I'm a very introverted person, so anyone I meet is usually at arms length for a bit. So what happens when the LI's meet you and they're so happy because its you, and you just look at them like why are you talking to me, who are you?
And they're super confused because this is pretty much the exact opposite of how they knew you. In the past lives, you were always so sassy and confident, but in this life you keep to yourself, you're stupid independent and don't really go about teasing them the same way you used to. And now its like learning you all over again, and they desperately just want to understand you again.
summary: after wanda meets you in her hex, she decides that she wants to keep you as her own.
content: noncon, heavy manipulation, degradation, mention of murder, crying, cheating (kinda??), nipple touching, fingering, clit rubbing, spitting, face slapping, mention of training.
a/n: half way writing this i realised wanda didn't have her children in the 50s so just pretend she did so i don't need to rewrite it :(
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The moment she met you, she was hooked. Everything about you drew her in. It made her heart flutter at how you genuinely cared for others and that beautiful, shy smile that would spread across your face at one of her compliments.
And it made her stomach flip at how utterly perfect your body was.
When she created the hex, it was out of grief and the yearning for a family with her dead husband, Vision. But once she met you, that idea was disregarded, and then her children and Vision disappeared.
She didn't care for her family's disappearance. She was too focused on the fact that she could finally have you.
The real you.
"Oh, hiya, Wanda!" Your cheerful voice brought a smile to her face.
You stood at your front door, holding a cookie tray with an apron wrapped around your waist. Wanda thought you looked adorable.
"Oh no, I hope I'm not intruding on your baking time, sweetheart." Wanda's voice was laced with faux concern.
You immediately shook your head, seemingly baffled by the question Wanda had asked. "Of course not! Your presence would never intrude on my time. In fact, why don't you come and sit whilst I finish baking?"
"Are you sure? I don't-"
"I insist."
Wanda bit her tongue, holding herself back from snapping at you and spanking your arse over her thigh. How dare you cut her off.
You stepped back, letting Wanda enter your house.
Your house was big for one person; it makes Wanda think someone else lived here before the hex.
"Make yourself at home!" You gestured to the living room, "I'll just pop these in the oven."
Instead of sitting on the couch, Wanda followed you to the kitchen and watched you. She held back a moan at how perfect your arse looked as you bent down to place the cookies in the oven.
She wanted to be slow and give you time to warm up to her, but you looked too perfect to resist, especially with how your dress revealed your panties to her.
"Come here," Wanda spoke with such authority that you immediately obeyed.
She softly grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at her. She smiled at how easily you complied.
Such a dumb, pretty thing.
She dragged her thumb over your lips and your mouth dropped slightly. Her chuckle brought you back into 'reality'.
"Um," You cleared your throat and stepped away from her. Wanda hid the anger in her face.
She stepped forward, sandwiching you between herself and the kitchen counter. She placed one hand on the counter and the other on your temple.
She lifted the spell.
Your eyes widened and your sweet, soft look was replaced by pure fear. You tried to run, but Wanda prepared for that and her magic kept you in place.
"Y-You did this," You whimpered "Please, let me go. I'll do anything, please."
Wanda smiled innocently, "Anything?"
"My wife-" You gasped, "Is she here? God, I haven't seen her in weeks. Please let her go if she's here. I promise-"
Wanda covered your mouth with her hand. She didn't want to hear about your wife. She wished she trapped your stupid wife in her hex so she could kill her.
"If you comply, I promise I won't hurt her." It was a simple lie, but you believed it.
She used her thumb to wipe your tears away. She couldn't have you crying already.
"Strip for me."
She watched with an amused grin as your brain struggled to process her request, but when it did, heat rose to your cheeks. With shaky hands, you removed your clothing until you were bare and on complete display for Wanda.
Wanda's fingers brushed against your erect nipples and her other hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you onto the counter. You whimpered as your back hit the cold counter.
"So perfect," Wanda muttered, more to herself than you.
Her fingers dragged down your stomach, goosebumps rising, until she stopped at your cunt. She lightly circled your clit and you whimpered in response.
Then, her fingers went lower. She tsked, shaking her head and brought her fingers up. They were drenched.
“I’m not…” You swallowed, unable to finish your sentence.
“You’re not what? Enjoying this?” Wanda rolled her eyes “Don’t give me that bullshit because you’re drenched.”
You looked away, tears filling your eyes. You were embarrassed.
Wanda sighed. She had a lot of behavioural corrections to do.
She grabbed your chin, turning you to face her. You watched with teary eyes as Wanda spat on your cunt, spreading her spit with her fingers.
One of her fingers slowly entered, curling upwards and pulling out. She kept a steady pace, figuring out what made you scream. It was understimulating.
"More,"
Your demand was whispered and weak, but Wanda heard it.
"Say it with manners."
"Please, can I have more?"
You nearly cried. The guilt of begging another woman to fuck you ate you up, yet you couldn't stop yourself.
Wanda rewarded you with another finger, stretching you out. Your hips desperately rutted into her palm, chasing the pleasure. It was brain-numbing how good her fingers felt.
She slipped a third finger inside. It was embarrassing how drenched you were. You could feel your slick dripping down your ass and were positive it was dripping down Wanda's arm.
Your orgasm hit you suddenly. Your back was arched and your toes curled. Your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth dropped open, letting out the sluttiest moan.
Wanda captured your lips with hers, muffling your moans.
"Can't have people knowing what a whore you are." She mumbled.
You shuddered, wanting to say something snarky in reply but words fell dumb on your tongue.
"My wife-"
Wanda pulled back, anger evident on her face and her palm met your cheek. It wasn't a hard slap, but it made your heart drop and tears fill your eyes.
"So much training is needed."
Her fingers touched your temples and you were put under her spell again. She stepped back and sucked her fingers clean, watching your reaction intently.
You cleared your throat and looked around, confusion written on your face. You ran your hands over your naked body and jumped when you noticed Wanda standing there.
"My goodness!" You picked your clothes off the floor, shielding yourself from Wanda. "Sorry, Wanda. I-I don't remember getting naked but give me three seconds to tidy myself up and I'll meet you in the living room!"
Izuna finds himself trapped after his death. Madara, the only person who can see him, is convinced he's a hallucination.
He's forced to watch helplessly as his brother drowns in grief and his Clan falls apart. Forced to reckon with a strange Being beyond his comprehension, he learns the tragic history of his bloodline and his brother's cursed fate as the Second Maou, doomed to endless suffering from the start.
Izuna hates this ending. He will rewrite it, by force if he must.
The first part of Maou AU is out! Go watch Madara suffer (- w -)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
It’s a beautiful, sunny day in Seoul and Gi-hun has exactly six days before the loan sharks come for his kidney.
It's only been five minutes outside and he’s already deeply regretting not taking the hundred thousand won from the salesman. What kind of post-slap clarity had made him refuse the money? Whatever it was, he sure wasn’t feeling it anymore. It’s not like the salesman needed the money either. He was clearly well off if he was playing such games with random men in the subway!
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Gi-hun doesn’t take the money from the salesman. Somehow, everything turns out alright.
A loud voice being amplified through a megaphone interrupted both of their thoughts. The Ribombee introduced herself as the Mayor of "wanderhaven". That must be the town they were in. Certainly not a name from their kingdom.. Just where had they ended up?
"Stay here." Bishop turned to Maeve. "I will go get more information from the Mayor. Im sure she is the best one to ask."
Maeve nodded, feeling a bit sad as he released her hand. She now stood in the great hall alone. Watching her companion dissappear into the crowd. Dread washed over her, realizing she was so foreign to this setting. Nobody here knew her status or had any obligation to obey her... it was amazing!
Dread was replaced with excitement all over again. There was so much she could do without the rules of the Crown weighing her down.
"Are you going to join a guild?" A voice came from beside her. Turning, she saw a pikachu speaking to a Dedenee.
"I-im not sure.." The dedenee answered hesitantly.
"It seems like the challenge for new recruits is to take on Mirror. Could be pretty tough, yeah?" Their conversation continued on but Maeve lost herself in thought.
A guild? Now THAT sounded fun! It wouldn't hurt to at least check out the scene right? Forgetting Bishops order to stay put, Maeve scurried over to the sign up booth.
In honor of me turning 25 yesterday, I present you with: Husband! Bakugou: birthday edition.
This man could care less about his own birthday, so in regards to that aspect, he kinda just lumps all birthdays in the same 'lame' category. Not really one to celebrate or make a big deal. But ever since you came into his life, he tries really hard to make an effort for you.
However, you've noticed something. In all the years you've been together, not once has he ever gotten you a birthday card. Or any kind of card for that matter. Anniversaries, Valentine's Day, Christmas: they're all the same to him.
But surely he'd get you a birthday card, right?
Wrong.
Sure, there's the practical but useful gift (because he doesn't believe in getting gifts for the sheer purpose of just getting it) and the amazing birthday dinner he always makes you, but never a card. And it isn't so much that you mind, but part of you wonders why he never bothers with a card.
However, this is the same man who still sometimes struggles to open up and be affectionate and open with his feelings. It doesn't matter how long you've been together. He will always have trouble being 100% in regards to his emotions. Granted, he's gotten much better about it, but if he has trouble being honest and up front in person a good majority of the time, do you really think he'd bare his entire soul in a card?
Kaminari would most likely get a PHD in astrophysics before something like that would ever happen.
But when he sees you at the surprise party everyone got together to throw for you, and watches as you open your birthday cards from friends and family, he can't help but marvel at how soft your expression gets and how your eyes sparkle at the sheer thoughtfulness of them all.
Not one to be left out, this spurs him into action, and he decides to up the game.
So imagine with me that he comes home from a super long patrolling shift. He's tired. He's grimy. He just wants a bath, clean set of clothes, warm meal, and an eight to ten hour appointment with the bed. But he's put all that on the backburner because he sees you bounding up to him to greet him as walks through the door.
And the look on your face when you realize he's holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with....an envelope? It's enough to make him forget about his crappy day.
"Happy birthday," he says, all but shoving the items he got for you into your hands. You don't say anything. You just stare at the card, at him, then back at the card.
"You gonna open it or what?" He asks, neatly placing his combat boots by your much tinier shoes on the mat at the entrance of the doorway.
He follows you into the kitchen as you set the flowers down to put in a vase for later. His heart leaps in his chest as you carefully peel back the top layer of the envelope and take out the card.
He got it at the same store he bought the flowers from. They served all the cheesy, gimmicky, run-of-the-mill dumb birthday cards, but he grabbed the one that reminded him most of you. Sure, it had the usual, "Hope your birthday is as amazing as you" nonsense at the front, but what has him nervously tapping his fingers against the counter is what he wrote on the inside.
"(Your name),
I've never been good with this sort of stuff. It's stupid and overrated, but I know you like it because you're a sappy little shit. So happy birthday or whatever.
Another year under your belt, but you're still the same dumbass you've always been. Good thing I like dumbasses.
I would say that I hope you like the flowers but I know you will because they're your favorite and I picked them out.
Happy birthday, again.
Love you.
-Katsuki."
He's pretty proud of himself until he sees thick tears streaming down your cheeks. He rounds the island in your kitchen and is on you in a second.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Do you hate it? I'm sorry--" You stop his torrent of apologies with a finger pressed to his lips.
"I love it," you whisper, bringing your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him close. "I love it."
Hesitantly, he relaxes enough to cradle you to his chest. "You mean it?"
You nod your head. "It's perfect." You tilt your chin up to look at him, cupping his cheek. "You're perfect."
He gently thumbs away any stray tears. Pressing a tender kiss to your lips, he mumbles in true Katsuki Bakugou fashion, "Happy birthday, dumbass."
Shinran au, where a police officer from the headquarters 1st division who loves to watch cooking videos on youtube as inspiration for his meal menus stumbled upon a japanese wife's cooking asmr of her husband's bento every week. After following the channel for quite sometime, he started to realize: Private Detective Kudo Shinichi who often gets tangled in cases with them strangely had the same bentos that would appear in the channel's video a week later.
So, everytime he somehow got involved in a case with Detective Kudo, he will try to observe him closely when meal time comes to the point of taking notes. Then he would wait a week later, when the japanese wife cooking asmr posted her weekly video. Well, all bentos he had observed so far are spot on to that week's video, even the furoshiki of the bento is the same.
Imagine his surprise when one day, him and inspector had to stop by detective kudo's house to discuss a case. It lasted until dinner time and Detective Kudo's wife, Kudo Ran, served meals for them too. The dining room apparently located right in front of the open kitchen, so he had the opportunity to really observe. The kitchen interior is the same with the youtube asmr posts. With every similarities he found, the more delighted he is. Couldn't help his finding, he dare ask the. person herself after finished eating Ran-san's cooking.
"Excuse me, Ran-san." His voice cracked; truly a nice start. Shinichi and Inspector seemed to take note of the nervousness from the officer. Ran herself only softly uttered 'Yes?' while taking their empty plates.
"Did you, ah, do you perhaps, uhm, have a y-youtube channel?" He asked, head looking pointedly at the glass of water in front of him.
His question was met with silence. The officer immediately looked up to find Ran and Shinichi's surprised face. But the latter's expression immediately changed, he looked delighted instead! Ran also, she seemed to come from her surprise and clapped a little.
"That was a first, Keiji-san! Wow damn, I will have to buy Ran something in our next date huh, haha!" The great detective laughed heartily.
Not expecting his reaction, the officer couldn't help but utter, "Eh?"
"I'm sorry, Keiji-san. Shinichi and I had some bet going on." Ran giggled. "But you are right. I do have a youtube channel. Since you asked, I suppose the bento this mystery-geek eats every day gave it away, huh?"
Finally being addressed by Ran, he can only stammer: "U-uh, yes, kind of.. I mean, of course! And also, the furoshiki. I was certain because of that, and after observing your kitchen today."
The Inspector, left confused by the conversation, also asked: "What is this about?"
The officer then proceeded to explain the entire things starting from when he took notice of Shinichi's bentos. By the end of the explanation, the Inspector said,
"As always, Ran-kun, your cooking is superb. It's amazing that you even made videos to post it online huh!"
Ran humbly laughed, "Not really, Inspector. It was just my hobby."
"Eh, don't be so humble."
"Good observation though, Keiji-san. I was thinking that you had wanted to ask me instead of Ran, at the last case we had. I guess you'd rather ask the cook herself, huh." Said Shinichi.
"Yes, well, I suppose I should really ask the person herself so," the officee responded rather sheepishly.
Turning his attention to Ran, the officer asked: "Ran-san, would you mind giving me some written recipe?"
"Oh, of course! Come here to the kitchen, I have my notes here. You can take the pictures of the previous bentos I made." They both proceed to happily discuss all things food related, leaving Shinichi and Inspector alone to their own devices.
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Deep into the night after Inspector and the officer went home, Shinichi and Ran finally prepare themselves to rest for the night. He and Ran are burrowed into their thick, soft blanket with him reading the case report left by Inspector for him and Ran doing her business in her phone. She was revisiting the old videos in her youtube channel.
"Aah~ he did a good observation deducing I am the one in here." Ran sighed.
"Don't you sound happy." Shinichi replied, eyes still glued to the words and pictures in the report.
"Of course!! What should I buy on our next date~~" Ran turned her phone off, putting it on the table next to the bed. She snuggled closer to Shinichi, circling one arm over his stomach.
While playing with the button of his pajama, Ran continued: "Or! How about you cook a bento in my video, Shinichi? Is face-reveal a good idea? Since when you appear that'll be just the same as face-reveal."
Turning to look at Ran with a raised eyebrow, he said, "Ran, are you sure? Eating my cooking?"
"Well, cooking together then?" Ran offered, smiling softly.
Closing the report and putting it onto the table next to him, Shinichi teased: "Oh~ with you next to me, my cooking can't be that bad huh. Can't be as bad as your mom's."
"I think you'll do good. Definitely better than mom, I guess." Ran paused. "So that's a yes?"
Shinichi circles his arm over her waist, holding her close to him. With their face inches to each other, Shinichi whispered, "Sure, why not? I think it'll be fun. We'll do other things for our date."
Nuzzling close to Shinichi, Ran whispered back: "You're right." Softly, she leaned in into him, lips softly touching. It lasted short, since his angel had drifted to dreamland ahead of him. Shinichi opted to kiss her forehead sweetly, and chasing her into dreamland himself.
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A week later, the police officer found himself falling from his work seat, the notification of Ran's youtube channel floating on his phone. [Husband and Me, Cooking Bento for A Week! QnA, open~!]
Well, it all goes well for our lovely couple. So, the end?
I didn't really plan to write this much but well! It was inspired by this. No big plot whatsover, this writing just writes itself, haha. While watching her videos, this really just popped in my mind and I can't help but think of Shinran!!
I truly was watching the entirety of Detective Conan for my own enjoyment so I didn't observe very closely their speaking patterns but I hope this isn't too occ. This is my first writing for this fandom, please go easy on me.
