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illiterateaffairs · 25 days ago

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change of plans | stiles x reader

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pairing: established stiles stilinski x f!reader (best friend/witch)

word count: 1,133

warnings: reader doing makeup, fluff!!!!!

summary: set after the season 5 finale, you're starting to rethink stiles' master plan for after high school

author's note: hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season so far! this is intended to be a part of my 12 days of fics series which would mean i am trying to post everyday through christmas BUT i fear i will not be able to keep up with it due to work and family so don't hold me to it, but in a perf world i am going to share as much stiles and jamie fics as i can this holiday season!! pls let me know thoughts and feedback!!! <3

Despite you experiencing this at least half a dozen times, it will never stop making your brain explode that after defeating another mythological foe, you and your friends are expected to return to school, business as usual, as if nothing happened.

This time it was the Dread Doctors and the “Beast of Gevaudan”, not to mention Malia’s crazy mother, your own family drama, and something else you’re probably forgetting due to the exhaustion and trauma you have yet to process.

The horrors persist and yet so do we.

Even after sleepless nights solving mysteries and fighting battles, here you were doing your makeup before school.

You’re constantly impressed with your ability to wake up and get yourself together.

In the middle of finishing your eyeliner, you hear someone brush into your room. Spinning around, you give your boyfriend an amused look as he flops down on your bed nonchalantly.

“You’re lucky I was done otherwise you would have had to deal with the aftermath of me poking my eye out.”

Stiles chuckles glancing over at you with a tired smile, “I’d still love you with one eye.”

You roll your eyes affectionately, turning back to your vanity mirror, “How did you get in by the way? Jules already left for work.”

“I let myself in,” at your look through the mirror, he shrugs, “I know where you guys keep the key. Besides, this has been one of my second homes since we were kids, you shouldn’t be so surprised.”

You smile to yourself, staring off as you rifle through your makeup bag for lip gloss.

You and Stiles had been officially dating for…six months now? Which was still very new, especially for a high school relationship. But you’d also been friends since kindergarten, and you’ve loved him nearly just as long. Despite the messy and humorous transition from friends to more, your relationship was so strong. Definitely stronger than most people your age, and you’d even bet stronger than those older. Surviving multiple near death experiences together sure bonds a couple.

But it wasn’t just that. At the end of the day, Stiles was still your best friend at the core. He knew every nuance, secret, flaw, and quirk you had. How to make you laugh, smile, and push your buttons. He can tell what you’re about to say and do before you do. And he cared about you so, so much.

He’d been your safe space before you even admitted it to yourself. Your home.

“Stiles?” You speak up again softly, putting the final touches on your lips. “You know that plan you have for after graduation? The one that ensures we all stick together?”

“Yeah?”

“What if I had a…tweak?”

Stiles sits up slowly in your bed, suddenly feeling anxious for what you were about to say. “A tweak?”

You nod, turning back around in your chair, leaning on the back of it. “Yeah. A tweak. An amendment, if you will.”

“What, um, what were you thinking?” He asks softly, his voice hoarse with nerves. The whole sanctity of the plan was that you all were together. And while you hadn’t exactly had time to iron out all the details of where exactly everyone was officially going to college, he’d never considered you’d pick a place that was separate from him. Sure it was always a possibility you’d go to different colleges, even a likelihood, but even before you became a couple he couldn’t picture his future without you always just…there.

“I was thinking about your proposed living situation,” you muse, starting to stand up from your chair, “Where you’re living with Scott, and I’m supposed to live with Lydia?”

“Yeah…” Stiles swallows thickly as you approach the bed and sink down next to him.

“I was sort of thinking of doing something different.”

“And what would that be?”

You look down at where his hand is resting on his lap, and gently pick it up, playing with his fingers. You smile shyly, not looking back up at him quite yet. “I was thinking maybe the two of us could live together instead…”

Silence hangs over the room for a few moments. Then you finally glance up at him and he’s staring at you, his jaw slack. Your lip curves up in amusement.

“That is, unless, you’re really set on living with Scott?”

Stiles sputters and shakes his head rapidly, “No, no! I mean- of course I’d love living with Scott, he’s my best friend- next to you of course! But living with you? That would be…” he takes a deep breath, his voice softening, “A dream.”

You melt at his words and squeeze his hand, “Really? That doesn’t sound like a crazy, awful idea? By the time we go to college we’ll only have been dating around a year. And they say you shouldn’t make decisions at our age based on your high school relationship.”

Stiles shakes his head again and scoots closer to you, “We are not like other couples. Maybe because we’ve been through shit other couples haven’t or because we’re way too codependent, but screw what people say. It would work for us, I know it.”

Your smile grows again, and Stiles beams back, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

His smile softens and he gives you a shy look, “You really want to live with me though? You think you could deal with me on a more constant basis?”

“Stiles. You are my favorite person in the world. I’m more worried about what would happen if I wasn’t with you constantly.”

Grinning, Stiles gently tugs you closer to kiss you and then doesn’t waste anymore time before pulling you back to lay across the bed with him, making you laugh as he holds you in his arms and continues to kiss you, deeply and sloppily.

You chuckle against his lips, holding yourself up with a hand to his chest, “You’re right, we are extremely codependent.”

Stiles smirks, “You love it.”

“I do. And I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too…future roomie.”

This time you can’t fight the grin on your face and the urge to kiss him as you surge forward again, completely ignoring the fact that you two need to be at school in like ten minutes. You’re also spurred on by the idea you’ll get to do this all. the. time.

“Your dad is going to hate this idea when he finds out,” you mumble against his lips after a few moments.

“Yeah,” Stiles huffs, “He’s going to tell you you’re making a god awful decision.”

You laugh loudly, before he rolls you over and continues kissing you, also enticed by the thoughts of laughing with you, kissing you, and growing with you for the foreseeable future.

authors note: pls let me know what you think, comments/messages/reblogs are so appreciated <33

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lucy90712 · 4 months ago

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can u pls pls pls write a fluff about reader congratulating pedri for being one of the team captain it would be so cute

A/n: this is short I'm sorry I just couldn't think of what else to write

"We get to vote for the captains of the team tomorrow and I don't know who to vote for" Pedri said flopping down on the bed beside me

"You just have to vote for whoever you think will be the best for the team like who will encourage everyone on the pitch during a tough match and who will calm things down when things get heated those are the people you want the be captains" I said

"This is why I always come to you for things like this you always know the best answer to give" he said kissing my cheek

"This one wasn't too difficult I just thought about what you would be like as the captain as I think you have the qualities to be a great captain" I said completely honestly

"Thank you amor I don't think I'll be one of the captains though the other guys have a lot more experience than I do" he said

"I know but one day you'll make a great captain and I'll be your biggest supporter" I said

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After the team all voted for their captains I asked Pedri who he voted for which was no surprise then I asked when they find out and he said he didn't know and he hasn't told me since. I thought they would try and get it done before the start of the season but since the first game has already happened I guess not.

The first home game is coming up this weekend which is the first game I'm going to this year which I'm really excited about. Pedri finally gave me one of his shirts so I have something to wear to the game now all that's missing is just knowing if Pedri is one of the captains. I know there are more experienced players on the team who would probably be voted in over Pedri but I really do think he has the right qualities to be a great captain even if he's young and less experienced now over the next few years he's going to make an excellent captain.

I finished work early today as my boss let us leave after we finished a big project we've been working on for the last few months so I made it home before Pedri. Most of the time he's home before me and he'll start prepping things for dinner then we'll cook together but today the prep is my job as I'm home first. I actually don't mind prepping things I find it quite therapeutic as I can put music on and just be in my own world. Today I was so in my own world that I didn't hear Pedri's car pull into the driveway nor did I hear him enter the house. He then scared the shit out of me when he put his arms around my waist in fact he's lucky I didn't have a knife in my hand or else things could've gone badly.

Once I my soul re-entered my body I turned around to face Pedri who was trying not to laugh at how much he'd scared me instead of asking if I was ok. For some reason he was wearing the new home kit so I assumed the team had a photoshoot or something. Then I noticed that he had something on his arm like a yellow and red band which confused me as I don't remember the shirt having that on it. That's when my brain started working properly and realised he had a captains armband and he's actually going to be a captain this year. Seeing that just filled me me excitement and pride, Pedri has been a barca fan since he was a kid so getting to be one of their captains is a huge achievement and that just makes me so proud of him.

I must've been staring at his arm for a bit too long as Pedri laughing brought me back to reality and I threw my arms around him. He picked me up which allowed me to hug him tighter and I could kiss him all over his face as that's my way of showing him my excitement. The smile on his face told me everything I needed to know about how much this meant to him to even be considered worthy enough of the title. He put me down on the counter and I just admired the sight of him with his captains armband which looks so good on him.

"I can't believe you're a captain now I knew you had the right qualities and your teammates clearly agree" I said

"It really feels great that the guys think I'm worthy of the armband although I probably won't play with it much it still means a lot" he said

"Whether you play with the armband or not you are still a captain and you can motivate the team anytime you are on the pitch" I said

"When did you find out?" I asked

"Like last week the day we all voted we found out then" he said

"And you hid it from me" I exclaimed

"I'm sorry I thought it would be more fun to tell you when I had the armband as you believed in me being worth if this position more than I did" he said

"I suppose I can forgive you mi capitán" I said

"I could get used to that nickname" he smirked

"Good because that's all I'm going to call you now" I smiled

He leaned in and kissed my lips belfry he moved and let me off the counter so we could actually make dinner. I wanted to celebrate Pedri's captaincy so as we cooked we planned a special date night for his day off training as we like to do that to celebrate big achievements in our life and this is definitely one of them.

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rentsturner · 1 year ago

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Bruised Knuckles - A.T

Warnings; reader has punched a wall, mentions/descriptions of injury, mentions of (non-specified) scars, content that some people may find as very similar to self-harm, reader is paranoid and insecure. If any of this triggers you pls don’t continue to read. a/n: I originally wrote this about a different person but I've rewritten it for Al for a bit of comfort after a rough few days. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks @martinipoliz for being my hype man

It’s a cold day in London, the skies grey and cloudy over the city.It’s been a long day without Alex. He’s been out since the early morning at the recording studio, the boys being in the middle of recording their next album, leaving you to spend the day alone in your tiny apartment. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the isolation has gotten to you - you slipped, more than once. Yeah, you regret it, but also there’s that nagging need for more at the back of your mind. You try to push it out, to forget about it, but the cold in the air doesn’t help to ease the ache in your knuckles.

The door to the apartment shuts with a click and a jangle of keys, footsteps heading towards the door, the click of Alex’s boots rhythmic on the hardwood floor. He’s back. A wave of relief floods you, before you remember and your chest clenches in panic.

‘Alright, love?’ Alex flops onto the bed with a lazy grin, stretching his arms up over his head.

‘Yeah, fine, you?’ Keep it simple. You busy yourself with a stack of books by the bed, straightening the pile of your shared novels so it’s not about to topple over. Keep the hand busy.

‘Yeah, alright. I missed you. Took us so long to record one of the new songs, Cookie kept messing up the solo so we all just ended up leaving it for the day.’

You nodded along and let him recount the rest of the story. You’re admiring the way his dark lashes flutter against his pale skin and how his arms flex as his hands come to rest behind his head, when you realise that Alex has stopped talking. And you’ve stopped moving.

‘Your knuckle…” his eyes dart down to the hand you’ve been trying to hide ever since he walked through the door. Busted.

‘Oh.’ You move to get up, anything to get his eyes away from your swollen knuckles, red lines criss-crossing over the flowering purple bruises where your hand collided with a solid brick wall. Multiple times. The open cuts are still weeping, even though it had happened hours ago.

‘It’s nothing, just tripped on the stairs. Don’t worry about it.’ You offer a small smile, but it doesn’t fool Alex.

‘No.’ He moves as you do, standing in front of the bedroom door to block your escape. His arms are crossed over his chest, stance serious, but the worry in his brown eyes betrays him. ‘Love. Let me see it.’

He holds out his hand, pale fingers reaching out to you, calloused fingertips brushing against your wrist gently. He knows how to help. The hand reaching, an offer of support, reassurance, love, all those things that you crave but can never admit. Emotions aren’t your forté - never have been.But Alex knows that. There’s no secrets between you. You almost laugh out loud at the thought. No secrets, but you won’t even show him your hand.

Alex would do anything for you, you know that - he tells you all the time. Days spent in bed chatting shit to each other.

‘I’d write a whole album just for you, y’know?’

‘Would you now, Al? I think I’d prefer a book of poetry.’

‘Well I’d write that as well. In a heartbeat.’

Bright eyes, wide smile. Your Alex. He’s joking, of course, but his tone is so serious, his answer without a second of hesitation. Your heart skips a beat.

So now, you give him your hand (and your heart).

He takes it tentatively, one warm hand underneath, the other poking at your raw knuckles gently. When one of his prods reaches a tender spot, you wince and he moves his finger away, meeting your gaze in apology.

‘You punch something?’ His brow creases, a hand running instinctively over his unruly locks, before scratching at the back of his neck. He’s been growing his hair out recently, letting the brown strands begin to curl around his ears, not using as much gel in it as he used to. He looks gorgeous. Then again, he could shave his head and you’d still think he was the best looking man on earth.

The sting in your hand brings you back to the present.

‘No.’ You look away from Alex’s gaze, knowing that in doing so you’ll give yourself away, but not having the energy or willpower to stop yourself. Much like the ‘incident’ earlier in the day.

‘I’m going to take that as a yes.’ Alex huffs, not in anger, but in frustration - frustration that he wasn’t there to help, to calm you down. ‘Let me clean it up, give me a sec.’

His hand rubs at his eyes, scrunched shut for a moment. There’s dark bags marring his pale skin there - he’s tired too, the long days at the studio beginning to get to him. He goes to move to the bathroom, but you grab his arm with your good hand, gripping it as tight as you can. Don’t leave.

‘No, Al, it’s alright, I’ll sort it.’

But he shakes his head. He doesn’t look happy. Not that you’d expect him to, but…he’s getting frustrated with you, you can tell.

‘You can’t clean yourself up with one hand. Just wait here, alright?’

The inkling is worming its way in now, from your subconscious to your conscious, until it's at the forefront of your mind. He’s angry, he’s disgusted, he’s going to leave. He’s not going to the bathroom, he’s going to the front door so he can get out of here. You’re sure of it. He’ll call Matt or Miles and tell them how crazy you are, how he can’t deal with it any longer.

‘I’m sorry.’ The whisper escapes you and you have to bite the inside of your cheek so no tears will spill. The words are almost silent, your hand dropping Alex’s in defeat.

But Alex turns his head at your weak apology, stopping in his tracks.

‘What? Why -‘

With a jolt, he notices the way you’ve changed - unable to look at him, arms beginning to wrap around yourself, one fist clenched. He knows what’s happening.

‘No, no, love, I’m not angry.’

He’s back at your side in a heartbeat, bringing his hand up to your chest, thumb carefully wiping away the rogue tear that’s tracking a salty path over your cheekbone.

‘I love you. I just want the best for you, alright? I don’t like seeing you hurt, just like I’d fucking hope you wouldn’t like seeing me hurt.’

His face breaks into a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and you realise he’s right - of course he is. You don’t want to see him hurt, but that’s what you’re doing. He’s hurting just from seeing your hand, it’s obvious from the crease in his brow, the usual bright glint of his eyes dulled and flat. Alex has got too much to deal with already, you’re just one extra problem to add to the mix. You don’t want to be his problem.

And suddenly it’s all coming up to the surface, ready to combust, explode, these emotions that you never really have a grip on. You bottle them up and push them down, so far down that the only way they can escape is through a rush of anger, jagged and uncontrollable.

But instead of that, you bury your face into Al’s neck and let it out as slowly as you can.

‘I’m sorry, I was angry, I just wanted to feel something. Some pain. I don’t want to make you feel like this. I’m sorry.’

You’re clutching onto the fabric of his dress shirt like your life depends on it, trying to push the thought of how expensive it probably is to the back of your mind. You can’t possibly let go of him - he's the only one you have left.

Alex is steady, your rock in a storm of emotions. He listens, stroking your hair, long fingers threading through the strands to knead at your scalp, knowing it tends to calm you down.

‘You’re alright, I promise. I promise you, love. I know you get angry. I know you. And I know what it’s like to want to feel something, trust me, I’m far from innocent myself, you know I've had some bad times. We can get through it together, or we can be a mess together. I don’t care, as long as we’re together, honest. I’m not going anywhere.’

And the sincerity in his eyes, those familiar bright brown doe eyes, it convinces you. He means it.

You stay like this for a few minutes, your good hand clinging onto Alex’s shirt sleeve, the other grasped tightly (but not too tightly) in Alex’s grip. His right arm is around your waist, pulling you closer, as if in doing so he can pour all of his reassurance, all of his love, directly to your heart. He knows it’s not possible. But he tries anyway. Because he’ll do anything for you. Your Alex.

He helps you clean your hand later, shushing you everytime you wince (though that isn’t often). His hands are steady and confident as he dabs at the cuts with alcohol, wrapping the gauze over your knuckles and securing it with some tape, humming to himself as he works, the steady tune in time with his deft movement. You wonder if it's one of the songs from the new album - some of them he will share with you, some of them he prefers to keep as a surprise for the release. He doesn’t look up until the job is done - and a good job it is too. Alex kisses the bandages gently when he’s done - a silent ‘I love you. I care for you and I love you.’

And you smile, a smile that fills your whole body with warmth, a smile that drowns out the demons, if only for a little while. Because how can you not, when you have Alex. He tries his best and so do you - neither of you can ask anymore. You’ll be a mess together.

‘Let’s order takeaway and watch Blade Runner, eh?’

Or you’ll get through this together.

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chervbs · 2 years ago

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loverboy — e. munson

pairings: eddie munson x jade west!reader

word count: 1k

synopsis: your new boyfriend eddie seems to be allergic to studying and is insistent on taking a break. thankfully, you have the perfect way to pass the time. part two to i was made for loving you!

warnings: fem!reader, jade west is not meant to be an oc/faceclaim just inspiration for the readers personality, short little piece about the new relationship, is a continuation of the fic linked above but can be read as a standalone, reader is a little softer now that eddie is her man, eddie is a massive simp.

a/n: this was posted as a blurb WEEKS AGO but it got lost in the tags so I’m reposting :)))) the anon who requested this asked for reader to sing a song from the heathers musical but since reader is playing rizzo in grease I chose a different song because I like for my fics to be historically accurate. once again send in any jade west!reader requests you have. pls don't let this flop for a second time <3

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“C’mon, sweetheart!”

Eddie whined once again for what seemed like the millionth time in the past hour. You’d been insistent on helping him study, not wanting to graduate without your now boyfriend. He didn’t even make it a whole hour of studying before he started to complain.

“Eddie-“ You cut yourself off, brows furrowing. “Sweetheart? Really?”

The metal head shrugged, a sheepish smile spreading across his lips. “What? I’m still trying to find the perfect pet name for you.”

The little scrunch of your nose was subtle, but to Eddie it was heartwarming. Just knowing that there was a softer side to you that only he ever got to witness made him awfully special. “Yeah, but sweetheart? Kind of ironic isn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Eddie replied coyly, taking a chance and gently grabbing your chin in his hands. As dominant as your personality was, you did occasionally let your guard down enough to melt into his touch. “I think you’re a sweetheart, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes lightheartedly, grabbing his wrist and using it to pull him towards you. Eddie let out a little yelp before his lips met yours, the noise turning into a muffled one of content.

The kiss didn’t last long, much to Eddie’s dismay. He whined a little, huffing like a child when you pulled away. “Y/N…”

“Eddie, seriously. We need to study.” You said sternly, slapping away the hand that tried to reach for you. “Your government test is in two days and you will pass it.”

He groaned dramatically, falling backwards onto his bed. Eddie said your name like a petulant child, grabbing your forearm and tugging on it gently.

“Can we just take a break? Please.” The pout on his face, while cute, did little to deter your urge to help him improve his grades. “Just a few minutes, okay? Then we can keep studying and I promise I won’t complain for the rest of the night.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, knowing him better than he’d like to admit. But something about those big doe eyes of his gazing back at you was making it hard for you to deny his wishes.

“Fine.” You sighed, biting back the smile that threatened to appear on your face when he whooped and threw his fist in the air triumphantly. “But only for a few minutes okay? As soon as I say so we’re going back to studying.”

Eddie nodded dismissively, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, whatever you say, lovely.”

You chuckled at the, once again, ironic nickname for you but said nothing. The kiss he planted on your lips was welcomed, but you didn’t let it get too carried away. “I have an idea.” You spoke a little breathlessly.

“And what’s that?” Eddie mumbled, trailing kisses from your lips down to your neck.

Your fingers grasped his chin, peeling him away from you. “You could help me rehearse?”

Eddie lights up at the suggestion. He’d yet to hear you sing save for the few times he’d heard you hum along to a song when he played a tape in his car.

The black backpack that sat on the floor was snatched up by your hand, digging in there for the instrumental sheet music and the singing sheet music that’d been given to you by the theater director.

“There Are Worse Things I Could Do” from Grease was broken down into notes on the page. You’d been given a tape of the music but had left it in your locker earlier that day. Luckily, your boyfriend was very musically inclined.

“Here,” You handed him the instrumental paper. Thank god you’d asked the director for the copy to practice with your own guitar at home. “Think you could play this for me so I can practice.”

“I can do whatever you want me to, baby.” The cheesy like caused you to make a face, pushing Eddie away from you as he cackled at your reaction. “Just play the damn song, Edward.”

He reached over to grab his acoustic guitar, a beautiful dark brown color with the words THIS MACHINE SLAYS DRAGONS painted on in white. Eddie set the sheet music in front of him, humming the notes to himself as one hand fiddled with the tuning keys, the other hand plucking and strumming at the strings until it sounded right.

“Right,” He grinned. “I’m ready.”

You nodded, grabbing your own sheet of music. He began to strum the song, eyes flickering between the music and you.

A deep breath entered your chest before you began to sing.

“There are worse things I could do,” Eddie’s eyes widened, plucking a couple of wrong notes in surprise. “Then go with a boy or two,” There was a natural vibrato in your voice and he could tell there was little effort in how flawless you sounded.

“Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy and no good, I suppose it could be true. But there are worse things I could do.” Your eyes had shut to allow yourself to be immersed into the song. This meant that you missed the look of awe that Eddie wore. He had to keep reminding himself to look down at the music so as not to mess you up, but it took all his strength to tear his eyes away from you.

“I could flirt with all the guys. Smile at them and bat my eyes.” The corner of Eddie’s mouth quirked up when he noticed you subtly swaying to the music. Another little detail about you that added fuel to the fire of his heart.

“Press against them when we dance, make them think they stand a chance, then refuse to see it through. That's a thing I'd never do.” The abrupt halt of Eddie’s guitar ripped you from your flow, eyes flying open to glare at him.

Yet Eddie’s face was face was everything but scared, as most people on the receiving end of your glares usually were. Instead, Eddie was wearing the biggest, goofiest grin you’d ever seen.

The amusement on your own face was thinly veiled, not that you needed to hide it. “What happened?”

“If I got on one knee right now would you say yes?” The boy asked, a dreamy look in his eyes.

You’re smirked, glancing down at the way he squirmed in his seat. “Why? My singing make you wanna marry me?”

He nodded dumbly and you couldn’t help but let a grin of your own spread. You snapped your fingers in front of his face. “C’mon, loverboy. Let me finish the song and then we’ll see.”

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alexiabae · 3 years ago

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I NEED YOU TO DO ME A FAVOR; alexia putellas x fem!reader pt.1

Summary: in which enzo, the newspaper quidditch writer, asks kaia to do something for him.

Warnings: fluff, bad words, discrimination. harry potter universe.

Note: English is not my first language.

CODE STAR SERIE; PT.1

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The Hufflepuff captain obtain her second house cup!

Alexia Putellas, one of the team hunters, lead her team to win another trophy for the yellow and black house. The Spanish had an amazing season beating in their first match at Slytherin, who not take good their defeat against the badgers. Alexia scored fourty points, FOURTY! You would agree with me that she is crazy, in a good way of course. The captain badger had won EVERY MATCH THIS SEASON, and this has not happened for fourteen years, the last team doing it was Gryffindor. Girl, you deserve it and enjoy now all that you won this season.

I know it is a short news, but since Enzo Marchetti couldn't do it for himself because he had detention, yes I'm telling you all this here, buuuuuut there will be a surprise so, stay tuned.

Kaia Xavier

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Kaia let out a tired sigh when she approachs the library. She walks to the table where her friends would be and for her luck they all are there, waiting for her.

"I'm sorry! Umbridge entertained me with some ideas for the newspaper." The Ravenclaw girl whispered, not wanting disturb to the other people there.

Enzo rolls his eyes. "Again?" He whispered irritated. "It's the fifth time that she can't stop to suggest you news." Kaia sit down next to Enzo and Rikki.

"I know. But I need pretend that I like her ideas, I remind you that she is the director now." Y/N whispered fast, grabbing her ideas notebook with her quill.

Enzo scoffed. "I know it, believe me. She gave me detention the other day just for be next to the twin Weasley." Rikki laughed softly.

"She wants made sure that you don't follow their steps." The blonde Gryffindor comments, clearly teasing him.

Enzo give her a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah? Well, I can't interview the person that I needed to interview tomorrow because the director wants me do whatever shit she wants me do." The Ravenclaw boy said serious.

Kaia raised her head when she heard it and looked at him with a scared look.

"What? No, no, no. You need do it. This news it's one that the people will not see coming and a necessary interview." Kaia protests, earning some bad looks from other people, she apologies quickly.

"I know, Kai. But what I do?" Enzo said defeated, flopping his back on the seat.

"Kaia can do it for you." Rikki proposed, shrugging her shoulders. Kaia looks at her.

"Rikki, I can't do it! You know that I struggle to write that short article about quidditch last time. It was... Bad." The Ravenclaw girl whispered.

Enzo let out a sigh, earning Rikki and Kaia attention. "Kaia, I know that you struggle writing about quidditch. And it was short but concise. Look, I trust you and just relax yourself and you will do an amazing interview." He said, trying convince her to do it. He knew the buttons that he need press.

Kaia looks at him knowing very well what he is doing.

"Enzo, apologize with Umbridge and you do the interview, that easy." Kaia begged.

"I am not apologie because I don't made nothing bad." Enzo said obvious, Kaia let her head fall in the table. The boy looked at her with a smile. "Come on, it's Alexia. She seems nice and I'm sure you would do it better than me." The Ravenclaw boy said, trying cheer her friend.

"Nice try, Marchetti. I barely knew something about quidditch and you are a fan of her, so don't lie to me." Kaia sternly said.

Enzo snorted.

"Just for that, you knew that I'm a big fan of Alexia. You need interview her, I don't trust Rikki to do it." Rikki raised her middle finger to him.

"You have luck that I am not interested on it, because then, you are dead." Rikki muttered, writing something in her notebook.

Kaia bite the inside of her cheek, hiding a smug smile. The haired dark boy looked back at her, smiling playfully.

"Then, deal? I promise I give you the questions and if you want add some more, it's okay. But please, do it." Enzo begged, putting his hands together and pouting.

Kaia sighed defeat and nod with her head.

"Alright. I'll do it." The Ravenclaw girl agreed. Enzo began celebrate quietly, Rikki snorted. "Rikki, you are going too." Enzo laughs when he saw Rikki's shock face.

"Why?" The blonde asks, confused.

"You need take the photos." Kaia said in a obvious tone. Rikki let out a resigned sigh.

•••

Kaia and Rikki walked to the quidditch pitch fastly, the two are going late of the time they had agreed.

The Ravenclaw girl spot a tall girl waiting in the entrance. She have her arms crossed about her chest and while she was approaching her, Kaia saw how Alexia's face was serious, she swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry! We forget grab the camera when we were on our way and we had to go back for it." Kaia apologies, breathing regularly for the long walk. After all she and Rikki went there running. The Gryffindor showed the camera in the air with an apologetic smile.

"It's okay. I'm here about five minutes. Don't worry." Alexia said in a soft voice, her accent showing.

Kaia saw how Alexia's features soften, gifting them a shy smile. She is wearing the training Hufflepuff clothes, it was a little dirty from the previous training.

"Quidditch ended, why are you still training?" Rikki asks curiously.

Kaia looked at her warningly. Alexia chuckles.

"Well, it ended but we train until the last day of school, better say, penultimate day." Alexia confess, laughing softly when she saw how Kaia nudged Rikki. "It's okay, I don't mad for this question, it's comprensible."

Kaia blushed a little, but nodded. Rikki gave her a smug smile, and surprisingly she stayed quiet.

"When you two wanted, we would go inside." The Hufflepuff player comments, pointing with her head the stadium.

"Good for me." Rikki said, breathing better now. The blonde looks at her friend, who nodded with her head, agreeing with the Gryffindor.

"Alright, follow me." The captain ordered, starting walk to a big door near of them.

Both girls follow Alexia's steps and they all enter the big quidditch pitch. The player showed them rapidly the locker room and after they went to the stands, sitting in the first row.

Alexia sat down in front of Kaia, alongside the Ravenclaw is Rikki, she stayed stood up while she is taking some photos of the pitch.

Kaia cleared her throat, looking nervously at the girl in front of her, who was smiling towards her.

"Alright. When you want, we could start the interview." Kaia let Alexia know, crossing her legs and leaning the notebook there, ready to write what Alexia wants to say.

"I'm ready." The Spanish let them know, nodding with her head. She is playing with her hands in her lap, waiting patiently for the first question.

"Okay." Kaia nods. "Before we start, I want to say you that if I made a question and you felt uncomfortable, please tell us or don't answer it. It's totally respectable."

The Hufflepuff nods, giving her a lipped smile.

"The first question it's simple. How you started play quidditch?" Kaia questioned her, grabbing her muggle pencil and looking concentrate at her.

Alexia pass her tongue for her lips and smiled. "Before I entered in Hogwarts, I never played quidditch." She confessed, blushing a little. Kaia looked at her surprised, but didn't say anything, waiting for Alexia to share her story. "My dad is a wizard and my mom is a muggle. I always heard about this sport, my dad showed me and my sister all about magic world and this sport it wouldn't be less. Unfortunately in my country it's not very popular, so I search for the countries that it is popular. For example England, I remember when I found about Holyhead Harpies, a team entirely made up of women and playing in a league entirely of men, it is true that there are players on these teams that are more male-dominated. Of course that team became my favorite. So, when I came at Hogwarts and I was able to take my first broom and try this sport, it was clear to me." Alexia finished say.

Kaia wrote each word as Alexia had told it.

"Do you want to dedicate yourself to this?" Kaia read the second question that Enzo has written.

"Yes. I have fun and I feel carefree playing. Behind all the games, there is perseverance, dedication, hours, laughter, tears, basically emotion. All these years I have given everything and I want to continue giving everything in the future, outside of here." Alexia explained.

Kaia once again, copied every word that escaped from Alexia's mouth. She said it with such conviction, that Kaia knew from that moment that Alexia would be someone who leave a mark on this world.

"This one it's a little personal, feel free of answer it." Kaia let her know. When she saw how the brunette nodded with her head, she asked. "You are Spanish and in Hogwarts can only enter British, Irish, Scottish and Welsh nationalities. How did you get in from first year?" Alexia leaned her head to aside, thinking her answer.

"Precisely, Hogwarts have a scholarship to countries that her first language is not English. My parents requested this for me and my sister a few years before we could start our 'magic school'. I guess we had lucky to obtain that scholarship." She answers it simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"People underestimate Hufflepuff. Can you give your opinion about it?" Kaia read it slowly. This question was one that she wrote and honestly, Kaia wants know what Alexia think about it.

Alexia snorted, smiling softly.

"At first it mad me. Why Hufflepuff couldn't do anything just because supposedly there are good people and with that quality you can't win? Well, in Hufflepuff there are people of all variety. Good, ambitious, caring, cold, determination and I could keep going. If you are criticizing me because I am from this house, sorry but you are pathetic and you need educate yourself. I'm proud of being a Hufflepuff." Kaia looks at her in amazement. She said it with such education and respect, that Kaia thought that this person never lie and say things with the right words.

Kaia bit her lower lip, finishing to write what the Hufflepuff player said.

"You lead your team this season and won the trophy. Last year there was not quidditch because was the triwizard tournament, but before it, Hufflepuff won with Cedric Diggory like captain, you being the second captain. What was the difference?" Kaia swallowed hard. She knew that Enzo wrote it with the most respectful possible.

"This year was dedicate to someone that can't be here. The difference was that he was there and this year not." Alexia said it slowly. Short but meaningful. Her features turned sad a second, the next it turned serious.

"Sorry..." Kaia inevitably apologized.

Alexia shakes her head.

"I understand." She simply said, giving her a tiny but sincere smile.

"This will be the last long question. The next will be short answers, like a game." Alexia nods again, putting her leg up in the seat and wrapped her hands there. "How you deal with people seeing you like a famous person and less like a person?" This question it's from Kaia too, Enzo had less imagination out of quidditch.

"That is a good question." Alexia said, passing her tongue for her lips. Kaia blushed for her compliment, even if Alexia didn't know that she actually wrote that question and Enzo. "It's annoying. I don't lie to you, I miss that days when I was a simple girl playing quidditch or hang out with my friends without nobody whispering about me about my back. I guess if you do something that you really want and feel, they would talk about you. It doesn't matter what you do. But if with it I encourage other people, worth it."

Kaia smiled. "Thank you for your honesty."

The Spanish shrugged her shoulders, giving her the same smile.

"It's turn for short questions. I will say a word and you say the first word that came at your mind. And I give you two options and you choose what you prefer." Kaia explained the next method of questions.

"Okay. I'm ready." Alexia said after give a sip from her water bottle.

"Idol?"

"My dad." Alexia answers quickly.

Kaia looked at her briefly with admiration.

"Music?"

Alexia shrugged her shoulders. "Usually I don't mind. I heard whatever was on the radio. But when I feel nostalgic, I put some Spanish songs." She admitted.

"Rain or sun?"

"Sun." Alexia chooses, smiling when Kaia raised her eyebrow funnily. "I miss Spain's whether, I don't gonna lie." She explained, laughing too.

"If you wasn't in Hufflepuff, what house it's more accord with you?" Kaia said, looking at her expectantly.

The captain made a pensative face. "Well, my mom read about Hogwarts houses qualities and she said that I look like a Slytherin. So Slytherin." Kaia smiled widely while she write it. "What about you?" Kaia blinked a few times, not waiting that. "Sorry, Can I made a question?" Alexia apologies when she saw Kaia's expression, blushing while she scratched her neck.

"Yeah, you can." Kaia said, shaking her head while she let out a chuckle. "I don't picture myself in another house. But for my disgrace I guess it would be Gryffindor." She admitted.

Alexia laughs. "You don't like Gryffindor."

Kaia shakes her head. "I hate that house and I don't know why."

"I understand that sensation. But I think you are a brave Ravenclaw." Alexia said, a smile creeping on her face when she saw Kaia's reaction.

"It's weird that brave and Ravenclaw are in the same phrase." Kaia chuckled.

"Well, you are. I read every Code Star that is out and it is really good." Alexia compliments her, Kaia blushed at this, changing her weight in her other leg.

"Thanks. I guess a Gryffindor never could do a code text or sentence." Kaia muttered, writing something in her notebook.

"Code?" Alexia asks confused. Kaia raised her head and nod. "Shit, I don't noticed it. Sorry." She apologies, biting her lower lip, feeling herself bad.

"It's a code text, don't worry. The majority from here I'm sure they don't knew it." Kaia clarified, shrugging her shoulders. The Hufflepuff made a mental note to reread every Code Star and decipher it. "Next and last question. What is your favorite class?"

"Transfiguration." Alexia said.

Kaia wrote it and after close her notebook, letting it on the bench.

"Well. We finished it. Thank you so much for your honesty." The Ravenclaw girl said sincerely, stretching out her hand towards Alexia.

"My pleasure. Actually I was nervous, It's the first time I do an interview. But I have a nice time with you two." Alexia accept Kaia's hand and shake it softly. "I was scared for that Marchetti boy."

Kaia laughs. "Enzo is a good person. I questioned you all the questions he made for you." They let out their hands, then the captain does the same with Rikki.

"I trust you on that. Haven't you asked any questions of your own?" Alexia asked at her curious.

"Only two questions." Kaia admitted timidly, she stood up and went to help Rikki with the camera.

"I think that I know what are the questions you asked." The Hufflepuff said, standing up too.

Kaia let out a tiny smile. "Alright, we need take some photos with you. While we do the interview, this one was taking photos about us, mostly you. I guess you noticed it."

"Okay." Alexia puts her hands on her pockets, going next to the pair.

Rikki started to ordered Alexia to go to the pitch after she took some photos there, her back leaning in the barrier while the pitch was behind her.

Kaia followed them in silence, right now her friend was doing her job and she didn't want disturb them.

"Great job, Alexia! We are done, thanks." Rikki informed her, looking through the camera roll. "Merlin's beard! I think I need stay here for another session because the last one it wasn't taken good." Rikki growls.

Kaia approached her. "You need help? I can stay until you are done." She offered, her notebook pressed on her chest while she hugged it with her arms.

"It's okay. You two could go now." The blonde said, going with the camera to another part while she waved them with her free hand.

Alexia chuckles softly next to Kaia. She turned towards her and saw that the captain was with her bagpack over one shoulder while wave with one hand to her friend.

"I'll accompany you." Alexia says, looking at her when Rikki disappear.

"You don't have to. Maybe you have do better things." Kaia muttered, starting walk outside of the stadium.

Alexia ran to her side. "I need do an assignment about Charms. But usually I do my schoolwork after dinner." She confess, bumping her shoulder with Kaia's.

Kaia smile playfully. "Well, in that case you can accompany me to the castle." Alexia let out a quiet laugh.

They walked to the castle while they talk about their favorite and less subject.

"Potions? Why I don't surprised." Alexia snorted.

Kaia scoff. "It's a good subject, it's not my problem that Snape teach this. By the way, it relaxes me." They approached the long valley.

Alexia looks at her weirdly. "It relax you? I think you are the first person that I hear that about Potions."

Kaia laughs. "I don't think anyone has heard that about any subject."

The badger nods. "I totally agree with that. Nobody would say it."

They took the long valley and approached the bridge. They are laughing about it when someone behind them clear her throat. The pair fell silent abruptly. Kaia rolls her eyes before she turned around, faking a convincing smile to the director. Alexia turned around too, but her face was impassive.

"Hello Miss Xavier, Miss Putellas." Dolores Umbridge greeted them. Just like Kaia, her smile was fake, but the director not mask it. "I guess you are doing something for your newspaper." She asks at Kaia, ignoring Alexia.

Kaia looks briefly at Alexia, who has her jaw clenched, then she looks again at Umbridge. "Yes, I... I finished it right now. Alexia will be my surprise the next week."

Umbridge turned her gaze to Alexia, her fake smile coming to her mouth one more time. "I'm sure all of them would be crazy for an interview with the recent... Idol of quidditch." The director narrows her eyes, doing a little grimace with the voice. She turned her gaze to Kaia, her gaze fell in her notebook. "Can I have a look?" Umbridge points with her tiny index finger to Kaia's notebook.

Kaia made a confused face, but give it to her. She wasn't scared, she didn't hide anything there.

Umbridge opened it and turning the pages that did not interest her until she stop, clearly she found the interview. Kaia saw how Umbridge's eyes move quickly for every line written there, a cynical smile appeared on her face. She closed it after a few minutes, the cynical smile still on her face.

"How lucky you are to obtain that scholarship Miss Putellas, just like your sister." Umbridge said, venom hide behind her supposed sweet words. Kaia took the notebook when the director tended it to her. She looks at Alexia, her face was red. "Next year there will be no scholarship. I hope you both enjoy the years here."

Kaia saw how Alexia clenched her fist. The Ravenclaw puts her hand in her arm, trying to stop whatever is on her mind.

"With all respect, director. If you want tell me something, do it. But let my sister out of it." Alexia said firm, relaxing a little when she felt Kaia's hand on her arm.

Dolores Umbridge let out her smile on display. "Good. I'm telling you that you need take care of yourself and think what is better for you." Kaia looks at her in shock, not believing what that woman was telling at Alexia, to a student where she is the director of the school. Kaia's eyes catch something behind Umbridge, and saw the professor McGonagall was half hiding behind a statue, listening all. The professor made a signal, putting her index finger on her lips.

"I'll do it every day. Because there out, it's dangerous. Because the ministry hide what it's really going on. I'm sorry for you because I'm not a pure blood, I know that it mad you because I require all the qualities that a pure blood need to be. I'm half blood and proud of it, and if was a muggle, I will proud of it too. In my life never would I understand everything that they was feeling. Live scared because they are muggle. So, yeah I will enjoy and protect my sister, friends and unknown persons here until I finish my time in Hogwarts." Alexia said serious, taking every step towards Umbridge as she spoke.

Kaia saw how Umbridge's face turned red, probably from anger. They look each other for a few seconds before the director pass her hands for her usual pink skirt and cleared her throat.

"Miss Xavier, take it easy from the people you frequent. It would be a shame if you fail. Just like Marchetti." Umbridge mumbled, this time not hiding her venom. And without another word, she moved to aside and went inside of the castle.

Kaia was petrified on the spot. She was feeling angry, an unknown emotion for her because usually she is a calm person. Alexia turned around and watch how Kaia looked the floor.

"Ignore her." Alexia whispered, walking back next to her. She puts her right hand on Kaia's shoulder, a reassuring smile appears on her face when Kaia raised her head to look at her.

"I'm sorry." Kaia apologies. Alexia frown, confused.

"Why are you saying sorry?" The Spanish asks.

"For how she treats you! You don't deserve be treated like that, nobody here deserve it." Kaia explained, a little upset.

Alexia's gaze softened when she heard why Kaia apologize before. "Relax, okay? It's not your fault so don't apologies." The Hufflepuff said serious, grabbing her hands between hers. "It's dinner time. Let's go to the Great Hall."

Kaia nods, turning around and walking inside of the castle. Alexia let out a sigh, admiring momentarily at her. Kaia stop when she notice that the other not was following her then turned around and saw her still.

"Are you coming?" Kaia asks, narrowing her eyes.

Alexia nods slowly. "Sorry, I just... Thinking about something." She walked towards Kaia and they both started walk to the Great Hall.

#woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine

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Piece Of You –Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Agent!Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't like your new admirer.

Word count: 4.4k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), slight begging, (kind of unjustified) jealous and possessive Bucky, reader being a bit murderous (but nothing too expicit). I think that's it.

A/N: This thing's been on my WIPs forever and I finally finished it. Yay me! Pls, don't let it flop, I'm pretty proud of this one. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.

Inspired by Piece Of You –Shawn Mendes.

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A rescue mission. It was supposed to be easy. Get in, bing, bang, pow, and leave the boat with the son of that politician with no complications.

You should have known something was wrong when no Hydra agent stood guard on starboard, though.

They let themselves come in groups, attacking you from behind, throwing punches at you from every direction and surrounding you in a smaller and smaller circle. Of course, you didn't make it easy for them, you gave a fight, but it was not enough. A contundent hit in the back of your head was all one of them needed for you to fall unconscious to the ground.

You woke up to the sharp pain of a forming bruise and a terrible headache. Trying to reach the aching point, you found out that your hands were tied behind your back by a rope. You pulled, hoping to loosen it, but unsuccessfully.

“Don't bother. You'll bleed before those knots undo.” On your right, a big eyed blonde not older than eighteen said.

“Zachary, I assume.” The humorous smile he showed you, confirming your supposition.

“My ticket home, I assume.” You laughed, the throb in your brain complaining as you did so.

Looking around, you saw four agents with their backs facing you. None of them paid attention to either of you as they examined something on a big screen.

A quick check to your leg said that they got rid of all your weapons, including the small knife your boyfriend gave you as a first-mission-together anniversary gift. You knew it was a bad idea to bring it with you in the first place.

“Look, this is what we're going to do…” you explained your plan to him, praying that he wouldn’t freeze if his help was required.

Quietly moving, you put your feet behind him so he could untie the lace of your boot.

Once your foot was out of the way, you instructed him to search for the small swiss army knife inside of it. As Bucky would say, one can never be too prepared.

Putting you boot again and dragging yourself closer to be back to back with him, you took the knife from his hand and started cutting the robe that kept him immobilized, careful not to peel the skin off his wrists or alter your captors.

Instead of cutting your robe, Zachary undid the knot. When he freed you, he took the knife from the floor and went to give it back but you told him to keep it, just in case things went crazy.

Getting in your initial positions, hands behind and away from the kid, you yelled, “Hey, you idiot!” All of them turned in your direction and you quickly scanned them, looking for weaknesses you could use to your advantage. Finding none, you decided to go for the bigger one first. “Yes, you, with the ugly beard. I have an appointment tonight and he'll get mad at me if I'm late.” He walked towards you, imposing and pissed. “So, if you're nice enough to let us go, I promise I won't tell anyone.” You sweetly smiled at him and he leaned, taking a fist of your hair and tugging it to make you look at his face that was now centimeters from yours. His stinky breath, burning your nostrils.

“Hush your mouth or I'll hush it for you.”

“Hey, leave her alone!” Zachary warned and the guy turned to him to shush him as well, with a more demanding tone this time.

I got you.

You casted your head to the front. Your forehead, colliding with his cheekbone, making him flutter back bewildered. With extreme force, you swung your foot behind his ankles, successfully sending him to the ground with a loud thud and a complaining groan.

After that, everything happened in the flash of a light.

Another of the agents ran to you, bar in hand, ready to set you unconscious again. But you were faster; you kicked the air, your loose boot, flying right to his face and distracting him for a split second, giving you the chance to stand up with both ends of the rope in your hands to tangle it on his wrist, twisting his arm and making him let go of the piece of metal.

You used the rope as a whip, hitting the agent’s eye, causing him to stand back. Your leg flew to the side to kick back another agent as you took the opportunity and strangled the one nearest to you with the rope.

That leaves two.

Once the bar was in your possession, the fight felt more equal. It’d be easier if you had something sharp, though.

Bingo! You thought as the third agent approached you, holding a white and gold knife that looked way too familiar to you.

He waved his hand, attempting to cut you, but you intercepted his movements. A high pitched sound echoed in the room every time metal and metal collided. Your movements recreated what you thought looked like a sword battle.

Planting your feet on the floor, you resisted his weight, both your hands gripping on the bar to stop his hand from slashing your throat.

“I believe this one’s mine.” It was difficult for you to talk, too concentrated on not losing strength on your legs. “Would you mind giving it back?”

“You’ll have it over my dead body.” His raspy accent was also forced. He was putting a lot of effort trying to finish you.

You smiled at that. “That can be fixed.” Stepping forward, you impulsated yourself to the front and spun your right arm, the handle of the bar, hitting him in the nose. He let go of the knife and you caught it in the air. In a swift move, you brushed his throat with the edge of the knife, a perfect line followed by a red falling curtain of blood adorned his skin like a turtleneck and he fell.

That makes it one. The last agent was less agile than the others, but he knew how to punch. You managed to cut him a couple of times and hit him with the bar, but he didn’t surrender.

When you had him with his back pressed against the table and the knife was in his yugular, you heard a scream from behind.

“Drop the weapon and the kid lives.” Ugly-beard guy stood behind Zachary, keeping him still with one hand and pressing a gun on his temple with the other.

Zachary’s lips movies, silently saying sorry.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! The words repeated in your mind as you thought of a way of taking him away from the kid.

“There’s no need to be aggressive, buddy.” You took your hand away from Agent Number Three. “We can discuss it as civilized people.” Seeing that he was not in a talkative mood, you decided to go for plan b. “Or, we can leave this conversation for another time... Now, Zack!”

Having given the order, Zacahry didn’t hesitate and drew his hand back, stabbing the guy in the leg and owning a low groan from him. The boy took the opportunity to drop to his knees and crawl away from him. You barely knew the kid, and you were already so proud of his reaction under pressure.

With your elbow, you knocked your current opponent out and threw the knife in the now weak agent’s direction. Your good aim gave you a clean hit; the handle of the knife rested in between the agent’s wide eyes, a thin thread of blood descended from the lethal wound as he lost strength and collapsed lifeless near his coworkers’ bodies.

You took both knives, cleaned them up in your thigh and put them in place. “Let’s get outta here.”

The next day, you were leaving the conference room after Steve’s weekly encouragement speech when you recognized an unruly blond hair from across the hall.

“I’ll be right back.” you told Nat, who stood there, curious about where you were going.

Walking towards him, you saw that he had a white box in his hands and a shy smile on his face; an older man stood by his side.

“Agent Y/L/N?” the man asked, to which you nodded. “I just wanted to thank you in person for bringing my boy safe and sound.” he stretched his hand out, looking directly at the purple spot in your forehead.

“Senator.” You greeted him. “Don’t thank me, if it wasn’t for Zachary here, we wouldn’t have made it.” you said as you firmly shook hands with him.

The kid’s cheeks turned to a slight shade of pink and his ears were red. He looked away biting his lip.

“That's not what I heard.” Senator Byrd put his hand on Zachary's shoulder. “My son said that you saved his life by using only a rope.” He sounded impressed and you imagined that Zack's version was a little different from how you remembered the events.

“It was not just a rope.”

The senator didn't seem to care about how you saved his son, only the fact that you did, which was better for you, you wouldn't want to deal with an angry parent yelling at you for traumatizing their child.

“Either way, we came here to give you this little present Zack insisted on getting you.” Zachary handed you the box and you took it. “We need to go. Thank you again, agent.”

You nodded your head as a goodbye and smiled at Zachary as they walked to the elevator.

Nat and Bucky were looking at you as you approached them. Both, as intrigued as you to know what was inside the box. With your boyfriend's help, you opened it, almost bursting into laughter as you saw the content: A pair of new, black combat boots placed under a handwritten note that said: “To my savior. With all my admiration, Zack.”

You quickly explained to them that during the fight you lost your boot, and turned to the elevators, seeing Zachary waving at you as the doors closed. Your position didn't let you see Bucky's eye roll.

Two days later, Bucky and you decided to go to the Headquarters' gym after your morning run to have a sparring season.

Sweating body, tangled hair, and a dry mouth, you asked for a timeout for hydration.

You were pouring water from the bottle to the back of your neck to relieve some heat when a young woman with a perfect bun on her hair and a perfectly ironed skirt poked your shoulder, leaning as far from you as possible so the water wouldn’t touch her.

“I’m sorry, agent, but there's this person saying you had an appointment and refused to leave the reception until he saw you.”

Taking a towel you looked at Bucky, who only shook his head and turned to the door to see who it was. The change of humor on his face intrigued you, so you spun over your heels and saw Zachary, folder in hand and a “Visitor” credential hanging on his neck.

“Thank you, Sandra.” You put the towel over your shoulders and walked with her to the door. “I’ll take care of him from here.”

The sound of her heels clicking faded as she rounded a corner.

“Aren’t you in class?” For the second time since you met him, he blushed, and you sighed. Of course he was supposed to be in class. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to know how you're doing. You know, because of your...” He pointed to your eyebrow, signaling where your now green and yellow bruise was.

“I’ve had it worse.” He smiled and hugged the folder to his chest. “Is that for me?”

He looked down, trying to understand what you were talking about. It was as if he forgot he had something on his hands.

“Oh, no. They are food menus.” He showed them to you. “I-I needed a good excuse for the receptionist to let me in.”

From the other side of the room, Bucky yelled “Are you coming or should I change to a punching bag?!”

Shaking your head, you took Zack by the shoulder as his father had done before and walked him to the elevator. “You’ll go down to the reception and tell Sandra to call someone to come for you, and you’re going to wait for that someone to show up so you can leave, got it?”

“Yeah.” He locked his eyes on his feet.

Seconds after calling for the elevator, its ding sounded and the doors opened. You practically pushed Zachary inside and pressed the button for him. His sad expression and the lack of brightness on his face made you wonder if you were being too hard on him.

“Bye, Zack.” you said as the doors closed.

Once back in the gym, you tossed the towel aside and jumped to the ring moving your arms to warm up again. “Alright, where were we?”

“What does that kid want with you?” Bucky asked dryly.

“Nothing. He’s just thankful that I saved him. That’s all.” You jumped slightly, ready for round two.

Bucky unglued his eyes from the hallway and looked at you unamused. “Yeah, he’s more than thankful.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You stopped your movements and placed your hands on your hips.

“He was trying to look through your sport bra.”

“Buck…” You expressed in disbelief.

“I’m serious. That kid likes you.”

“That kid is having a Damsel syndrom moment; I saved his life. He experiences the release of dopamine and endorphins he had during those events when he sees me. It’s physiological; it’ll disappear.”

“I think he enjoys seeing you. A lot.”

“He enjoys the chemical reaction of his brain.” He went to refute, but you cut him off before starting the stupidest discussion in the history of stupid discussions. “Listen, I don’t want to talk about Zack or the fact that my boyfriend is jealous of a guy that hasn't finished middle school yet.” Bumping fists with him, you said. “Instead, start thinking about where you're gonna take me for dinner, because I’ll kick your ass in this round.”

“Uh, Zack. Zack.” He repeated under his breath, but you listened to him and tilted your head. Raising his hands in surrender, he began with the next part of your training.

“You chose the movie yet?” you asked from your shared bedroom as you put on one of Bucky's shirts and your comfy panties.

Friday nights were designed movie nights after you mutually agreed that staying home, chilling was better than attending any event Tony Stark were to host.

Food should be there in a second, on time for Bucky to decide for Rocky (again), arguing that it was a classic. Your drinks, defrosting on the coffee table, next to your boyfriend's crossed feet.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to put your feet up on the table?” You scolded him. He had broken three glasses and a plate already.

“It’s not my fault that your precious table is in the perfect spot for me to do it.”

“Oh, yeah?” You asked as you sat on his lap, straddling him. “And, whose fault is it?” Your arms rested on his shoulders and your fingers started playing with his hair.

He thought of his answer. “I'll tell you if you gimme a kiss.”

“You're good at trading.” Leaning to capture his lips on yours, you felt his hands traveling all the way up your thighs, stopping on your ass and squeezing it.

You moaned at the feeling and started moving your hips, owning a deep growl from Bucky. He directed your peace; slow but hot, firm but loving. Your clothed core rubbing against his growing erection had you both panting on each other’s mouths. When he was happy with the rhythm, his hands left your butt to go down your (his) shirt and caress your waist. Your lips did not separate at any point.

“What if we forget about the movie?” He asked as he made his way down to your neck with wet kisses.

“I don't know.” Closing your eyes you let out a whimper when his hands found your breasts. Cold and warm driving you crazy. “What else do you have in mind?” He was about to answer when two knocks on the door interrupted him. “That's our food.” You went to stand up but Bucky didn't let you.

“Don't go. I'm about to have my favorite meal.” He buried his face between your boobs innocently –as innocent as the action was.

All you did was giggle at how he went from hot to adorable in a second.

“But, I want my kung pao.” As soon as you pouted and he sighed in defeat you knew you had won… for now.

“Fine. But I'll go.” He placed you on the couch and stood up. “I don't want that delivery guy thinking he can have his way with you again.”

“My hero!” You lay down on the couch, resting your head on one of the small pillows scattered on it, and closed your eyes.

Silence reigned for a couple of seconds, until you heard Bucky's exasperated tone through some indistinct murmuring.

“Just give him his tip and bring your butt inside. I'm starving.” Placing the palm of your hand on his shoulder, you felt how tense your boyfriend was so you peeked from behind him, only to find the last person you expected to see. “Zack.” You exclaimed.

“I know, you're going to ask what I am doing here.” He raised his hand in defense, the one that was not behind his back, and stepped closer. “But I have a legit reason this time.”

“The question actually was 'how did you get here?'” Doing your best to keep Bucky's shirt as low as possible and crossing your arms around your hard nipples, you asked. “Who gave you this address?”

Apparently, blood rushing to his face was the typical reaction he would take every time he saw you.

“I may or may not have asked for a favor from one of my dad's friends.”

By the way Bucky inhaled, you knew he was about to say something. Something not as pleasant as you would like it to be, so you got ahead of him.

“Hey, give us a second.” Incredulous, his eyes asked if you were sure, to which you nodded. He sighed, but made his way back to the living room.

When you saw Bucky sitting on his previous spot on the couch, you turned back to Zachary.

“Listen, you can't keep doing this.” You said quietly, almost expecting the super soldier not to listen to your words to avoid one of his smart comments. “This is inappropriate on so many levels. I don’t want to imagine what your dad would say if he…”

Zack bit his lower lip and brought his hand from behind to show you a bouquet of three red roses, cutting you off.

You debated whether you should take them or not. It was a nice gesture from him, but you didn’t want to encourage him to keep his unexpected visits going. Just to not look rude and make the situation more difficult for him, you took them.

“I didn't know you had a boyfriend.” He said as he looked inside.

“She does!” Bucky yelled and you contained the urge to go and slap him.

“If I have a boyfriend or not is not the point.” You took his chin to make him look at you. “It also has nothing to do with our age difference, if that's what you're thinking.” He murmured that he didn’t believe it was too big, to which you shook your head. “You are a sweet boy, God knows how much I would’ve liked to meet someone like you back when I was in school, but you need to find a girl your age, someone with whom you have things in common.”

The gears in his head worked at a maximum, his eyes, not meeting yours as he tried to find something to debate your argument.

“I know how to use a knife.”

You tilted your head, not believing your ears.

“Everyone knows how to use a knife.” Sighing, you intended to compose yourself so you wouldn’t ruin the delicacy with which you had been handling the situation until then. “What I’m trying to make you understand is that you cannot expect anything from me. You’ll soon stop feeling the way you do towards me and will realize that this was not going to get you anywhere.”

His eyes blindly focused on the flowers in your hand, in an attempt to process what you just said. It took him a couple of seconds to answer.

“But…”

“A’ight, kid, you heard her. Get gone.” Bucky took you by the waist, dragged you back and closed the door on Zack’s face, not giving him a chance of saying anything else.

“Buck, what..” You didn’t finish your question when he slammed you against the door. The whimper you let out, almost as loud as the thud of your back hitting the white wood.

“See? This boy wants you.” you were going to ask him not to be ridiculous, to forget about Zack and go back to the couch to watch your movie, but he had other plans. “And I need him to get the message.”

“What messa--.” He interrupted you again, only this time by spinning you around and caging you between the door and his firm chest. Your face, pressed next to the peephole.

“That you’re mine.”

He yanked your panties down and raised your shirt up your butt, leaving it on display and fully at his mercy. With his vibranium hand flat between your shoulder blades, he kept you glued to the door, immobile, while the other fondled your ass cheek. At some point, the flowers were taken from you. Your now free hands tried to hold onto something when his found its way to your front, brushing his fingertips in your lower lips, chucking as he gathered your dripping wetness and scattered it around. He purposely avoided touching your clit, instead, he just parted your lips with his index and middle fingers so the cold air would hit you directly, which had you meowing in desperation.

“Say you’re mine, doll.” His breath hit your ear, a lick of his tongue on your lobe made you shut your eyes. “Say you’re mine and I’ll give you what you want.”

The grip of his fingers on your right leg guided it up, leaving it to rest against the doorknob for support.

“I’m yours.” You whispered, doing your best to make it audible enough.

He pressed his finger on your nub and you sighed.

“I know you can do better than that.” He circled his finger making you moan again. “Just like that. Let the whole building know who you belong to.”

“You, Buck.” Jolting your hips forwards, you tried to find his touch. “I’m all yours!” You practically screamed.

“I know, gorgeous.” And now, he does too. he completed the sentence on his head. “I know.” And with that, he started rubbing your clit with a faster velocity and with more force, unleashing a series of loud cries from you.

You felt your left leg failing, the only things keeping you from falling were Bucky’s strong hold on you and the -in your opinion- weak barrier the doorknob digging in your flesh was.

With expert technique, he moved his hand, teasing your entrance with two fingers while his thumb kept working on your bulge of nerves. Clenching around nothing, you felt your orgasm growing closer and tried to sink down on his digits, but he drew them away, managing to continue torturing you with his thumb.

“Please.” You begged. “Please, Buck! Make me cum!” The desperation in your voice had Bucky smiling.

“Will do.” The hand that rested on your back was now teasing one of your nipples, slightly pinching it, making you gasp. “Under one condition.”

“Anything. Just… please.”

His thumb left you, but you didn't have time to complain; the tip of his cock toured from your ass to your entrance and Bucky groaned when he felt you pulsating in need.

“I don't want you to hold back.” You felt his words traveling down to your core. The demanding tone of his request, making you ever wetter. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Yes.” You barely said before he pushed inside. “Yes!”

“That's what I'm talking about.” He grunted. His palms now gripping with force on your hips, keeping you straight and still as he dragged in and out from behind.

Your whines were loud, obscene; high-pitched cries that only motivated Bucky to move faster. You could feel your ass cheeks jiggling every time his hips collided with your skin creating an almost pornographic sound.

One of his hands found its way back to your clit and started playing with it. Your nails scratched the door, trying to find a grip on something. You were sure the doorknob was going to break at any point.

“Think that kid can do this to you?” He pressed his chest to your back, pushing your body to the front and giving him the perfect angle to go even deeper, hitting that wonderful spot with every thrusts. “Think he can make you a whining mess as I do?” Until then, you had forgotten about Zack. Hell, you didn't remember your own name.

“N--no.” Was your only answer. But seemingly, it was all he needed.

Bucky rested his forehead on your shoulder and doubled his work on your clit, the wet sound of his fingers furiously rubbing you and the sensation itself were too much for you to handle.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. The walls of your apartment falling apart, the light bulbs exploding behind your eyelids and the world disappearing under the scream you let out.

Drawing out of you, Bucky turned you around again. Breathless, you leaned against the door to keep you from collapsing.

Opening your eyes, you saw Bucky raising your shit up your boobs and taking his glistening length in hand, rapidly jerking off. Your arousal, making it easier for him to do it. A few more strokes and he reached his release. Ribbons of his hot cum landing on your stomach, rolling down your belly button and sneaking between your legs.

You knew Bucky well enough to be certain that it was his way of marking you. Not that you were complaining.

His eyes were stuck on you, drunk on the sight of your blissed out expression and the satisfied smile on your lips. He let go of the shirt and took you in his arms to carry you bridal style.

“Let's get you cleaned up. Our food will be here soon.” Peeking at the peephole, he saw an empty hall.

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fricc-darn · 3 years ago

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▪︎ BEN x Abused Reader ▪︎

This is a request :D

TW: ABUSE/ SUICIDE / AND MENTIONS OF SELF HARM

PLS DONT READ OF THESE TRIGGER YOU

Hope yall enjoy! :D

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Even when the relationship is over they're still as toxic as ever. Having enough of their abusive and neglectful tendencies you decided to put your foot down. They still think they're entitled to your messages, calls, attention, everything about you. At the end of the day its all to better themselves at your expense. You think that being in a better relationship would give you a peace of mind, but geuss you're just unfortunate. Today they walked up to you walking by yourside begging you to come back, while ironically degrading you in the process. They really can't accept you've moved on.

You knew better not to fall into their tricks again although it gets harder each day trying to block out their words, especially when your mood drops around them. They keep asking questions about your current relationship too and it starting to make your anxiety snowball. "Hey! Come here please!" They whined while attempting to grab your hand, it prompted you to shout firmly "Get the hell away from me!". They immediately scurried away. It may have drawn some eyes or could be seen as 'over dramatic' but it doesn't matter they're not the ones dealing with this shit.

Your ex was quite for the rest of the day, while others consoled them, you've had people and even a few past "friends" try changing your your mind. Why? Do your feelings not matter to them? They know how they've treated you, they've seen it too. Yet your the one being questioned. Getting your bag off the ground you decided it's time to leave. Going home you wondered if things would get better if you decided to get back with them even of your in a better relationship, would going out in public be more tolerable? You know the answer to that dumb question and decide to scold yourself, your just not in the right place its getting really hard to deal with.

~~~

Once home you instantly changed and flopped on your bed sprawling out, not bothering to shower. You wanted to cry still you're just so exhausted tears refused to fall. Geuss the flop onto the bed was loud enough BEN heard, hearing his footsteps lead into the room. Once in, he stood there for a while before opening his mouth.

"Hello...you walked past me once you got home. That's odd."

You rolled over giving a quick 'hi' flashing a smile. You don't feel comfortable being around anyone right now. They decided to get closer to the side of your bed continuing to stare. "I can tell something is wrong." Your face scrunched up in annoyance; telling BEN can cause more problems, you just want this to be over with. You nodded your head 'yes' and turned around. It's best to get some quick shut eye all of this is giving you a headache.

~~~

Ding!

Your phone flashes and vibrates as new messages flood in. Tossing around you can't decipher whether or not its apart of your dream, though it's not enough of a concern to wake you. BEN picked up your phone unlocking it with ease, quickly going over to read the new texts.

"You're a peice of shit you'll get wats coming to u"

"Fuck you you've ruined me im not the same person anymore I won't have a future because of u"

"I'm sorry its just hard im being a new person but"

Messages flew in! Varying in diffrent length, some even sending in group bursts. They stood there unphased 'This is kinda pathetic' letting out a soft chuckle, does this lowlife talk to you like this? Is this the person making your life hell?

"Its because of that new person your with! Its not worth it they're gonna leave you!!!! THEYRE TRASH PLEASE COME BACK"

"Hes not worth it trust me hes a no good shit eating basement dweller"

More messages trying to insult him came in. They really shouldn't have done that. Did it phase BEN? No. Did it enable him even more? Yes. Not only have they been antagonizing you for God knows how long, but trying to insult him would open a new world of torment just for them. Clutching your phone their knuckles turned white seeing more into past messages. As angry as he felt there was a child like glee inside of them. They started to save the log chats for himself and did some digging about this person. While working he came across your notes files in a hidden folder with a password; they decided to read a few it can be convenient later.

~~~

Dawn broke, today's a new day. Opening your eyes you dreaded that you even saw a new day; disappearing or sleeping for a week or maybe forever doesn't sound so bad..It's hard yet you focused on remembering the fact you've got things to do and loved ones to see. You don't want your enimies to win no matter what, things will be alright soon the roller coster of life.

Another nightmare another groggy morning struggling to fully wakeup. Eventually you hopped out of bed you managed to bump into BEN's chest. Landing you back on the bed, his green hair flowed as they took a step back. It's dark eyes made you feel small, looking down at you with disgusted pity as if you were a wounded street rat. Before you got the chance to open your mouth he interjected "I appreciate some honesty." Rolling their eyes and sucking on their teeth they continued "But they'll pay. You have to trust me or else it won't go well for you either." All of this said it's typical smile.

You tried thinking about the potential consequences but honestly you've made up your mind, they're smart enough to take care of everything...It's what he does for a "living" anyways. To seal the agreement you hugged it by the torso; per usual they stiffed up, he was also slightly warm but they relaxed much quicker and promptly gave a quick hug in return. "I wouldn't do this if you could to something about it you know? But you've done enough I geuss." It started to pat your back (they were more like slaps). After the quick hug broke you got ready to head off, as you were going to say your goodbyes BEN was no where to be seen. Your worried about what it could have instore.

~~~

This whole week you've overheard small murmurs about your ex like; they're having trouble logging into their social medias/being locked out of them, stuff going missing, and their phone bugging with flashing colors every so often.

As time progressed the extremities of these punishments started to worsen and the more they distanced themselves from others. For example their nudes got leaked along with other sensitive info, the constant harrasment of BEN and others who switched up on them. Seeing them around it's clear they're in horrible shape: they look frail, on edge, and out of it. No one has questioned you either and it makes you think what is he doing to them?

~~~

You've decided to talk to him about it again today no holding back. "BEN they look like they've learned their lesson, they haven't spoken to me or have done anything involving me. I- it's ok now". He looked down at you and laughed "Oh this isn't what you wanted? I know you wanted them gone." They looked deep into your eyes making your soul rattle, hands in a fist as tears swelled. "I DON'T WANT THEM TO DIE THOUGH! I DONT WANT BLOOD ON MY FUCKING HANDS BEN!!"

Anxiety started to consume you feeling your heart been throb in your throat; you don't want them to die this isn't what you wanted all you wanted was for them to leave you alone. His laugh got more maniacal and face face started to distort as he held your hands with pressure. "Dont lie apart of you wanted them dead! There's nothing wrong with getting rid of people like them. The amount of blood on your hands will be nothing compared to mine." BEN's face got closer to yours and whispered "You never had an issue with me doing this. Do you only care now cuz' my game is directly effecting you?" The pitching of their voice changes felt like forks scraping your ears.

"No, it's not like I can stop you anyways.." You looked down and started to sob, you felt a pat on your head as he spoke "Exactly my point, once this game has stared there's no going back. I won't stop, even for you."

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"I don't know what to do please help me!" Frantic but still there frozen in fear one of your ex's friends (an old friend of yours) started bawling their eyes out they've yet to make a cohrent sentence. "Take a deep breath man. What's up with you?" Not liking how close they were you took a step back. They fought through their tears and courge finally manifested.

"They fucking killed themselves! Their family and police haven't been able to find the body but h-here's the note.." You grabbed the phone out of their trembling hands 'No way their actually dead, right? BEN couldn't have made them commit suicide right?!' Thoughts raced as you started scanning and absorbing their words. The disparity and fear of it all made it hard to read they sounded paranoid with the typis but you know it was justified. He's always observing. You couldn't stop reading espically after getting to a separate part dedicated to only you.

"I know wat I did to you was unexcusable and I can't move on from this. It's physically coming back to hurt me and I'm so sorry. My sins are are oout to get me, I see them and hear them;nothing feels real anymore. They're following me as a constant reminder that I shouldn't have treated you like shit I shouldn't have said or done any of that im sorry im sorry im so so sorry. I haven't slept or eaten in days. I see it now i should have accepted this sooner, even if i apologize nothing can solve this. Everything is over for me, I'm sorry. I'm no better than any other lowlife pleaesbe don't pity me. I just I hope you have a good life please forget me. For your sake you don't need more pain.

-Goodbye."

Tears ran down your face, quickly you got your belongings and took of going home. You need at least a week of; even if you hated them you didn't want it to end like this you didn't want it taking an even worse toll on your mental health. Ever since that talk you saw your ex and BEN less and less.

'BING!'

An unknown number sent you a phtoto.

It was the gruesome body of your ex; laying on the floor black and blue. Cold and lifeless, with a noose around their neck their eyes bloodshot red with a trail of blood dripping down their broken nose. It was so tight you can see the rope gripping the skin. Your gut wrenched it too much.

Home again you collapsed on the floor only supporting yourself with your arms, snot running down your nose and eyes red with sorrow. You know you didn't cause any of this it was all HIM. Speaking of the devil it comes with a grin, their manurism are off it's the way he acts when they've successfully pushed someone over the edge. "Greetings." His voice and body look even more distorted as they walked up to you. Their eyes shot down at the wailing mess you are. "Oh it soo upsetting that your crying. Not like it matters you'll come around."

Looking up they continued to speak down to you. "You'll forget about them. It can take months or maybe a year but in the end they're just another person, another peice of life. Death comes to all of us and their time ran out a bit too soon." They laughed and put a hand on your head shaking it around. "But still you keep acting so ungrateful! Why are you crying over them? Don't tell me you feel bad now. You only have me now we're all better off."

They stopped shaking your head, you held it with one hand as it pulsed. The last part of his statement stuck out to you 'how jealous were they?'. BEN's attitude switched "I know how they treated you. All the abuse I know your glad they got what they deserved on the onside." It chuckled as it landed a hand out to you. He was right you hated them, you hated how they treated you, the way your ex screwed a major part of your social life, and had people betray you even thoes who were your 'close friends'. Does he really know how you feel?

"It's for the best isn't it? I just did what they would've done to you and I cant let that happen now can I? You don't need trash bringing you down. Also get off the ground its filthy." It's right.. your ex would've done the same thing to you. They've already harmed you and made you harm yourself; what made you think they wouldn't push you that far? They know how you feel even worse if you did die your and and their friends would make it into a sob story for them. You'll think about all of this later its just too much to take in right now. You held his warm hand as he helped you up. "If you want I supposeee we can hug..." they pushed their soft hair away from their face, whilst its head faced the side and he opened his arms. You gave in hugging them tightly going limp and burying your face in the crook of it's neck.

Though a undescribeable feeling is still looming over you; it's not sadness or anything of the sort. Even if your with BEN you still fear them. Why does he have to be so unpredictable? You Starting to question if this is all worth it; if something changes their mind then he'll discard you getting the same if not worse treatment as your ex and others before them. Until then they're in your life forever.

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catzula · 4 years ago

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A kiss to warm your heart

A/N: Ahh I missed writing for Bakugou and its been a while since I had this much fun writing anything, I hope you guys enjoy it too >:(

And uh lets not make this one flop pls 😦

Pairing: bakugou x reader

Warning: cursing

Genre: fluff! Mutual pining, some jealousy but not very prominent

Synopsis: going to a skiing trip for the weekend with you friends sounds like a good idea (not as much when you realize your crush, Bakugou Katsuki is coming, too!), but it's a bit hard to actually get to skiing when you can't ride the chair lift.

"Dips on the bed next to the window!" Mina rushed into the room, throwing herself on the said bed. You sent her a fake pout as you settled on the other bed, not really caring about it's location, but it was fun to guilt-trip Mina. She gave you a crooked grin as she laid her luggage on the ground, already unpacking.

"Change into your skiing clothes, Kiri told me we're going to go skiing in about half an hour."

"What? No! We just came, I'm tired." You protested, throwing yourself on the fluffy hotel bed, groaning and hoping you looked as yitrd as you felt so she would leave you alone.

"Y/N, stand up and wear your ski clothes? Please?" Mina held you by the arm, lulling you off the bed and thinking you were a little too strong for your own good.

"Oh, come on," she groaned when you sent her a 'leave me alone, I'm tired' look, "We're only here for two days, and we should use every chance we have! Also, it's tea time, and they are serving those little free cookies, so I'm sure you'll feel better if you just ate one."

"Yeah, all I need is cookies." You scoffed, making her grin. "Nope, all you need is Bakugou." Mina turned to the mirror and fluffed her hair, trying to look as indifferent as she could, failing at hiding her sly grin as she gave you a few seconds of silence to reconsider.

You sighed as you rushed down the stairs, evening your pace with Mina's. You always hated walking in ski clothing since it made you feel like a burrito: overheated, wrapped with layers and layers of clothing which rustled each time you moved, and very uncomfortable.

"Free cookies, you say? Are there brownies, too?"

~~~

You knew she wanted to talk about something by the way she kept turning at you and fidgeting her hands. "What is it?" You asked when Mina glanced at you for the fortieth time the last few minutes. "If it's about you-know-who, I don't wanna hear it, though."

"Mina-" you started to talk, but she stopped you before you could argue, although you were itching to go downstairs already because you felt like you were going to have a stroke if you stood indoors with these clothes. "Don't Mina me, and you know this is your best chance to confess to him! What are you even waiting for, for him to confess first?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Oh, come on!" She groaned, emphasizing the last word. "If you want to tell him, this is your chance!"

"Well, you're out of luck, then." Mina booped your nose. "We are talking about the worlds biggest tsundere after all. I doubt he'd say anything before you do."

She was right, and you knew it. "I know," you admitted, rolling your eyes at the way she grinned proudly. "But I'm not- I don't want to damage our friendship, you know? And I'm not ready for a rejection." You laughed wryly to ease the tension you were feeling.

"Rejection? Are you serious? You guys are so obvious that even Denki asked me if you were secretly dating. You are almost already dating, just neither of you accepted the feelings towards the other."

Well, it was true. You and Bakugou were a little closer than friends, maybe, but him every so often flirting with you or you meeting his gaze whenever you looked at him (which happened quite often, you had to admit) didn't necessarily mean he liked you back, did it?

"I'll- I'll do my best." You smiled at her, trying to change the subject since you were in the entrance of the sitting area. "Let's go eat something already. Do you see them?"

"Oh, I see Kiri." She spotted, grinning when she saw Bakugou frowning right next to him. "Look, Bakugou's there, too. Hey guys!" She waved at them, running towards the duo and pulling you along. You could see how his gaze snapped up at hearing Mina's voice, the red eyes finding yours immediately and a smirk replacing the frown on his lips.

He had no right to look this good even with snowboard clothes. His spiky hair messy because of the big ski glasses that rested on top of his head, the black, skin-tight thermals enhanced his well-built body, and his orange-striped ski pants looked like they fit him perfectly. You had to admit you were maybe a bit excited to see him snowboarding down the mountain.

"What, see something you like?" He grinned, whispering so only you could hear, frowning almost immediately after that when he turned to Mina. "Took you guys long enough."

"Yeah, don't tell me that, it was her who needed 30 minutes of convincing, although it was pretty easy to convince her after I said- well, never mind what." She grinned villainously when you sent her an 'I'll push you of a cliff if you say one more word' look.

Bakugou quirked a brow at the pink-skinned girl's sudden change of behavior but decided not to think about it much. "Oh my God, I'll pass out let's go ski already!" Kirishima chimed in, pulling on the thermals he was wearing that clung to him like a second skin, and you could feel the eyes that were looking his way as you walked through the lobby. "These clothes are waaay too warm to be wearing inside." He added, fanning himself with his hands.

He was right, and you felt suffocated, too, the clothes too warm, too tight, too much and too heavy, there were too many things to carry with you, all your hands occupied with another ski gear, and you were itching to throw them and run outside to the snow screaming.

You were glad when your friends complied, all making their way to the ski room. You spotted Mina running towards you, and her ski pants pouches were suspiciously full with something that resembled cookies. You quirked a brow at her, pointing at her bulky pockets, only to earn a grin from her. "You know, its a little snack for us to eat when we get hungry or bored on the longass chair lift ride."

"Hey Mina, send me a cookie!" Denki waved to you, making Mina grin knowingly. "See? There's demand."

You chuckled as you entered the ski room. Bakugou was already sitting on the bench, a jet black snowboard right beside him, the crimson of his eyes contrasting with the black of his board and clothes beautifully. His eyes raised to you when you entered the room, a smirk finding its place on his soft lips when your eyes wandered over the pretty snowboard.

You couldn't look away as he leaned forward to tie his shoes, arms flexing as he tightened them to fit his legs better, and your need to go running to the snow and maybe scream a few minutes had suddenly increased.

You were approaching him when you felt someone lightly touch your arm. It was a guy around your age, you noticed, smiling widely at you, and you could tell he worked there by the tag on his chest. Shindou Yo, it read. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, thank you." You muttered, feeling somewhat shy after taking a glance at his smiling face and noticing just how handsome he was. You followed him to the counter when he told you to come with you, making you forget the existence of the crimson gaze that was following you wherever you went.

You didn't feel it, but Bakugou watched you as you gave your name and room number to the charming boy, unaware (or maybe aware?) to his flirty remarks as he pulled out the skiing gear you rented, smiling and giggling as he said something Bakugou couldn't quite hear. You finally realized the dirty looks the blonde was sending you as Shindou kneeled before you to help you wear the ski shoes and gears, but even then, you only smiled and waved at Bakugou, not noticing how he gritted his teeth.

"Oh, fuck this." Bakugou muttered and raised to his legs, grabbing his snowboard and storming out of the room when Shindou laid his hand on your thigh to 'support' himself to stand up. "Bakugou?" You furrowed your brows and tilted your head when you noticed him sprinting outside. You quickly realized the rest of your friends had left, too.

Thanking Shnidou, you stood up, running out of the room, only to sigh in relief when you noticed your friends had gathered right outside of the hotel, Sero trying to help Denki wear his ski gears, but both failing miserably.

"Y/N, right here!" Mina called and waved at you, and it was hard not to see her in her shiny silver puffer jacket. "Oh, I thought you guys left without waiting for me." You spoke, breathless when you finally arrived next to them.

"Aw, we would never!" Mina chuckled. "Bakugou would, though. Did, also."

"What, he left?"

"Yep, said he was going to leave ahead since quote unquote, he couldn't wait for slow extras like us."

You frowned, you thought you would be together the whole day! So he wasn't going to stay with you guys for not even five minutes? "I'm going after him." You informed Mina, skiing as quickly as you could down the small slope, in which's end stood the beginning of the chair lift.

You quickly spotted the spiky ash blond head, holding the giant indigo snowboard in his hands with a very grumpy look on his face. You sighed, and he looked pissed. "Bakugou!" You called out, trying to get to him before his turn in the line came, not so nicely pushing people in front of you to draw near him.

"Bakugou!" You called once again, and this time you were sure he had heard but ignored you. "Hey, asshole!" You spoke, this time in a normal voice since you had finally drawn close to him, touching his arm to get his attention.

"What're you doing here?" Bakugou asked without taking as much as a glance at you and making you narrow your eyes. "What do you mean, what are you doing here?" You snapped.

"I said, what are you doing here? What, did your new boyfriend leave you already?"

"New boyfriend? What the hell are you talking about?" But instead of getting a rational answer, instead of getting any response, you watched as he gave you a soft 'hmph!' and turn back in front of him. You would've pushed the subject if it wasn't your turn in the line, and you were already regretting this as you entered the chair lift right after him.

~~~

"What the hell is your problem?" You muttered after sitting in silence for a good 15 minutes, you still had about 5 minutes till you landed, but it was enough for you to have and end this conversation, you thought.

"What is my problem? What the fuck is your problem? You were the one who chased me till here, after all." Bakugou growled in response, pulling the black ski mask down to his chin as he spoke. "I chased you because you left us and went ahead! We came here as a group, so why would you go off alone?"

"And what the fuck is this new boyfriend shit you're talking about?"

"Oh, you just had to bring him up." Bakugou muttered under his breath. "Shut up, idiot. We're going to land in a minute, so raise your legs." He instructed, pulling the safety bar over your head when you complied.

"You ready?" He asked when the chair came to the smooth surface, knowing very well how you struggled each time you landed from these things. "Okay," he answered when you nodded, instinctively taking your hand in his gloved ones, "one, two, jump!"

He jumped with you, holding and pulling you to himself when you lost your balance despite his instructions, and you could feel the breath he exhaled as he chuckled on your hair. "Don't laugh!" You frowned, only making him laugh harder. "Whatever, come here so the next ones to jump won't run into you." Bakugou pulled you to the side.

"Oh, look, Sero and Mina are in the ones right after this one!" You told and pointed to your friends, Mina waving in her hands in her seat like mad and shaking the chair in mid-air.

"I'm never riding this thing with Mina again." Sero took a breath of relief as they jumped down from the chair, too. "Don't worry the next ones are the single chair ones." Mina assured him with a cheeky grin, her response making both you and Bakugou gulp audibly.

"Oh, fuck."

"Oh, no!" You cried out.

"What's happening?"

"Oh, that's okay, Y/N, even I fall sometimes!" Mina assured you, not aware of how your situation was. "No, you don't understand." You told her. "I suck at them! I have the 1 out of 20 chance of arriving at the end of them without falling!"

"Oh my god." You rubbed your temples.

"She can't ride those single seat ones for her life." Bakugou answered instead of you.

"Yep, she's not even exaggerating." Bakugou assured her.

"Are you sure, you know we can help-"

"Shut up, raccoon eyes." Bakugou growled at her, making her shrug and wait in the line. "Okay, now." Bakugou turned to you. "Stop being so stiff. It's fucking easy if you just relax."

Mina quickly became aware of how sincere you were with your 18th failed attempt at the single-seat chair lifts. "You guys go ahead," Bakugou finally told them. "I'll help this idiot and come right after."

"I'm sorry for not wanting to fall on my butt again!" You gritted through your teeth as you nervously eyed the lift. "You won't fall on your ass if you just do as I say!" Bakugou snapped back. "Look at me, dumbass. It's alright."

He frowned when you stood still. "Look, I'll sit at the one right after you, okay? I'll catch you if you fall."

"Promise?" You asked, smiling when he nodded. "Well then, let's do this."

You watched as Kirishima went first, Denki going second, Mina following him, and Sero going right after. "Your turn, dumbass." Bakugou nudged you. "Look, we can try it a few minutes later if you don't feel ready-"

"No, no, it's okay." You smiled. "I can do it if I know you're there to catch me."

And you did.

For the first time that day, you managed to go more than a meter, still as stiff as ever, but a feeling of relief bubbling inside of you as you knew Bakugou was right behind you. "Whoo!" Mina cheered when she noticed you were riding it without falling the past minute.

"Did she do it?" Denki shouted from in front of you, and you giggled when you heard Kirishima whistling from the beginning of the line. "Did she do it, did she do- fuck!" You heard Denki's muffled curse, eyes widening in horror when you realized he fell as he tried to look back at you.

The idiot he is, Denki didn't even think of skidding to the side so he wouldn't cause Mina to fall, too, but he did. Mina accidentally kicked the blond, who sat dumbly on the floor, with her ski gears when she tried to raise her legs so she wouldn't tangle with him, but she did anyway.

"Oh, fuck, stand aside, stand aside!" Sero cried out, but the two on the ground were panicking and weren't thinking as they kept sitting in the middle of the path. Luckily, Mina managed to throw herself into the soft pile of snow the last second before Sero crushed into her, but Denki wasn't as quick.

"Denki, don't you fucking dare!" You shouted.

"You fucking idiot! Stop it, you're going to make me fall, too!" Sero shouted when he noticed Denki was sitting there intentionally, reaching and grabbing Sero's seat, making the gear pull the both of them.

You would've laughed at the sight if you weren't so scared of falling, since watching Denki hang from a seat by hands and the rest of his body get dragged on the snow, his face and body buried in the snow and screams muffled by all the snow he was eating as Sero slapped his fingers and tried to kick him off, was a sight to behold. But you let out a silent scream when Denki let go of Sero's seat, eyes finding you, his next prey.

"Kick him in the fucking face!" Bakugou shouted from right behind you, but you had lost your balance before you could even comply. Letting go of the rope you were holding on to, you let yourself fall on the snow and immediately retracting to the soft snow pile off the road.

"Bakugou?" You turned around, and Bakugou couldn't help but think how cute you looked, face red from lying in the snow, hair tangled. "Did Denki make you fall, too?" You chuckled, not even trying to stand up, snow was pretty comfortable, you realized.

"You could say that." He shrugged.

You were laying face down on the snow, chest heaving as you waited for your heart to slow down. "What the fuck are you doing there, or are you dead?" You heard a familiar voice call from behind you.

"What does that even mean?" You smiled knowingly. "Or did you jump after me?"

"Hm, and what if I did?" He kneeled on the snow, leaning in, his face so close that his warm breath and caramel scent the only two things you could register for a few seconds. "I promised I'd catch you if you fell."

Bakugou hadn't expected to hear you chuckle when he said that, and he wasn't sure if he was happy or angry about it. "Well, you didn't do a good job, did you? I am lying in the snow, after all."

You had a point, and knowing that caused Bakugou to frown. "I'm leaving you here." He sighed, standing up and cruelly kicking some snow on your face, too.

"Hey, no, wait! Come back, Bakugou!" You cried out. "I can't stand up, my legs stuck!" It was true since your ski had sunk in the snow at a very odd angle when you threw yourself over it, making your ankle hurt when you moved it even an inch. "Bakugou! Please!" You called out one more time, not expecting him to sigh and turn back to help you.

"How did you even do this?" Bakugou asked as he examined your leg, touching and pulling it slightly, rolling his eyes when you whined to tell him it hurt. "Stop being a baby."

"It hurts!" You answered at the accusation, feeling somewhat awkward as he inspected your legs closely, as you lay there watching the sky or playing with the snow, making snow castles, groaning every so often when he pulled at your leg. "Okay, I'll take off your ski now- Y/N, what the fuck? Stop playing with the snow and help me!"

"What am I supposed to do- ow!"

"I don't know... talk about your new boyfriend or something." He spoke, narrowing his eyes at the thought and pulling your leg a bit too harshly. "I untied the ski, but you have to pull your leg." He instructed.

"I'm bored of this new boyfriend issue, I don't even understand what the hell you're talking about!" You whined as you did as he said and pulled your leg despite the sharp pain. You actually did have an idea of what he was angry at, but it was so dumb, you didn't even want to think he was jealous of a guy you talked to for 5 minutes tops.

"Ah, fuck." You moved your now fee leg, brows furrowing when you felt a sharp stab of pain. "I think I injured it."

"I'll take you back to the hotel." Bakugou sighed, sitting on the floor to untie his snowboard as well. "Can you walk?"

"I'm not sure." You answered honestly. It hurt a lot to walk in unpressed snow since it was already hard to walk in it without being injured. "Okay, wait a second." He stood up, leaning towards you. "Bakugou what are- oh." You stood still as he snaked his arms beneath your leg and back, pulling you to himself and lifting you to his chest.

"I'm willing to bet you won't be able to walk." He huffed, his warm breath touching your neck. "Yeah, but are you sure you'll be able to carry me all the way to the hotel?"

You smiled when he quirked a brow at you as if to ask, are you challenging me?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" He smirked proudly. "Are you okay? Comfortable? Is your leg okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." You chuckled, leaning back into him and relaxing between his arms. It felt nice to be in his hold. "Let's go, quick, since I'm sure my new boyfriend's very worried too." You teased, your words bringing his movements to a halt.

"I won't have mercy and drop you face into the snow." He growled, but you grinned cheekily. "No, you won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Hm," you nuzzled to him, you could hear his quickening heartbeats. "I think you like me a bit too much for that." You muttered, feeling braver than you probably should, trying to hide your nervousness with a smile.

"Well, maybe I do." He whispered, his eyes locked on your lips. "But I have another way to get back at him."

"And what's that?"

"I can kiss you, you know. Make him as jealous as I've been feeling this whole day."

You leaned towards him as well. "I'm not complaining." You smiled, closing the gap between your lips and smiling into the kiss. Bakugou could feel the warmth of the kiss spreading to his chest.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x you #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha scenarios #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha bakugou

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years ago

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Down A Peg

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Businessman!Brat!Jinyoung × Dominatrix! Reader

Warnings: Pegging, slight mistress kink, dirty talk, Jinyoung cries lol, pretty harsh punishment (rough caning. don't worry tho, the after care makes up for it. Probably.), mentions of breaking skin from caning wounds and bruising 😬, slapping, hair-pulling, strapjob, fingering (m receiving), nipple play, degradation, just pure filth man 💀

Requested: months ago, but yes

Note: Jinyoung has a key at some point and it disappears, but you're not gonna say shit about it. Also it gets lazy near the end, excuse the grammar mistakes.

Word Count: 6.3K (pls don't let this flop, I am exhausted 🤩)

The last thing Jinyoung thought he’d be doing, was going to a professional Dominatrix session. If anyone had even dare mentioned the idea, say a month beforehand, he’d give them the nastiest grimace manageable and avoid them like the plague, not that he didn’t do that to anyone who tried to weasle their way into his private life anyways. It made even his own subconcious howl with laughter at the position Jinyoung had put himself in now.

So much for trying to s tay away, huh?

He didn’t even think something like this could happen. Hell, one minute he was filing more stacks of papers as his assistant talked his ear off, which he had vehemently told her not to do, and the next he found himself bored, and scrolling through a Domme website the night that followed.

But here he was; standing outside the neat black building with his phone in one hand, and a hand cupped in his pockets as he raised an eyebrow before going in. Past the glass doors, he found his surroundings consiting with soft shades of brown. A mahogony reception desk sat to the front of him against a wall, a long hallway next to the desk, and neutral white lights giving the atmosphere a professional look. His legs moved on their own accord while he focused on stabalizing his breathing, not used to the clamminess now making his palms sweat against his sides, and before he knew it, he was standing at the front of the office.

A woman in her early-to-mid twenties sat before him, smile sweet and chestnut brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were soft, almost inquisitive as they assessed Jinyoung’s appearance and outfit, which consisted of a beige turtleneck and black dress pants. She seemed pleased with the effort he put into his looks if her satisfied hum was anything to go by.

“Hello, are you here for an appointment?”

Her voice was cheery, like the chime of a bell, and her face beamed with a radiance that Jinyoung wouldn’t think someone who worked in her place of job would exude. He cleared his throat, “I am, yes.”

“Your name?”

“Park Jinyoung,” she nodded and typed something into the computer to her left.

“And your mistress for the night is Madame Black, correct?”

Jinyoung felt odd with how casual this was going. He’d expected.. something else? No, that was a lie一Jinyoung didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a bad experience, he guesses. He just wasn’t used to the way this was such an open transaction, as if he was going to the doctor’s for a checkup or something. It left him confused as he thought of a couple of his previous encounters with people he trusted on his sex life. The way they scrunched their faces in a disapproving frown when he said he wanted to try subbing, only to backpedal at his embarrasment. The rest just flat out didn't know what they were doing. It was almost laughable how little they knew. But this... This seemed like a whole new ballgame.

“Yeah,” He shook his head in confirmation, the sudden movement making him look like an overenthusiastic dog. The woman laughed at the new show of excitement and leant over the console so she could murmur to him despite the space being completely empty, save for both of them, of course.

“Third door down the hall, you’ll know it’s hers when just standing outside of it makes you wanna piss your pants. Don’t forget to change into one of the robes in the room just to your left. Oh! And just a heads up, Jinyoung,” She smiles with a mischevious glint in her eye and reaches out to drop a black key into his awaiting hand, “She may seem nice, but Madame is not one who tolerates brats. Do go in with the knowledge that she’s not afraid to bite.”

Jinyoung raises a brow at her tease, but smiles back at her nonetheless, "Who says I'm afraid of being bitten?"

With a jerk of his head in what he hoped was a nod, he fought not to not scurry down the hall in his newfound anticipation, smirking to himself at the knowing face of the desk worker.

Jinyoung was jittery with each step that brung him closer to his destination, which now stand a couple feet from him, the deep ebony-shaded door looming with a question that made Jinyoung have second thoughts despite thinking it through for hours; ‘Can I handle what’s behind this door?’

Jinyoung rakes a shaky hand through his hair, trying to take deep breaths as he pushes the cold metal of the key into the lock, twisting it to the right until he hears the telltale Click! Of the latches unslotting while he turns the handle and pushes the inlet open, taking a moment to survey the room before him, then kicks the door closed after he steps inside. Of course he can. If the voice in the back of his head said anything, it probably wouldn’t even be a good experience much different to the other ‘dom’s’ he’s had sex with.

Almost immediately, the tart scent of lavender wafts into his nose. The room was spacious, dimly lit by the soft golden glow of candles occupying the corners which cast shadows across the silky wine carpet, and the delicate shades of a peachy pink had consisted of the walls surrounding him. A king-sized bed with fluffy red covers sat against the back wall, a plush pink chair facing it, and you perch right at the bottom of the bed. Jinyoung feels his heart shake at the sight of you.

Just the way you sit with your legs crossed over one another had his cock stirring behind the silk black robe that curtains his naked frame. You wear a gorgeous tan lingerie set, the top is a thin see-through camisole which stops just above the curve of your upper stomach, displaying the supple mounds of your breasts over a sheen of lace, and the bottoms are a simple high-arch panty, the same fabric and look of the top, but with a skirt-like covering which flutters around the curves of your hips whenever you move. The fact that the set shown your bare body in such a delicate show of wispy materials was what made Jinyoung even more worked up. Your position was relaxed as you sat, holding a glass of champagne, and you cocked your head to the side slightly upon Jinyoung’s arrival. You offer a smile.

“Why hello there!” You gleam, and at the sheer enthusiam which you eminate, Jinyoung finds himself mirroring the smile without his own accord. Something about you just dusts away all of Jinyoung’s previous nerves.

“Hey,” Jinyoung sifts through his head to find the right words, “Madame Black?”

You giggle at the way he says it, obviously giving away that he wasn’t fully aware of what he was about to get himself into, “Yes, that’s me. You must be Park Jinyoung, I’m assuming?”

A nod was your answer.

"Don't be shy, take a seat," you nod towards the chair before you, and Jinyoung obliges, smiling at you as he goes to sit himself down in front of you.

"First of all, I would like to discuss boundaries, even if I’ve already gone over the form you filled out," you begin with a wink, "what’s your opinion on rimming and ass-play in general?”

Jinyoung feels his eyes bug out slightly at the way you so seamlessly jump into it. Shameless, aren’t you? But he isn’t complaining.

He clears his throat and, suddenly unable to look you in the eye, settles his gaze on his lap as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, “I’ve dabbled in it by myself but never really experienced proper ass-play things with somebody else,” mustering up his courage to flick his eyes back to yours, he smirks, “I’d like to try it with you if possible.”

You nod, “how about being rough with you? Hair-pulling, slapping, throat-fucking, etcetera?”

He seems to strongly approve if the fast dipping of his head means anything, and if that weren’t enough to give you a gist to how much he liked the idea, he isn’t afraid to say so.

“Anything that will leave me sore, I’m completely into. I like seeing the after effects.”

“Cum-eating and degradation?”

“Very eager to try.”

“Alright, anything else you’d like to add into the mix?”

Jinyoung muses, then shakes his head, to which you hum at.

“Now, Jinyoung, I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer with a very well thought-out response,” you raise an eyebrow at the brunette, eyeing him down like the first meal you’d seen in days, “Are you sure you want to do this?

Jinyoung can feel his heart thrum against his ribcage, like the hard beat of a drum, when he hears your words. You were definitely experienced in this, even someone with half a brain could tell. He could feel his lips stretch into a smile, an idea coming to mind as you gently set your champagne glass on the floor a couple steps away from your feet, then sit back up to cock your head to the side.

“If I’m being honest, Madame,” He scorns the name out, mocking your authority, “I don’t think you’ll be any better than the self-proclaimed ‘dom’s’ that I’ve been with.”

"Huh."

"I mean—look at what you're wearing—how am I supposed to believe that this is a dominatrix scene and not a sub session where I can easily just knock you around?"

Wow.

You can’t quite bite back the loud, boisterous peals of laughter that bubble up frrom your chest fast enough when you finally register his words after staring at him for a couple seconds, vacantly blinking at the brunette and trying to figure out if you heard him right. You wipe a tear from your eye, still tittering, “And what makes you think that just because I'm wearing delicate and frilly lingerie doesn't mean I can't fuck your guts out, Mr. Jinyoung the powerful CEO?”

Jinyoung frowns, “How do you know that I’m a CEO?”

God, this was getting more interesting by the moment.

Shaking your head, you rake your eyes up the sultry expose of his hardened calves and legs, slowly meeting his eyes once more, and grinning as you do so, “You must think I’m dumb. You act like that smug little face of yours isn’t plastered all over the city. Regardless..,” You lean forward, "Yes or no, Jinyoung? I promise, I'm well worth the money."

Jinyoung thinks for a moment, still in shock from the mention of his job, even if he already knows his answer before he says it. This was his chance to experience what he'd always wanted. Maybe. You already knew his kinks due to the form he had to fill out, as well as the little transaction, so he had no doubt that you knew which buttons to press, but he wanted to know if you could take him beyond his limits like he's always hoped for. If you knew how to press those buttons just right, or if you were just another let-down with a more professional look and platform. This was it, and he was going to make you work him over as much as you could.

"Yes, I'm sure I want to do this."

Jinyoung feels a shudder wrack his shoulders at how smoothly your facade transitioned to one of pure intimidation and stony expressions. The smile that once graced your seemingly sweet attributes was now wiped away and replaced with a carefully adept mask of indifference.

You keep his stare whilst you bend down to retrieve a big, black wooden box from beneath the bed, setting it beside you as you stand from your spot and lift the lid from the case to pull out a leather clasping, as well as a thick and textured blue dildo which was, admittedly, one of your biggest straps. You look to Jinyoung as you began attaching the proper clippings and belts in order to fasten it around your hips.

“On your knees.”

Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Jinyoung slowly pushes himself away from the chair and sinks down to his knees, mouth watering at the authority in your tone of voice, and blood beginning to heat underneath his skin as you secure the harness and move to close the distance between the both of you. Deft fingers trace the sharp lining of Jinyoung’s jaw, trailing a line to the dip of his chin before taking it between your thumb and forefinger with a force that worries the bone slightly.

He's pretty, you think. One of the prettiest men that have ever occupied your time as a dominatrix, with full lips and features that would deem him model-worthy. You smile. You would have fun making a mess of him.

“Safeword?”

Jinyoung is taken aback for a moment, allegedly in a daze to the golden view from below you. “Hm... 'Promotion'?" He smiles at his own small joke.

You hum, grabbing the ribbed silicone that stare back at Jinyoung, and pressing the tip to the seam of his mouth with short, prodding impels.

“Open,” you murmur.

He obeys, albeit after frowning slightly; letting his lips part to engulf the width of your strap, wasting no time in stooping his head lower so he could stop midway on your cock, his throat constricting around the foreign object now lodged in his passage. You moan down at him with a hand raking through the soft tresses of his hair in appreciation at his eagerness.

“Suck.”

And he does.

Jinyoung started out strong at first; bobbing his head as he craned his neck this way and that to really go in on you without hesitation, hollowing his cheeks and looking up at you with a determinbed look, but after a while of swallowing your cock like he had one chance to impress you, he makes a rasping sound in the back of his throat, vaguely like the creaking of bed springs, followed by a lewd slurping noise before he goes to pull away. You catch the back of his head with a hand, raising an eyebrow as you shove him back down to where he’d stopped previous.

Jinyoung gags, a beautiful, surprised chuck of sound that makes you sigh at the way he sought for purchase at your thighs, a poor attempt to steady himself when you were already pulling back to drive your cock back down his throat with a fist-full of his hair. A range of noises that originate from Jinyoung bounce off the walls of the room, mostly different variations of kecks and physical strains on his trachea, but some being choked-off whimpers and half-strangled gasps of which he could actually get in between you fucking into his face and withdrawing.

You finally slow your pace to more shallow strokes, and looking past the pretty shine of Jinyoung’s now tear-stained face, you can see the tent in the flap of his robe. You favor him with a devilish grin, one that he sadly can’t see due to staring down at where you had your cock in his mouth.

“Look at me, whore,” the stern demand comes out in a throaty growl as you use your hand, still laced within the damp tresses of his hair, to yank his head back and up at you, resulting in both a muffled yelp and the back of Jinyoung’s neck popping at the sudden movement.

The sight was immoral in every sense of the word. His swollen lips, which were wrapped around the pink cock strapped to your hips, were left hanging open with obvious smears of glistening drool, still seeping from the corners, his cheeks streaked over with it in some places and mixing the stream of drying tears falling from his wide eyes. You can hear him begin to gag around the strap, considering he is shoved down to the hilt, but you only push his head down and keep him there. Instead, staring in amusement at the way he sputters and coughs, wanting to savor how his face begins to turn a lovely shade of red. When you are certain he can’t breathe, you pull him off and let him drink in desperate gulps of much needed air, the soft peach color returning to his face when his lungs begin to relax.

Stunning, you think.

Jinyoung gasps when you force him up to his feet by his hair, practically stumbling when you turn the two of you around so you can then proceed to to shove him onto the bed, ignoring the groan of the springs due to the impact. His head is a mess from the influxion of air he experiences. Only the ache between his legs keeping Jinyoung tied to this world as he softly pants, laying on his forearms with glossy eyes locked on yours and how you follow suit; crawling onto the bed and taking place hovering right over him. Jinyoung moans lowly when you lean in to press open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, against his jawline, your hand snaking down the expanse of his hidden body to pull at the tied robe sash, and you treat yourself with a peek down at how it falls open to reveal everything he had to offer. Smoothing your fingers along the breathtaking show of defined muscle and healthy flesh, you curse.

“Of course such a little brat would have a fantastic body...”

Jinyoung lets out a complacent laugh at your subtle annoyance. He knows he has a good body, and he knows he's attractive, which makes you all the more irritated, considering he is perfect in every way, and you have no doubt in your mind that he uses it to get what he wants.

“You sure are taking your time,” He gripes out, hoping to stir your anger.

You snicker at him, and without thinking too much of it, strike him across the face, not waiting for his head to fully turn to the left before you grab his cheeks, force him back to you, and slap him again.

Once. Twice. Three times.

You feel his cock twitch against your thigh, and his mouth parts in pleased shock as he breathes.

“Say it again, bitch"

"I said, you sure are taking your—Ah!"

He's momentarily shocked into silence when you immediately shove your hands under his waist to hoist Jinyoung's legs behind his head, essentially folding him in half and displaying his exposed bottom, which is just as gorgeous as everything else about him. That's saying something, because an asshole, dick, and balls shouldn't even be in the same sentence as 'gorgeous.'

Jinyoung doesn't have time to protest, because as soon as he opens his mouth to fuss, he feels a strong, harsh slap land right on his hole. He yelps, kicking his feet out the best he can until he cries out again upon registering the next three smacks that rain down on the same spot.

"Rude, rude, boy. Has nobody ever taught you that you shouldn't speak back to your Mistress?" You growl, blowing cool air over his fluttering rim before patting his ass gently, "Stay like this or else I'm shoving an inflatable plug up your ass and stretching you until you rip."

Shaky and wanting, Jinyoung let's out a breath, doing as you say and hooking his hands into the back of his knees in order to press down and stay in said position. It unfortunately does put a strain on his lower back, but as much as he likes punishment, he's not betting on having his poor butt mercilessly torn open like you promised.

"What's your favorite color?"

The question half-startles him, "Red...?"

"Good choice," You chirp, and like that, you're holding his legs in place again; dangling a bottle of reddish-tinted lube over him as you happily squirt the cool gel onto his hole and two of your fingers. You tease him—gently running your hand up the soft skin of his left leg whilst you push the pad of your digit against his entrance, letting it breach slightly before pulling back to do it again.

"Tell me you want it."

He groans, "I want it..."

"Yeah?" You lie your cheek on his thigh, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. You love how exposed he is right now. Vulnerable to your gaze, and letting you touch him in such lewd ways. You always liked these parts of your sessions—where you could see the raw arousal in their faces. Letting your hand slide from Jinyoung's thigh to his cock, you begin simultaneously stroking him and, finally, pushing your fingers into his ass. He suddenly jerks upwards the best he really can with his legs behind his head, and you already know that both the sensations combined feel odd for him.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, half-wanting him to say it does so you can see the look on his face when you add another finger. But he doesn't, thankfully, and you whisk away the sadistic thoughts that you don't really want there. Instead, he shakes his head with a weak noise of slight discomfort.

"It doesn't hurt, but it feels... Weird?" Jinyoung doesn't seem so sure of himself when he actually says the words out loud. The confused frown knitting his eyebrows together mimes that of someone who was deciding on whether they liked something or not.

"Mm. Give it a minute."

And he does. He breathes heavily at the still-going stimulation to his cock, furrowing his brows everytime you move your fingers in a strange way as you try and find a pace, then, like clockwork as your digits graze upwards of his walls, he gasps, loud and surprised.

"Oh? Did I find it?" You grin, raising an eyebrow whilst continuing to abuse that spot inside of him. You revel in the way he moans. It's actually very melodical, everytime he reaches a high note it sounds like he's about to start singing, and it catches you off-guard when he keens before letting his lower body fall against the bed.

You tsk and shrug, "I was gonna be nice but it looks like you're just itching for punishment."

"Well what the hell did you expect when you put me in a painful position like-"

Thwap!

You give him another good slap to the face, then, almost too aggressively, force him to the edge of the bed so you can bend him over.

"Don't look at me, keep your eyes on the floor or I'll make it worse," you murmur, and with a mischievous smile, you walk over to the large black closet to the side of your bed. You can hear Jinyoung's heavy breathing reverberating throughout the room the entire time it takes to fetch your trusty cane and take position back behind Jinyoung.

The cane is long, about the height of a relatively high-standing desk, and decorated with accents of blood red while the rest is tinted a ravishing mulberry purple. It's thick at the top which makes it easy to hold onto, and it begins to slight as it reaches the the tip, which is skinny and carefully rounded.

"So, here's what we're gonna do," you begin, running your fingers up and down the polished rattan, "I am going to hit you with this cane as hard as I can, and you are going to count each and every stroke that I put on your thighs and backside. Do you hear me?"

Jinyoung sucks in a breath, but nods his head nonetheless.

"Come on, you know better. I need you to say it."

"Yes, I hear you."

"Hear you, what?" You lean forward to whisper into the shell of his ear, enjoying the way he lets out a small whimper and pushes his ass back against you.

"Yes, I hear you, Mistress..."

"Good Boy. Now, spread your legs a bit, and when you feel the cane, begin counting."

Jinyoung does as told easily enough; widening the space between his feet until his legs stand out in a small 'v' shape, and waiting in anticipation for you to begin the punishment. He can hear the blood rush in his ears.

Shwoop- thwack!

The pain that surges in a line against both cheeks is nothing short of winding. He thought it'd sting a bit at most but fuck, he had trouble keeping his legs from wobbling.

"One!" He shrills.

Shwoop- thwack!

"Two!"

Shwoop- thwack!

"T-Three!"

It feels like it goes on for forever if he's being honest. It's the same pain, but it gets worse with each swing and cut. It doesn't help that your cane had broken skin and drawn blood every couple strokes to both the backs of his thighs and cheeks, and you kept on hitting the same wounds.

"Twenty... twenty-one.."

"My good boy.. you did so, so well," You all but coo, dropping the cane to the floor with a thud as you lean forward to drape yourself over his back, careful not to make contact with his injuries whilst you trail your fingers between his legs so you can continue stroking his cock, grip loose and barely touching him with each swipe over his shaft.

"It hurts...!" Jinyoung's voice wavers, and you can finally hear the submission in his tone. You like hearing him like this; on the edge of breaking down, sobbing out his pain and pleasure, and all for you.

You smile, tightening your fist around his tip and holding it there just to savor the way he cries out and reaches down to try and stop your administrations, "But you like when it hurts, don't you? You like seeing how bad of a boy you'd been, and you like feeling those repercussions wear off even more, no?"

"N-no..."

"Mistress doesn't like liars, baby. Say you're sorry and maybe I'll make the pain feel better," You hum, only the slightest of touches ghosting against Jinyoung's nipples, butterfly kisses on the back of his ear.

"I'm sorry.. I-I'm sorry..!"

"Move up the bed. Hands and knees, still."

He's crying as he carries out your command, you realise. Tears, shiny, like the first drops of rain, run in flexuous tracks down his cheeks, and a blush dusts the ball of his nose. He makes no noise, but you can see the stutter of his chest and the way his breath hitches everytime he tries to take in a full inhale.

"See what happens when you don't listen to your Mistress? She has to hurt you, and she doesn't quite like hurting you to the point of drawing blood," you sigh and can't help but frown at the marks left on his body, especially the way you can identify the blooming bruises, which range from pretty shades of red to slowly darkening purples. Not to mention the many long cuts that litter just above the bruises.

"I-I'm sorr-sorry," Jinyoung involuntarily hiccups, and the way he reaches back and out for your top, tugging at the hem to get you to come closer, undoubtedly makes your mask slip a bit.

"Don't-.. don't look at me like that.."

But he keeps doing it. He keeps looking at you with those eyes. Those eyes that plead and beg in only the ways that make your body light aflame with desire to see him break completely under your touch.

"Fuck me... Please fuck me," He whispers, still looking at you from over his shoulder and holding onto your camisole.

"I bet you do. You've had that look in your eyes ever since you walked through the door. Don't worry, though. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you hard enough to make your mind go blank, and I'll fuck you good enough that everytime you touch yourself, you'll wish it was my hands instead of yours," you crawl onto the mattress and keep direct eye contact as you do so. You want him to take in the fire in your eyes, and know that you mean everything you say.

And from the way he whines upon your hand encasing his throat when you take place behind him, lining yourself up with his entrance with your breath hot on the back of his neck, he gets the memo.

"Have you ever had a cock inside you, Jinyoung?"

"Only finger-ers," He gasps out, still catching his breath to make coherent sentences as his crying dies down.

You nod into his shoulder, "We're gonna take this part slow, then, okay? Deep breaths.. I'm pushing inside, now."

The stretch is slow and, admittedly, overwhelming; the way your strap's textured shaft tenses his walls around the thickness of it's outer layers has him clutching and the sheets and making all sorts of noises, from groans to whimpers, from low-tones to high-notes, then finally, you bottom out. Your hips meet the plush skin of his ass, which he yelps at, and you take a moment to massage the column of his neck, trying to get him to relax as much as possible. It is his first time with a dick up his ass, after all, and he'd just taken a brutal punishment with, from the looks of it, painful consequences.

"What's the traffic light say, Jinyoung?"

He knows what it means, and when he's actually asked the question, it sparks a sort of satisfaction in him. He means wow, someone who actually checks in with him during sex and doesn't just do whatever they want without making sure he's ok with it.

"Green. Just go slow, please? It still hurts a bit."

He's surprised when you actually listen to him, and begin pacing yourself slower; careful movements of your hips, barely even registered as thrusts, and soft brushes over the hardness of his nipples once again as a distraction from any lingering uncomfort.

"Is it ok to go faster?"

He nods, and turns his face to the side so he can look at you properly. He looks so good like this; watery eyes and a needy expression painted on his face like glass.

It's then that you find yourself kissing him.

It catches him off-guard, obviously, but he leans into it nonetheless, and damn did you know how to kiss. Your lips were sweet against his, mouth moving in tune with his own and it was quite easy for you to take control of things. One squeeze to his throat and he was putty.

You don't even notice that you're thrusting into him too fast until he grabs at your hip from behind and whines into your mouth, which makes you want to go all the more faster, but you don't. You groan, nibbling his lip before you pull away with a grin, and weave your hand into his hair so you can gently push his face into the covers. His arch is gorgeous. Just like the rest of him, you think.

"Jesus, you're a sight.. you know that?"

From the neat curtain of bangs, you can faintly see Jinyoung smile, "Do you like it?"

"Baby you know I like it," You curse as you smooth a hand down the sultry slope of his back, all muscled and strong yet delicate in a way that you find hard to explain.

He moans, loud and clear for you, "Then show me, mistress. Please?"

'Showing him' would be an understatement of what you did. It was like you were possessed; one moment he was on his hands and knees, looking back at you with that fucking face, and the next, you had him flipped over on his back, drilling into him like your life depends on it. You don't know how long you fuck him, but you know that you were in a daze as you snap back to the present.

It's brutal, the way you pound into him. Rough, animalistic, and downright cruel. He's trying his best to stay tethered to this world, but you make it extremely hard with the way you bull his knees into his own chest and stare at him, long and heavy, with each other's foreheads touching and a hand jerking him off at a rapid speed. He wails and cries out every couple seconds, his voice now strained in his throat and wearing thin like the threads of an old spiderweb.

"Is this what you fucking wanted? Huh? Well here it is so fucking take it, bitch. Take it all and don't you dare waste it or else I swear you'll regret it," You growl, your teeth clenched hard enough to put pressure on your gums as you unhook your arm from under his left knee and instead use it to choke him. He struggles at the lack of blood going to his brain, but nods regardless.

"I-I'm c—oh my god please—I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"

"Then fucking cum, you filthy whore. Do it, all over your stomach. Make Mistress proud, hm? Make her proud of her good little fuck doll, I know you can do it, baby."

Letting go of Jinyoung's throat has more of an effect than you anticipated. The influx of air and blood, paired with his approaching orgasm, quite literally throws him headfirst into his climax. His mouth falls open in a silent scream as he writhes and twitches, spilling white on his lower abdomen, and one shot even glances him on the collarbones.

It's silent for a moment as he catches his breath, still shaking, and that's when you make the decision of discarding your strap-on into the basket near your closet with a single toss. Jinyoung, on the other hand, is on cloud 9. He feels like he's floating in a golden sea of bliss, which clouds of cotton candy hanging overhead, and he barely registers it when he feels your fingers on his body once again.

He looks down, "Hm..?"

"Pfft holy shit, look at you," You bring your palm to your mouth as you giggle at the man's euphoria, "Yeah.. Oh yeah, you're definitely feeling it, huh? Told you I was worth the money."

"No shit. That was... Jesus, that was insane."

"Mm thanks, pretty. Sit still, I'll be right back."

You hop up off the bed with another quick glance at Jinyoung before you disappear behind a misty glass door. While you're doing.. whatever you're doing, Jinyoung takes the time to sit up and try and find a comfortable position because of course it's now that everything finally settles in.

"Ow, fuck!" He hisses at the pain of trying to sit on his ass with all the cuts on it.

"Yeah, about that, put your butt up for a moment?"

He frowns, but upon seeing the tube of ointment in your hand as well as baby wipes and a lollipop, sighs and reluctantly bends over.

"I know, I know, but don't worry, it'll only sting a bit. Also, make sure to apply some Neosporin or disinfectant on the backs of your thighs and bottom until they begin to scab up." You drone on about how to take care of the injuries whilst applying the salve, the basics on how to not exercise while they're still open because the sweat can cause an infection, the usual things. When you're done both rubbing the medicine on him and giving him a jog through cautions, you finally twist the covering on the tube of ointment and reach for the wet wipes before meeting Jinyoung's eyes again.

"Roll on your back, please. Feet up in the air and spread your legs so I can see everything."

"Why?"

"Because," you smile, already nudging him to move into position, "You're all messy. I need to clean you up, don't I? Now come here, I even have a lollipop for you since you did so well."

It's soft how you take care of him, Jinyoung thinks. The mood switch is completely different from what you were like when you were fucking him like you hated him, because now, you're so concerned about whether you're pressing the wipes too hard onto his skin as you swipe the cold sheet between his legs and rear end.

"I'm sorry," you say, slowing down on cleaning him to snort at how hard he sucks on the light green candy, admiring how at peace he looks with the warm expression he wears.

"For what?"

"I probably went a little too hard on you. This was your first actual time with an experienced domme, and I'm afraid that I could've ruined it for future references."

"Oh no, don't feel bad. I liked it."

"You did?" Your eyebrows shoot up.

"Of course. This is probably the best I've felt in literal months."

And he smiles. He smiles genuinely one of the most breathtaking smiles you've ever seen, with a slight fan of creasing around his eyes from the rise of his cheeks, and a laugh like pure beauty. You return it.

"Well, I'm glad I could help, Jinyoung. Now, I think it's about time for you to go, considering the session is officially over, and you most likely have a lot of work in the morning," You wink and stand from your spot on the bed.

Jinyoung allows you to help him back inside his robe, even rub the dried tear tracks off his cheeks, and before he knows it, he's slowly walking away from your assigned room, looking back at you as you stand in the doorway with a hand on your hip.

"Goodbye, Madame Black."

"Goodbye, Mr. CEO. Come again sometime, I'm sure you'd love to be taken down another peg."

#HOLY FUCK THIS TOOK FOREVER #a lot longer than I expected #well all that matters is that its here now #hope you enjoy lmao #kpop smut #hard got7 hours #smut #jinyoung smut #got7 smut #sub!got7 #sub got7 #sub!jinyoung #domme reader #domme!reader #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!idol #sub idol #idol x reader

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qilwashere · 4 years ago

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Kenma Kozume

"...Which is why PlayStation is better than Xbox." You conclude your argument to Kenma, your best friend and gaming buddy.

You're both in his room, supposed to be studying but he got bored and decided to start a game of Animal Crossing. You glance over at him to make sure he's listening, and notice that he has, yet again, changed his position to laying with his legs against the wall and his back flat against the floor, holding his new Switch directly in front of his eyes with skinny arms.

“Mhm," he mumbles, not really engaging in conversation but still acknowledging that you're speaking to him. You're used to it though, he's never been the talkative type.

From the computer chair you're sitting in, you scoot slowly across the floor to see what he's so interested in on that tiny screen he stares at for so long. You know he notices you but he does nothing in response, so you climb out of the chair and crawl next to him, mimicking his position and trying to get a good look at his game. He shifts it ever so slightly so that you can see better, and you smile to yourself but quickly cover it up.

"Whatcha doin'?" You ask casually, since although you do occasionally play with him, you're still very clueless about how to really play Animal Crossing, or any game for that matter.

"Catching fish," he mumbles in reply. You stare at the screen and wonder what could be so interesting about casting a line and reeling it back in with the click of a button. He doesn't seem willing to elaborate, so you drop it and just listen to the relaxing music coming from the device.

Before you know it, it's getting dark out and you have to head home. You pack up your bag, organize the very few notes you took at his house and tell him bye. He grunts in response, his eyes glued to the screen. You look down sheepishly and smile at him again before stepping outside of his room, skipping down the stairs and jogging out the door, towards your home.

As soon as you get in your room and flop on your bed, you pull your phone out and see if there are any texts.

New message from: Kenma Kozume

Your heart skips a beat, since he never, ever texts you first unless it's super urgent. Your thumb hovers over the notification, trembling, before you finally press it and read the text:

Kenma: You left your pen

You sigh through your nose, cursing yourself silently for thinking it would be something romantic, or at least a conversation starter.

Y/N: Ah, haha. That's alright, give it to me at school tomorrow

You throw your phone on the bed and bury your head in your pillow. Suddenly your phone pings, and you check it again to find - much to your surprise - a message from Kenma.

Kenma: You could come get it now

You're shocked at that six word phrase, but try to keep yourself civilized whole you carefully type:

Y/N: Well I mean it's getting late... I'd hate to bother you haha

Y/N: Really, I could just get it at school tomorrow

Your heart pounds in your chest. You wait for his response and wonder why you're getting so worked up over this. Your phone flashes again and you lunge for it:

Kenma: Just... Come get it

Kenma: please

You were trying to keep your excitement down but now it all came bubbling up in a loud squeal. You cover your mouth foolishly and think hard about what to say. You obviously can't be too eager, that would make it awkward. You finally decide to reply with:

Y/N: Okay, but only because you said the magic word. Be there in a few

You fist bump the air and throw on your jacket. It's freezing.. You never got a chance to change out of your school clothes, and the leggings aren't doing much to protect you from the cold. Pulling your jacket closer around you, you pick up the pace and jog briskly down the block to Kenma's.

Once you arrive at the front door, you realize his parents are going to question why you're returning to their house so late. Butterflies seem to be running into the walls of your stomach, but they all fade away when...

Kenma opens the door, his blond and black hair messed up and his eyes looking down, refusing to make eye contact.

“H-hey--" you start, but he interrupts you."It's cold out here. You should have something warm on. I'll get you something to wear on your way back." You blush and nod at the gesture, but hope he thinks it's from the cold.

He motions for you to come in, and the breeze blows the door shut behind you. Your hands fidget without you telling them to as you mumble, "So, my pen..." You trail off, looking at your feet.

“It's upstairs."

"Oh. Do you want to bring it down or..."

"No." His face seems to go red but you think you're imagining it.

"I-- Well-- U-um, okay. I can... I can go up and get it if you'd like.."

"Come on." He goes to take your hand but hesitates and pulls his own back, leading the way up the steps.

You follow, dragging your hand along the dark oak banister and skipping the steps. Walking up you feel your fingers scrape over uneven pieces of wood multiple times. Once you reach his room and scan the desk over once or twice, you can't find your pen and wonder if Kenma had just placed it somewhere else.

Out of nowhere he says, "I lied. I don't have your pen." You look straight up and your eyes fix on his, his hazel irises engulfing you, taking you into a world of their own.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm not good at expressing my feelings too much or too often but I want you to know I'm here for you, and I care. I know I tend to focus more on a screen than on you but... But I really do love looking at you. I love the way you seem so curious about the things I play, and the way you intertwine your fingers when you're nervous."

He takes a moment to let that sink in, or maybe he was thinking of what to say next.

"I'm sorry for making it seem like I don't enjoy being with you..." He pauses, running his fingers through the black part of his hair and trying to find the right words, "but honestly, knowing that you're right across the room, knowing that you're here for me, it's the best feeling in the world."

You feel yourself go beet red. Your eyes are wide, staring right at him, and as you drown in those bright brown abysses, you know he means it.

"I love you. Don't... I love you, okay? Don't forget."

You nod quickly, fumbling with your words, and try to get out "I love you, too" but just ends up sounding like a series of whines and stutters.

He smiles at you and looks down as he tiptoes over to his closet. He emerges with a thick coat, probably too big for him, let alone you, and tosses it your direction. You catch it easily and struggle to find the armholes. The sleeves are far too long for your arms, and the end is almost long enough for you to trip over. He grins at you again and stands by his door, shifting from foot to foot.

You change your mind, run back and leap into his arms, taking him by surprise. He's shocked for a second but relaxes and hugs back quickly, and you pull away, blushing harder than you thought possible. "Don't forget," he whispers in your ear.

On the walk home, you can't get Kenma Kozume off of your mind. That boy is the only thing you can think about for the whole day. You lay out on your bedsheets for the second time today and pull out your phone again.

New message from: Kenma Kozume

You giggle to yourself and open the text.

Kenma: see you tomorrow

Kenma: Don't-

Y/N: I know, don't forget

Y/N: I... I love you too

Y/N: And don't you forget either

|~Fin~|

Ok this was bad bc it’s my first one pls don’t attack me

#kenma #kenma x reader #kenma x fem!reader #i need serious help

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ughgclden · 3 years ago

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congrats on 900!! 🥳🥳 the fact that you're only 100 away from 1k is insane 😯 could i get a dps, tmr, s&b, and marauders ships pls (romantically) ok so little blurb abt myself: i'm a ravenclaw, infp 9w1, gemini sun (and venus), and my pronouns are she/her/hers. i do theatre at my school, both cast and crew, and i would like to go into science when i get older. i don't have many hobbies but i like to listen to music and i like being outside a lot. top albums atm are ctrl by sza and is this it by the strokes and i've been listening to a lot of fleetwood mac too. i think if i had to describe myself in three words i would say introverted, inconsistent, and i'm not really sure abt the last one. maybe vegetarian. because i'm vegetarian. i think sometimes i'm very much allison reynolds and other times i'm very much rosie from mamma mia! . anyways i don't really know how to end this little blurb but congrats again on 900 :))

ahh thank u so much angel!! i know holy shit im so :o?!?! and of course you can - omg i can't wait to write these!!! sorry if they're a little long, i like to ramble- and also a fellow infp 9w1!!!! aaa!!!!!

for dead poets society, i'd ship you with pitts!

i just think pitts would adore you and your vibe. pitts is such an outdoorsy person, so a lot of your dates would be driven by that; little picnics in the park, ice cream at the beach, walks through cute forests in the autumn, swimming in lakes, all of that nature stuff. i think pitts would love having a ravenclaw gf, and he'd find so much to talk to you about - he definitely takes an interest in science and would ask you all about your future plans and aspirations. he's such a good listener, so feel free to go into as much detail as you'd like about it and he'll soak up every word. this boy is super into music, and is more that willing to take recommendations from you. you've definitely converted him to a sza stan, and he already loves fleetwood mac so it's a win win. he'd show you some of his fav albums, and you'll spend an afternoon discovering new music together, dancing around stupidly until you're tired and out of breath.

for the maze runner, i'd ship you with minho!

for some reason, i think you and minho would be a great pair! as you're a more introverted person, he'd definitely make the first move - this is minho, after all. i think he'd take an interest in you the moment you came up in the box, but wouldn't want to scare you too much, as it's already quite a terrifying experience without being flirted with by a strange boy. but once you've settled in more, he takes his chances. there's not a lot of music in the glade, so you both settle for humming and singing little tunes you come up with yourself, or fragments of songs you remember from somewhere deep in your memory. as he's off running during the day, nights are the best time for you both to hang around. he'll practically crash into you and hug you tightly, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing into the map rooms. during the bonfires, he'd stick with you the whole night, wandering the glade. towards the end of the night, you'd both flop down into the grass and stare at the stars, pointing out particularly bright or pretty ones. minho is insanely protective of you, and isn't afraid to fight one of the other gladers if they step out of line.

for shadow and bone, i'd ship you with jesper!

oh my god, jesper would be enamoured by you. reading 'rosie from mamma mia' gave me such jesper vibes, he'd adore a s/o like that. you'd both bounce off of each other's personalities, gaining a little more confidence and energy around jesper, whilst you calm him down slightly. since jesper can't really think of many hobbies he could list off of the top of his head, so you both like to try new activities together and see if anything catches on! pottery was fun, but way too time consuming for life in the barrel, but you'll find something perfect soon enough. he'd treat you to walks through ketterdam, managing to steal you small gifts here and there to present you with, an award winning smile on his face. he loves your theatrical side. he's always asking so many questions, whether it's about the sort of work you did as crew and if it was tricky, or about your roles and performances as a cast member. he'd want to learn musical theatre duets to perform with you when you were alone on an oddly domestic night, the both of you feeling like normal teenagers for once.

for the marauders era, i'd ship you with remus!

the moment i saw fleetwood mac, this made perfect sense to me. you and remus would be absolutely perfect. firstly, i definitely think he'd try out the whole vegetarian thing; even if he doesn't fully change his diet, he may try cooking some veggie meals for you both to share, delighting in how happy it makes you. you spend a lot of time on the hogwarts grounds, laying on his chest as he reads to you, or just making conversation as the sun hits your skin just right. he'll do everything he can to sneak you into the gryffindor common room and his dorm, not enjoying having you in a whole other part of the castle during the night. he likes to cuddle, okay. he'd just adore you. he thinks you're the best thing to happen to him, and isn't planning on letting go of you any time soon.

i hope u enjoyed these lovely!!! im sorry they took a while,, but i hope u like them and thanks sm for sending something in!! <3

#ughgclden's 900 follower celebration

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ratsoh-writes · 4 years ago

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~hi, sorry this is my first time doing a match-up, hope I'm not disturbing or anything.

I'm a Demisexual/bisexual human being (lol sorry) of 1,63 m (5' 4'' I think), I go by she/her/they/them pronoums and my soul trait is kindness with a bit of patience.

I'm usually a quiet person unless there is something that caughts my interest and that can variate from a new anime with controvertial morals to a cursed image.

My hobbies are drawing (wow how original), finding meaning of everything (from flowers to tattoos and constellations) and I do Freestyle slalom skating as sport.

I'm more of an inside person, I'm okay with going out with friends but there are days where I just can't go out and prefer to stay alone in my room all day.

I really care about my friends since they're like family to me, I'm pretty chill and have no filter around them, I especially like to fluster some of the most naive with casual talks about sex education.

I'm not really good with talking in general so I have this thing of showing my love with little gestures or sending them memes and cursed images when they least espect It👀.

I'm not very good on dealing with crying, like what is okay in this situation? Are they okay with touching? Should I hug? Pat pat? At that I just shut down and offer a shoulder to cry on, those situations usually ends in laughter because I'm really awkward and an empathetic crier.

I suffer from bilingual struggles sometimes like when I don't know an English word I freak out because it only comes to me in Italian or when I'm talking in my mother language It happens that I find easier to say a sentence in English and stand there like "pls understand what I'm trying to say I don't know how to tell you in other ways".

Some of my other strenghts can be that I'm open minded and I always ask for consent before doing anything.

I have lots of weakness like: my awful memory, I'm a lot self critical and private, I tend to just bottle up my emotions until they explode without control and sometimes I just get overwhelmed by my insecurities.

I also suffer because of my anxiety and asthma (just sligthy no worries).

I can't take conflits between two friends, I'm really ashamed of this because I become a complete crybaby and just shut down for then feeling useless and weak because that's the only thing I can do.

As for odd habits, I sometimes have random tics that is a one movement that resemble the one you do when playing maracas, I bite my nails (I'm trying to stop but it's really hard) and when I'm exausted I just inspire and do a little cry that resemble a "NYAH!" (I know I know XD).

I have never been in a relationship but in one I think trust would be everything for me and a big no no would be all that soulmate/meant by destiny talk, I don't believe in that stuff and it's a big turn off, bad experience wouldn't recommend.

Sorry if it is too long, you can just ignote this if you want don't worry ^^, hope you a nice day!

As a fellow nail biter, I feel your pain 😔

Anyways let’s match you with SANS!

Sans is pretty great with anyone who’s anxious or sensitive. He’s so chill that it makes friends at least 15% chiller just being around him lol

Sans is good for those who feel off put but large and over the top romantic gestures. He’s a casual kind of guy and considers just being you some good ol comfort food or an quick peck on the lips the height of romance

Sans also has a pretty sharp memory so don’t worry about forgetting anything important around him!

Dating sans includes:

He can’t skate for sh*t but is willing to learn if you want him with you. It’ll be pretty funny seeing one of the most slow moving guys flop around. He’s a good sport about it too. Puns everywhere

Sans likes people with intelligence. The fact that you try to find meaning in everything opens the way to pretty deep conversations. He’d have a lot of fun with that!

Sans has a thing for giving his SOs nicknames. I could see him calling you top! One: because you spin like a top when you skate. Two: because you seem to be trying to face every direction at once, your interests vary. And three: because it’ll have all the pervs out there second guessing it lol

#undertale imagines #undertale #matchups

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writemywaytoyourheart · 6 years ago

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He sees your self-harm scars | Jimin

Requested: kind of,,, @tangledsparkles gave me the idea, so thanks love, ILY ❤️

a/n: this one.....is so long.....omf sorry....but I love it, pls enjoy it! Jiminie is....ach my heartu ;-; BY THE WAY GUYS, I DON'T OWN ANY GIFS, IF EVER I DO, I'LL SAY, BUT AS OF RN, I OWN NOOONE OF THE GIFS I USE. ALL CREDITS TO OWNERS. -chip

Word count: 1.3k -...it was an accident I promise...

pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: nothing too bad honestly; self harm scars but no details on how or why.

Trigger Warning- if you're easily triggered by this topic, pls don't read

The gif won't work and I'm sad ;-;

“Hey, Y/n-ah!!~”

You look up and see Jimin come out from his room, the rest of the boys were out today and the two of you were hanging out at the dorm together, doing whatever popped into your heads. So far, you’ve baked cookies, watched a movie and played on the Wii.

“Ye-ahh?~” You call back and smile at him as his eyes crinkle from the smile spreading on his cheeks. He comes to stand in front of you and you reach your hands out to take his, “did you find what you were looking for?” Jimin looks thoughtful for a moment and then he laughs, “I completely forgot what I went back there to find!” You laugh and shake your head at the silly boy. Jimin flops down dramatically next to you and hugs you, you brush his hair out of his face and giggle at him while he buries his face in your hair, “what did you want to say, Jiminie?” He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Do you wanna go swimming? I can’t think of anything else to do, unless you just want to lie and cuddle. That would be fine too.” You laugh and pet his fluffy hair again, “I don’t have a swimsuit with me, silly.” Jimin looks thoughtful again then his face brightens and he sits up excitedly, “let’s go buy you one!! It’ll be my treat!” Jimin knows you aren’t with him for his money and he knows you used to hate it when he bought you gifts, but you two ended up coming to an agreement that if one of you wanted to do something nice for the other, you’d let them. So, you buy him little gifts sometimes and he buys you little gifts sometimes. You both loved getting things for people, especially loved ones, so you didn’t ever try to persuade the other not to get you something, since you knew it brought them happiness. So you hum in thought at his suggestion but shake your head.

“That’s alright.” Jimin whines and puts at you, “that’s no fair, we agreed to let each other buy gifts.” You sit up and pat his head again, “I know baby, the thing is I already have a swimsuit, so there’s no reason to get another. We can just go get mine if you really wanna go swimming.” Jimin nods but then pouts again, “ok, so you don’t need one….but it would still be fun to get another and having two to choose from isn’t all bad! Please y/n??~” You giggle and nod your head, “ok lil mochi, you convinced me. Do you have a swimsuit, or should we get you one too?” He laughs and shakes his head, his poofy hair flopping back and forth, “I have plenty, I’ll go grab one, pack a bag and we can go get you one and then off to the beach!” Jimin pumps his hands in the air and jumps off the couch in his excitement. You smile at him before he disappears into the back, then you bite your lip anxiously; hoping he wouldn’t notice your lack of enthusiasm at the idea of swimsuit shopping, let alone swimming.

Your bathing suit at home is a one piece with shorts that you always pair with it; to cover up things you’d rather people didn’t see- especially Jimin. But this….this store apparently doesn’t do swim shorts, because there isn’t a single pair of them here…You look around anxiously and see Jimin walk into the swimsuit section, ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘ahh-ing’ at all the pretty different colors and patterns. Jimin walks back over to you and takes your hand, “see anything you like jagiya?” You swallow and walk over to a rack, dragging your hands along all the suits and contemplating which one to get, “I- I’m not really sure yet…” Jimin nods and walks over to a different rack, pulling out a few in your favorite color and holding them up with a smile, “wanna try some on?”

Yeah, you hated this. Jimin was waiting outside the dressing room to see when you tried on a swimsuit. Usually, what you two do is, he waits outside and when you’re dressed he slips inside to tell you what he thinks, because you hate walking out and having people stare at you while you ask Jimin how things look. You’ve been in here for longer than usual because you just can’t stop staring at the scars on your legs. The swimsuit you had on was beautiful and you loved it, but you are so self-conscious about the scars on your thighs that you just can’t do it….

“Y/n? Are you dressed? Can I see it?” You jump at the sound of Jimin’s voice right outside the dressing room door and you scramble to find your clothes to change back into them. While you frantically strip and yank your jeans and shirt back on, you stutter out to him, “y-yeah, no, um, I picked one I like so- so you don’t have to see them…thanks though.” Jimin frowns but shrugs it off, smiling when you fling the door open and hold up one of the ones he picked, “I’m getting this one!”

You thank Jimin again after buying the swimsuit and then you’re on the way to the beach, a knot in your tummy at how anxious you are. After you get there, you tell Jimin to pick a good spot while you get changed, a few minutes later and you find him sitting on a towel on the sand, cross-legged. You put your bag of regular clothes down and he looks up at you, you have the swimsuit on but a towel is wrapped around your waist, covering up the scars. Jimin smiles sweetly at you, “you’re so cute y/n! Let me see the new swimsuit!! I’m so excited!” You wring your hands and bite your lip, then an idea pops into your head, “ok but on one condition…” Jimin looks confused but nods anyway.

“You have to beat me to the water!!” You shout a split second before you throw the towel and run your booty down the beach as fast as you can, making a straight shot for the cold waves. It takes him a second to process what happened but then he’s on his feet and chasing you down, gaining on you in no time. Right as your feet touch the water and you’re about to submerge yourself for only the sake of escaping his gaze, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you and hug you tightly and you scream; partly out of surprise and partly out of desperation to cover yourself in the water.

Not understanding any of that; Jimin flips you around to face him and kisses your face sweetly, “gotcha babygirl!!” then he’s taking in your new swimsuit and his smile gets even bigger. He kisses you again, “you look absolutely gorgeous love!! I’m so happy you got this one, it really brings out your eyes too.” You just stare at him in confusion and he tilts his head, you look down and see that yes, your scars are extremely obvious…Is he blind? He takes your chin to tilt your head up, “Y/n, you’re beautiful, you know that?”

He knew.

How long?

“J-Jimin..”

“Mm?”

“I just…I don’t-“

“You’re talking about your scars aren’t you? How long have I known?” You nod helplessly and he hugs you, “I’ve known for months y/n, but they’re old aren’t they? They don’t look new.” You nod again and mumble, “yeah, they’re old…b-but, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you would tell me when you’re ready, and them being there doesn’t make me think any different of you.”

“Y-you mean that?” You’re getting choked up now and you see tears in his eyes, some falling down his cheeks, “every word y/n, and I hate that something hurt you so bad that you’d wanna-“ he sniffles and clears his throat, “tell me when you’re ready baby, only when you’re ready.” You grab onto him and hold him close as you cry in relief.

“You’re beautiful y/n…so beautiful.”

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a/n 2.0: I hope you liked it, obviously I got a biiiiit too carried away....👉👈

-chip

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