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dinner! 5pm: 280 left: 222
cheese perogi! i was going to have some riced cauliflower too but i was so full after eating the perogi... and i like to eat things piece by piece so i just never got to it :-
daily total: 798/1000
and stayed inbetween fasting time <3
march 30:
1000, 400 per (2) meal, 200 for snack
fasting between 530pm and 930am
breakfast, 10am: 190 left: 810
oatmeal w/ brown sugar and strawberries
iced green tea cause my coworker made too much :) <3
#im glad i was able to stay so low even after everything#ig this means i can drop sooner than i thought id have to wait#woo#gosh i have my sisters wedding this weekend so this is kind of just to make sure i can stay in good line anyways#cause like ... i cant not eat around her cause she sees and is like why aren't you eating#even when im actually not hungry she's like uhuh sure eat something#i mean she always used to call me fat but she also gets mad when i cant eat as much as her??#well i wont really be able to track calories on saturday or sunday#so they're kind of my free days- though ill still not eat a lot just cause i get so full#but next monday im going all in again cause aorn i dont have any more events involving food#im sad cause ill miss my dance class this weekend though#my teach was like all of you will be at dance next week right?(cause we start a new unit) and everyone was like yep! but i was like nope :-#and he was like what do you mean! why not! cancel! playfully and i was like ots my sisters wedding#and he was like oh yeah... that's kinda important#lmao#ill be there next weekend though and he teaches the same stuff for 2 weeks each for this specific reason#im not good at dance yet but im having fun!#i also dont expect to be good but i am challenging myself to memorize his dances and get better at them#as well as dancing on my own time more#i love dancing so much and im glad i finally have a teacher!!
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Mixed Signals
hi yall! i know i have a history of making fics then disappearing but i actually have plans into making this a series! i donât know how long itâll span but iâm thinking 3 or 4 chapters so stay tuned if u like the story! đȘ·đ€ also srry the ending is rushed cause im tired and just want to finish this!
elliot x fem reader
lowercase on purpose
not proofread
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synopsis; you and elliot were best friends, and despite being flirtatious, there was never really anything going on between you two.. right?
Chapter 1: History class
junior year was rough. the new schedule adjustments, not knowing anyone in this new school, and being smart enough to not completely fail but also not smart enough to effortlessly pass all weighed down on you. you could get by being alone, but it was never easy. that was up until you met elliot.
âelliot, we have to finish this history project.â you advised. of course, you didnât actually mean we. you always ended up carrying the weight of the work whenever you worked with him. normally, doing all the work in a group project would drive you up the wall. but whenever you got around elliot, you felt as if his presence was enough. you never pushed for anything more from him.
he was also your first best-friend, and you were his. nothing could compare to the nights you spent on the phone with him, whether you were doing algebra homework, or trying to pick out a dress for your first party, he was always there.
elliot took a pull from the blunt you both were smoking and it became infinitely hard for you to not stare. ây/n,â elliot started as he exhaled the smoke, âwe have more than 2 weeks to finish this. and all we really have to do is copy what we wrote in our notebooks onto the poster board! it canât be that difficult angelâ
there was that nickname again. heâs used it plenty of times before now, but its weight never faltered because it always made you weak in the knees.
âbut still, iâd like to finish this now so we have time for ourselves later,â you sighed, and in an attempt to hide your flustered face, you began copying down your notes to your poster.
âtime for ourselves? what do you have in mind?â elliot teased as a sly smile appeared on his face, taking another hit from the blunt.
he didnât know if the weed was making him bolder, or if it was the way the light from his window perfectly dawned on your relaxed figure, but elliot began to admire your features.
you were so soft with him, never making him feel smaller than you. always taking his feelings into consideration and looking out for him. even now, where you seem uptight, elliot couldnât help but admire.
he couldnât pinpoint just exactly what about you in this moment was enticing him like never before, but regardless of what it was, he couldnât stop staring. and unbeknownst to elliot, you sensed him eyeing you down.
âyâknow if you keep looking at me like that, i wonât get any work done.â you giggled, looking up at him.
âwell that would be just terribleâ he mused as he got up from his seat on the floor and moved closer to you on the bed to pass you the joint. he then held the blunt up to your lips and as you inhaled, you looked up at him. his eyes were low, red, and they never seemed to leave yours. he was so close, you were able to feel the warmth radiating off his body, and somehow, you never felt more comfortable.
his cool fingertips had just barely grazed your lips but that single, electrifying touch left you longing for more of him, and it took every ounce of strength you had to not ask.
after what felt like a century (but was just 6 seconds), he removed the blunt from in between your lips and watched you inhale the smoke, then exhale slowly. everything you did was hypnotic to him, and he couldnât get enough.
the next day, you sat with jules and rue in the cafeteria. elliot decided to eat off campus for lunch, and you were glad that you hadnât seen him all day yet. if you were being honest, you had been avoiding him all day.
you werenât mad or upset at him by any means, but you just didnât know what to say to him. i mean, what could you say? your relationship was always flirty, so why has it just hit you now?
âcan i tell you guys something?â you blurted to your friends sitting across from you.
as you asked, you started to mindlessly scroll through you and elliotâs messages. you had never thought your feelings towards elliot were anything other than platonic up until a few weeks ago, and yesterday had only confirmed that you wanted him more than youâd like to admit.
âyeah sure, wassup?â rue asked, munching on her sandwich
âwould you ever see me and elliot as.. you know,â you hesitated, âa thing? like together?â
âwait.. you guys arenât âa thing?ââ mocked jules. âi could've sworn you guys weâre together!?â
rue laughed to herself as she began to speak, âyeah i mean, you guys are always flirting with each other? i just assumed you guys were dating ând just didnât say.â
âyou think so?â you questioned, fiddling with your well-manicured nails. you never saw anything between elliot and you until recently so there is no way that everyone else saw what you were so blind to.. right?
âyes, y/n, oh my god! i canât believe you guys arenât already dating!â jules exclaimed while giggling with rue. âi never want to hang out with the two of you alone because i feel like a third wheel!â
you were utterly surprised by the words that were coming out of your best friend's mouths. there was no way other people could see you guys together. there was no way they truly thought that.
you made a face as if all the gears in your head were turning, and in all honesty, they were. they were working their hardest as you started thinking that if everyone sees you both as a couple, that would have to mean he shows some sort of romantic feelings for you, right? he has to have looked at you in some way or said something to make everyone think you guys went out, right?!
âwait so you think he likes me too?â you excitedly asked.
âif his goo-goo eyes everytime you walk in werenât a dead giveaway to how he feels, you should know he speaks about you every second of the day..â jules confessed, âwhenever he starts telling me pointless ass stories about things youâve guys have done together, i honestly just zone out.â
âhow havenât you noticed any of this? itâs so stupidly obvious, itâs not even funnyâ rue mumbled with a mouth full of food.
âi donât know?! i just never thought of him â or us like that!â you said, laughing exasperatedly.
âprobably âcause sheâs in love too!â jules teasingly exclaimed. you knew she was joking, but for as long as youâve known him, all you ever wanted to do was spend all day with him. he always showered you with attention and quality time. and even if he didnât, youâd still drop everything to be with him. there was never any words or actions that needed to be spoken or done between the two of you in order for you to feel appreciated and loved.
loved. you would never bat an eye if you used that word to describe your relationship with him before.
âyou guys should just get together,â rue said, crashing your train of thought as she gathered her stuff for her next class, âyou're both âbest friendsâ already so nothing would have to change, right?â
you didnât respond.
on one hand, it seemed like there was absolutely nothing to lose. apparently, heâs given multiple signs that he likes you so why not? why couldnât you shake the feeling that everything would change?
ây/n, you don't have to make a decision right now, but remember that elliot would never do anything to make whatever you guys have going on weird. he genuinely cares,â jules reaffirmed, standing up from the table.
âthanks jules, but i honestly donât think iâm gonna âmake a decision.â i just want to let things work themselves out so i donât have toâ you said, getting you things and going to your history class.
walking into your class, you immediately sensed elliot was there, despite him being sat in the far back. you didnât really know what to say after that night in his room, on top of the bombshell rue and jules had just dropped on you.
as you walked into the class, you tried to scan for an empty seat that wasnât the seat next to him. normally, youâd sit there with no hesitation, but you hadnât prepared yourself enough to have the conversation that so desperately needs to be held.
fuck. you thought as you saw there were no more empty seats, annoyance written on your face.
you made your way to the desk nexts his and tried your hardest to avoid any unnecessary eye contact.
skipping this class wouldâve been easier than enduring 45 minutes next to someone youâre trying your hardest to steer clear of but some shit just canât be helped.
as you sat down and the lesson began, everything seemed to be going well except for the watchful pair of eyes that followed your every move.
you felt them as you picked up your pencil to jot down notes, as you took a sip from your water bottle, to when you opened your phone. you felt your energy being snuffed by his piercing gaze.
âmaybe if i just ignore him heâll stop.â you hoped to yourself.
15 minutes had gone by and he has not stopped once. you couldnât figure out if he was doing it on purpose to make you freak out or if he was just that nosey but you finally had enough.
âdonât stare, itâs rude.â you seethed silently, looking at him for the first time since class started
âoh you decided you want to talk to me now? to what do i owe the honorâ elliot haphazardly taunted.
âdamn he noticed i was ignoring himâ you thought to yourself.
âonly âcause youâve been staring at me for the past like, 15 minutes?â
âonly âcause youâve been ignoring me all day.â
âi havenât been ignoring you?â lie 1.
âyou havenât?â
ânoâ lie 2.
âso why havenât you said a word to me like, all day?â
âwe just have nothing to speak aboutâ lie 3.
âyou sure? cause i heard something completely different from julesâ
of course.
of course she was the reason you got caught in your lies. you internally laughed to yourself and left a mental note to never trust jules with anything even mildly important again.
but on the bright side, thank god he stopped interrogating you or else your conscience wouldâve started eating you alive to feed all those lies you were spouting. i guess in an odd way, youâd be able to thank jules for saving your conscience. or maybe not.
âoh really?â you smirked âwhat did jules tell you then?â you couldnât let your facade fall. you knew how to work your way out of shit, even if jules mucked up your oh-so-amazing plan.
ânot muchâ elliot replied, âshe just told me you had something to say to meâ
you sighed to yourself. you could either keep playing this game of avoiding talking about your situation-ship, or come clean and possibly ruin what you both have.
you know that thereâs a chance that he wants you back. but why ruin what you both have right now? itâs like when youâre doing your eyebrows and theyâre absolutely perfect, but you keep plucking at them to make them even better, and before you know it, you end up over plucking and now have 2 uneven brows!
why ruin whatâs already been so good to you? youâre both fine with what you were.
âwell she was wrong,â you finally said. âdo you have anything to say to me?â a tinge of hopefulness written in that question.
after a few seconds of silence, he replied,
âno.â
see, you knew you shouldnât have pushed it. everything couldâve been gone in a matter of seconds.
âcool.â you uttered.
you picked up a blackberry from the bowl of fruit you were snacking on and ate it while retelling maddy and cassie everything that happened in history yesterday.
âcool?â maddy repeated âwhy the fuck would you say cool y/n?â
âyeah youâre giving him mixed signalsâ cassie chimed in.
âi honestly didnât know what else to say like, i knew if i said anything more, i could ruin 3 years worth of friendship.â
âyeah but by not saying anything you couldâve ruined 3 years worth of friendshipâ sighed cassie âif one day you guys were hotboxing in his room getting close, and the next youâre giving him the cold shoulder, whatâs he supposed to think?â
âitâs not like he wanted to speak about it though so why should i be the one that has to?â you asked, popping a mango cube in your mouth.
âso you want him to come to you?â maddy questioned, âiâm confused why youâre even stuck over him anyway. if youâre not dating why is your relationship this stressful? take advantage of youâre stress-free, single life girl!â
âmaybe youâre right about that, i mean, if weâre not together why am i even overthinking this?â you giggled, sitting up from your bed.
âno yeah, donât stress over shit like this. if you want him to make the first move and he doesnât, just stay friends and find someone elseâ maddy suggested.
just as maddy said that, a notification popped up on your phone.
elliot đ€; do u want to come over tmr?
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Omg I just read the entirety of the canary continuity and I love it so much! I was crying so hard by the time I was done with it!
Also, I feel so bad for all the brothers, especially Leo, Raph and Mikey. Not only is their brother hurt, physically and mentally, but they can't even do anything cause it was (unintentionally) their fault. Their relationship has broken, and they can't even fix it, because not only would Donnie think that they are lying about being nice again when they try to help, he can't even see them before having a panic attack, thinking that they are going to hurt him (or worse, kill him).
I can't wait to see what would happen in the future chapters!
hi!!! im so glad you enjoyed!! >:D
honestly ive been rolling around the particular angst with the other three in my head, and i've been excited to dive deeper into them and how they're handling it but i need to get through a particular part of the story before i can properly switch to their povs, but you better bet it'll be happening!!!
its the pain of not being able to show him the kindness and gentleness he deserves after everything that happens to him. despite his fear and initial trepidation, he practically folds into april and splinter when they reach for him, and he panics when he sees them leave, and he uses them as a lifeline when he's scared. already twice now they've talked him down from a spiral of panic and comforted him (although theyve been unable to do it when the others are around, so they always have to make them leave. even when they dont want to!) and it's somewhat established that it's not even normally how donnie responds to trauma. he usually needs a while to sit and process before he can come for comfort, and trying to push him does not work at All, but now more than anything all that he wants and needs is the affection they CANT GIVE HIM because he's utterly terrified of them, even though its ultimately the most important thing for him right now. more than anything donnie wants his brothers to keep him safe, but he thinks they're gone, and he doesn't know when the curse started, or what part of it was how they truly feel and what part of it was the curse speaking; and even if he did, they are a trigger to him and there's nothing he can do about it.
and for raph and mikey in particular, who are so tactile and affectionate (and are just as comforted by affection as the person theyre trying to comfort in most cases) its fucking devastating. with leo with his hidden low self esteem its still awful for him, but he knows what this feels like, he's only acting so different because he can't fall back on his old coping mechanisms; because they're the thing that HURT donnie, because the curse weaponized them, so he's turning to anger (in ME he is intentionally trying to start fights because he wants to be yelled at LOL) and trying to stay productive instead. but raph and mikey generally have always had the impression of themselves that they're Good People (mikey is very confident and he hasn't really been disillusioned at all yet, and raph is someone i see to be very secure in the idea that he's a good person, which can sometimes make taking responsibility/handling guilt difficult for him. although he matures substantially around the time of the movie) so its just. shattering.
mikey never saw himself CAPABLE of doing something this horrible (he's just a kid! sometimes he struggles to see past himself!) and with raph it was a confirmation of his worst insecurity; to some extent he has always seen donnie and mikey as so much more fragile than him (he does canonically understand that donnie is very sensitive/takes rejection super seriously, and he worries about hurting his feelings. ty donnie's gifts for the brains and brawn fuel i use you so liberally), and especially when he was younger he grappled with this fear of hurting them badly on accident (and he probably had in play before), and even with the self-restraint he displayed under the curse, he still caused all this CARNAGE... and there's nothing he can do about it. donnie can't even hear his voice right now without screaming. they both need to comfort in order to feel comforted and that's been ripped away from them, and they're doing so fucking awful. cannot wait to write their povs honestly i have a lot of ideas >:)
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Spoiler for heartstopper season 3
Here are my thoughts
Over all I loved the season. Itâs been such a fun watch (I say after being emotionally devastated after this season). And I canât wait to see more!
1. Im glad that they didnât have Imogen and Sahar be together. I like that they show that itâs normal and ok to want to be friends with someone instead of dating them.
2. Isaac, my beloved, I related to him in so many ways. I love that we got to see more of him.
3. Michael is absolutely adorable. 10/10 my compliments to the chef.
4. I really wish they waited a bit more to be able to get Olivia Colman in. The season felt off without Sarah Nelson. Especially since in the comics she plays such a large role here. (Also I just love Olivia Colman)
5. I related to Charlie in this season, even though I wish I didnât. I will say some things I found were better done in the comics, but still it was well done and Joe did a really good job.
6. Kit pulled at my heartstrings so much. His break down scene with Tao broke me to bits. Also kit is hands down one of the best actors of his age.
7. I wish we got the scene where nick stays over at Charlieâs place. The scene where Charlie says âtoday was shitâ it just felt like it was missing. Idk, maybe I like it when characters suffer.
8. I wish the episodes were a bit longer to give us time to breathe.
9. Like the previous season, there were times when the dialogue was a bit clunky but it wasnât as distracting as season 2.
10. My favourite season is still season one but season three comes in at a close second.
11. Tao and elle figuring things out was really nice after everything last season.
12. Im low key sad we didnât get to see Charlieâs outfit for the summer fĂȘte from the comics. That outfit was iconic and I feel like the show version wasnât quite goth/edgy enough.
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Friendly reminder these are feats Sarada was pulling at 11-12, this isnt something new or groundbreaking & definitely doesnt scale her to Otsutsuki. If that were the case then that'd make her stronger than B0ruto who had to flee from them đ which your crazy if you think she is
A Chidori is not hard to dodge if you have the sharingan and reflexes to match it which Sarada does, why I bring this up is because yall were the same ppl who attacked me and anyone else who said she was more than capable of fending for herself against Kawaki both here & here
Yall said he was too fast, that she would've died, and my favorite 'what did you expect her to do?'
I dunno, THIS?
Dont even try to argue that base Kawaki without karma, and V1 karma Kawaki was stronger and faster than a 10 tails Rinnegan amped Sasuke.
Also just wanna point out yet another glaring power scaling flaw, which is why the hell is her chidori weaker than it was when she was 12? she grabbed a whole chunk outta Boro but 3 years later she just gives bee stings? Hidari should be missing part of his abdomen.
For the record heres the damage Chidori typically does if you think Im just nitpicking no, this is a literal power scaling flaw.
Dont get me wrong Im glad shes doing something, but she was always capable of doing this all along so its not really impressive but more of why'd it take yall so long to show her actually use her arsenal & fend for herself like she always could? where was this in 58? 78? 81? 82?
It took 4 years, 4 YEARS for her to do what shes always been able to do again, shes done this since Gaiden, Sasuke has done the same at 12, yet for 4 years all she did after Boro was stand there or cry and yall response was 'what could she do?' stfu.
THIS is what she could do, if a 12 year old Sasuke could dodge a semi Kurama amped Naruto then Sarada can handle a base karmaless Kawaki and a V1 Karma Kawaki.
And before anyone mentions, the only reason Sasuke stopped being able to dodge is because Kurama had a mind of his own, he could predict Narutos movements and dodge accordingly but he couldn't predict Kuramas.
Now yall wanna gas when yall didnt even believe she could do THIS much, the bare damn minimum, DODGE, yall didnt even think she could do that but now all of a sudden when she does its this incredible feat? but I thought we were the haters for sayin she was always able to do this?
Isnt it ironic that the ones who were called haters are the ones who were saying Sarada was better than that, and the ones who were called 'real fans' were the ones saying she was too weak and slow to even dodge with her 3T sharingan? funny how that works.
See how fast ppl switch up and forget their own narratives they put out there. Be honest, you knew she was always capable of this, you just made excuses either because of a ship or because it made your goat look good.
I already know Im still gonna get branded a hater for literally saying she's always been this strong and capable of fending for herself, but Im not gonna pretend this is some impressive feat when it isn't, 3 years ago yea, but 3 years later? this SHOULD be light work for her now.
If next chapter we see some MS abilities then we can talk about impressive feats, but this? thats how I know yall didn't think much of her and still don't if you think this is a big moment just dodging an attack and doing a low damage chidori đ€Šââïž
This is what yall clowned Naruto for when he came back in the timeskip still using his same arsenal he left with, so lets not pretend this is any different for Sarada, everything shes done in TBV so far she was doing in part 1, there's no difference YET but hopefully in 11 we'll finally see her growth, OR a dodge and chidori is all she gets and will immediately need saving now.
As long as Boruto stays outta the way then the odds are higher for her to actually hold her own, but if Boruto is coming back to the scene its game over for her so here's hoping his ass has to take a back seat the entire invasion so everyone else can actually do they thing without him draggin them down.
For context, what I mean by that is whenever Boruto is involved everybody else gets dragged down to make him look good by comparison, for example in 58, 78, 81, and 82 Sarada for some reason completely forgot how to move, dodge, react, or activate her own sharingan, but as soon as Boruto has to stay away hiding, suddenly she remembers she has the sharingan, reflexes to dodge, and defend herself. I used Sarada as the example but this is a problem with the entire cast not just her, but since this post is about her thats why I used her for reference, but everybody immediately got better as soon as Boruto was written out of the way.
I said it before and I'll say it again, HES the problem, not from any fault of his own, but because the writers cant seem to make him shine and stand out on his own without draggin everybody else down so he looks cool and badass by comparison, rather than him just standing out on his own merits.
Think about it, name one 'cool' or 'badass' moment he's had in the timeskip that hasn't been handed to him at someone else's expense
His win against Mitsuki came with Mitsuki was already wavering and feeling doubt and willing to die
His win against Code came after he just rescued Sarada who just stood there
His win against Kawaki came after he had spent the last 8 chapters being easily knocked out and knocked down
The entire invasion everybody was getting sneaked, caught off guard, barely holding their own, and needed saving, while Boruto was just casually beating Code and his grimes with zero effort.
Now? with Boruto removed? Inoshikacho holding their own against Jura and Hidari, the strongest two clones
Shikadai done restrained Jura and pulled his branches apart to free Himawari
Inojin saved Himawari and bought them time to get away from the village
Chocho pushed Jura out of the way to make his bijuu bomb miss and expanded herself when Inojins bird was hit to cushion everybodies fall.
Himawari awakens Kuramas power
Sarada remembers shes an Uchiha with the sharingan who can dodge and react accordingly
Kawaki got his brain back and prioritized Himawari's safety over hunting down Boruto.
The difference between when Boruto was involved and when he wasn't is night and day. Again its no fault of his own, but it seems like the writers cannot make Boruto shine without dragging everyone else down, and the only way everyone else will shine is if Boruto is FORCED outta the way.
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I low key stalked most your spideypool stuff cause chefs kiss*
Thoughts on hypermobile Peter Parker (cause self projecting) and Wade just going wtf. Or flare ups cause yummy angst and vulnerability
youre so sweet im glad you like my nonsense <3
i think the disabling aspects of mutations/powers are super interesting and as someone with hypermobility... lets do this
**ghost from the future: you said angst but i got fluffy on us. my bad. also i wrote more than i meant to, buckle in**
so peter, before the bite, wasnt abnormally flexible. sure, he was usually able to reach into weird places but nothing crazy. after the bite though, things got different. if a villian managed to get close enough to lay hands on him, sometimes theyd bend him trying to break him and it just... wouldnt happen, and their surprise was enough for him to get his comfortable fighting distance again.
and when he flips around midair its hard to tell when he bends a little odd or stretches in a way someones not supposed to, hes moving so fast and up so high.
here and there his shoulder pops out mid fight and onlookers are jaw-dropped horrified cover-the-childrens-eyes but he just clicks it right back in fast as he can and gets back to it. sure, its not comfortable, it goddamn hurts, but when you're superhero-ing you feel a whole lot worse, and its honestly lucky, he'd be incapacitated a lot more if it werent for all this
for deadpool, dislocations are not a super big deal, but for a very different reason. he knows theyll fix themselves. so when he first sees spideys joint decidedly not in the right place he definitely flips a bit. before he can offer to relocate it (he mostly kinda knows how by now) its back and spidey is back on the task at hand while wades still sorta processing for a sec. anyone else would definitely have needed help fixing that. he just files that away for later, have to finish up this thing theyre doing
then, you know, after theyve become more familiar and spidey comes over to wades apartment, sometimes wade is just completely caught off guard by the positions spidey manages to get comfortable in.
"you're just. fine? with your leg like that?"
"huh?"
its not even something of note to spidey tho, hes completely chill with it by now.
the first time peter crashes on wades couch, it's not ideal. he's just... exhausted. it feels like he's pulled just about everything he could have pulled in his bodies during tonights patrol, and he knew, he knew he shouldve stayed home tonight, but he didn't.
and wade can't quite figure out what about tonight is so bad. it's been nothing too out of the ordinary for any busy night, but he's half afraid he's going to have to carry spidey the rest of the way. (after he ends up agreeing to go to wades because it's closer) the way spideys moving is freaking him out.
wades wracking his brain as he opens up the (actually really comfortable) futon, trying to work out what was different about tonight. when spidey curls up on the futon he just groans and is breathing heavily, audible through the mask.
"is something... broken? did i miss that?"
spidey shakes his head. wade looks over him again, no blood or visible wounds. wade goes off to get him a small variety of options- tshirt, hoodie, sweatpants, shorts, whatever he can find to make sure spidey can pick something comfortable for himself. he leaves them on the coffee table for when spidey can move.
"painkillers? ....alcohol?"
"no, wade, just... nothing. nothing is going to help"
it looks like spidey can hardly move as he sits up to eye the clothing pile, and wade might be more concerned before.
peter can hardly think straight and just hopes he doesn't feel stuck on this stupid couch-bed for the next week. when wade gives him privacy to change he has to call him back to ask for help getting the damn hoodie over his head, like this isn't bad enough and he wants to explode.
when peter wakes up hes got a blanket thrown over him and wade is burning pancakes as quietly as wade is capable of doing anything. he still can hardly move without feeling the searing pain but his head feels a little clearer.
when wade notices hes awake and brings over a small plate, he speaks lower than usual, as if talking too loud would hurt peter, and it's endearing. peter rolls up his mask and feeds himself slowly, to try to not make his shoulders feel worse. he tries to explain himself, but it comes out clunky
there are better days and worse days, if he bends more than usual it might hurt more than usual. certain things that would hurt others dont hurt but sometimes everything hurts more than he can explain.
wade silently wonders if spideys multi-day absences wers due to this, and makes a note to do research. he wants to be able to help spidey out.
the next few times peter pushes it and ends up on wades couch, flaring up and having made it worse, wade is more prepared each time. at first peter is confused, and wonders how adaptive wade really is, but when he hears wade muttering symptoms and potential solutions under his breath, he realizes wades learning. for him.
wade is taking mental notes of what applies, what doesnt, what helps, and what doesnt, and is figuring out what to do in these situations.
he tries to learn how spidey balances the worse times with the hero business and eventually, peter comes to rely on him, even when flares dont connect with superhero business. he learns he can take a cab and just show up and wade will help him out. he learns about the compassionate side of wade, and eventually wade comes over to his instead. he shoots wade a text and knows he'll be there within 20 minutes to make sure peter has everything he needs and dinner is taken care of.
their relationship deepens as peter learns not only that he needs help sometimes, but that he can trust wade to be the person to help him. when things develop, peter finds himself to be not nearly as nervous as he would have expected, because he already trusts wade so thoroughly with his most vulnerable moments that it comes naturally
trusting wade is nothing new, both in patrolling and in his most personal moments, and he knows wade is so much more than what everyone thinks because hes seen it since before wade had any reason to help him. and sometimes as he watches wade wreck his kitchen with an attempt at cooking (that wade will clean up himself too) he thinks about how the first time he crashed on wades couch, in agony, wade had no reason to let him stay, or to do as much as he did. wade could have taken off his mask or anything that day, and didnt.
the day peter takes off his mask in front of wade, he isnt thinking of everything that could go wrong. hes thinking of wade's careful back rubs, slow shoulder massages, and things wade said when he thought peter was sleeping. the wade only peter got to see, the wade who would get to meet peter.
[leaving it here because this is a lot for an ask prompt lolol, might add more at some point ^^]
#hypermobile spidey boy#based on my own experiences bc i only know what ive lived#hope it's alright#forgive my typos when did it become early in the mornin g g g gg i havent slept#ghosty ficlets#spideypool#...eventually
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alright- because this is way awake me- I didn't read back my tags until today- i wasn't speaking properly in those tags (i said sleeping instead of reading... and other messy tags)- I def didn't convey half of what I wished to- (esp because we're limited to thirty tags...) anyways! scooby doo brains unite hehe~ it was an absolute fever dream to read this at 3-4am- (esp when I knew I was gonna help a friend move but once I start sth *esp a fic this good* I must finish it-) It was worth every second of missed sleep- The emotions were so powerful đđ and I felt them to the nth degree- Omg?!? You wrote it without knowing the ending!? I love that sm- because that ending!? Was beyond what words can express- You tied up every end- And omg!? I was looking for the word foil- and god- I loved the use of it- You're so right the slow burn was def burning that midnight oil at midnight creek!!! đđ Omg?!?! You imagine fics as movies too omg!? Heck yeah đ The parallel between the sisters!!! Omg it was one of my favorite little bits- You may have not realized it- but it was just so goooodddd- I was hoping for a brutal fight sequence with Bonnie- and you provided all that and more! I was sincerely left with my jaw dropped it was so good- (what I was trying to express was how it felt fated that after yn named it clyde- he jokingly named his bonnie and once he saved yn from mika- he called it bonnie again. It was as if their relationship was fated for it to happen the moment after the reader named clyde- because bonnie and clyde were together til the end/no matter what- if that makes more sense?) No it's not strange that you liked writing it- it was beyond amazing- i'm so glad you enjoyed writing it đđ because for me as a reader it was clear how much love and thought was put into this fic- I lllloooovveeed that scene- (I def couldn't express it that night and meant to fix my tags but my sleepy brain said *post*)- I loved the other two fics in this series- and I just- even thinking back into the story I'm just so content- it was my everything- (ngl this makes me want to read it all over again). (I wish for you to know that I keep thinking about that little ring and it means sm- I wish I had gotten to talk about the disgrace bit because it was brutal yet a deeper dive into his backstory and I loved it- there's just sm to say about this brilliant fic but I'll stop here). anyways thank you again for writing that lovely "movie" đ„șđ
omg no cuz why do we always stay up when we know we have to get up to do something the next day đđ scooby doo brain fever or sumn @@ PLS honestly if u read half of what i spout out after reading long fics, u wouldn't even understand what im trying to convey đ
RAAAH I APPRECIATE THAT đđ no cuz i kinda wrote the confession part separately but it was supposed to be closer to the middle?? BUT that was when i planned for the fic to be waaay longer đ€§ the end really was made up on the fly skfbeknfnf so im glad it all wrapped up nicely for u, that puts my mind at ease đ
i figured there'd be some questions lol
omg i just realized i put midnight creek instead of moonstone creek đđđ my own fic and i can't even remember akfndknfkd BUT YES I IMAGINE LIKE EVERY FIC AS A MOVIE :'))) it's just so much fun to see how it progresses and to imagine like music and camera angles lol and when the fic is written well, the scenes just flow sooo nicely together yk?
no omg the bonnie and clyde thing def makes sense !!! i didn't know if doing that pairing would be cheesy or not but i think it fits w them well, and im glad u agree :'))) AHHH YEAH im so glad u thought so, this was my passion project, like truly. idt i'll ever be able to write sumn like this ever again and that low-key makes me sad TT
the disgrace part has so much behind it, like i put it into the beginning without quite knowing where it would lead, but now i have a better idea of his back story that i hope to write out some time !! im so glad the little ring part is sticking with u; it makes me so emo thinking abt it đ
THANK U AGAIN SM FOR READING AND FOR UR THOUGHTS !!! đđ much, MUCH love <3
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pokespe reread: yellow chapter - closing thoughts! đĄ
that's the end of yellow and gen 1 as a whole!! before i (very excitedly) move onto GSC, here's my closing thoughts ft. me talking way too long about blue for some reason
(before we start i want to reiterate that i use they/them for yellow. i just cant use anything else sorry. i also use "yellow" and "amarillo" interchangeably đ)
ok, i wanna start by talking about yellow's personality bcuz MAN! i am so glad i reread this chapter in particular bcuz i really forgot so much. as a child i 100% woobified yellow very badly and basically any trait of theirs that wasnt "sweet nice pokemon-loving healer" got destroyed in the process
there's so much else to them!! they're headstrong, they're brave, they're determined.... and while inexperienced, they're literally stated to have power on the same level at red's at certain points!!! amarillo is not just a little cinnamon roll or whatever, and i really appreciate being able to remember that via this reread.
i also really love their pacifist streak! i like how they're kind and prefer not to fight not out of naivety or stupidity or cowardice, but as a conscious decision that they make because that is what they want to do. and i think that's really admirable! sticking to ur principles while being informed and everything. and it def leads to a lot of interesting situations where they're able to win without actually attacking, which is cool to see
ok you know me. ive gotta talk about yellow's gender.
i love yellow bcuz they're one of those characters where everyone has different interpretations of them gender-wise but we all sort of agree that they are not cis LOL. those kinds of characters are fun to me
i def can read yellow in different ways, but i personally see them as an afab non-binary person. (tho i dont think they would've had the words for it until later) that's just how they read to me. and im definitely even more attached to this hc now that i myself am trans LOL (not that i wasnt before. you know how it is)
anyways, when it comes to what's actually in the text, i actually like how yellow's gender was handled! i really like the fact that as a reader you go through almost the ENTIRE ARC thinking they're a boy before it's finally revealed. i think that's definitely preferable in this situation to the audience knowing from the start.
not only does it come as a surprise (i mean. if it's your first time reading obviously lol) but it sort of asks you as a reader to inspect your own perceptions of characters when it comes to their gender, esp probably when this came out. how does your perception of amarillo change once you find out they're actually a girl? should it change? idk i just find that interesting
i also do appreciate that yellow's abilities and personality (at least for this arc) dont change between before and after the reveal. like thats a low bar lol, but i appreciate that they're still shown to be strong in their ways once you know they're a girl, and they also still act the same. again low bar but it would've been easy to treat yellow more like A Girl afterwards so im glad that doesnt happen.
(im a little wary for the future since yamamoto definitely draws yellow more overtly feminine-looking than mato, but lets hope that stays about the same. ok?)
^ while im mentioning that btw. i fucking loveeee how mato draws yellow so much. they're so perfectly androgynous looking it makes me happy :) and again that doesnt change at all after the reveal so yayyyyyyy
but anyways. i also rlly like blaine's reaction to finding out in particular. he asks about it, a little bewildered, and when they request that he not ask about it right now, he obliges and does not bring it up for the rest of the arc! and doesnt treat them any differently! its fucking awesome i love blaine so fucking much guys
amarillo's gender in general was a lot less of a big deal than i remembered/expected it to be? like it really does not matter in the grand scheme of things and i think thats pretty cool ^_^
on the subject of that scene though...
bro im sorry this is not the reaction of a cis girl who's only been caught pretending to a boy đ the "dont ask right now" thing i could understand, but this line??? this feels wayyyyy more personal. fym you feel naked without that hat? the hat that hides your ponytail and girlness?? you feel exposed and bad without hiding the fact that you're female? interesting.
like to me. yellow might've had some preexisting feelings, but blue telling them to pretend to be a boy (i'll get to that later) and getting to go around like that was their trans awakening for sure.
but what i find interesting is that despite blue saying that, yellow doesn't... actually ever introduce themself as a boy? like literally not a single time. they hide their ponytail and dont correct people when they refer to them as such (although now that i think about it i actually cant recall if anyone actually calls them a boy or uses he/him for them in their presence, but it probably happens) but never do they actually call THEMSELF a boy or anything like that
like despite blue's instructions, yellow doesn't really pretend to be a boy so much as just go around with their ponytail hidden and have everyone just assume they're a boy. which i find interesting, and its why i so strongly see yellow not as transmasc but as non-binary. they're a "girl" but everyone assumes they're a boy, but yellow themself doesnt ever comment on the matter. truly goals oh my god if i could go around and just have everyone think im a boy even if its technically more complicated than that my life would be blessed. anyway
that's the sort of subtextual reason as to why i view yellow as non-binary, but in terms of my actual hc, this experience is their awakening not because of them getting to be a boy, but rather them getting to not be a girl. and i think once they get to live like that for a little bit that's def what leads them to think about it more and eventually figure all that out :)
ANYWAYS. getting back to the actual text. i wanna quickly talk about the other characters bcuz i really like how everyone was incorporated into this arc
i thought this arc did a great job handling all of the different characters. i like how each of them gets a chance to shine without it feeling too crowded, and it's really cool seeing what everyone's been up to in the 2 years since RGB.
obviously you've got blue leading yellow, green training them, and the whole thing with red (which i'll get to in a little bit), but also the gym leaders (both good and bad), bill, blaine and mewtwo... they all felt important in their own way. no one felt glossed over or anything.
that little peak we get of green's childhood + him teaching that little boy was cool :D i love green so much.
i particularly liked seeing blaine and mewtwo's bond after 2 years of them healing and training together, and the twist of giovanni being the one to let red out of the ice genuinely had me shocked, i did NOT remember that. him showing up at the end to save yellow (and using the same move red beat him with!!!!) was a really cool moment that had me freaking out
the elite four were also really fun (and very intimidating) villains! i like how they each had their own point of intrigue, they never felt like just one unit without their own personalities. lorelei is the one who froze red, bruno was being manipulated, agatha mostly sticks to the shadows but has her past with professor oak, and of course everything with lance. their goal is insane but they really do feel like actual threats so it never feels ridiculous
speaking of lance, he is the PERFECT foil/antagonist for yellow. having them both be from the viridian forest, both with the power to read pokemon's minds and heal them, but with vastly different outlooks on the relationship between people and pokemon is just suchhh a good dynamic
amarillo uses their power for good to help both people and pokemon, while lance uses that same power in pursuit of helping pokemon but via a plan that would've surely only ended up hurting both..... very very good...
i like how the story does sympathize with lance's cause and points out that YES, humanity has problems, and their actions and pollution and everything have hurt many pokemon. but that's not a reason to wipe out ALL humans; it's instead something to try and improve so that both people and pokemon's lives can be improved and they can live in harmony. lance's motivations are noble but obviously the way that he goes about it (attempted global genocide) is uh. not
i also like how its shown near the end that lance's efforts won't just hurt pokemon if he gets his way, but are actively hurting HIS OWN right now. his dragonite was suffering in silence in pursuit of his goal, and thats not to mention all of the trainers opposing him's pokemon who could've gotten seriously injured battling with him. and of course that's not even getting into the fact he FOR SURE killed at least a FEW people in the midst of destroying an entire city. and partially destroying several other cities. noble cause, but bad actions in pursuit of that cause. i always find that kind of thing interesting
rq before i talk about red and yknow. the main plot. i wanna circle back and go on a small tangent about blue because she makes me insane and even though i already said some of this in the tags of a previous post i need to get it out here
this line made me spiral into my years-long sadness about blue and the loss of her childhood and i just. need to talk about it. going ahead and giving the disclaimer that a lot of this stuff was definitely not meant to be that serious (because this story is written by a man who was definitely not thinking about the implications of stuff like this) but the way that it ties into blue's larger backstory makes me want to grab someone by the shirt and shake them violently
blue saying "until you can use the fact that you're a 'woman' as a weapon" is soooooo fucking sad dude. blue is a girl who has been using flirting and her position as a "woman" in the world to her advantage since AT LEAST 11 years old in RGB. literally in order to survive on the street
we can assume (and hope) that nothing bad ever happened to her, thank goodness, but that's still a very dangerous position for a little girl to be putting herself in. and it's always been really sad to me that she's had to learn how to weaponize being a girl from such a young age.
how did she learn that? somehow blue had to learn that she could get her way by flirting with men and making herself look and act as appealing as possible and i really dont want to think about a little blue out on the streets learning to play into the desires of men to survive, something she should NOT have to be dealing with that young. she should be getting to play!! to discover who she is!!
and this is AFTER already getting kidnapped, groomed into being a perfect trainer, and having to basically raise a kid only a few years younger than her in the midst of all that trauma. unintentionally or not, blue is literally like a personification of what it's like to grow up as a girl and how awful it can be and it makes me SO fucking sad.
blue had to grow up far too soon and i feel like this can even be seen in her want to get her own pokedex in RGB. she has had such a hard life and she's only 11 fucking years old (at the time). she's either had to play mother or be an object of desire to make ends meet, OF COURSE her deepest wish and motivation would be just to go on her own pokemon journey like other kids her age!!
so while again i could just chalk up blue telling yellow this to "a man wrote this and it wasnt meant to be that deep", i do genuinely believe blue WOULD say this. because this is what she's had to do to survive and she thinks it's fucking normal!!!
OK. ANYWAYS. SORRY. this chapter is not about blue i just had to rant for a second bcuz she makes me so sad and im not normal about her. let's move on and wrap this up lol
red's disappearance is such a fantastic event to base the story around. i totally forgot that we see him in the very beginning, but i like that all we get is him getting the battle invite, and then it cuts to oak and misty discussing how he's gone missing. (for whatever reason i thought that he was missing for way longer than a month? i guess my child brain just exaggerated that lol)
i feel like not seeing red at all before he goes missing could've been interesting? but i think getting that small glimpse at the beginning is good for reestablishing his character, especially since you've gotta account for people who are just now tuning in.
but anyways, the mystery of what happened to red is really well done. i like how it's really unclear what happened for a long time and even after getting hints like learning he was frozen by the elite four, it's still unclear exactly how he got out, where he went afterwards, why they froze him, etc.
you don't even SEE him in action besides the opening for quite a while, which i reallyyy like. all the information is coming from people OTHER than red, which gives him a really interesting, vaguely "haunting the narrative" type role in the arc as a whole. esp since the protagonist this time is yellow, someone who's only met red once or twice briefly when they were younger and therefore doesn't really know him.
the scene where we finally get to see red and bruno's battle is sooo impactful too. you watch as it starts off normal, as red is able to overcome challenges over and over again like normal, and then in an instant it all goes wrong...
watching red accept that he's not gonna be able to get out of this one by himself and sending pika away to get help.... his sad little smile before he falls..... him struggling on the ground, realizing that it'd be basically impossible for pika to be able to properly communicate with anyone, before he finally succumbs to the ice....
it really does hurt, ESPECIALLY considering his previous role as hero. he always manages to win in the end, but not this time. and his last thoughts before getting frozen are literally him starting to think that it might be hopeless. and reminder that he's literallyyyyy 13 during all of this. lorddddd
LAST THING I WANT TO MENTION
this arc does a reallyyy good job at subtly setting up for GSC. like throughout the arc, blue mentions how she's still working on trying to figure out who kidnapped her as a child; it never becomes relevant during yellow's plot but it keeps it in the back of your mind.
and then of course you get silver's cameo midway through + the direct tease for GSC with him showing up at the end and everything. obviously a very minor part of the chapter overall but it does a great job at keeping this plotline fresh in your mind so that it can be really delved into later. very awesome
AND SPEAKING OF GSC. I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THIS FUCKING POST oh my god its like 3am. i really did not mean to write this much but i just love pokespe so much and i have thoughts. ok?
ANYWAYS. it's officially time for GSC babey. i was thinking of maybe splitting gold & silver and crystal into two separate arcs? i know they're technically the same arc but this is also the longest arc in the whole series so maybe that would be good.....?
although then "gold & silver" would only be those first two volumes, and i also dont remember if those leave off on a good point.... idk i'll probably just put them all together. "gold & silver reread" and "crystal reread" just look better than "gsc reread" ....... T_T
oh well i'll figure it out tomorrow when i continue onward. it's finally time for SILVER BABEYYYYYYYYYY (and gold and crystal i love them all dearly. but i do have a favorite)
#serena.txt#pksp reread#yellow reread#also side note i realized that i've been pronouncing amarillo wrong my whole life and i feel very embarrassed. ALSO i learned today#that the spanish name was just an english localization thing and it/smthn similar doesnt exist in the og japanese?? i did not know that#normally i would be like ''well its not in the original so-'' but im sorry latina yellow is so fucking good that i cant let that go#its real to me. ok?
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tiktok, after years of having me banned, reinstated my account out of nowhere and just suggested it to one of my co-workers :| but at least that meant i could finally get back in and delete it with my own fucking hands this time.
fuller story below. nsfw a bit i guess
basically had a tiktok to promote my very small onlyfans. which i had to try and offset unemployment (that i couldn't get paid for due to not techinically being unemployed bc i was a part-time government employee and techinically the government never shut down) the, at the time, epidemic was causing with me and my partner. it was going okay, pretty much as well as i could have wanted it to go while staying low profile.
had some issues with insta occasionally flagging me as a child, but i could usually get that resolved quickly. and then one of the most annoying guys i've ever been talked at came at me. wouldn't accept that i wouldn't give him shit for free. kept insisting because i wouldn't give him stuff for free that i must be a kid (but still kept asking even after he had come to that conclusion!), and proceeded to report every last one of my socmed accounts as csem. despite how easily i could disprove this, seems every place decided that since it was a real human reporting me and not a bot they took the guys site and just took down everything of mine. including my onlyfans (even though they had my id and ssn on file, as well as my bank account).
wasn't able to get any of the money out of my onlyfans (which seems they've kept up the account and pictures but i can't get in anymore).
i just kinda let myself be beat because there literally wasn't anything i could do. proof that im an adult wasn't going to cut it for whatever reason. i never really talked about this with ben, just said it was over and i wasn't doing it anymore. it was just like one day, even a couple hours and everything i had worked on was gone. i was too tired and upset that once again, no one listened to my side of things and just listened to... well the world always listens to awful men who don't get their way.
weird that tiktok reinstated my account tho out of the blue. but apparently it was just my two sfw videos of machi. still took it down tho bc my onlyfans was kinda linked to it, and all my coworkers have my number, so idk how many might have seen that. hopefully it was just the one, she is pretty chill about it all and im thankful she reached out to me.
i was going to post some really good bondage photos too later that day T.T. oooh well, glad onlyfans didn't get their grubby hands on them anyways. idk how online sexworkers live, i hear bdsm isn't even really allowed on there anymore (unless you are a young white girl at least). im sure at some point onlyfans will ban all nsfw content because they'll have enough money to survive on those weird vaguely sexual yoga or cooking videos that appeal to all those tradcath types.
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Attention (SMUT)
Request: Smut. Bucky gets jealous of her for getting too close to his friend Steve. So he punishes her đđ€€
Sorry for the delay! Here it is and I hope you enjoy! Let me know what yâall think!
You and Bucky had been invited to Tony Starks birthday party tonight. In most cases you would have an outfit ready, but Bucky wanted to dress you today. You thought it was the cutest idea ever and you let him choose for you. He came out of your closet with a beautiful black dress , that had a slit on the side. He got you this as a gift during the first month that you guys started dating. You were saving it for a special occasion so you were a little shocked that he would bring it out for todayâs birthday party. Your eyebrows slightly bunched together in confusion as Bucky laid it on your bed.
âWhy that dress for today babe? Itâs just Tonyâs birthday, not the met galaâ you chucked. Buckys metal hand traced the side of the dress and smiled at the thought of seeing your body in this sexy dress. âI just want to show off my beautiful girl. Plus, my tux is all black as well. You know how I love matching with youâ he smiled as he went to place a soft kiss on your lips.
You nodded in agreement , taking the dress off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change. âI just hope this dress doesnât get ruined like my last oneâŠâ you sighed smiling at the memory that started to form in your mind. âWhat do you mean, Doll?â Bucky asked curiously.
âOne day, Steve and Thor got so drunk at Natashas party that they started having âcake warsâ and I made the huge mistake of trying to take the cake away from them and Steve threw a handful of cake at me, while he was trying to get Thor. I was so mad because the dress I got for that day was super nice but I had to get rid of itâŠit was way too stainedâ you stated as you slid yourself into your dress.
Bucky rolled his eyes at the sound of Steves name leaving your lips. Him and Steve had some unspoken tension between them that always puzzled you. Little did you know, Steve wanted you for himself but Bucky moved way too fast and was able to cuff you up before Steve even thought about it. Bucky and him were inseparable but once they both realized they were after the same girl, they both got distant. Bucky loved his friend but he always got everything. The fame, love, praise, recognition. He wasnât going to let him get you though, because you belonged to him. Only him.
âHe better not start his shit or Iâm going to fuck him upâ he spat. âBucky, youâre not an angel when you get drunk either you get pretty angry AND / OR get into fights with everyone. â Bucky knew that he had to tame his demons when he was around you just because he didnât want to scare you off, but itâs been getting harder and harder to control it as men had gotten a bit too brave around you. Bucky wasnât the type of shy off when something made him mad.
~~~~Later that night~~~~
You and Bucky walked into Tonys home and it never failed to amaze you how beautiful his house was. You hope to one day share a home with Bucky. One where you could one day raise a family of pets and eventually even kids. He noticed you were busy thinking about something so he nudged you to bring you back from your daydreams. âWhatâs wrong Doll? You seem distracted.â asking with a little scrunch of his eyebrows. âOh itâs nothing just thinking about this huge-â You weâre cut off by a familiar voice. âY/n, Bucky, so glad you guys could make it. Youâre only like 1 Hr late but whoâs keeping track.â You all chuckled and said happy birthday to Tony. âCome join us, the food just got servedâ. As you walked into his lavish dining area you said hi to everyone and sat down on the 2 remaining seats. Steve was on your right and Bucky on your left. He soon started to talk to Sam whoâs was next to him. âHey y/nâŠI havenât seen you in a while. Howâs it going?â Steve asked you giving you a quick hug. You thought that Bucky would have turned around or at least notice but he was too busy joking with Sam.
âHey Steve it has been a while. Just going through life, you know.â You smiled warmly.
âI feel you. Itâs so good to see you. Your little boyfriend likes to keep you all to himself huh?â He asked softly so that only you could hear him. You just smiled and shook your head side to side, not wanting to answer. Steve was always a flirt you thought, but in reality he liked to push your buttons to see your pretty little face flush. After dinner you all moved to Tonys living room, everyone consumed in their own conversations. Bucky was next to you the whole night , making sure you were having a good time as well. âIâm going to go upstairs real quick, Tony is needing a hand with one of his âtoysâ. Iâll be right back Dollâ he said placing a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and decided to pick up your phone to check up on any notifications you had.
Steve gulped down his drink from across the room as he saw Bucky leave your side finally. He started to approach you as soon as he was out of sight. âAll alone?â He asked looking down at your small frame. Your eyes snapped up to see Steve standing in front of you. â For now, Bucky is out doing something â you said looking in the direction that he walked âMay I sit?â He asked with a smirk. You nodded and scooted over. You and Steve started having a nice conversation and got all caught up with eachothers lives. He brought you some drinks to loosen you up and they seemed to be working perfectly as you started to feel a bit more chill and relaxed. Steve laid his arm over the top of the couch and scooted closer to you, making your face turn hot but the closeness. Steve leans over close to your ear and whispered âYou look absolutely stunning. Tell Bucky to bring you around me a little more, hun. Iâm sure heâs the sharing type.â You knew he was getting a little too comfortable due to the drinks heâs been having but you tried not to make a big deal. âSteve, please.â you warned wanting him to know there was line he was approaching and that he hould not cross. âPlease what y/nâŠ. I never see you and I know for a fact itâs because of Bucky. Iâm also your friend and I want to be around you and in your life. Donât you want that?â You turned your face around to get a bit of separation. But then he used his thumb and index finger to turn your face towards him. âWell?â. You didnât know what to say so you stayed silent just looking down. Steve was irritated and he let go. Standing up looking down at you. âWhen you make your own decisions, you know where to find meâ he said turning around but then suddenly he bumped into a strong chest. Your eyes shot up and you were frozen.
There he was, his chest falling up and down in absolute anger. Looking straight into Steveâs eyes. âGet out of my face Buck.â Steve said in a low tone. Bucky didnât say a word, his nose flaring and his chest rose and fell slowly with anger. His metal arm rapidly grabbed his throat. âDONT ever touch her again. Iâll fucking kill youâ and with that he threw him across the room by his neck, hitting some tables and chairs as he fell to the ground. Everyone snapped their attention over to you guys a few gasps and screams erupting. You quickly stood up and got in front of Bucky, placing your hand on his bicep as if it would calm him down. âPlease Bucky, stop...â you said looking over at Steve who was surrounded by people as they tried to help him up. Tony and Sam went over to you guys to make sure that Bucky wouldnât escalate this any further. âBucky, you need to control yourself. This isnât the time nor place. â Sam said turning to look at Steve who was now up and getting held back and talked to by Thor and Vision. âJesus Christ Barnes, you could have at least given me some time to pull out my phone to record that.â Tony said making Bucky snap out of his trance and you could see a small smile starting to form. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. âBut yes..like Sam said. Not the time and definitely not the place. Pepper is going to kill me. â as he looked at the broken table. âSorry Tony, weâre just going to head out. I promise weâll pay for thatâ you stated pulling Bucky away.
As you guys were heading to the entrance of the house, Bucky quickly pulled you into a near by room and locked the door behind him. You almost got whiplash at how fast he got you in there. âwhat the fuck were you doing with Steve, why did you let him get that close to you.â His big broad frame towered over you. âI didnt...well.. I dont know he was just sitting there and he got so close, i felt so trapped I didnt know what to do. â you explained not knowing what to say to not make him more mad. âyou know i dont fucking like him, why would you even entertain him? Do I need to brainwash you to never speak to anyone else but me... Hmm?ââ he said pinning you to a nearby wall and pressing his body up against you. You didnt know if the drinks finally got to you or what, but you were feeling all tingly inside. Absolutely loving Buckys dominance. âor do you just want some attention. Because ill give you all the attention in the world Doll...but you'll only get it from me...no one else.â he whispered into your face.His lips brushing lightly over yours. You let out a little moan, his words going straight into your pussy. âI just need yours. You know thatâ you purred leaning in for a kiss. Bucky pulled away looking at your beautiful eyes, filling up with want and lust. â Im going to show you that you only belong to me, and Ill make you crave only me and my attention. now turn overâ he said giving you a quick kiss.Â
You obediently turned and he started to slide your panties down. Buckys hands started to roam your body, his metal arm stopping at your clit. âI need you to be quiet for me Doll. Can you do that?â he said as his hard cock was grinding on your ass. âYes, Sargent Barnesâ you moaned as his fingers started to play with your clit. âFuck...sucha good girlâ. When he felt that you were wet enough he grabbed your hair and shoved you down onto a nearby dresser, earning a gasp from you. He pulled himself out and pulled up your dress, giving you a nice hard slap on your ass making you whine. âYou had your fun with that imbecile â he said as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance. ânow its time for me to punish you like a whore for talking to him. â and with that he rammed inside of you, letting out an animalistic growl at your tightness. Your moans ripped through your throat as he started to pump himself inside of you, with out much gentleness. His metal hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. âShh babygirl..cant let anybody else hearâ. He thrusted into you hard and fast, making you see stars and your mewls restrained by his cold hand. Your wetness soon started to drip down your leg. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. Buckys arm went down to your neck and he pulled you up, making you arch your back. He leaned down looking at your fucked out face while he stuffed you full of his cock over and over again. He started to have a hot sloppy make out session with you, moaning into your mouth and you doing the same. Tongues interwoven into each other.
Bucky grunted your name, standing upright one more time. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you harder, his head snapping back as he was so close. âfuck im going to cum inside you DollâŠTell me who you belong to y/n..â he growled. âY-you Bucky...only you Sergeant Barnes.â you moaned. Thats all it took for him to finally cum. His thrusts got sloppy as he spilled inside you. His cock twitching inside with each pause he took. He smiled as he pulled out, watching his cum spill down your leg. He pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss. âdont worry Doll. We have much more to do at home. This was just a warm up, Iâm going to give you orgasms after orgasms and youâre going to take it and enjoy itâ
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General Kirigan/the darkling x reader
Summary: This was requested by my friend @vvsdiamond28 who also writes and has a really good kirigan x reader story up right now! The request was basically for a fic in which the reader is out wandering at night and runs into kirigan while heâs in the banya and then they get to talking and some other stuff before he admits to only trusting the reader and giving her his real name. This gets kinda steamy bc of the request and bc the story called for it lol but itâs not full smut bc i decided that it would be better to do that as a part 2 so that i could add some jealousy tension haha
a/n i think im back?? Ive been working on requests a lot and ive really enjoyed writing regularly again. A small side note, after rewatching revenge of the sith im kinda in the mood to try writing an anakin fic đ pls he was my OG fictional crush,, so either send help or a request for him or something, Anyways,, back to this fic--ahh i had fun writing it but i still feel awkward writing steamier stuff so be nice!!Â
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Those that wander in the night, lost in uneasy thought--thereâs probably a lot that can be said about them. But I canât think of anything to be said about me. Nothing good comes from walking around a place full of powerful and tense people in the middle of the night. It wouldnât take much effort to interpret my actions as suspicious, and yet I continue forward. Iâm an idiot--just because I canât sleep doesnât mean I have to wander around campgrounds. My presence is barely tolerated here, I shouldnât try backstroking in waters I can barely tread.Â
But still, I walk, eyes more fixated on the open night sky than anything else. The moon is as full as an overflowing glass, the stars twinkling as if desperate to compete with a light it will never be able to duplicate. I sigh, pressing my lips together. Maybe the stars and I have more in common than I thought. Normally, that would be a good thing.Â
Letting out a weary breath, I continue forward, away from the relative safety of the main tents. Iâm still on the grounds, Iâm approaching the border where the tents of higher ranking officials are. That should make me more nervous, but if anything it almost eases me slightly.Â
General Kirigan is not the type to be friendly, and yet our interactions have always been laced with a touch of intimacy I canât quite explain. Weâve been alone together more and more frequently, and I think thatâs how I like him best. Itâs strange, but when weâre alone some of his sharpness dulls, leaving space for something I might consider humor or actual personality on anyone else. He probably speaks to many girls like that when theyâre alone together--a fact I have to fight to remind myself of--but itâs the closest thing to friendship I have here. Maybe itâs foolish to hold onto that, but I canât bring myself to release my grip on those sentiments. At least not yet, when the kind moments are still rare and fleeting and no line has been crossed.Â
The danger, however, comes from the prospect of not recognizing lines before theyâre crossed. Even now, as I walk aimlessly in the night, pacing in hopes of exhausting my thoughts, Iâm crossing lines in a much more literal way and even these are ill defined. I must be in new territory now, and even that I can only vaguely recognize because of the strangely humid scent that surrounds this area of the grounds.Â
Iâm near the banya. I didnât intend to wander here, but the thought of splashing water on my face is too tempting to pass up on. I move closer, finding a sense of peace in having some direction, even in a small way.Â
When the promise of water is only steps away, I begin to regret everything. Thereâs a figure in the bath. I freeze, ready to attempt to shrink away in hopes of disappearing before Iâm caught. This could easily turn extremely awkward even though I technically havenât done anything. Most people donât bathe at this hour. Who bathes this late at night?Â
I keep my eyes on the individual, trying to make out who they are and how aware they are of their surroundings in the dim light. Pale skin, dark hair--unbelievably attractive torso. My eyes linger there longer than they should. I force my gaze upwards, towards their face as if that can erase my ogling. Embarrassment leaves my face burning--Iâm not the âoglingâ type, and this person doesnât even know Iâm here. I keep my eyes on them as I step back, taking in unaware features as best I can in the dark.Â
I know them--I--Saints, itâs Kirigan.Â
Fantastic. Of course he has to be even more impossibly attractive while shirtless and wet. I turn my head upwards sharply, more desperate to not be caught than ever. I would never, ever recover from being caught. Whether heâd tease me or be angry with me, I donât know. I also donât know which option Iâd prefer.Â
I step back again, my gait wider due to my urgency. Snap. The sound of both a twig and my chance of a stealthy escape being shattered. I cringe, craning my neck to the left in a desperate attempt to make it clear that I wasnât watching him. I take another desperate step, ready to duck behind a nearby tree. Maybe he hasnât seen me--maybe heâs distracted and assumed that some kind of rabbit or something passed by. He may not actively dislike me, but Iâm not sure any semblance of favor he may have for me extends to this situation.
âY/n.â His tone reveals nothing but his level of certainty. Ignoring him will only make me seem guilty.Â
I pause, keeping my gaze off of him. âYes.â It wasnât really a question, and yet I still answer it like one. âI was--I couldnât sleep so I thought Iâd get some air, and I was walking kind of aimlessly and I ended up here and I didnât think anyone would be here.â Why do I feel like Iâm making this situation worse? âIâm sorry--Iâm gonna--Iâm going to go now.â This is the kind of embarrassing moment that will come back to me when Iâm trying to fall asleep at night. I know it.
âYou know the polite thing to do after intruding is to make eye contact.âÂ
I donât think my face has ever felt this warm before. At least he doesnât sound angry, but his voice doesnât reveal that much. I raise my gaze carefully, turning my head slowly. âI didnât mean,â I exhale slowly, âIt wasnât my intention to intrude.âÂ
He straightens slightly at my words, exposing more of his chest. I stay still, eyes trained on his to avoid an accidental lapse. âYou could make it up to me by offering conversation.â Kiriganâs tone is deliberate, his words measured and calm. I donât speak, feeling like Iâm being presented a test I donât understand, but most of our conversations leave me feeling like that. âOnly if youâre comfortable.âÂ
And just like that, Iâm backed into a corner. A challenge. To deny him now would be to expose the effect he has on me. My chin raises a fraction of an inch as I take in that assured half-smirk. âWhy wouldnât I be comfortable?âÂ
Kirigan arches a dark brow, assessing my response. âThen sit,â his voice has not changed, âYou want air and I want company.âÂ
I donât think anyone that looks as good as he does shirtless has ever had trouble finding company, especially with the smooth way he speaks. Despite this, I step forward to accept his challenge without calling him out on his coyness. Each step is the crossing of another invisible line until Iâm near the waterâs edge. I make sure to keep my nightgown at a respectable length as I sit down.Â
I make a point of extending my legs towards the water while leaning back so that I canât be easily accused of being a coward. âI feel the need to warn you that I might not make particularly interesting company.â
He angles his head to the side slightly, drawing attention to his jawline and neck. I force my stare to focus on the water. âIâve never found you uninteresting.âÂ
Thereâs something resigned in the way he says this. On instinct, I look up, taking in the slight softening of his features. The release of his usual sternness only adds to his beauty, a fact that Iâm already resenting.Â
âYou may be the only one.â Itâs not meant to be a deprecating comment, but Iâm not sure my partial laugh softens my bitterness. I hope it does--Iâd rather his interest than the interest of my entire unit.Â
Kirigan shifts forward, the water moving with him. âDo you think that any coldness youâre experiencing has to do with you?âÂ
The question has me drawing my eyebrows together. What else could it be? I shrug, âIâve considered it.âÂ
He nods once, eyes hardening slightly. âDo you always have trouble sleeping?âÂ
The personalness of the question shouldnât surprise me as much as it does. Kirigan seems to only understand boundaries when heâs the one setting them. âNot really.â A partial lie--this time Iâm glad I canât quite bring myself to look at him. âItâs not uncommon for me, but itâs not something I deal with every night.âÂ
I risk shifting my eyeline when I hear the sound of water moving. Kiriganâs now resting an arm on the rim of the pool, wet skin dangerously close to my ankle and lower calf. âItâs not always easy,â his voice is low now, âBeing alone with your thoughts.âÂ
Thatâs not the kind of reply Iâd expect from him. I blink twice before turning to study his expression. I donât think Iâve ever seen him seem so tired--so weary and human and in need of something. The line between his eyebrows and the far off quality of his eyes leave me with the strong desire to give whatever it is he needs to him. The urge to reach out, to touch him in hopes of breaking him free from his odd trance leaves my stomach knotted. That line is too clear to cross so recklessly.
I need to chase away the serious atmosphere heâs created. âIs that why you bathe so late at night?â I let myself smile, âTo avoid thoughts?âÂ
âI like the peace of it.â Something akin to amusement touches his words. âAnd for the record, little dove,â the nickname is pointed and earns him an eyeroll, âThe warm water doesnât exactly chase away thoughts so much as encourages others.â He pauses. âYou understand, considering you can barely look at me.â
This is the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. The suggestive jilt to his words has to be intentional. Damn him. I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. âI can look at you just fine.âÂ
âAnd if I were a Heartrender and could hear your heartbeat your pulse would be normal?â The question is teasing, a small smile pulling at his lips.Â
The warmth in my face increases, spreading down my neck. Kiriganâs expression remains smug. âYouâre not as funny as you think you are.âÂ
âNo?â He leans forward, angling his head so close to me I can faintly feel the warmth of his breath on my lower calf. âI find myself amusing.âÂ
At least being around him like this is getting easier. I open my mouth, ready to provide some sarcastic comment I havenât thought out yet. My mouth clamps shut on instinct when I feel his touch on my ankle. The faint contact quickly grows, his fingers brushing up my ankle and calf, leaving drops of cool water across my skin.
âWhat are you doing?â Thatâs a--a fair question, right? Iâm not sure, rational thought slipping from me more and more with each passing second.Â
âNothing, really,â his reply is quick. âNervous?âÂ
There is no way he doesnât know what heâs doing. I roll my eyes, fighting against my instinctual fluster. âNo,â a full lie, âYouâre just getting me wet.âÂ
âBarely.â When heâs not busy being brooding heâs not much better than an irritating child. He retracts his hand slowly, fingers grazing my skin slowly as he submerges his hand beneath the water. The loss of contact should feel like a victory. It doesnât. âY/n,â he shifts closer, back straightening.
Thereâs an odd seriousness to his demeanor that almost leaves me reeling. âYes?âÂ
He beckons me forward. I hesitate, but comply, letting myself shift closer to the waterâs edge. Kirganâs lips part, but no words leave him before he moves his arm, purposefully splashing water over my thighs and bottom of my nightgown. I let out an instinctively annoyed sound. âThat is getting you wet.âÂ
âKirigan!â My tone is as menacing as I can make it, but he continues to grin. Thereâs such a lightness to the look I almost forget to be annoyed. Almost. âI should tell the entire Second Army how much of a child you are.âÂ
My threat does nothing, his smile softening without fading. âThey fear me too much for your stories to make a difference.â He says this flatly. âAll of them except you.âÂ
I donât know if Iâm supposed to make something of that comment. A brief moment passes in which I think his eyes come close to softening. Maybe thatâs a side effect of seeing the world as you want. Wait...what do I want? Him? No, no, I canât.Â
Okay, heâs objectively attractive and sometimes I think I may see more depth in him than he wants to be capable of. But that doesnât mean Iâm allowed to want anything with him. Even if he was trustworthy enough for me to be with him in any capacity...even casually, it could never happen. Nothing good could come from having relations with the highest ranked general and I doubt heâd ever want me like that. He likes to fluster people and Iâm an easy target. I just accept it because being some level of entertainment to him is better than being nothing to everyone.Â
âI donât think thereâs much point in fear.â It feels like a fair answer. The fairest answer I can manage, anyways.Â
He sighs, the sound heavy. His hand stretches forward cautiously. I watch him and make no attempt to stop him from touching my lower calf. His fingers trace absentmindedly across the skin. âOf course youâd think that.âÂ
Again, I donât know what to make of his words. Or his actions. He couldnât find anything wrong with me just slightly adjusting my position. Itâd be a polite way to remind us both of the natural order of things. But then again, someone like him is allowed to be mad about anything. And Iâm not sure I want to remind us of our place.Â
Actually, Iâm completely sure that I want the opposite of that. But admitting that to myself is enough of a risk. Iâve already crossed thousands of tiny lines and what I want will require us to cross a thousand more.Â
âIâm a little surprised youâre not reminding me how foolish a notion like that can be.âÂ
He lets out a tiny breath as he shifts even closer to me. âMaybe Iâm enjoying your foolishness.âÂ
âIâm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or the opposite.âÂ
The slightest hint of a smile is visible to me beneath the moonâs glow. Thereâs something about darkness that adds beauty to things. I wait for him to reply, but instead of speaking his hand moves further up my leg. I struggle to hide my reaction to his long fingers trailing up my skin.
Heâs touched me before, sure. Tiny moments in which heâd push a strand of hair out of my face or wipe at a bit of dirt on my cheekbone. More recently, he had gripped my hip firmly to guide me through a crowd of soldiers. He had been in a hurry, stealing me from a conversation with the only member of my unit thatâs been somewhat friendly to me. It wasnât serious--he had just been rushing me because he only had a minute between meetings and apparently he had too long of a day to not take a moment to speak with me.Â
âAre you alright, Dovey?â Normally, the nickname and all of its variations earns him an eyeroll. But everything is a lot less humorous with his hand half up my lower leg, leaving a trail of cool water wherever he touches.Â
His fingers press more firmly into my skin. âYes, Iâm fine--itâs just late.âÂ
âHmâŠâ Kirigan breathes before tilting his head slightly. âYouâre warm.â I stay silent as his hand shifts slightly. âPerhaps too warm.âÂ
If Iâm hot that has absolutely nothing to do with fever. âIâm fine, General, I promise.âÂ
âCome closer,â he says, âItâll take me no time to check.âÂ
...A little too convenient. My nightgown is still embarrassingly damp from the last time I eased tonight. âPlease tell me you donât find me that naive.âÂ
âNaive? No.â He lifts his hand slightly. âWarm? Yes.â I still donât trust him. âIâm not going to do anything. I promise.âÂ
His eyes are dark and the limited lighting of the moon doesnât offer me much in my analysis, but what I can see makes him seem genuine. âWhy do I feel like thatâs not the first time youâve had to say that?â Despite my comment, I move towards him.Â
The back of Kiriganâs palm is pressed to my forehead for less than a second. He brushes his hand down the side of my temple, rotating his wrist so that his fingertips can touch my cheek. His hand then continues to move down my jawline and then my neck...and then finally trails down my collarbone. I bite my tongue to avoid exhaling audibly at the contact.Â
âWarm,â he concludes with a tsk, and yet he doesnât withdraw his hand. âThough that could just have to do with the climate.â His thumb slips beneath the sleeve of my nightgown. âPerhaps you could benefit from joining me.âÂ
I bite my tongue to avoid letting out a surprised, embarrassingly enthusiastic squeak. I donât know whatâs gotten into him...maybe itâs the night air and the prospect of being fully alone. I should be strong enough to break whatever spell heâs starting to place on me. But Iâm not. Iâm really, really not.Â
He pulls on the sleeve of my nightgown slightly. âIâmâŠâÂ
âUnless youâre nervous?â Another damn challenge. To shy away from this would be to expose myself. He tugs on the sleeve a little more assuredly, exposing my shoulder to the humid night. âDo I make you nervous?âÂ
His voice comes out a shallow rasp. I feel it straight in my core. â...Not more than you should.âÂ
âMore than I should?âÂ
Ugh--too honest. I let myself get distracted. It shouldnât be too difficult to explain what I meant. He knows heâs feared. He wants to be feared. âIâm sure weâre both aware that there are a fair amount of cautionary tales revolving around you.âÂ
His hand falls next to my lap. Oh? I didnât expect to miss the contact between us so much. His expression seems to have fallen slightly as well. Was it my response to his question? It felt fair and straightforward without being too blunt. âAnd you believe every cautionary tale you hear?âÂ
Thereâs something stiff about the way he asks the question. His moodiness is making me miss his touchiness even more. At least then I didnât have to feel like I made a mistake. Did I say something wrong? âShould I?â
âIt depends on whether or not you plan on being brave.âÂ
âI told you...I donât see much point in fear.âÂ
âAnd yet youâre still there.â A bit of humor returns to his voice. âWhy is that?âÂ
Rolling my eyes, I shift forward, letting my legs dip into the water. This is as far as I should let this go. Iâve already lost too much more control. âBetter?â Heâs strangely tense again, a hint of something bitter playing at the smug look he tries for. âYou alright?â
âOf course youâd ask me that.â He says this with a tired sigh. âYou can never make things easy.âÂ
âI donât understand.âÂ
He shifts backwards slightly. I can feel the distance between us like Iâd feel a pebble in my shoe. âDo you believe all the stories about me?âÂ
Is he still bothered by that? âI didnât mean it as literally as youâre taking it. All I meant is that people are intimidated by you, but thatâs not a bad thing. Itâs the way things have to be, youâre the only Shadow Summoner in existence and the army needs you to be intimidating so that they can act on your guidance.â
âThe way things have to be,â he echoes, his voice strangely weighted. âThereâs a specific kind of loneliness that comes with being feared by everyone.âÂ
Oh--I donât know what I expected, but it wasnât that. I donât think Iâve ever seen him feel defeated like that. I reach for his hand without thinking, pulling his fingers towards my lap. âI donât--Iâm not scared of you.â Itâs a weak attempt to comfort him, but itâs the only one I can think of. âThat probably doesnât mean anything, but I--âÂ
His hand turns in my lap, squeezing the exposed part of my thigh. âIt means something.â Kiriganâs voice has hardened in a different way. âYouâre the only person Iâm certain of.âÂ
Everything in me seems to tighten at that. At the implication of something so personal from someone so closed off. âKirigan, you donât have to be as alone as you feel. You talk to me all the time and you do so in a way that makes it easy to forget the cautionary tales.â His hand moves further up my thigh. I fight as I try to remember our usual dynamic. âYouâre the only one that talks to me like that.âÂ
âHave you ever considered that maybe the others refuse to take to you because of the favor Iâve shown you? The instinct to stay away from me is strong enough to extend to those around me.â Kiriganâs hand moves higher up my thigh. âTo be near me is to involve solitude.âÂ
âI donât care.â The answer leaves me too quickly. âBeing near you is worth it.âÂ
He leans closer before resting his chin on my knee with no hesitation. âCareful, you donât understand the line you tread.â Kirigan places his hand more firmly between my thighs. âOr perhaps you do...perhaps you know what you want to cross.âÂ
This time I canât help the airy sigh that leaves me. Kirigan pushes against my thigh slightly, separating my legs. I feel his breath on my inner thigh before I know whatâs going on. I canât move, I canât think, I canât even breathe. That inability to do anything but feel my heart pound against my chest only worsens as I feel his lips press into the inside of my thigh. His lips trail up my skin before his teeth gently sink into the top of my thigh.Â
âIs the line you want to cross?â He breathes the question so softly I feel like Iâm being coddled. Everything in me feels too hot to think of any kind of coherent response. Kirigan uses his free hand to pull the fabric of my nightgown as high up my thighs as he can from his position below me. âOr maybe this is the line you want to cross?â Kirigan pulls me forward so suddenly I let out a tiny gasp. Iâm not fully on the edge of the banya. âOr perhaps this one?â He kisses the skin of my inner thigh gently. Each time I exhale too loudly, his teeth graze my skin. He gets harsher with each passing second. âLay down.âÂ
My body listens to him on instinct. How is this happening? How am I this powerless to fight against something thatâs so clearly wrong? The sound of water shifting causes my entire body to tense. Heâs pulled himself out of the water. Kirigan moves above me instantly, water dripping from his toned chest and dark hair and onto my still damp nightgown.Â
Before I can speak, heâs on me completely, his lips pressing against my jaw. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin sporadically. He pulls away from me by tracing his tongue across my collar bone. I let out something dangerously close to a moan. âSuch pretty, little sounds.âÂ
âKirigan--âÂ
âThe only name I want you to hear from your lips is the only name that Iâve not given myself. The only name that holds meaning to me.âÂ
His lips graze where my skin meets the hem of my now soaked through nightgown. Iâm not sure the poor lighting is offering me enough coverage now. Thereâs no way the thin fabric leaves much to the imagination while being this wet. He kisses up my chest and neck until his lips reach the shell of my ear.Â
âAleksander.â The name is grace in the form of a breath so soft itâs more like Iâm feeling the name than actually hearing it.Â
He presses his lips against the spot on my neck directly beneath my ear. I exhale into the contact. âAleksander.â As I test his true name on my tongue, his teeth dig into my skin much more harshly than before.Â
I let out a partial squeak at the sudden shift in pace as his hands grip my waist. âSay it again. Say my name again.â
He traces his tongue gingerly over the skin he just aggravated with his teeth before I can speak. The soothing sensation is so much I can barely find my voice. âAleksander.âÂ
His hand bunches the bottom of my nightgown, raising the fabric to my hips. â...Say it just like that.â Kirganâs rough hand slips between the bone of my hip and the fabric of my hip. âLike Iâm the only one that knows you like this.â
âAleksander.â I breathe as he traces invisible patterns into my skin with his lips. âAleksander.â Each use of his name earns me extra attention--a stronger hold on my hip, a more adamant nip at the base of my neck. I feel my need for him so heavily I swear itâs leaked into my bones. âAleksander.â
When he pulls away, I fight the urge to whine. The night is still humid, but with the absence of his touch I feel like Iâm shivering. He regards me silently for a long moment before shifting his weight again. I feel my heart stall in my chest as his hand softly brushes a strand of hair out of my face. He lets his hand linger there, at the apple of my cheek. The entire world seems to stall as he leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face as his mouth inches closer to mine.Â
âI can feel the fluttering of your heart.âÂ
Any poor defense dies in my throat as his lips meet mine. He gives me no time to think about whatâs happening as he presses into me even harder. Kirigan holds my face as his teeth graze against my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly in surprise, giving him the opportunity he needs to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slowly brushes against mine, coaxing me into total, delirious, compliance. When he starts to pull away, I react, my hands flying forward to grab his hair. He lets me get away with tugging him towards me, prolonging the kiss as he bites my bottom lip.Â
One of his hands leaves my face and travels up the hands holding onto his hair. He pulls me off of him easily, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand. âEasy,â Kirigan warns, âYouâve been such a good girl, letâs not ruin it before weâve started.âÂ
A tiny sigh leaves me. I can feel the pride he takes in that as his hand trails further down my body. His fingers ghost along the hem of my underwear teasingly.Â
âIs someone there?â Iâve never damned the voice of a stranger more.Â
Panic and dread roll in my stomach. Iâm going to get caught like this, with my nightgown bunched at my hips beneath the General Kirigan. An unclothed, wet, General Kirigan. âIâm bathing.âÂ
Okay...good...Aleksander spoke. Anyone with common sense would run at the thought of invading on Kirganâs privacy. Itâs a good thing that the soldier had the sense to linger behind a thicket of bushes. âPardon General, but thereâs been a crucial development. A new strategy should be thought of as soon as possible.âÂ
No. No. The thought of losing contact so entirely, of having a moment that should have never happened be ripped from me before itâs even really happened is overwhelming. I feel my lips pull into a pout. Kiriganâs hand adjusts on me, his thumb pressing teasingly over where Iâm neediest. I bite my tongue to avoid making an inappropriate noise.Â
âFive minutes--Iâll be in the strategy tent in five minutes.âÂ
âIâll tell the others, General.â
Great. I hear the stranger disappear, his feet crushing twigs and grass as he leaves us. Aleksanderâs attention returns to me quickly. Disappointment swells in my chest as I take in the solemn look that crosses his features. His hand moves to my chin quickly before pulling me into another deep kiss. Itâs too short lived.Â
âI have to go.âÂ
Frowning, I lift my hand to trace my fingers up his arm. Itâs softer than I should allow myself to be, but it doesnât really matter anymore. Not when this is probably never going to happen again. âDo you?â I mumble to myself, half joking.
He sighs once, his thumb brushing against my cheek. âNo pouting.âÂ
Now that whatever little bubble we were in has popped, Iâm capable of normal feelings. Including shame. âI am n--âÂ
âEasy, little dove, Iâll remember all of this when I find you again.âÂ
This...this is going to happen again? âYouâre going to find me?âÂ
âI havenât yet heard your voice crack on my name as I undo you.â He punctuates the promise with a kiss to my jaw. âAgain.â Another kiss. âAnd again.â Another brush of his lips as he finally pulls away. âAnd again.âÂ
My breath catches itself in my throat as he moves off of me entirely. Damn whatever change in the war thatâs pulled him away from me so suddenly. I sit up as he stands. Iâm not sure where to look now that heâs not in close enough proximity to cloud my thoughts. I should leave as he dresses, but I canât quite bring myself to. It doesnât feel safe, not when the man that interrupted us could reappear at any moment. Not when I want to hold onto his presence like this as long as possible.Â
 He squeezes my shoulder warmly as he passes before bending down to press one more kiss next to where his hand is.Â
âSoon,â he promises again.Â
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Babysitter
Prelude - I do not understand how some people get turned on by spanking, but I still respect that kink. I could never lol I just think back to the days where I got spanked so hard Iâd pass out or the wooden spoon would break haha.
Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader
Prompt - idk I just thought of babysitters being so flipping like âIm in charge hereâ and stupid and I feel like Bakugou would enjoy babysitting like someone just a few years younger than him cause heâd get such a rush of power.Â
Warnings - NSFW, abuse of power, noncon, spanking, degradation, slight misogyny. slight masochism?
Music -Â https://open.spotify.com/track/5E30LdtzQTGqRvNd7l6kG5?si=IG4WgPeSQf2_UzyLXMWR7g
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Your mom was overbearing.
Here you were, a full-grown adult, and your mom was yelling her thanks to your âbabysitterâ as she rushed out the door.
You knew she was a bit protective, a bit hyper-vigilant and akin to a helicopter parent. But it was hard to be mad at her for it, not ever since dad had divorced her. She was terrified of something happening to you, of loosing the last thing in her life that she cared about.Â
Still, it was hard not to feel a little bubble of irritation in your throat as you watched your âbabysitterâ wave to her as she climbed in her car. You didnât need a babysitter, not at your age. And you especially didnât need the gruff, surly man that had lived in the house across the street as your babysitter. You could take care of yourself, thank you very much.
And how come your mom didnât trust you by yourself, but somehow trusted this Mr. Grumpypants that you had met a total of zero times. You had seen him once, when your momâs car had broken down at her job and you had to go pick her up.Â
You hadnât minded, rolling up to the curb to see your mother animatedly talking to some blonde man with a stick shoved up his ass, his handsome face grimacing like he just sucked on a lemon dipped in hot sauce. Apparently she worked with him, the younger man a security guard for the complex her office was located in. You watched as his bored red eyes slid from your mother, over to you through the car window, his brow furrowing. The bored look had disappeared, and he regarded you with⊠curiosity? Contempt? It was hard to tell what emotion was hidden behind his eyes, underlaid so strongly with irritation and anger.
Mom had gushed about him all the way home, telling you details you didnât really care about. His name was Bakugou Katsuki, he was single, 27, and wouldnât you know - he lived right across the street!
Well, if she trusted him, you guess you should too. Didnât mean you had to like it though.
And you didnât, huffing as Bakugou closed the door and you turned back to your game, mashing buttons and sitting forward as you tried to beat this level.  It was ridiculous, your mom going over to his house a few days prior with a plate of cookies, asking the man if he wouldnât mind coming and hanging out while she was away on some business trip. She had expressed her worry about leaving you - what if something happened while she was gone for a week? Someone could kidnap you and she wouldnât even know until she got back!
Even when you politely reminded her that cell-phones existed, she was adamant; you were going to have someone big and strong stay in the house with you. It not only would keep potential burglars and thieves away, but itâd keep you safe, make sure you werenât doing anything silly like staying up too late or eating too much junk food. It was embarrassing.
Some small part of you wanted to stomp your foot and whine at her, but that wouldnât help you in trying to convince her that you were an adult. Once your mom convinced herself of something, nothing would be able to change her mind. Even when you pointed out that Bakugou was a strange man, she didnât budge.Â
âI see him everyday at work!â She had pointed out. âPlus, heâs a security guard sweetie - his literal job involves keeping people safe.â
Bakugou locked the door, before glancing your way. You felt his eyes on you, but you didnât feel like acknowledging his presence, by gracing him with conversation or any sort of interaction. The man moved on after a second, walking behind you and into the kitchen. You heard him rustle in the cupboards, the clink of glasses, then the sound of water filling a cup.
Right - your mom had kindly showed him where everything was. She had guided him through each room showed him the guest room which she had made up for his stay, even walking him through the kitchen and showing him the contents of each cupboard.Â
He came back into the living room with his backpack and cup full of water, settled himself down in one of the armchairs by the couch.  You didnât spare him a glance as he pulled out his laptop, threw on some glasses, and settled himself in for⊠well, whatever he was doing. You were just glad that the two of you didnât have to interact with each other.
You continued playing your game, occasionally getting frustrated enough to mumble under your breath at the TV as your character died yet again. This was going to be a long week.
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You were taking a gap year after graduating, relaxing before you threw yourself into college and working. Right now, your days were spent playing games, scrolling on your phone and laughing at memes, going to the pool for hours on end, the library, bike rides, hikes⊠lots of activities that kept your mind and body occupied. But this week? Bakugou threw off every plan you made.
It was the second day, and you had gotten up early to go swim and goof off at the community pool for a few hours. It was fun, you could tan a little, cool off, maybe see some cute boys your age.Â
When you got out of the water you had two missed texts from Bakugou.Â
Where are you
Tell me where the fuck you went
Instead of answering, you huffed, wrapping your towel around your waist. It took maybe fifteen minutes to walk home - youâd deal with your overprotective babysitter then.
He met you at the door, throwing it open before you could even touch the handle. His face was drawn tight in a scowl, the blonde crossing his arms as soon as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you.
âYour fucking phone die? Or are you just ignoring me?â
You shook your head, irritated with how big of a deal he was making out of this. You went to the pool all the time, you werenât going to die. âI was at the pool, chill dude.â
âOh, I thought you just popped out to go fucking parachuting!â He spat, uncrossing his arms to gesture at your body. âI can see that you went to the pool dipshit. Why didnât you fucking tell me, huh? You normally run off on your mom without a damn word?â
You stared at him, curious to see if he would burst a blood vessel with how worked up he was getting. He didnât seem like someone that knew what the word ârelaxâ meant. Bakugou probably slept all angrily, arms crossed, lips pulled into a frown, eyebrows drawn low.
âFucking hey, earth to idiot!â Fingers snapped in front of your face, and you recoiled, glaring up at the man in front of you. Before you could open your mouth, he huffed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. âDonât fucking go anywhere unless you run it by me, understand? I donât need you wandering into a fucking alley and getting stabbed or some shit.â
Snorting, you moved past him, not even bothering to answer. He was an asshole. Despite what your mother thought, you werenât a child. You knew how to take care of yourself, you didnât need some grumpy old guy bossing you around. Â Said man was grinding his teeth as he watched you walk away, headed for your room. It probably annoyed the life out of him that you hadnât answered, but he didnât say anything.Â
When you finished grabbing clothes for your shower, you came out of your room to see Bakugou leaning against the wall.Â
âSo youâre being a little spoiled princess, not even talking to me? Thatâs rich. You know Iâm gonna be here for the next fucking week - you better make peace with that.â
âDude, I donât know what you want. Iâm fine, I do this all the time. Just leave me be, and Iâll do the same for you.â
Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but your skin was getting dry and tight from chlorine, so you ignored him as you slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You could hear his feet stomping away, and almost giggled at the sound. It almost seemed like he was the petulant child that needed a babysitter.
It didnât take you long to rinse off, get all the chlorine and salt off your skin. Drying off, you quickly realized you forgot a bra when you had grabbed clothes - which was fine, you would just wrap up in your towel and waddle back to your room. Plus, the bathroom was directly opposite your room, and Bakugou wasnât nearby, you could hear dishes rattling in the kitchen, so that wouldnât be a problem.Â
And it wasnât, not until you were in your room, door closed, towel on the floor as you rifled through your dresser drawers for the bra you really liked.
âHey princess, do you want-â
You only heard him as he opened the door, and by that time you were scrambling to snatch your towel up around your naked body. Bakugou choked on his words, face turning a flaming red before he slammed the door shut, giving you your privacy.Â
Heart racing, you sat down on the floor, too embarrassed for words. That was awkward.Â
âWhy the fuck would you grab clothes, only to come back and change in your room!??!â Bakugou yelled from the other side of the door, a decidedly angry âthumpâ from where he banged his fist against the door.
âI forgot something, geez! Why didnât you bother knocking?!?â You yelled back, your own face heating up.
âHoly fucking shit, just get some fucking clothes on, asshole. Iâm makinâ pancakes and shit.â
Breakfast was an awkward affair, your gaze focused firmly on the perfectly cooked food on your plate. Bakugou was glaring at you between bites, obviously fuming. He was probably just as embarrassed as you were, but at least he wasnât trying to make small talk.
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Bakugou doesnât appreciate how much time you spend playing video games, and itâs only the third day. Heâs grumbled about it several times already, but you arenât hurting anybody, and thereâs nothing else for you to do, so.
It seems like the only thing Bakugou is willing to do is sit nearby, glare at you condescendingly, and mutter under his breath about how you spend your time. When you decided to run to the store to get groceries (there was a surplus of food in the house - you just wanted some air and time away from your âbabysitterâ) Bakugou had suddenly appeared, moving in front of the door and sneering.Â
âAre you trying to fuckinâ sneak off again? I wonât let that shit slide twice.â
You huffed, shrugging on your jacket. âBakugou, I was going to the store. Contrary to what you think, Iâm not eight years old, and I can take care of myself. My momâs just a helicopter parent. You donât even need to be here, honestly.â
The man scoffed, his face souring. âYouâre literally a fucking child. Didnât you just graduate highschool?â
Stepping closer to him, you squared your shoulders, eyebrows furrowing as you looked up at the blond. âCall me a child all you want - doesnât change the fact Iâm old enough to do stuff by myself. Now-â you gestured to his body â-please move.â
âNo.â
You crossed your arms over your chest. âAnd why not? You canât just lock me in the house until my mom comes back.â
Bakugouâs head cocked, red eyes burrowing into your head. He grinned. âWhy the fuck not? Iâm in charge here, I get to make the damn rules. I say your ass stays here, and itâs going to.â
Clenching your jaw, you huffed, spinning on your heel. You werenât going to be able to talk the bull-headed man into leaving you to your own devices. There was nothing left to do except shuck off your shoes, admitting defeat. It was so irritating - you didnât need anyone looking after you, you were an adult! You were more than capable of handling yourself! Why didnât your mom trust you? Did she think that you were too stupid to keep yourself alive and safe?
You left Bakugou at the door, grabbing a soda from the kitchen before flopping onto the couch in front of TV. Â
Sure, you could read a book, do a puzzle, browse social media. But right now, you were feeling particularly angry, violent. You wanted to achieve something, finish quests, accomplish tasks. So video games it was.
Of course, that meant Bakugou sauntering back into the living room, groaning as he saw you back in front of the TV. But if he wasnât going to let you go out, then this is what you were going to spend your time doing. If he wanted to treat you like a child, then you were going to act like one. Show him how much of a brat you really could be.
You turn on your console, select the game youâre going to be playing for the next few hours, and settle further into the couch, making yourself comfortable. Â Reaching down to the coffee table, youâre about to grab the soda you had brought in earlier, but Bakugou beat you to it.
âHey!â You whined, watching the blond pop the tab, take a long, slow drag of the carbonated drink. He smacked his lips and cocked his head, smirking down at you.Â
âYou shouldnât drink this sorta shit, âs bad for you.â
âWhy are you drinking it then?!!?â
Bakugou shrugged. ââCause Iâm in charge here. I get to do whatever I fuckinâ want.â
Huffing, you gave up the argument, starting to push yourself off the couch. Bakugou was one of those people that got off on power trips, liked being the one to call the shots. The best course of action here would be to just ignore him and grab another soda.
âAnd where the fuck do you think youâre going? I didnât say you could move.â The blond man was standing in front of you, making it impossible for you to stand. He was so irritating - you couldnât wait for this week to be over.
âIâm going to get something to drink, since you decided to help yourself to my soda.â
He moved out of your way, clicking his tongue before flopping down into the armchair by the couch. You glared at him for as long as you could, until the kitchen wall hid his face from view. Ugh, he was such a jerk. At first he had seemed somewhat decent, but as he got more comfortable around you, the man was turning into a self-absorbed tyrant.Â
Whatever, you were only going to have a stupid âbabysitterâ for a few more days.
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âGet off the damn game! Donât make me haul your ass off that couch.âÂ
Bakugou threatened. He wasnât very intimidating, standing there vigorously brushing his teeth like there was something wrong with them. The blond had already asked you two other times, and you had ignored him on both occasions. You were so close to leveling up, just a few more points.
If Bakugou wanted to go to bed when the sun was still up, he was more than welcome to do so. You however, had better things to do with your time.
You saw him stomp away out of the corner of your eye, apparently giving up on trying to tell you what to do in your own house. Good.
If anything, Bakugou should be grateful that all you were interested was playing video games and going to the pool. You could be out getting in trouble, doing drugs, rebelling against the system or something - but you were here, chilling and causing zero trouble.Â
The sink in the bathroom ran, then clattering could be heard as Bakugou finished up his bedtime routine, putting his toothbrush away, washing his hands, yada yada.
He appeared back in the living room, arms crossed. His muscles bulged out like that, showcased by the sleeveless black tank top he was wearing. But you werenât intimidated, itâs not like he was going to hit you or something.
âAlright, last chance. Turn the fucking game off, itâs your majestyâs bedtime now.â He sneered.
You ignored him.
âYou seriously wanna do this princess?â
You stayed silent. Just a few more killsâŠ.
âAlright, you fuckinâ asked for it.â
The TV turned off, Bakugou yanking the cords out behind it.
âDude, what the hell! I was so close to leveling up!!â You screeched, sitting up straight. Bakugouâs face was screwed into an angry frown, and he advanced towards you, walking with purpose. You were fuming, rising to your feet so you could get in his face, tell him off. He was acting like he was your dad or something, and he most definitely was not.
When the man got within an arm length of you, you immediately jabbed a finger into his chest, mouth opening to spit nasty words. Those words died when your hand was slapped harshly away, Bakugou still walking forward until he was crowding into your space. You tried to shrink back, but a rough hand latched onto the back of your neck, holding you still as Bakugou closed in on you, bringing your foreheads together.
âYou are such a spoiled little princess. Think you can get away with shit, yeah? Never had a man in your life to put you in your goddamn place, thatâs why, isnât it?âÂ
You blanched, still trying to lean backwards, away from his overwhelming presence. It was kind of scary, how he was all up in your face, how his fingers gripped the back of your neck so tightly, how his face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm, minty breath.
âBakugou, ple-â
âNah, shut the fuck up. Weâre past any point where you couldâve begged for forgiveness. I am so sick and tired of your bratty little attitude. You keep testing my patience, being a little shit, acting like you own the damn place. Youâre gonna show me youâre fuckinâ sorry princess.â
A hand wrapped around your waist, another on your thigh, hefting you up with brute strength and slinging you over his shoulder in the blink of an eye. The swift movement made your head spin for a second, but you quickly adjusted.
âWoah, what the hell man? Put me down!â Bakugou ignored you, spinning on his heel and marching towards the guest bedroom. âDude, put me down right now, this isnât funny anymore. Câmon, put me down, I get it. Youâre in charge, and I gotta listen. You can let me down now. Please?â
Your pleading went unheard, even as it got more and more desperate the closer to the guest bedroom he walked. When you passed through the doorway, you kicked at the mans stomach, tried to hit his back - you had a faint idea of where this was going, and it was nowhere good.
Without ceremony, you were thrown on the bed, the air getting knocked out of you with the impact, your head bouncing a few times on the mattress. Â Bakugou turned, shutting and locking the door before he was back in front of you again, a vicious look on his face.
You scrambled backwards on the bed, holding out one hand as if to ward him off. âOkay, dude, wait, you donât want to do this. Please donât do this, youâre a good guy-â
âShit, do you ever stop running your mouth? Calm the fuck down princess, Iâm just gonna spank you âtill you cry, then weâll be even.â
The idea was humiliating, embarrassing, degrading. But it was better than what you thought was about to happen. Bakugou grabbed your ankle, pulling you back towards him with a quick yank, sitting down beside you on the bed. The man patted his lap expectantly, before getting impatient with your hesitance and grabbing your hair, pulling you across his lap with a pained shriek from you.
âNow, hereâs how this is gonna fucking go. Youâre gonna sit there and take it, and youâll be done once I say so. Now shut up.â
Without further ceremony, a broad hand slapped your ass, your shorts providing only the thinnest of barriers. You werenât ready for the hit, so you lurched forward across the mans lap with a small cry. Another smack landed, and while you still werenât ready, the sting wasnât as jarring as the first slap.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK
You tried to not whine, or cry, or make any noise, but it was hard. His hand was coming down with more force on each strike, and it /hurt/. Â You could feel your skin throbbing underneath your shorts, red and tender, and you were ready to be done.Â
Bakugou however, was not.
He kept going,
SMACK
Each hit harder than the last.
SMACK
You wanted to cry, trying to hold it in, just endure through the mortification of being spanked like a child.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
You couldnât take it anymore, bursting into tears, skin burning, blubbering for Bakugou to stop, please.
The spanking stopped.Â
The two of you sat there, you sobbing, Bakugou rubbing the skin of your ass over your shorts. Somehow, that hurt just as much as the spanking did, so you reached a hand back blindly, trying to catch his wrist and push him away. As soon as you grabbed his wrist, Bakugou delivered another savage slap to your behind, making you immediately apologize and drop your hands, let him pet and stroke your ass at his leisure. Â It hurt.
You donât know how long you both stayed there, Bakugou further irritating the burning, raw skin of your butt, you sniffling and calming down from the full-bodied sobs that had wracked your form earlier. Â It had been long enough that you barely flinched when Bakugou tentatively fingered the waistband of your shorts, twisting up the fabric, as if he were hesitant to go further, but obviously considering it. You didnât flinched when a decision was seemingly made, and a hand started slowly pulling your shorts down.
You flinched when the fabric slid over a particularly sore welt on your ass.
âWhat are you doing??â You panicked, trying to rise up, move away. A hand between your shoulder blades held you down, Bakugouâs gruff voice telling you to stay still.
âI just wanna see how it looks, fuckinâ chill out princess.â
Itâs not like you could argue, so off slid your shorts. You tried to protest again when you felt fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, but another swift slap to your rear had you keening in pain, quickly falling silent. You could let him assess the damage, but that was it. If he tried to touch you further, youâd bite a chunk of his skin off, go find your phone and call the police.Â
With your lower half bared to the room, you squirmed uncomfortably, immediately stilling when Bakugouâs hand smoothed over the abused skin of your ass. He seemed fascinated by the damage he had caused, and you were sure that there were welts, maybe even bruises already forming. Your skin burned, and not in a pleasant way. God, it was painful.
There was so much pain, your skin somehow felt numb and on fire at the same time. You almost didnât notice Bakugouâs hand dropping to your thigh, slowly beginning to wiggle itâs way upward, headed towards the little pink slit nestled between your legs.Â
When his hand made contact with your pussy, you flipped out.
Almost literally - you rocketed off the manâs lap so fast that you almost flipped over onto the ground, just barely catching yourself at the last second.Â
And then you were standing in front of the man, lower half completely bared, him staring at the space between your thighs, before slowly dragging his eyes upward to find your own.Â
You turned tail and ran for the door.
A problem with your aforementioned plan of calling the police, was forgetting that Bakugou was a security guard. His job was literally chasing people down, subduing them.
He had you pinned to the door in a matter of seconds, chuckling in your ear.Â
âDamn, I really was just only gonna spank your ass raw. You look goddamn delicious though, and it seems like you just havenât learned your fucking lesson.â
You were hauled backward, a hand pulling your hair, the other wrapped around your waist. For the second time that day, you were tossed onto the bed, but this time you barely stayed for a second, already trying to scramble off the other side. Â But Bakugou was faster, his hand around your calf and dragging you back to him with an iron grip.Â
A scream tore out of your throat, and you kicked at the man with all your strength as you got closer, catching him square in the jaw. His head snapped back, but his grip never loosened, keeping you stationary while you tried to wiggle away.Â
His other hand came up to massage his jaw while he slowly rolled his head down to fix you with the most intense, hungry look youâd ever seen a human wear.
âOhhh, shit. You donât even know what you just did, do you princess?â
You gasped at his breathy laugh, the way his eyes seemed to light up. Within a second, he was on top of you, face inches away from your own. You could feel his dick, hard against your thigh.
âWait, you donât have to do this-think of the consequences! Please, I wonât tell anyone, just let me go, right now. You donât want to do this Bakugou, please, itâs not gonna be good for either of us-â
He ignored your reasoning, instead focusing on ripping off your shirt, doing the same to your bra. You tried to stop him, hitting and punching, trying to sink your nails into his back, claw at his eyes. You even resorted to snapping your teeth at his nose when his face got too close, turning your head to sink your teeth into his forearm.
Bakugou just groaned throatily, his eyes fluttering shut. Immediately, you let go, not expecting that response. That was supposed to hurt, why wasnât he yelling in pain? The man lifted his forearm, watching blood start to drip from where your blunt teeth had punctured his skin. He was breathing heavily, straddling your legs, hunched over you like a dog.
The next seconds were a blur, clothes coming off, his hands manhandling you onto your side, his deranged laughter and low, excited swearing filling your ears.
You found yourself on your side, Bakugou straddling one thigh, holding the other up with his arm. He was lining himself up with your opening, rough hand guiding his dick to nudge against your entrance. You screamed.
âStop it! Stop it, please! You canât do this! Oh god, stop, stop, stop, donât-â
âI can do whatever the hell I want, princess.â The man spat, seemingly unaffected by the way you thrashed your body. You tried kicking the leg under him, but his weight anchored it firmly to the bed. You tried kicking the leg he was holding in the arm, but his tight grip just became painful, squeezing you into place. You tried to sit up, to reach out and grab him by the neck and squeeze, but the position you were in was impossible. He knew what he was doing.
You screamed again, a sound of pained, fearful anger crawling out of your throat. Bakugou just laughed.
âThis wouldnât be happening if you had just been good and listened to me. We couldâve gotten along.â He gathered the spit in his mouth, before crudely spitting onto his fingers. âI wouldâve left you alone for now, I mean, Iâm not a bad guy. â Bakugou slapped his spit-slicked fingers down over your pussy, smearing his saliva along your folds, messily rubbing it in.
âIâm an upstanding citizen, I keep little crooks and stupid brats from running things their way, thatâs all Iâm doing.â
You yelled as a finger entered you, probing at your walls. âThat hurts! Take it out, take it out! Youâre disgusting, get off of me! Stop-!â
Bakugou kept talking, pointedly ignoring your panicked whining.Â
âYeah, Iâve seen you before, and youâve got a nice little body. But itâs not like I was just gonna up and hold you down. Good thing youâve been giving me reasons all week though, being an absolute spoiled-ass princess, youâre so fucking annoying.â
Another finger joined the first, roughly jamming into your cunt, your juices beginning to flow and smooth the way. It was so stupid that your body was responding to this.
âI woulda never touched you, no matter how much I fucking wanted to, if you had just been good. I guess it works for me that youâve been shit, huh?â
The man laughed again, leaning down towards your face to smile at you in a jeer, adding another finger to your aching pussy. The stretch hurt, it was too soon, but it felt good nonetheless. Itâd been a while since youâd last messed around with someone.
When his fingers retracted, you gasped, face quickly blushing red. Another glob of spit was ejected onto Bakugouâs hand, and he quickly slicked up his cock with his own saliva, hissing as he first touched it.
As he lined himself up, you tried begging one more time. âBakugou, Bakugou, please. Please donât, you donât want to do this. You canât! Just let me up, please? Oh god, please, just let me go, I wonât tell anyone.â
He shoved the entirety of his cock inside with one, jarring thrust.
You screamed, voice cracking in the middle. The stinging pain of your ass was forgotten in the face of the jabbing, spiky pain in your lower abdomen. Bakugou hissed, eyes closed in bliss.
âGod, youâre fuckinâ tight. You a virgin?â
Tears in your eyes from the unexpected pain of being filled so suddenly, you shook your head no. Bakugou clicked his tongue.
âAh, I kinda figured. Slut like you probably canât go a few days without a cock stuffing your cunt.â A thought seemed to cross his mind, and Bakugouâs eyes opened, peering down at you inquisitively, a slight twinkle in his eye.
âIs that why youâve been such a demanding little princess?â You shook your head no vehemently, the pain slowly fading the longer Bakugou remained still inside you. âHoly fuck, thatâs why youâve been like this all week! You just needed a cock!â The man laughed before reaching a hand down to pat your face condescendingly. âDonât you worry princess,  Iâll give you what you need.â
No further words were spoken, despite how much you wanted to scream and yell and curse at the man above you. He immediately drew his cock back, before thrusting into you again, quickly finding a mind-numbing pace that didnât allow you any time to think.
His thrusts were smooth, steady, fast - it was hard, no, impossible to stop yourself from moaning at how good everything was starting to feel, despite how much you didnât want it to. It was even worse when Bakugouâs hand found itâs way to your clit, beginning to furiously rub the little button as he fucked you stupid.
âYeah, you fuckinâ like that?â
You ignored him completely, turning your face against the covers of the guest bed. Bakugou just huffed, increasing his pace ever so slightly.
It wasnât long before you were gasping, moaning on every other breath, trying to hold yourself back from begging the man to let you cum. You writhed underneath him, trying to arch your hips back to meet every one of his thrusts, ride the hand that was rubbing at your clit so nicely.
Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere.Â
It fizzed in your stomach, pleasure racing through you so quickly that you lost your breath, muscles locking up. It felt so good, you couldnât breath, couldnât move. Bakugou fucked you through it, smirking down as you obviously rode out your orgasm, his finger falling away from your clit before you could get overstimulated.Â
A few more thrusts, and Bakugou pulled out, quickly moving to straddle your chest as he quickly jerked himself off. His hand made the most lewd sound, squelching up and down his length that was drenched in your juices.Â
You were so blissed out from your orgasm, you almost didnât mind when cum started splattering over your face.
You did mind, however, when Bakugou tried to rub it into your skin after he finished. Â A quick snap of your jaws towards his fingers made your point clear, and Bakugou backed off.
âWe have plenty of time to work on you, seems like you still need to be put in your place by the man of the house. Spoiled little princess.â
ââ
When your mom got home, you barely kept yourself from sobbing in her arms as she hugged you. You wanted to tell her everything that had happened, what Bakugou had done to you - but that would just make her more paranoid, fearful.
She would lock you in the house and never let you leave. Plus it was embarrassing. âHey mom, by the way, the babysitter you hired for me, your adult child, raped me after spanking me so hard I bruised, and I couldnât stop him!â Wasnât a sentence you wanted to utter. You were weak, and stupid.
Bakugou watched in the background, his backpack slung over his shoulder, ready to head across the street and back to his own house. Your mom kissed your hair, finally disentangling herself from your arms, moving to talk to the gruff blond. You stayed by the door, watching Bakugou with narrow eyes.
âWe were fine - although, you were right in having someone come over. Sheâs irresponsible as hell, I donât know what couldâve happened if I wasnât here to stop her from doing stupid shit.â
Your mom threw you a disapproving glance, quickly turning to thank Bakugou for helping the two of you out. She pressed money into his hand, but he told her not to worry about it - he got to eat good food, sleep in a nice bed, and the wifi was better here than at his house. Your mom gave him a quick hug, and you watched his face sour, before he quickly moved away from her grasp.
âJust let me know if you ever need me to come hangout with her again - I think itâs good for her to have a strong male figure in her life. And my wifi sucks, so itâs a win-win for everyone.â
Except you.
Your mom clapped her hands together excitedly. âOh, thatâd be perfect! What a nice young man you are, I knew you were trustworthy.â
Your stomach soured.Â
Bakugou said his goodbyes, obviously trying to get out of the house and away from your touchy mother as quickly as possible. Your mother thanked him again, welcoming him over âat any time!â To use the faster wifi, as long as he wouldnât mind hanging out with you.
Bakugou gave a gruff laugh, brushing past you on his way out the door. He turned, looking at your mother, then at you.
âIâll be here to help out, donât you worry princess.â
You slammed the door in his face.
He was never stepping foot in your house again, not if you could help it.
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Hello I really like your jumin han stories, so I have a request for more. I don't have much of a plot but like male y/n is going to move in woth jumin and he has 2 male cats who are both neutered, but jumin is still complaining that the cats are gonna try and get Elizabeth the 3rd pregnant( even though it's not possible). Eventually jumin warms up to the other cats and y/n makes fun of jumin by taking pictures of jumin and the cats cuddling saying that Elizabeth is gonna be jealous. He/him for reader. Please and thank you.
Warming up
Pairing: Jumin x Reader
Pronouns: he/him
Content: you have two cats, jumin is scared-
Description: Jumin slowly starts to warm up to your two male cats
Note: ah im so glad you like my writing!! And thank you for requesting, i hope you like it !
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Jumin liked to plan everything in advance, thats how he worked best. So when he had finally visited your apartment for once and seen your two...male...cats, he was incredibly frustrated.
He wanted you to move in with him, hell, you guys were both already planning on moving in together.
It shouldn't come as a surprise that you had two male cats but you had only told Jumin you had two cats, never did you say what sex they were.
You thought it was no bug deal but at this point Jumin was almost sweating, your calm and collected boyfriend had essentially flashed out of existence.
"Jumin you dont have to worry, theyre both neutered" you say with a laugh, you couldnt deny the situation was a little funny.
Jumin still seemed panicked as he looked at both of your cats.
"I cant have them near my Elizabeth, they'll get her pregnant"
Jumin stands close to you, inching closer and closer as your two cats move towards Jumin.
At this point his arms are around your waist and hes hiding behind you, your cats still moving closer to him. Of course they got very close trying to smell him since you usually came hone smelling like him as well.
You call for them to get closer but Jumin hesitates, arms tightening around you.
"Jumin why are you even running away from them?"
"Because if they get close then when I come home Elizabeth will smell them on me and I dont want that" he says, voice monotone but his eyes stood glaring at your cats.
You turn around and look at Jumin in the eyes, giving him a playful glare and softly grabbing his face so his attention is on you instead of your cats.
"I, your amazing boyfriend who would never ever lie to you, has told you time and time again that there is no way they can get Eli pregnant"
Jumin lets out a groan, adjusting his stance and looking back at you.
Suddenly his business like demeanor came back, you hadnt seen that in a long time since you guys started dating, he was usually much more open now.
"Fine, they can come to the apartment but they are not staying in close contact to Elizabeth, atleast not yet"
You chuckle but agree, you know he just wants whats best for Elizabeth and shes very dear to him.
You brought your face sloer to his and gave him a small kiss, which still somehow suprised him.
"What was that for?"
"To seal our contract"
"Oh i see, well can I have some that arent business inquired ones?" A small smile sets on his face as he looks at you after saying that, eyes soft but filled with love.
"Of course Mr. CEO" you say while leaning in.
"Dont call me that" Jumin groans out before kissing you back.
Forgetting your cats are there, while you had that whole conversation, they got much more closer then before. Now one of them wrapping his tail around your leg and the other pawing at Jumins shoe.
Jumins breathe hitches as he sees them but tries his best not to move, knowing he shouldnt be scared of anything happens.
While in that moment he didnt pet them or anything, it was a good start.
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Its been a few weeks, you're now settled into an apartment with Jumin.
Yours cats though, werent as settled in.
You were hoping in around a week they'd be able to get closer to Elizabethn Jumin was still hesitant.
Dont get me wrong, all cats were roaming around, it wasnt like your cats were in a cage or something.
Its just they have been under heavy supervision, if Jumin was not there he had a bodyguard watch over all three.
(He didn't trust you enough with this he knew you would let your cats cuddle up to Elizabeth as soon as possible)
This evening was one where both of you were not going to be at home, so Jumin quickly called up a bodyguard.
"He won't be at home and I currently have to get going to a business meeting, get here as soon as possible. You have the keys to open the door, do not let any of those two cats get close to Elizabeth"
Jumins voice was low and demanding, a little bit intimidating in your ppinion but you didn't mind-
He swiftly hangs up and looks back at you as he puts his blazer on, adjusting his sleeves and tie.
"I have to get going my love, enjoy your evening with Jaehee ill see you later" He gives you a soft kiss on your forehead and then your lips and with that he was gone.
You ran out and as soon as you left the door, a car stood waiting for you.
Quickly giving the driver the location, you wait patiently to get there, no rush since you werent late.
You got there pretty fast, traffic wasnt bad. As you look up you see Jaehee waiting at a table, coffee in one hand and a menu in the other.
"Hi Jaehee" you say with a smile, and with that you had an evening filled of Jaehee talking about Zen and eating plenty of amazing pastries and drinks.
The 'date' went by smoothly and you left only around a few hours after, it was getting late and Jaehee had to go back home to finish some workload.
You thanked them for the nice evening you had together and then went back into the car which was waiting for you.
The ride back went just as well as the first one, you got home pretty fast but when you got there you were met with a sight that you werent expecting at all.
There sat two cats, around someone. That someone being Jumin.
He had a cup in hand and an expensive looking laptop right in front of him, both cats laying a head on each of his legs. Sleeping soundly and peacefully.Â
He didnt react when he heard the lock of the front door lock, or maybe he just hadnt heard you enter.
You oull out your phone as quickly as possible, not even being able to fathom what was right in front of your eyes.
Is this a dream?
No, no, this is defently not a dream.
As you take a step forward Jumin looks up.
Once he sees you, a soft of nervous smile sets on his face.
"Weren't expecting this were you?"
"No not at all, how the hell did this happen"
"I didnt notice them coming towards me and...all of a sudden they were like this. I wasnt sure what to do so i just, let them"
You'll be honest, it was honestly such a nice view to see three of the people you most love be so close. You felt happy.
You take a few more steps and one of your cat notices that you're getting closer, now meowing at you. You grab him and sit down where he was just resting and isntead put him on your lap.
Now both you and Jumin sat close, one cat on your lap and the other resting on Jumin's leg. Soon enough Elizabeth came in too for some cuddles.
All in all, you looked like a whole family, and you all sat cuddling eachother. One of Jumins arms wrapped around you and you cuddled up to him, phone in hand.
You opened the messenger and quickly sent the photo of Jumin and your cats together before he could demand you to delete it.
Messages started filtering in quickly, many of them beung from the infamous seven o seven.
"What did you send to them.."
[1341 words; feb/11/21]
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hotchreid-90 or 32, or just, anything hotchreid , not established relationship preferred đđ
"Hey" Shyly Reid looks at the man standing in front of his door, late in the evening. "What are you doing here?"
"I just- you seemed off today- do you mind if I-" Without waiting for permission Hotch steps into the apartment, pressing himself through the small crack Reid had opened the door to before looking at him properly.
Spencer had already changed out of his suit and into more comfortable clothes, the thick soft socks reaches partly over the end of his sweatpants, the stained hoodie he almost always wears at home covers his hands.
"I am worried" Hotch admits, "We have been- we started spending so much time and we went on those dates and I am worried I overstepped because now you are shielding yourself away. Not only from me. I got Morgan on speed dial- I am- if I made you uncomfortable- he will come over and you can talk to him- or me- it's just- I am- I am really sorry" He brings out pressing his lips together as he looks at Reid who takes a moment and then frowns at him.
"You didn't do anything wrong" Hesitantly he backs away even further from Hotch, "I thought we are- you know- doing pretty good."
"I thought so too but ever since three weeks ago, you have been quiet and when I try to ask you out, you are reclining everything I suggest and that's okay. We don't have to go out. But at least drinking a coffee together would be nice, you know." He explains, "I miss you"
Spencer seems to think about it for a moment, picking at the dry skin around elbows underneath the loose sweater as he does before his facial expressions slightly changed, like it does when Hotch watches him cracking a code on cases and he encrypted a little piece of it. "What is it?"
"Nothing. We can go out, it's not you." He assures him, looking down to the floor. "We can grab coffee tomorrow after work."
"If you don't feel up to it we don't have to."
"I do. I do. Everything is okay" Spencer insists and starts rocking back and forth on his feet.
"Did something happen three weeks ago?"
"No" Spencer quickly answers, a bit to forcefully to make it sound true. "No, nothing happened."
"Why don't we sit down?" Comforting Hotch tries placing a hand on Spencer but he flinches away, "I am sorry. Can we sit down? Is that okay?"
While he has his lips pressed together Spencer nods and walks first towards the couch, sitting down at the end. He crosses his arms in front of his stomach and presses them against his stomach before he leans forward far enough that it makes it comfortable to rock back and forth.
"Do you need anything?" Hotch questions worried. "Do you want your blanket?"
Spencer shakes his head but keeps on rocking back and forth.
"Did something happen with Jack? Did he say something?" Hotch asks trying to figure out what has him so upset but he shakes his head, "Did someone on the team say something about us? Did Morgan not like that we went out?"
He shakes his head again before taking one hand away from his middle and starts tapping his head with his palm in a steady rhythm before he speaks, "Morgan said he will kill you if you hurt me, Morgan likes you, Morgan likes to know I am safe. You can keep me safe. Morgan likes that."
"I am glad he does" Hotch answers and figures he is not the problem. "You can tell me anything"
"Not this thing" Spencer tells him and Hotch raises one eyebrow. "Not this thing. Not this thing."
"Why not?" He interrogates with a soft voice, "Spencer why can't you tell me?" He repeats when Spencer doesn't answer.
"It's a secret"
"It's a secret?"
"Not my secret." He explains and a tear rolls down his cheek, "It's a horrible secret."
"It is?" Hotch questions with sympathy in his voice and Spencer nods and sobs ones, holding himself again but signaling with his position that he doesn't want Hotch to touch him, "Is that why you have been so closed up? Does the secret do that?"
"It hurts."
"It hurts?" Hotch repeats waiting for Spencer to elaborate.
"Makes me feel sick and sorry." He tells him before adding, "It makes me feel really bad, like I did when Emily died. When my chest really hurt like someone is tying it but my stomach feels all empty"
"Do you mean grief? Are you grieving?"
"I don't know." Spencer sobs again, new tears running down his face as his body shakes, "It feels like when Emily died."
"Maybe it's grief we don't need to identify that right now, it's okay." Hotch tries to keep Spencer's frustration low. "Can you tell me who told you that secret?"
"No"
"Okay, that's okay." Hesitant Hotch scoops closer, "Come here" After a moment of hesitation Hotch scoops into the corner of the couch and Spencer follows him, climbing into his lap and curling himself up in a way that can hide his face against Hotch's neck as he cries. His hand gripping his shirt, as muffled sobs fill the apartment. "Okay, okay you are okay."
He waits for him to calm down until only sniffles fill the room, Spencer still leaning against him but being more spread out over the couch as he plays with Hotch's fingers.
"We are gonna try something, okay baby?" The nickname falls so naturally from his tongue, both men don't notice, "Why don't you tell me the secret. But you tell me with the TV-show we watched all day at my apartment? You remember the one Jack wanted to watch?"
"The one with the friend group?"
"Yeah that one"
"I am no allowed to tell you."
"If it makes you this upset you can tell me. It's okay. Nothing is gonna happen to you." Protectively Hotch places a hand on Spencer's cheek, making him feel shield away from the world around him.
"I am Jess." Spencer starts, "And the person who told me that secret is Cece."
"Cece who is together with Schmidt? With the little daughter?"
"Yes"
"Alright, I can follow." He assures him.
"And Cece had been sad and hurting. Like something really terrible happened. So Jess waited for her in front of the bathroom for a really long time. Because Cece also had a injury on her hand, like she had been punching something, but there is no one she should be fighting with." He stops and presses himself closer against Hotch, "So Jess waited and when Cece finally came out, she asked if they could talk and Cece eventually agreed and they went into an empty room and Jess asked what is going on. But Cece wouldn't tell her and told her- and told her that she should stop being so worried and stop being so her." He presses himself against Hotch again while he rubs his feet over the couch.
"It's okay, it's okay, you are doing good." Hotch tries calming him and slowly he stops moving im his arms again, "go on when you are ready"
"Jess told her that she can't help it. You know, because Jess was really worried and Jess sometimes doesn't know where personal boundaries are. Jess just wants to help and people think she is being nosy."
"Well Nick loved that about her"
"Not important" Spencer states, "Cece told her that not even she could come up with the word for what she feels. Because Cece has PTSD because she was in a terrible accident."
"She was?"
"Mmm Jess knew that and so Jess kept pushing and didn't read the signs and then Cece told her that she was pregnant when the accident happened-" Again Spencer breaks into a sob and moves in Hotch's arms again,
"You are okay, it's okay, it's okay, you did so good by telling me." He assures him and grabs both of his arms slightly leaning down on him, "Keep talking, you are almost done. You did such a good job."
Spencer by now lays with his back on Hotch's thighs, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, as he tries hitting his hands together and Hotch realizes what he tries to do, let's go and let's him hit his knuckles together.
"What happened then? What did Jess do?"
"Jess had to keep the secret. Nobody knows."
"Does Schmidt know?"
"No, Cece was working abroad when she found out and when she lost the baby. Cece was all alone." He tells him and hits his knuckles together harder.
"How does Jess feel now?"
"Jess would have been godmother to a second child. Jess doesn't know what to feel because she never even met the child and didn't know about it but now feels like something is gone from her heart. Jess is sad."
"Did Jess ever talk to Cece again about it?"
"Jess found a way for Cece to say goodbye to the man who did this but she is worried she won't be able to heal." They stay quiet for a long moment, Spencer hitting his knuckles together, until Hotch holds his hand between Spencer's two fists who can't stop.
"I think JJ loves you so so much, and I think JJ is the strongest woman this earth has ever seen and I know this must be terrifying, to see her like this but she is going to survive it and she knows that she has you to lean on when times get hard and she has Henry and Will and I know that when she is home she has all the love and understanding around her she always wished for." Gently he moves his other hand up to Spencer's head, "And as in for you, it's okay to feel whatever you feel right now and I am so so proud of you for taking care of her. She maybe said those things but she probably felt a little bit crowded by you. You know that feeling too. You sometimes say those things too and then mean it. But in the end, I think she is gonna feel a lot better knowing someone knows. And knowing someone is watching out for her."
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What do you think first kiss with skz be like?
aAWH SOME FLUFF T-T OK BUT KEEP IN MIND- fluff is not my strongest pursuit hence why im not a fluff writer hahsah but HEY ITS CUTE!! and anon,,, im so sorry this took such time IM SO SO SORRY AAAAAAAAH-Â
also this makes me wanna know my anons first kiss story, AAAH SPILL THEMÂ
warnings; none?? fluff,,, wow,, rare to say that LMAO- also gn!reader and also suggestiveee??
Bangchan
~gentleman~
will only kiss you if you are REALLY ready for it and if the two of you are dating
doesnt want to rush you into things (even if its just a kiss) because he doesnt know how comfortable you are and such
basically a sweetheart
i imagine its like a cute little date
 night where you guys are stargazing, lying on a blanket on a grassy hill with his arm as a pillow for your head
âchan, look! its a shooting star! make a wishâ you giggle to which he smiles, looking at your pretty features that are lit up by the moonlight
âhmm,,, dear star, i wish that y/n would kiss meâ he says, laughing directly after but soon being interupted as you attach your plushy lips against his
its probably the most romantic event in your life
him smiling into the kiss as your tongues danced around softly
when you pulled away you laughed, saying;Â âwishes do really come true, huh?â
poor baby is blushing, his ears red but thankfully for him its too dark for you to see
Minho
the âevil roommate that secretly has feelings for youâ
âlee minho i swear im gonna rip your hair off if you touch my plants againâ
minho got out of his room, looking at you standing in the living room and rearranging the plants on the windowsillÂ
âthey are all scattered, itâs uglyâ he says rudely
âdont call my children uglyâ you spit back at himÂ
there was always a weird tension between you and minho. you were glad to have found a roommate that made a good friend eventhough he was a pain in the ass sometimes
minho liked you,,, and therefore he did everything the opposite of what he felt. if he wanted to compliment you on your outfit he would instead say that you looked âoverdressedâ or âtoo muchâ but you always rolled your eyes towards his snarky comments
you pecked your plants, giving them the love they needed and minho just stood frozen in the doorway, without thinking he spoke
âhow come you never do that to me?â
silence
you sneered, placing down the plant you held and streched out your arms
âcâmere if you dareâ you said jokingly, not expecting the boy you always thought was so devilish to run into your arms, lips touching and your eyes widening at the unexpected action
the two of you held each other, breathing shaky as wet tongues collided, the sun beaming upon your figures
âm-minho,,, it was a joke!â you laughed, slapping his arm playfully as you pulled away
âbut to me it wasnâtâ he remarked cockily, licking the inside of his cheek
Changbin
very much giving me like âwe dont like each other but we have to work with each otherâ
like you two are co-workers, working in a boring office and you were assigned to put together this one report and,,, lets say Changbin wasnt your favorite in the office
there was nothing wrong with him,,, its just his vibe that was off putting but sigh,,, work is work
you started compiling information, sitting in a seperate room and drawing graphs on the whiteboard, projecting some other type of research onto the board
âdo you think we will need to stay late?â he asks, ruffling his hair in frustration
you sigh and nod, this wasnt going to get done anytime soon.
dawn set on horizon and the others workers packed up their belonging one by one and left until there was only you and changbin left in the now quiet office
you sat next to him, yawning as you typed something as you felt him looking at you
you looked back with a questionable expression, confused when he uttered his words
âdo you hate me, y/n?â
âi mean,,, you are a dick sometimes but i dont hate you, at least you do your workâ
he shrugged his shoulders, loosening his necktie as he leaned back into the office chair
âa dick, huh? maybe i try to push you away so you wont catch the same feelings i have for youâ
you snapped your head towards him. you couldnt lie, he was attractive and at this point you were desperateÂ
âkiss me thenâ you said simply causing the boy to immediately cup your cheeks, latching onto your lips as if heâd waited for this moment for forever
more tongue, wants you to feel him ;))
lets just say,,, he made it up to you
Hyunjin
i get this like,,, youthful vibe,,, like the two of you were childhood friends
and,,, eventually you catch feelings for him which you hate because,,, you dont want to ruin this friendshipÂ
every time somebody mistook you for a couple the both of you would make retching noises, mocking each other
âyou think my standards are that low?â hyunjin says pointing at you to which you raise your fist
âhwang hyunjin, youâre dead meatâ
but,,, he was only in denial, it was his childhood friend afterall
probably happened at one of those night where your mom was working late and you invited hyunjin to keep you company, him bringing kkami as well.Â
âdont fucking burn the pizza, hyunjinâ you say, petting kkami until the little rascal ran away from your lap
âif you helped it wouldnt be burnedâ he replies as he comes out with two plates with the pizza burned on the edges
âbut if they taste bad you can always taste my lipsâ he jokes and you look at him with a disgusted facial expression before laughing
âi bet they taste even worse then your mess of a pizza, i would like to see you try to even get me to peck youâ you scoff and hyunjin rolls his eyes, sitting next to you on the sofa
âtry it thenâ he taunts but is taken aback when you actually kiss him, your nose accidentally brushing against his as you purse your lips, hyunjin timidly using his tongue to test the waters
he wanted it so bad and he finally got it >:(( he could swear that he heard fireworks going off in his brain
a moment of silence appeared until hyunjin cockily uttered:
âso,,, did they taste better?â
Jisung
the âi met you at a party and made out with you drunkâ
he stared at you the entire night, catching glances while you looked away and the music blared in the nightclub that was packed with people.
you ordered a drink at the bar, tapping your fingers on the oak surface where you rested your arms, suddenly somebody bumped into you
turning around you saw jisung and you sighed, thinking his behaviour was starting to get annoying
âoh its you againâ you said loud for him to hear as he sat down next to you, having a annoying smirk plastered on his lips
âlooks like you are having fun, let me guess,,, youâre trying to get over your exâ jisung says, leaning his elbow against the bar and you glared at him because it was true
you scoffed, avoiding his question and instead sipping on the sour drink you had in your hands, trying to forget everything
he was attractive which only pissed you off even more, as if you hadnt had enough pretentious assholes in your life
the glass slammed against the table as you put it down harshly, gazing into the boys dark brown eyes
âalright, deal. make me forget then since you think you know everything about meâ you stated to which jisung raised his eyebrow
the palm of his hand was firmly placed on the bar as he leaned in to kiss you, feeling the bitter liquour hitting his tastebuds as your tongues crashed against each other
it felt,,, freeing. you swung your arms around his neck, wanting him closer to your body
by the way he was kissing you, you could tell that he was there for the same reason as you. a sloppy and heated kiss to fill your thoughts with something other than your ex
safe to say that the kiss progressed ;))))
Felix
aaah cutie boyfriend that is just too shy to even give you a kiss like 3 months into the relationship (OK DONT ATTACK ME NOW, TAKE YOUR TIME, NO RUSH YOU GUYS)
he is shy with pretty much everything, it was only recently he could hold your hand without his heart jumping out of his chest.
it was a simple date night! takeout and games at his place
you layed your head in his lap as you watched him finish up the game that you had given up on a long time ago
he shifted awkwardly in his seat, not used to being so close to such a pretty person before
âah- fuck! i lost again,,,â he says in defeat, his head rolling backwards before a frustrated sigh escaped his lips
âyou did well felix! look how far you got!â you say, pointing towards the score on the screen but not getting his attention.Â
you sat up, looking at him for a moment as his eyelashes lightly draped over his closed eyes, cheeks speckled with freckles
you couldnt help yourself, he looked so angelic despite being defeated and so you leaned in, lacing your fingers with his and softly placing your lips against his
he opened his eyes in panic before being swallowed by the fluffy feeling of having your lips to himself, he giggled before stroking your cheek as he tilted his head, almost setting a rhythm to the sweet kiss
felix started laughing shyly, cheeks tinged with red as he hid his face with a pillow
âbut you won my kiss!â you said through a smile causing felix to blush even more
Seungmin
its like,,, maybe,,, your third or fourth date??
this one is more chill than the previous ones that were at like some fancy restaurang because hello dandy puppy boy wants class
but this one was like a stroll down the night streets and eating ice cream in the middle of the summer
both of you were casually dressed, holding hands as butterflies bubbled in your stomach from the contact
his hand is all warm and it engulfs yours >:(
you look at all the pretty sights of the night, eventually climbing up to some like high point and looking down at all the lights that blinked
after a good 1 1/2 hours of walking your legs were starting to ache and so you both sat down on the swings of a desolate playground, swinging gently with your legs dangling
âi dont understand how youâre able to,,, even be friends with me,,, or whatever we are,,â
seungmin hummed, looking up into the night sky
âi promise y/n, i will be your,,, friend but,,,â
you looked at him as he said âbutâ, imagining the worstÂ
âi dont wanna be friends, i wanna be more than a friend to youâ
his eyes twinkled as he stood up and stood infront of you, grabbing your hand
you slowly looked up at him, his figure standing in the way of the moon as the two of you shared a long gaze, his eyes as sweet as honey, dripping with pure adoration
you pulled him closer by the hand and slowly he inched to your lips, the distance between you minimizing as his face tilted to the right, a delicate and sugary kiss landing on your tastebuds from the ice cream from earlier.
your heart skipped a beat, the slightest sound of lips smacking
âi think i love you y/nïżœïżœ he whispered close to your lips after pulling away.Â
Jeongin
like,,, uni buddies!Â
both being med students meant late study night, usually in schoolÂ
thereâs papers and diagrams laid out all over the tables and floors along with a bunch of energy drink cans, some scribbles on the whiteboardÂ
the two of you were friends and met in uni and everyone had always nagged at you for not going after him since he was everything someone ever wanted
you always said that you were friends and that you couldnt imagine being in a relationship with jeongin
but studying with him alone into the deep night felt different, many times you couldnt concentrate when he looked so cute sitting right beside you
being close friends, there was nothing weird about hugging or leaning against each other and so you leaned against his shoulder and yawned as the cozy boy was rewriting some notes.Â
âone hour left y/n and then- then we can go hoooome!â
you giggled as you looked at him and he diverted his attention from his papers to you, his lips only mere inches from yours
you didnt know what the fuck you were doing and neither did jeongin, it was late and the both of you were tired from studying for finals
and so your lips drew closer until they clashed, feeling a tension that youâve never felt with him before
heâs definitely a shy,,, kisser?? not too much tongue since he doesnt know how LMAO so its like soft >:((
didnt know what to do when he pulled away, looking around the room or covering his blushing face with his hands but when you hug him he hugs you back
maybe even coming to terms that he does have feeling for you,,, and so do you~Â
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And It Felt Great To Be A Liar (700 Celebration)
Ok so I based this off of this prompt:Hi there! I hope youâre doing well. I just have a request for JJ maybank. Would you be able to write one where y/n is apart of the kooks and is dating Rafe and Jj and her hate eachother. One day everyone is at a party and JJ and y/n are fighting with eachother as usual in a bedroom and he pins her against the wall and all of a sudden they start kissing eachother and they end up having really rough sex against the wall or a desk in the room with lots of dirty talk, choking and JJ making y/n admit he fucks her better than her boyfriend and gets her to beg for him If you have any time to write it I would be very appreciative, thank you so much xÂ
and it really fit with the poll results for the celebration so enjoy this master piece <3
Warnings:Choking, Spanking, Bondage, Sub and Dom behavior, cheating, no condom, degrading, swearing.
Rafeâs arms were around your waist, his hot breath fanning against your neck as he nipped at the skin. âWe should stay here tonight.âHe suggested, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, his hands slipping under the thin material and onto your skin.
 âWe cant, we already told Kelce and Top that weâd show.âYou reminded him, peeling his hands away from you. He pouted, grabbing his keys. âFine, weâll play later.âHe winked, opening his door and going down the stairs, shouting a goodbye to Wheezie and flipping off his dad.
 You cringed at his words, not looking forward to coming back after the party. You were getting bored of Rafe, there was really only so much of his drama that you could take. You were hoping heâd get bored of you soon too or maybe even move on to someone else and forget about you.
 But you stayed anyways, hoping heâd become less boring or maybe youâd stay around long enough to truly mean something to him. You followed him, sitting in the passengers seat of his truck. It reeked of alcohol and weed, his hand gipping your thigh. You rolled your eyes, looking out the window as he drove.Â
âWhat are you thinking about, pretty girl?âHe asked. You hummed, not replying. You grabbed his hand, resting your elbow on the arm rest. There wasnt much to look forward to these days. Nothing new, nothing fun, nothing interesting. The kook life got so boring so quick.Â
Your only options on most days were to go golfing, shopping or a party if you were lucky. Everything was blurred together, feeling the exact same.He lifted his hand, pulling yours with it before pressing a kiss to your hand. It was a romantic gesture that you werent used to.Â
He was like this at the beginning of the relationship, the romance slowly fading away as he became more obsessed with you instead of loving you. He was trying his best to convince you that he still loved you but you knew that you were just holding on to broken pieces at this point, wishing you had something different.Â
You could hear the crashing of the waves, lifting your head and widening your eyes for a moment. The party was at Kelceâs beach house that wasnt really a house, it was really just a second mansion. You grinned at Rafe, sliding your phone in your pocket before hopping out of the truck, biting your tongue when he squeezed your ass.
 âIm gonna go look for Sar, okay?âYou asked. He nodded, pulling you in for a quick kiss, watching as you jogged up the stairs. You could feel him watching you, slipping into a hallway and hoping for the best. You were sure that Sarah wasnt even at this party, it wasnt really her type of place.Â
Sure, she was a party girl but even this was too much. You figured you should just lay low until Rafe was busy catching up with Kelce and Topper that he wouldnt notice if you went ot get yourself a drink. You werent in the mood for him to drag you over to his friend group and start bragging.Â
You tested each door knob, searching for a bedroom or a bathroom for you to sit in for a while, grinning once one of them finally turned.   As soon as you were in the room you closed it behind you, locking it because you didnt feel like having your alone time interrupted by some drunk couple.Â
As soon as you turned around you regretted it, seeing noone other than JJ Maybank shirtless in the middle of the room. He was staring back at you, stuck in place. You and JJ had problems that dated back to eighth grade. He had gotten into a huge fight with a kook and you were the only witness, watching as the boy hit JJ repeatedly in the ribs.
 JJ had eventually won the fight, blood running from his nose and staining his shirt, a layer of sweat covering his face as he stared at you. Since then he had nothing but anger and hate for you, giving you dirty looks in public and talking shit about you at parties. Of course you always found out about it.Â
How he called you a whore, a gold digger and a bitch. âGet out.âWas all he had to say, tossing his shirt onto the floor in the corner. It made a slight sloshing sound and you could only assume that he had bumped into someone and got something spilled on him. Or maybe he had been a bitch and got something thrown at him.Â
âNo.âYou replied, staring back at him with a glare. He matched your energy, jaw clenching as he looked you up and down. âWhat are you hiding from, (Y/N)? You maniac of a boyfriend?âHe asked, causing your blood to boil. Of course he was right but youâd never admit it. And of course Rafe was an absolute maniac but so was JJ and all of his friends.
 âHeâs not a maniac, JJ.âYou replied, knowing that it didnt sound right. You had never been great at lying. âAww, thats cute that you try to stick up for your crazy boyfriend? If hes not a fucking maniac then explain what he did to Pope and I. You think a sane person would do that?âHe asked.
 You stared back at him, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of something to say. He shook his head, chuckling. âSee, you cant even defend him anymore. God, I hope he fucking dumps your ass!âhe exclaimed, letting out a sigh. You gulped, staring at him.
 âShut up!âYou shouted in response, only making him smirk. âFace it, (Y/N)!The boy you call your boyfriend is a shitty, disgusting person. Youâre so much worse for being with him!âHe shouted back at you. âExcuse me?âYou asked, somehow surprised that he would say it to your face.Â
âCome on, (Y/N). Youâre not that fucking stupid. Heâs using you and you know it. But you like being used, dont you?âHe asked, causing you to go silent. For once you didnt know what to do or what to say. He was getting closer to you, gripping your wrists and pushing you against the door in a swift movement, your back hitting the wood hard.Â
His eyes stayed on you, raising an eyebrow. âAnswer the question, princess.âHe demanded. You stared back at him, feeling his grip tighten. âSometimes.âYou replied, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he craved.Â
âDont lie to yourself, sweetheart. Youâre a little maniac that likes to be used.âHe spoke into your ear, leaning down and kissing you roughly.You were struggling to keep up, so much happening so fast. His hands were under your shirt, sloppy kisses being dragged up and down your neck.Â
âDo you want me?âHe asked you, fingernails digging into your skin. You nodded eagerly, feeling a sense of relief when he pulled you over and onto the bed, glad that you werent trapped against the wood surface. He didnt let you lay down, pushing you onto your knees as you stared up at him.Â
He guided one of your hands to his belt, making you press against him before letting go, biting his lip as you palmed him through his pants, carefully undoing his belt with slightly shaky hands.Â
He let you take your time, grinning at how nervous he made you, watching you struggle with his zipper. He chuckled, pushing you back and undoing his pants, getting on top of you, parting your legs. âDoes Rafe make you this nervous?âHe asked, seeming pleased with himself.Â
You shook your head, not sure you could answer properly. He grinned, kissing you again. He lifted your shirt over your head quickly, tossing it. âIm flattered that I have such an effect on you.âHe muttered, tugging your shorts off, his hand wrapping around your neck not soon after.Â
His blue eyes were staring into you, squeezing harder for a moment. He was testing how much you could take, his thumb pressing into a spot right below your jaw. His hand dragged from your neck to the end of your hair, tugging harshly and causing you to let out a low shout.Â
He chuckled, letting go and unclasping your bra. âThereâs so many things I could do to youâŠ. Weâve got four hours until Rafe remembers youâŠ..âHe muttered, tugging down your underwear and keeping your thighs open with his hands, settling between them.Â
âCan you last four hours?âHe asked. You nodded, moaning when his tongue slid through your folds. He chuckled, his fingernails leaving little crescent moons into your skin as he lapped at your entrance. You already already shaking from his tongue alone, your hands going to his hair and whimpering when he pulled away.Â
âNo, no, princess. You dont get to touch me.âHe told you, grabbing his belt off the floor. âGive me your wrists.âHe told you, grinning when you put them out for him. He had so much power over you, holding your wrists to the headboard and securing them with the belt. He settled back between your thighs, his tongue darting in and out of you, pressing his thumb against your clit.Â
He could feel you were about to get close, pulling away before you could reach your high. You whined, moving against the belt. âWhat? You dont like that, princess?âHe asked, moving up again so that his nose was against yours. âJJ, please.âYou whispered, thinking that maybe he would change even just for a moment when he kissed you.Â
âNot. A. Chance.âHe replied. âThis isnt fair!âYou exclaimed, moaning again when he licked your nipple. âNot fair?âHe asked, beginning to suck. He moved his hand up to pinch your other nipple, rolling his thumb over it. âI think its pretty fair, (Y/N).âHe replied, turning you over so that your stomach was against the mattress and you had to turn your head to breathe properly. His palm collided with your ass, sending a shock through your body.Â
âYou okay?âHe asked, moving your hair aside and pressinga kiss to you cheek. He was only calm for a moment before he smacked you again, making you take a shaky breath. âAnthony hit me twelve timesâŠ.you get fifteen. Count.âHe told you, rubbing your ass before lifting up his hand again, the hit making a loud noise.
 âOne.âYou whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as he hit you again. Youâd never let Rafe do this to you. You didnt like most things Rafe did especially in the bedroom. He just couldnt do what you wanted and if he did he just couldnt do it well. You didnt know when you got to ten, tears streaming down your cheeks. âJJâŠ. I dont think I can take more.âYou sobbed.Â
He took in a deep breath, leaning down. âHmmâŠ. youâre doing so good, princess. Only five more left, promise I wont be too rough.âHe whispered, his fingertips grazing over your thighs, waiting for an answer. You nodded, biting your lip as you waited, his palm hitting you again but not nearly as hard as the others. He spanked you again, rubbing the area after carefully.Â
You werent too worried anymore, whispering after he hit you the last time. He gave you a moment to recover, his fingers rubbing your thigh and sides, kissing your shoulder. He turned you over a few moments later, staring down at you. He pressed a kiss to your lips, the act much more gentle than before.Â
He pulled away after a second, his hand back at your throat as he pushed into you. You gasped, your head falling against the pillows as he bottomed out. He chuckled, tugging at your hair and forcing your head back some more, leaning down and nipping at your shoulder, only letting go when you whimpered.Â
It wasnt hard enough for you to bleed but his teeth left imprints in your skin, a satisfied smile on his face before he sped up. âDoes Rafe fuck you like this?âHe asked, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that you hadnt even known that it existed. You moaned loudly, feeling him tug your hair again.Â
âJJ!âYou shouted from the pain against your scalp. âAnswer the question.âHe told you. You licked your lips, an idea sparking in your mind. âRafeâs better.âYou lied. He looked down at you, fingers pressing hard against your neck. âYou want me to stop? You wanna go back to Rafe?âHe asked, thrusting in and out of you. You shook your head quickly, wrapping your legs around his torso.
 âThats what I though, you fucking liar.âHe muttered, slowing when he heard a knock at the door. âAnyone in there?âA voice shouted. It was Rafeâs. âMake a sound and im done with you.âHe told you, picking up the pace.Â
âRafe, man. Im busy!âHe shouted. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and trying your best not to make any noises. You heard a loud groan before heavy footsteps thumped down the hall. JJ chuckled, noticing your relief. âAww, the poor slut doesnt wanna go back to her boyfriend.âHe grinned, biting your neck again.Â
You knew Rafe would see the marks but you didnt really care, eyes widening as you clenched around JJ. He let go of you, pulling out and cumming on your bare stomach. He panted, kissing you gently before freeing your wrists, kissing the skin gently. For someone who hated you he was being surprisingly sweet, especially after what just happened.
 It didnt last long before he got up and put his clothes back on, your suspicions confirmed when you noticed a large stain across his shirt. âSee you around, kook.âHe winked at you before leaving the room. You laid down on the bed, pain running through your body. You felt guilty for feeling so good, your wrists stinging slightly and your heart dropping when you realised Rafe would see.
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