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getouswh0re · 3 years

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Howdy!! Could I request Yandere Gojo and Geto from jjk, with a special-grade sorcerer reader? Ty in advance, I really like your writing!✨

an; thank you for the love ˊᗜˋ💕 here are some drabbles for them separately, hope you liked it :3

warnings; yandere, gore, blood, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behaviour. do not condone such actions in real life, and please kindly read at your own discretion.

THE night was quiet, almost serene, totally at odds with the glowering menace in Geto’s eyes. Gone was the subtle gentleness in those inky slits you had grown to adore; in its place, inscrutable darkness bore holes into the back of your skull as you shuddered beneath the curse user’s glare.

It was still Geto in the flesh: the same face, unique hairstyle and robes he’d wear just like any other day. Yet it was no longer the special-grade sorcerer whom you once knew and loved. You never knew what caused such a drastic change in him; all you wished for, was for the old Geto to return, hoping that all of this was none other than another nightmare.

“Suguru? W-What are you doing at my door? It’s already late, you should be taking some rest ...” A hint of dismay — maybe sadness, ghosted his expression when the raven picked up the quivers in your tone. Nonetheless, a gentle smile adorns his face, emerging from the shadows to reveal himself as the raven explained himself.

“Why? Can’t I come and visit you?” He cocked his head, a playful smirk evident. Geto never ceased to make your heart flutter; perhaps it was his flirtatious nature and mellow personality that drew you towards him, but even after being one of his closest friends for a long time, at times you felt like you couldn’t understand him at all, with this being one of the occurrences.

You chortled, about to invite the raven into your apartment when warning bells started to ring incessantly in your head, warning you that there was something awry about him once you caught a glimpse at his clothes imbrued with crimson splatters.

“Sugu ... what is that on your clothes?”

“Oh this? Satoru splashed me with red paint, it’s not much of a big deal.” You knew he was lying, instantly picking up the revolting metallic stench from the stains. Dread filled your mind while you staggered back, keeping a distance from the male who gave you a perplexed look in return.

“You and I know a smell like this isn’t red paint ...” Trying to be as calm as you could, you retracted a step backwards with every stride Geto took. “Be honest with me. What on earth have you done?”

“Sharp as ever, y/n.” A condescending look took over as Geto finally revealed his true colours. “The world needs to change. All these monkeys are the reasons why curses exist. They can’t even control their cursed energy properly, and we sorcerers have to battle with death every time a curse poses as a threat to them. Their ignorance is revolting in its core, and I believe to make the world a better place, it would be better off to remove all of them out of sight. Don’t you agree —“

“What the fuck are you thinking?” Unable to withhold your seething rage, you snapped at the curse user. “This isn’t what sorcerers should do! What you are doing is of no difference from a brutal murderer Geto! I can’t fucking believe you!”

“How can you think of me like they y/n? That hurts my heart you know.”

Before you could even scream, he was already inches away, blood-stained hands caressing your cheeks tenderly as if you were made of fragile glass. “I just want to make life easier, there’s no need for us to put our lives at stake every time we exorcise curses. Right? We could be enjoying peaceful days together, free from the dangers of this world ...”

“Stop! Your delusions are sick, this isn’t you at all Geto! I don’t know what is wrong with your brain, but it’s never too late to turn back —“

Suddenly, your vision darkened — your consciousness sinking into a bottomless void as the raven carried you in a bridal style, the two of you vanishing into the tenebrosity of the night.

“And I thought you were the only one who’d understand me ... love.” He shook his head in disapproval, but the disappointment in his eyes were eventually replaced with glee as Geto stared at your limp figurine in his arms.

“But don’t worry, what needs to be done will be done. For our sake, for our future together.”

EVERYTHING would always be uglier up close.

At first glance, one might find Gojo Satoru a perfect man: with talent, looks and wealth all in one package. Men envy the greatest sorcerer of all time, and women grovel at his feet, desperate for a sprinkle of the man’s attention. Despite living the life everyone dreams to be in, the heir of the Gojo clan couldn’t care less about how the world spins around his axis. For the sorcerer has his eyes set on something much more worthy of his time and effort.

He is a man of determination, willing to achieve his goals with whatever means possible — even resorting to dirtying his own hands. It is such an irony that underneath the charming façade, such a disgusting soul exists.

“For the last time Satoru, I am not interested in dating anybody.” Heaving an exasperated sigh, you politely shoved the lavish presents piling up at your front door back into the man’s arms.

“I feel really flattered that you have feelings for me, I truly do. But I’m sure you know as sorcerers, we fight with death every day. If there is any regret that I’d dread to have ... it would be to leave everything I love behind. And I would rather die alone than leave my partner suffering on their own.”

“That’s what I love about you y/n.”

A loving sigh slipping from his tongue, Gojo took a step forward, cupping your face with utter delicacy. Yet you felt more than revolted by his sudden intimacy, struggling to writhe away from his tightening grip.

“You are always so kind, so considerate ... something I cannot find in anyone else other than you. But think about it sweetheart! You and I are both special-grade sorcerers, but I can protect you from the curses — at the same time giving you the moon and stars. We could move in together, you wouldn’t even need to work anymore. Why make your life harder when I could simply provide for you? Seriously —”

“S-Satoru, I hate to tell you this but you’re pushing the boundaries right now.” Trying to reason with the sorcerer, you spoke with a harsher tone, praying that Gojo would get the hint and respect your choices. “You’re out of your mind! And why would you force

Nonetheless, your words fell on deaf ears.

“Now this is not how you should react when someone offers you their heart and soul.” The light in his cerulean eyes darkened, cyan hues glimmering beneath the penumbra of nightfall. “And I know you are a smart young woman, so you’d come to realise what is in your best interest. I really don’t want to do this to you y/n; but if you are trying to push me away from your life again, I would have to keep you to my side — the hard way.”

With that, he pulled down his blindfold.

You were aware of how dangerous Infinite Void was; still, experiencing it first-hand was one hell of a terrifying experience. Fleeting images flashed across your vision as if all of this was in fastforward motion, depicting your fate in the past along with future. As certain blurred vestiges showed up, your heart sank in indescribable despair; moments of you and none other than Gojo were portrayed — blood splattered across the labyrinth of streets in Tokyo, your trembling hands intertwined with his, platinum bands wrapped around both of your ring fingers, adorable kids that were exact replicas of both of you. At this point, you could feel the will to fight back dwindling to fickle embers.

No matter what you did, Gojo would always find his way back to you.

Even if he had to tear the world apart with his hands.

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scmg11 · 3 years

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HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

PERSONAL TRAINER AU (PART 4)

Summary: Hailee and Y/N go in a club. Things are going great until a little green monster makes an appearance.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 3871 words.

"Don’t pout at me! C’mon! You can do it."

Hailee pushed on after Y/N’s encouraging words and did her last round of 10 squats before collapsing on the floor with a pained but satisfied groan, grateful that Y/N always pushed her beyond her limits to achieve new goals. "What do I have to do to make you stop torturing me every time we workout?"

"It’s been almost two months and I noticed that the drama queen in you only makes her appearances after our gym sessions." Y/N snickered and walked towards the brunette sprawled in a mess of limbs on the mat on the floor, opening the bottle that was in her right hand and pouring water on the singer’s face, who was laying with her eyes closed to try to relax her aching muscles. Hailee screeched loudly when she felt some cold liquid meet her warm face, shaking her head side to side and using her hand to dry up her face, looking up at a guilty looking Y/N, who was definitely pretending being sorry, "ops?" Y/N shrugged and tapped the water bottle, her smile fighting to crumble her pouty face.

"Y/N." Hailee growled darkly with an annoyed look in her eyes, moving quickly and with a swift motion of her legs she swept Y/N off her feet and made her fall on the mat with a loud thud, the black haired girl looking up at her astonished. Hailee acted fast, taking advantage of the blue eyed girl’s disoriented state, and put Y/N’s lessons into practice, forcing her friend’s arms to lie along her body and locking them under her legs while straddling her torso, preventing the girl from escaping her grip, before grabbing her water bottle and emptying it on Y/N’s face and torso, not caring about some splashes soaking her own pants and shirt in the process.

"Hailee! Stop! Stop! I got the point! I’m sorry!" Y/N pleaded while uselessly trying to protect herself from the singer’s attack.

Hailee stopped when the bottle was completely emptied, throwing it behind her shoulders, the bottle landing somewhere on the floor, "a-ha! now we’re even!" Hailee looked down at Y/N satisfied and only then she realized the slightly compromising position they were in, stopping her mind from going places while her eyes raked up and down the blue eyed girl’s doused state and bit her lip softly, her brown hues fixing in the now wet top Y/N was sporting, a glimpse of her abs showing under the transparent garment. Busy studying every inch of Y/N, trapping herself in a dazed state, Hailee let her thighs loosen their hard grip on Y/N’s arms and hands. The singer’s slip up let the black haired beauty free her arms, using her left hand to caress mindlessly Hailee’s knee.

"You got your clothes wet too!"

"It was worth it." Hailee smirked, her smug attitude showing off, "I got my revenge and I succeeded in knocking you down."

"Even if I’m completely drenched for this achievement, I’m proud of you. Good job!" Y/N praised tapping her knee softly, a joyful look shining brightly in her blue eyes, the light coming in from the window illuminating those blue hues in an intoxicating way, making them look like they were two sapphires.

"Thank you!" She told her with her tongue trapped between her teeth in a sweet smile and battling her eyelashes. The two stared intensely at one another for a minute, not saying anything else in that moment. Hailee didn’t know if it was for the fact that it’s been a week since she admitted her feelings for Y/N, a week of them joking around - sometimes slightly flirting - with each other, or for the fact that her workouts were showing off the first results, getting slightly ripped and noticing her muscles starting to get more defined, gaining in the meantime more self-esteem each day to be bolder with her friend and to not completely embarrass herself, or for the fact that it was becoming really difficult for her to not spill her feelings for Y/N at any given time, but she didn’t know what overcame her, not really controlling the bold and cheeky words that rolled over her tongue and out of her mouth in that moment, "even tho I must admit… when I pictured you under me all wet, it wasn’t because of a water bottle…" But the blush that appeared on Y/N’s cheeks and the face that the blue eyed girl made when her words hit the personal trainer’s ears were so worth it she wasn’t even slightly embarrassed for being so straight-forward.

But her bubble of confidence was popped by the black haired beauty who, after gaining back some resemblance of boldness, looked up at her with the sexiest look Hailee ever had the privilege of being on the receiving end of, and smirked up at her, while her finger traveled up and caressed her right thigh up and down in a teasing way, "well, there’s definitely something wrong with this scenario." The blue eyed girl trailed off and before Hailee could sputter a pathetically whined ‘what’ at the sultry voice speaking to her, not understanding she meant with her statement, she saw the room moving in a blur before her back collided with the mat, noticing that Y/N just switched their positions up rapidly, now the black haired girl was the one straddling the singer and looking down at her with smugness and what Hailee dubbed as arousal, "now it’s perfect! Remember this-" Y/N leaned down, brushing her nose on her cheek on her way to her ear - Hailee was sure Y/N did that on purpose - to whisper hotly, "I’m always on top." And then as quickly as it happened, Y/N pulled away and got up, stretching her hand out to help Hailee up, the brunette inwardly screaming for what just happened and why it ended so soon.

In the last week she noticed Y/N’s dominant flirty nature, participating in some back and forth teasing and always being the looser with an all too familiar by now pressure between her legs and her body warm all over from arousal. But for some reason this felt different, this felt heavier, and Hailee was sure the room shouldn’t spin like that.

She accepted Y/N’s helping hand and got up, her legs wobbly - knowing for a fact it wasn’t for the intense workout she just finished - making her lose her balance and almost fall on her ass in the floor. Almost. Before she could crash embarrassingly on the floor, a pair of strong arms circled her hips and helped her regain some balance, the solid grip on her waist making Hailee lean her body on Y/N’s ripped one, "easy there tiger." The personal trainer chuckled softly while caressing the brunette’s back with one of her hands around Hailee’s torso, "don’t worry, it can happen after an intense workout. Tomorrow you’ll be completely fine." Oh trust me Y/N, our workout wasn’t the reason why I can’t even stand. You and your flirty ways are the reasons why I almost combusted with arousal.

"Damn it! I was hoping you would have had some mercy on me and let us skip our combat skills lesson tomorrow." The singer taunted her personal trainer, batting her big doe eyes at her and jutting her bottom lip out in the cutest pout she ever mustered to make her reconsider their workout tomorrow.

Hailee swore she saw the corners of Y/N’s lips, already up in a small smile, falter a little, noticing the personal trainer gulped almost imperceptibly, staring at her lips for a very long time to be considered friendly, before covering everything up with a snarky remark, "nice try popstar, I’m not relenting that easily."

Hailee mumbled under her breath, "damn it!". Her words caused a chuckle to escape Y/N’s lip and right then and there Hailee felt like she was in a cartoon, feeling a lightbulb appear above her head and lighting up with an idea, "y’know…" Hailee trailed off casually, skimming her finger up and down Y/N’s arm softly, the black haired beauty eyeing her suspiciously but not succeeding in suppressing the shivers Hailee’s fingers triggered on their wake, much to the brunette’s delight, "you still have to pay up for our bet." Hailee finished, drawing each word slowly, relishing on the emotions flitting on Y/N’s face fast, from confusion, to realization, to fear in mere seconds.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." Hailee smirked mischievously, her eyebrows wiggling wickedly, "don’t worry, I’m going to start with a simple one."

"Alright, what is your first request?"

Kiss me. "I have a party tonight and you are coming with me."

"Really?"

"Yes! We had fun last week! You’re entertaining and funny when you’re not bossing me around or kicking my ass during our workout sessions." Hailee taunted and snickered when Y/N slapped her shoulder softly with a roll of her eyes, her other arm still circling her hips softly.

"You’re just trying to get me drunk so I’ll be hungover the next day to let you skip another training session."

"Me?!" Hailee asked feigning being outraged, her hand on her chest and the bewildered expression on her face only causing a laugh to escape the blue eyed girl’s mouth, cracking Hailee’s façade in a second, "but seriously, I enjoy spending time with you…" she told her sincerely, the girl smiling fondly at her words.

"I have to admit you’re not too bad to hang out with."

Hailee smiled at her mischievously, "besides, getting you drunk to skip our workout on Saturday morning would be a good bonus." Y/N pushed her jokingly with a soft laugh, causing the singer to pull away from Y/N’s arms.

"Okay how about this. 5 vodka shots. Who drinks them first will decide what to do tomorrow morning?" Y/N stretched her hand out for Hailee to take to seal their deal.

"Hey, you still have to do what I say! So I can easily say to not workout Saturday morning." Hailee pointed her forefinger at Y/N, who shook her head at the singer.

"No, because the privilege of bossing me around is only for a day, so you have today to ask whatever you want me to do. Our workout will be tomorrow and my payment will be over then." Hailee pouted so cutely Y/N really considered on doing just what Hailee asked, but decided against it in the end, not wanting to sound too desperate.

"Fine! I’m still 100% sure we’re not going to workout tomorrow." Hailee told Y/N nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders and looking down at her nails, while the blue eyed girl smirked up at her.

"And why is that?"

"Because I’m going to win once again tonight." Hailee told her in determination.

"It’s on popstar."

"WOHO! YES! SUCK IT STEINFELD! I WON!"

Hailee drank her last shot and pouted at her friend, who was smiling so brightly she was lightning up the entire room, "you cheated!"

"I can assure you I did not. So I’m going to enjoy bossing you around for an entire day!"

"You already do it everyday!" Hailee’s pout intensified, Y/N’s eyes traveling down on the jutted out lip and stared for a few seconds, before focusing her attention on the singer’s brown eyes before she could lean forward.

"This time I can boss you around outside our workouts too!" Y/N didn’t know what came over her - she blamed the alcohol for her sudden boldness - but she leaned over and kissed Hailee’s cheek soundly, pulling away just a few inches to look into her eyes, their faces so close their noses where a breath away from touching. Y/N failed to notice the blush forming on the singer’s cheeks and Hailee was really beyond grateful for that, her senses spiking at the contact of Y/N’s soft lips on her skin, but she reacted quickly, not wanting to embarrass herself, already feeling the vodka kicking in and intoxicating her senses.

"I still have 4 hours to boss you around tho. So my next request is…" Hailee paused for good measure. Kiss me. "Let’s go dance!" Hailee grabbed Y/N’s wrist and dragged her on the dance floor, surfing the dancing bodies to find a nice spot to dance with Y/N. They danced care-freely, smiling up at each other, closing their eyes and getting lost in the upbeat music. After sometime the melody changed and a heavy, sensual beat waved out of the speakers and into the room full of sweaty people, Hailee gulping at the song, remembering the meaning behind it. A wicked but really dangerous idea came into her by now intoxicated mind and acted on it before she could second-guess it. She walked closer to Y/N and snaked her arms around her shoulders, the personal trainer was taken aback to say the least but rounded her own arms around Hailee’s waist like it was second nature and pulled their bodies together just a tiny bit, still in an appropriate distance between each other. They danced in this position for a while, until she bridge of the song changed the beat into a much sexier one and Hailee turned around, flushing her back on the blue eyed girl’s front and let her ass grind on her, feeling the hands on her hips gripping the streak of skin that was displayed where her shirt had ridden up a bit. Hailee smirked inwardly at the gesture and ground her hips harder into Y/N’s groin and she swore she heard a guttural groan come out the girl’s lips, the sound traveling from Hailee’s left ear all the way down to her core.

"Hailee! I’ve been looking for you for a while now! There you are!" Hailee felt the impending need to punch her friend right into her face at the interruption popping Hailee’s and Y/N’s bubble up. Hailee wanted to whine when she felt Y/N pull away from her and lowering her hands from her hips, restoring an appropriate distance between them. "We are making a toast! C’mon!" She smiled up at the singer, before regarding Y/N beside her, "I’m taking her just for a little while, it’ll only be a few minutes."

Y/N just plainly nodded and smiled politely, mumbling then with a forced smile, "of course! Go ahead." She nodded in a casual direction and smiled at Hailee, transmitting through her eyes at Hailee that it was okay, the singer staring at her with regret clear in her brown orbs and the personal trainer shook her head fondly, mouthing softly, "it’s okay, now go". She watched Hailee mouth back ‘thank you’ while being pulled away from her Y/N, the personal trainer noticing the sad and disappointed look in her eyes, conveying through her fondness to calm the brunette down and to let her enjoy her time with her friends.

It took more than a few minutes for the toast. Once Hailee joined her friends in the VIP section, everyone stopped by to make small talks to her that she definitely didn’t want to have. She just wanted to go back to the blue eyed beauty. It was only an hour later that she found her way to the dance floor to look for the black haired girl, hoping they could continue their previous dancing, her body immediately firing up at the memory. Her hopes were crushed down a few moments later when she found the blue eyed girl in a club’s corner sucking faces - in a way that shouldn’t be public - with a blond douche, who right in that moment snaked his hands on her ass, squeezing it fervently before lifting the girl up to make her wrap her legs around his waist and lean their bodies on the wall. Hailee felt like she was frozen in her spot, her feet glued to the dance floor, staring at them with hurt clenching around her chest while a strong sensation clamped over her stomach making her queasy. She was aware of the bodies moving around her, but she was just… stuck. She felt a bunch of emotion bubbling up in her: jealousy, heartbreak, sadness, anger. She just wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole so she could cry in peace, but she also wanted to walk up to them and punch the guy so hard in his face and show him how Y/N should be kissed. But neither of those options, especially the former, would never happen, so she just stared at them, overwhelmed with emotions and with the need to cry. Just when Hailee decided it was enough staring at them - not wanting to be mistaken for a creepy pervert leering at couples getting it on on the dance floor, or not wanting to continue to hear her heart break more than she already did - the douche pulled away from Y/N’s lips and trailed his kisses down her neck, the black haired girl opened her eyes for a brief moment, mouth open to let her moan come out free, when it got stuck in her throat when she met a pair of familiar brown eyes, that were now showing plain sadness and were slightly glossy from unshed tears - luckily Y/N couldn’t see them this far away -, already staring at her, closing her mouth with a loud gulp. When Y/N saw Hailee shook her head and walk away she immediately pushed the guy away, mumbling an ‘I’ll be right back’ into the his ear before following the brunette - little did she know she won’t look for him after getting away from him-, yelling her name to make her turn around but to no avail, the music was too loud for the singer to hear her.

The brunette was startled by the voice, not expecting to hear that voice anytime soon since she was busy, "yes, I… needed to pee." Hailee grimaced at the first excuse that came out of her, and wiped away up her tears, drying up her face while taking deep calming breaths. When she felt she recovered enough to confront Y/N without crumbling down and cry, she went to flush her toilet to make her excuse believable, but before she could do that she heard the door open and close, then water running for a couple of seconds before it stopped.

"Oh hello there." The blue haired girl smiled up at a distressed Y/N leaning with her back on the sinks, staring at the stall’s closed door Hailee was in, waiting for the singer to come out of it to clarify everything to her. Y/N didn’t know why she felt the need to explain what the brunette saw - beside she totally knew why - but she wanted to. Sue her.

"Hi." Y/N told the stranger dismissively, resisting the urge to roll her eyes because not now.

"What is a pretty girl like you, waiting all alone here?"

"Not looking for an hook up, let me clarify it for you." The personal trainer side-eyed her quickly before refocusing her attention on the closed door, getting nervous from waiting for the brunette.

"That’s a shame, babe." Y/N felt the girl approach her and grab a strand of her hair, swirling it between her fingers and standing too much closer for the blue eyed girl’s likings, "I noticed you on the dance floor and wondered what other wonderful things that hips can do." The girl bit her lips in what she thought seductively while her eyes raked her body not-so-subtly up and down, but Y/N just wanted to laugh at the poor attempt, her mind wandering on an image of Hailee biting her lips in concentration, her heart beat spiking up at that.

On the bathroom stall Hailee was clenching her jaw hard, jealousy taking over her and made her act quickly, flushing the toilet and walking out of the bathroom, Y/N widening her eyes after perking up at her, ready to explain everything, "Hail-"

"We can go now babe…" Hailee put on a sweet tone and flashed Y/N a smile, before letting an angry frown to flit over her features to witness the stranger flirting with Y/N. "And you are?"

"Busy talking with this hottie. Get lost Bigfoot." Hailee’s mouth dropped open at the nickname and felt her fists clench hard, wanting to punch this bitch really hard.

"I told you I’m not interes-"

"Don’t worry babe, Legzilla here was about to leave…" She pointedly stared at Hailee, annoyance clear in her eyes, before refocusing her attention on Y/N, "So we can continue our conversation or… we can not talk at all." She suggested in a low tone, getting impossibly closer to the black haired girl who was clearly uncomfortable by this annoying and unrelenting girl.

And it was when the brunette met Y/N pleading eyed that she had enough.

"Okay, listen here dickhead, she isn’t interested. So fuck off."

"Oh you’re her babysitter or something? I don’t want to repeat it again. Get. Lost." The girl pulled away from Y/N - "finally", they both thought - and walked towards Hailee, clearly too short compared to the singer, watching her from above with an angry stare. Hailee merely crossed her arms above her chest and stared at her smugly, an arrogant smirk flitting on her lips.

"I’m her girlfriend bitch. So if you don’t stop hitting on her when she clearly told you, many times, she wasn’t interested, I’m going to stop you." Hailee had this fierceness in her eyes that made the two other girls gulp for two different reasons, the blue haired girl in fear and Y/N in arousal.

The girl mumbled a ‘sorry’ before hanging her head dejected and exited the bathroom.

When silence enveloped the two girls, Y/N quickly spoke up, "Haiz, for what you saw earlier…"

"You don’t have to explain anything Y/N." Hailee interrupted her, talking with a strained voice that was so unusual coming from Hailee when she talked to Y/N that the black haired beauty shivered at the underlying coldness in her voice, "you don’t have to justify your actions to me. You can do whatever you want."

"I still want to. And thank you for, y’know…" she scratched the back of her head, "helping me with miss ‘I don’t take a no for an answer’."

"Your welcome…" Hailee’s strained smile made Y/N’s stomach churn with guilt, watching her stand beside her washing her hands, drying them up and walking over the doors to exit the bathroom, before stopping abruptly and whispering a ‘fuck it’ that Y/N heard due to the silence surrounding the room, before turning around and staring at Y/N now with a raging fire burning behind her eyes, striding over her with purpose. She took a quick look at her watch and sighed, "it’s 12:15 a.m., your payment is up but I have a request." Hailee started tentatively, not sure if the girl will comply to her request.

"Shoot."

A/N: what do you think Hailee will ask to Y/N? 😉 stay tuned to find out!

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fatui-gf · 3 years

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*grabby hands* subby kaeya,, (would prefer if it was gender neutral with female anatomy)

sub!Kaeya x dom!gn!Reader (afab anatomy)

word count: 1670

this work includes: fingering (m receiving), oral (m giving), overstimulation, praise and kinda Kaeya confessing his feeling but that doesn't really need a warning, I'm just a sucker for romantic stuff, nsfw is under the cut as usual

Hi, thank you so much for your request! I’ve been wanting to write something for Kaeya because he’s one of my favourite characters and I’ve never even stopped using him. I hope you like this scenario, feel free to share your thoughts with me!! :D

Kaeya held the title of the most romantic and charming person in Mondstadt for quite a while now. His flirtatious nature obviously got a lot of people to dream of him at night, hoping to get him all for themselves.

You could consider yourself lucky as you were the one Kaeya had an eye on ever since you’ve stepped your feet in the city. From this way forward he has made it his goal to steal your heart. You’ve seen so much already, all the way from flirty lines to getting handed red roses.

It was definitely hard not to fall for him, especially when he was doing so much to get your attention, however it often got passed as his usual behaviour. That’s just how he was, right? It’s just in his blood, isn’t it? Who would have predicted that you’d get the cavalry captain all on his knees just for you?

“What?” you blurted out as the tension finally got unbearable.

Kaeya kept staring at you this whole day, his lilac hues following your every move, as if he was analyzing them. It was flattering, sure, but it got a little too flustering after a while.

“Huh? Am I not allowed to admire your beauty? It’s not everyday that I come across someone this cute” he winked at you, giving you his signature smile.

“You’re cheesy” you replied looking back to what you were previously doing, cleaning your weapon after today’s commission work that Kaeya of course helped you with.

The man was very clingy today, almost like he had done something and wanted to sway you so you wouldn’t get mad. He couldn’t help but just chuckle at your comment.

“Hey, I can help you with that-” his words got cut off as you faced him

“What’s with you today? Did something happen? You haven’t left my side since morning, are you that in love with me or what?” you asked with a smirk and was met with a silence

“Um… y/n, what if I told you that I am?” you stopped in your tracks. Was he serious?

“I don’t know, you seem to be flirty with everyone” you shrugged it off, not really hoping for him to reciprocate the feelings.

Then you felt a strong grip on your shoulders, Kaeya’s eyes staring deep inside yours. He was frustrated, he wanted you to believe him but he knew what his reputation was like, he knew everything. He breathed out and let his grip soften, there was no point in getting too much into it. Instead, he just leaned in leaving a small, surprisingly shy peck on lips. The man who never got embarrassed to flirt, so confident was now standing there, playing with his finger to ease his nervousness.

“Well, do you believe me now?” he asked, his cheeks showing a red tint

You felt a little guilty for not believing him right away but at the same time you didn’t mind that he proved his affection for you with a kiss. It was quite cute actually, what was cuter though was his troubled expression.

Face flushed, his lips slightly trembling, awaiting an answer from you. God, was he precious. You leaned in and got him into a deeper kiss, your hands tracing his back, wandering aimlessly caressing his body. It felt good to have something this genuine, this alluring. The captain's eyes gleamed with need as you pulled away, he had longed for this for such a long time, of course you can’t leave him hanging like this, right?

“I will never forget this feeling” Kaeya commented with a smile, he was so happy and it felt so good to know that you were the reason behind his joy.

You took his hand, squeezing it and giving him the little thumb rub that just made his heart go insane. It was beating so loudly, you could clearly hear it. You slowly led him to the bedroom, his nervousness growing more and more. He suddenly didn’t really know what to do, what to say, it overcame him, scared of screwing up, he looked up at you.

You brushed through his long blue hair with your hand and patted him on the head to reassure him that everything was going to be alright.

“I’ll make sure that all of the neighbours know my name” you teased Kaeya, something so rewarding in the way he covered the half of face to hide the blush.

“Hey, am I not allowed to admire your beauty?” you used his own line on him managing to get out a heartwarming chuckle from him.

You moved away his hand from his face, letting yourself see him more fully. Oh how much did you want to see waves of pleasure affect his expression, the thought of it alone was too much to handle. You quickly came to one of the drawers and pulled out a red, silky ribbon. Kaeya could feel his heart in his throat.

“First be a good boy and undress for me,” you said, sitting back to get a good view of your flustered boyfriend as he slowly got up from the bed.

He started to take off his clothes, trying to make himself look as good as possible, sticking out his butt and tracing his bare chest with his fingers.

As he stood there in his underwear, you couldn’t take it anymore and gently pushed him onto the bed, grabbing his wrists and wrapping them with the red ribbon, tying it into a cute bow. You used the other one to cover up his eyes, forcing him for his other senses to strengthen now that he had to let go of his sight.

You sat on top of him, showering his body in kisses and love bites, clearly marking your territory and listening to the little whimpers the captain would let out. His neck was the way to go, not only was it a visible place but it was also very sensitive for him. A mere breath near his neck made him squirm, having your lips all over it just made him produce louder sounds, more erotic sounds.

“I can tell my prince enjoys himself” you said, him blushing harder at the nickname you gave him. He wanted you to say it again and again and again. This man really has a praise kink.

“Y-yes, y/n…” he managed to say between his breaths.

He then inhaled even more sharply as he felt your wet tongue make your way with his nipples. His body started shaking a little, pulling on the ribbon tied to the bed frame, sweat already dripping down his forehead.

“You’re so good for me, I love hearing you squirm all for me”

He kept moaning, his hips rising, trying to rub himself on you, so desperate for your touch, so needy.

“What are you doing? Is my prince that desperate? Use your words, puppy” Kaeya could feel his need growing even more.

“Please fuck me, y/n, p-please, I need your touch…” he mumbled

“What was that? i didn’t hear it”

“I-I said, please fuck me, please, I want to feel you”

His words drove you off the edge, you removed his underwear completely, along with you garments. His dick was throbbing, you could easily tell how needy he was just from that. It rested against his stomach, he looked adorable.

To see the whole picture, you took off his blindfold. The light suddenly hit Kaeya’s eyes as he blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the brighter lighting in the room. You placed a few fingers inside of him, thrusting them, the tips of your fingers hitting his prostate. He wanted to cover his mouth to hide that he was practically drooling all over the place at this point, his eyes barely open, just slightly watching you rearrange his guts with a few fingers. It felt way better than when he would do it alone. You kept thrusting as he got closer and closer.

“Y-y/n, I think I’m going to cum, I-I think I might be close” he breathed heavily with you suddenly pulling out all of the fingers.

“H-hey, you’re cruel” he protested, trying to convince you with his puppy dog eyes.

“You have to earn it, sweetheart”

He knew exactly what to do when you found yourself quite literally above his face, his nose right at your entrance, it was hard to do it without being able to use his hands to hold you in place but he still did his best. It felt so loving and intimate as his tongue explored your insides, causing you to let out sounds of pleasure.

He was a very attentive lover, taking into account every sound you made, this way analyzing where it felt the best and how to do it. He wanted to please you as much as he could, finally driving you to an orgasm. He licked his lips and sent you a gentle wink.

“You’re definitely a really good boy, I’m so glad to have you. You did really well, I think you deserve a reward” Kaeya’s eyes gleamed as he heard the word “reward” just like a dog when you tell it that you’ll go for a walk.

You lifted his ass up a little bit, putting your fingers back inside it and using your other hand to stimulate his penis. He felt so much pleasure at once, he could swear he was going insane. You could hear the loudest moans escape his mouth as he came, his eyes half lidded, tears forming in the corners from the stimulation. You didn’t stop though.

“H-hey, I’m so sensitive righ-... F-fuck” he swore under his breath as you overstimulated him.

He bit his lips with his eyes closing completely, his moans sounded kind of like screams until he came again, breathing even harder. You leaned closer to him, placing a small kiss on his nose.

“You really are my good boy”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x you #kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #dom!reader #sub!kaeya #imagine #scenario #fanfiction

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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Arranged Marriage to Thor

Thor Odinson Headcanon

Warnings: NSFW Content

You were a princess of a similar planet to Asgard

But your planet and asgard were on the brink of war, and so your father offered a solution

You

He proposed to odin that his only daughter marry his eldest son, Thor

The goal was unite the two planets and Odin quickly agreed, knowing that this particular war may not be so easy to win

And so, you- just eighteen summers old- were sent to asgard to meet your future husband

You were beyond terrified, to say the least

Not to mention you just knew the prince was going to be vile

This wasn’t the first time your father had tried to marry you off, and usually he introduced you to the ugliest and most vile men on the planet

But maybe Asgard would be different

Or so you hoped

You had a long flowing dress on with your long hair free

It was traditional on your planet to grow your hair so you had never cut it so long as you had been alive

When you first landed on asgard, accompanied by your mother, father, and a few kingsmen, you nearly burst into tears

You thought that Odin was Thor at first and nearly booked it back to the carriage

“Father, I refuse to marry him! I can’t! He’s too old!” You cried

“Well then it’s a good thing you won’t have to, my dear,” Odin said while Frigga suppressed a smile

Your parents simply chuckled

You were confused as to why everyone was laughing at you, until the real Prince stepped up

Your jaw hit the floor

You were quite literally stunned into silence at the god before you

He was absolutely gorgeous

And he wore the most charming smile as he bowed down to you

“My princess...”

“I...”

“It seems he’s already won her over,” Your father laughed

Thor merely grinned at you

When you finally did snap out of it, you gave a hurried, embarrassed bow

“My prince, I do apologize for my behavior. It’s just that...well, I was expecting someone a bit more...vile.”

Thor let out a hearty laugh while his brother, presumably, rolled his eyes

“Come my princess, I shall show you around your future home. I assure you there will be no vile creature on Asgard for you.”

Flushed, you quickly hurried beside him

“Again, I am terribly sorry about that. I thought that the King was you, my prince.”

“Yes well, I suppose that if we are to be married then we should get used to embarrassing ourselves.”

“You are quite right, my prince,” You said with a smile

The two of you then spent the rest of the evening walking through Asgard, your future home

It seemed that the more you talked to Thor, the more you seemed to like him

He was charming, funny, and kind- though he was a bit full of himself

He often showed off with his lightning and Mjolnir, though you would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed

“If only I possessed powers like that,” You said in awe

“You may not but someday our children will,” Thor said absentmindedly

You felt heat travel through your veins but said nothing

Finally, after a few day of your stay, it was decided

You and Thor were due to be wed immediately

Not that either of you had much of a choice, but it did help that you both became quite fond of each other

You figured you wouldn’t mind being married if it was someone like Thor

And likewise, he didn’t mind being married to someone as sweet, innocent, or witty as you

The wedding was absolutely beautiful and it happened on a midsummers eve

There were flowers everywhere and Thor’s entire kingdom was invited

Frigga and your mother helped you make the most gorgeous dress

Your father even shed a tear once he gave you away

The sun was low when you and Thor finally intertwined yourselves as a couple

It cast a gorgeous pink hue over the both of you, and it seemed the whole kingdom cheered for their new princess

In that moment, you found yourself truly happy

You had a feeling you would definitely grow to love your husband

Thor felt the same

Which was why he had no problem immediately whisking you away back to his bed chambers

The entire hall had been cleared for your privacy

Except for the maids, who bathed you and then prepared you for Thor

You were nervous, to say the least

You had never been with a man before as it was also traditional to save yourself for your wedding night

You hoped that Thor wouldn’t find you too revolting

But you found that was the complete opposite once you entered the chambers

He was waiting for you, a hazy smile on his face as he took in your appearance

Your hair was washed and still wet, smelling on honey and flowers

You wore nothing but a thin white gown, which was quickly thrown off in a matter of minutes

Thor took the liberty of asking if you were truly okay, telling you that he could wait if you were unsure

But you quickly told him that you were ready, excited even to experience something new

Once he was convinced, he set about making love to you

He first decided to get your body accustomed to pleasure, and set about attacking your sex with his mouth

You had never felt pleasure quite like that

It made you moan and wither and cry out like never before

You truly thought you were exploding when he brought you to the edge with just his fingers, but Thor assured you that it was normal

You were eager to have him inside you now, if that kind of pleasure was awaiting you

Slowly, Thor distracted you with soft kisses before sliding into your entrance

The pain you felt was uncomfortable but Thor wiped your tears and moved gently, letting you get used to his girth

Once the pain slowly began to fade away, the familiar pleasure took its place

And that night, as you rode your high over and over again, you found yourself wishing you had become the princess of Asgard sooner

#thor x reader #thor imagine #god of thunder #thor smut #thor headcanon #spicytea.txt

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Wild Thing

This is a second part, find part one here

Pairing | James Cook x reader

Summary | the aftermath of that night not only has Cook feeling immensely heartbroken, but also furious. And you, the one that caused all that pain, are the whom he is intent of directing his feelings towards. This time however, he is not to make himself so vulnerable.

Warnings | angst, swearing, mentions of sex, shaming for sex (everyone is free to do what they want sexually and to their bodies), sex addiction.

Requested ☑️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

A fire burned in his chest, the flames reaching his face and causing a red hue to interpret the presentation of his milky skin. It was anger; he had been furious with you that night. broken by the shattering of his heart. It made him feel worthless, the way that you had just left with another bloke, abandoning him to satisfy the pity of his friends.

But you had returned to college, after your little suspension, and that amused and mischievous smile on your face riled him completely. Before if you wore it, he would want nothing more than to follow you into the nearest dark corner, and do unspeakable, yet brag worthy things with you.

However, he found himself not willing to give himself so easily away to you again. For you would do nothing more than discard him, and bend him to fulfil your insatiable lust during school hours. He knew that it wasn’t your best moment; there was shit tons of alcohol involved in your bloodstream, as there was his, but nevertheless, he saw your true colours, and had decided from then on out, that he had decided that he did not like them.

“Don’t worry about it mate, just ignore her.” Freddie was admittedly worried about his friend, albeit if he could easily annoy him and get under his skin. But nobody deserved such ignorant and hurtful treatment, after all, Freddie knew far too well of how that all felt. His relationship wit Effy was promptly messy, but he could not help but be enticed by the danger that she radiated.

“Yeah.” Cook shook his head, trying to convince himself to cool down, and listen to Freddie. “I, uh - I’ll meet you after class. Gonna go out and have a smoke, then, who fucking knows.” And thus, he walked away from his friend, heading towards the back doors that permitted him some fresh air.

Inside made him feel trapped, as though he were in a room again, surveying how you threw yourself at that stranger, willingly allowing him to grope you as you returned the favour. And then you left him, after he had made himself vulnerable to all eyes after opening up his heart.

That had been a grave mistake on his part, it was dumb idea for him to have thought of himself as anything more than another one of your toys, that you happened to throw away after one game, like a spoilt, and vindictive brat.

Everyone knew what you were like, Cook thought he had seen past the exterior that you flashed off, envisioning something deeper within you. But in the end, the only deep insight that a part of him ever had in you, was when his cock had been pounding in your pussy, that had swallowed god knows how many other dicks.

He breathed a breathy sigh, holding back his tears as he grew determined to stay strong through all that was happening. To his friends, he was the man. There was no soft side to him, and there sure as hell wasn’t supposed to be a girl that was able to break down his walls so easily.

You had made him feel weak, something he never wanted to experience again. And so he pulled out his box of cigarettes, wrapping his palm around the front so that he could light it without the wind dismissing his wishes, as you previously had done. He watched the fire balance on the end of the bud, but with a gust of wind, it disappeared, making him huff.

Nervously, you watched James from behind him, biting your lips as you silently closed the door. “Fucks sake!” He half yelled into the autumn day, throwing his useless lighter to the ground, finding it to be out of fuel, and no longer igniting the end of his fag.

“You need a light?” Your voice rang through his head like a painful echo, his shoulders wincing. He refused to turn, for he knew that taking one glimpse at your inducing face would break him all over again, and so he remained directing his eyes the opposite way, gulping before opening his gob.

“The fuck d’you want?” He spat out, shooting a droplet of saliva upon the concrete as he mindlessly dragged his shoes along the gravel. His tone made you shrink, though you continued closer, until you handed him the black encased lighter, unsurprised by how he roughly snatched it out of your hand.

He took a puff once he had brought fire to the end of his cigarette, refraining from turning from the side. “I’m a bitch.” You sighed, tugging your jacket closer around yourself, as the wind swept through your hair. Admitting you felt terrible would be a mistake, it would only set Cook off again, and that was the last thing you wanted. To make amends was your goal.

“Yeah, you are.” He agreed, carelessly throwing the s lighter sideways towards you, smirking as he heard you fumble to catch it. “Can’t even be polite about someone telling you that they care about you, all because you don’t care about yourself. You think of yourself as a rag doll that can be thrown around until the person playing with you makes you cum.”

Staring at the ground, you breathed through your nose as you really allowed the words to sink in. He wasn’t entirely wrong, pleasure was a distraction, an escape from the reality that you were forced to live in.

“I deserve that.” You nodded, finally feeling your heart stop as he turned to look at you. To say you looked different was an understatement, he hadn’t realised earlier since he was trying his utmost to avoid you, but you were dressed in baggy articles, and void of any traces of makeup. And you looked partially hungover, karma was a right bitch.

“You don’t deserve nothing.” He took another inhale of the toxins within the cigarette, trying to keep Freddie’s sense in his mind, though it was difficult to ignore you when you had sought him out to talk rather than a quick and mind fucking shag.

“Maybe.” You breathed steadily, shoving your hands in your pockets as your hidden fingers played with the lighter that he had returned. “But I messed up, and I know you understand that, because you push people away too Cook. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, I mean, I woke up in that guy’s bed, ‘n all i could think about was you. I’ve never been so stupid.”

“Speaking to me right now is pretty stupid of you.” He retorted, releasing a tension filled scoff. “Tell me y/n did you fuck that guy? Did you allow him to run his nasty hands all over your body, did you shove his cock inside of you, using him like you use everyone?”

“You already know that answer to that.” You replied, for sure not proud of yourself. “I have a problem, I think. There’s something fucked up inside of me Cookie, and I can never say no to someone that wants to do me.” Your hands grasped the air, as tears spilled from your eyes. “I think I need help.”

“What problem y/n/n?” Cook dug in deeper, needing more of an answer. It wasn’t enjoyable to see you cry, it made his veins turn to acid, burning him from the inside out, but this was the first instance that you had been so open with him.

“I think I’m a sex addict.” The words weighed heavy on your tongue, making them feel more real as you spoke them. “The doctor said he needs to do a couple more assessments then we’ll know for sure, but I really am fucked; in both ways. I can’t stop fucking, and I’m fucked up. I’m unable to commit to anybody because of this, but that doesn’t mean that in this sickness in my mind doesn’t leave room for me to leave room about it...”

“Fuck.” James dropped his cigarette, allowing you to fall into pieces within his arms. “We’ll get through this, I’ll help you, yeah?” He stroked your hair, making you bite your lip, inwardly pushing away the dirty thoughts that sparked within your head.

“I can’t ask that of you.” Your whimpered, finally feeling safe yet pained in the worst way whilst in his embrace.

“You don’t have to ask me. I’m here.” You gulped at his words, deep down knowing that you would get again fuck up, and he would not remain by your side for the long run. If he did, then he’d be insane.

#james cook imagine #james cook x reader #james cook #skins cook #skins x reader #skins imagine #jack o'connell #imagines #imagine #xreader

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hepaidattention · 3 years

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saved

where Stiles and Lydia actually get alone time after he and the pack save her from Eichen House.

“Stiles found his eyes drifting closed, unable to resist the pull of sleep any longer. His last thoughts were of the blissful reminder that Lydia Martin was in his arms, alive, and he was never going to let anything else ever hurt her again.”

“Stiles, I’m fine,” Lydia insisted, pushing his hand back only slightly. She held onto it, tight, but she pushed it away from her just enough to show that she could stand on her own. She gave him a smile that actually reached her eyes, the tears in them causing her hazel irises to sparkle. She had been through so much, but she still managed to stand up from the table on her own. “See?”

Stiles wasn’t letting go of her hand, “You don’t need to prove anything, Lyds, someone literally just performed trepanation to your skull,” he breathed out from his mouth, like if he didn’t he might pass out, “it’s okay to need help.”

“Stiles,” she placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing away tears stains with her thumb, “I’m okay, I promise.”

The sheriff had arrived, now talking to Lydia’s mom in the lobby of the clinic. Dr. Deaton and Scott were out there with them, all discussing the events of the night. Stiles was still in shock, he still felt like if he let go of Lydia’s hand it all would have been some big hallucination. It wouldn’t be the first time for him. Lydia could tell how concerned he still was so she nodded and said, “Okay, maybe I’m not a hundred percent.” She leaned on his arm, because in all honesty she really needed the support - she was just stubborn. “But I’m going to be fine, thanks to you.”

He scoffed a little, scratching the back of his neck as he raised his eyebrows in objection, “Lydia, trust me, I participated a pretty small part. Helping you limp out of a few hallways should hardly be categorized under ‘rescuing’.”

“Small?” She tweaked up her left brow, her right staying put. She pursed her lips and asked, “Did you make the plan?”

“Well, yeah,” he said like it was a ‘no duh’ question. He wasn’t wrong. “And it failed, miserably.”

She looked at her hand, as if it wasn’t real, then poked his chest. “Hm,”

He knew what she was doing. He sighed and said, “What?”

“Well, it sure feels like we’re alive,” she poked his cheek, “but if your plan failed, then I guess we must be dead.” She poked his cheek again. He gently grabbed her free hand (the poking one) and cracked a smile, which was her goal all along. He didn’t let go of either hand now, and she didn’t pull them away. She didn’t want to.

“Ha, ha,” he faked a laugh, but he was still smiling down at her, “okay, so maybe like ten percent of the plan worked. The rest was purely winging it, lots of unadulterated luck.” She was still looking at him with pursed lips, which unconsciously made his gaze fall to them. “Lots.”

It got still between them, Lydia realizing what he was staring at, Stiles having trouble looking away. Ever since he found her in Eichen House all he’s wanted to do was kiss her - he knew it was just old feelings being stirred up from the detrimental, gnawing reality of possible death, but he still couldn’t help but just want nothing more than to kiss her. That feeling should have faded - but it was more strong than ever before now. It didn’t help that he was pretty sure Lydia was thinking the exact same thing - she couldn’t be, could she? She was staring at his lips too, wasn’t she? Their eyes met then, and the electricity between them was hard for even a plain old human like him to deny. This was insane, he had to snap out of it. This was purely because life and death put them into survival mode. He tore his eyes from her own - a hand running through his mess of hair.

“Do you uh,” he cleared his throat, his mouth much drier than he expected, “do you need a ride home?”

“Stiles,” she smirked, looking behind her towards the lobby, then back at him, “I think my mom can drive me home.”

“Right! Right, yeah, right, right,” he was chewing on his bottom lip, his eyes staring down at the ground (too afraid to meet her gaze again). However, he still didn’t let go of her hands. He couldn’t. He wouldn't. He finally looked up, “Are you sure?”

“I mean,” she was looking tired again, really really tired. She leaned back into the table and yawned, “I’m highly sure my mom is here, and I’m pretty sure she’ll want to bring me home.”

He let loose one of her hands to help support her from her elbow. “Lyds, I think maybe you should sit back down,”

She nodded, surprisingly not arguing. He led her to a chair this time, rather than struggling to get her up on that table again. She sat down on the cold, black seat and let out a huff. “Who knew screaming could wear out a banshee.” She rested her hand on her fist, eyes closing.

Stiles pushed the hair from her eyes with his thumb, now standing on his knees in front of her. “Lydia?” he shook her knee just a little, “Lyds, remember what Deaton said,” this time he tucked the hair behind her ear since it kept persistently falling back in her eyes. “Can you tell me what he said?”

She smacked her mouth like she was in need of water and she nudged her head a little, an attempt of a nod. With eyes still closed she said, “I should try to stay awake for at least eight hours.”

“Yeah, exactly,” he puffed a soft laugh from his nose, “this doesn’t look a lot like trying to stay awake.”

“What does it look like then?” Her head went from staying up on her fist to finding Stiles’ arm that was lying across the side of the chair and laying her head on it like he was her pillow.

“Well, I’m not an expert, but it looks a lot like sleeping to me.”

“Shhh,” her pale lips pursed again, just to make the noise. God he wanted to kiss her. No, Stiles, snap out of it! You cannot and should not kiss Lydia Martin. “Stiles, I’m trying to sleep, don’t be so loud.”

He knew he needed to keep her awake, but he felt so guilty waking her. She looked so peaceful, and how could he find it in him to ask her (after everything she’d been through) to stay awake?

However, his dad did it for him. He waltzed in the room with his booming voice, announcing both their names as if they wouldn’t respond to just a quiet tap on the shoulder. The sound made Lydia jump up immediately. She grabbed both of his arms with a death grip, nails digging into his forearms with rattled breaths.

“Lyds, it’s okay, it's okay,” Stiles said soothingly, his hands turning up to grab her arms back in any way he could. She looked at the sheriff with wide eyes, then met Stiles' gaze. The fear in her expression melted, and her forehead fell into his. “It’s okay,” he said again, watching as she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. “I’m right here. I’m not gonna let anything else happen to you, okay?”

She nodded against his head. Stiles reluctantly pulled his head from hers, pried a hand from her tight grasp, and looked at his dad with sigh. “Yeah?”

“Well uh,” he looked a little uncomfortable, his eyes scanning the two of them as if he was trying to put the last pieces of the puzzle together, but they just didn’t fit. He knew they weren’t together, yet he couldn’t help but feel like at this moment, they were. “Well, Lydia’s mother, she’s uh, she’s gonna need to come down to the station. She wants to make a report on Eichen House and she doesn’t seem to want to wait - can’t really say I blame her. She was wondering if you one of us could -”

“I’ll bring her home,” he was holding her hand again now, Lydia squeezing back (tight), “No problem.”

“Alright, sounds good,” he cleared his throat again, his eyes flicking to their joined hands, then back to his son. “Scott ran off somewhere, god knows where, he mumbled something about Liam needin’ him or somethin’ like that. You sure you guys will be okay? I’m sure I can call a deputy down to help -”

“We’re fine, dad,” Stiles cut off his dad’s spiel with a half smile. “We’ll be fine. Lydia’s house is only like 10 minutes down the road.”

“Okay,” he nodded, still looking weary, “well, if you need me son, if you need anything,-”

“You’ll be the first one we call,” he stood up then, helping Lydia to her feet beside him. He wrapped an arm around her waist as she walked, much more steady than before but still weak. They stopped in front of his dad and he softly smiled as he said, “I promise, okay?”

The sheriff nodded, his forehead still frowning, but honestly that was his normal expression now-in-days. He patted his son on the shoulder and said, Alright, well, be safe.”

Stiles gave him a wink and, “Always,” before they made their way out of the clinic and to his jeep. He helped Lydia in the passenger seat first, then he made his way around the car, quickly to his seat before resting his hands on the steering wheel and letting out a long exhale.

“You okay?” Lydia asked him, the tone of concern in her voice. Stiles laughed, looking at her like she just made the funniest joke he’d heard all night (not that he’d heard very many jokes at all all night). She pouted at him, her head pressed against the headrest as she glared, “Why are you laughing?”

“Lydia, you literally almost died today, and you’re asking me if I’m okay.” He shook his head, his eyes on the steering wheel as if the car is supposed to drive itself. “You’re unbelievable.” He meant that in the highest of regards. She thinks.

“Hate to break it to you Stilinski,” she raised her head, trying to reach his eyes, “but you almost died today, too.”

He turned then, locking eyes with her, and his breath hitched in his chest. Her hazel hues glowing in the moonlight, the soft smile on her lips. She looked like death, not that he would ever tell her that, and she still was the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen walk his earth. A sudden flood of love overcame him, which then quickly was partnered with worry. “Are we sure it’s okay to bring you home? Shouldn’t - shouldn’t Deaton want to keep you overnight for observation? Shouldn’t we make sure you’re going to be alright-”

“Stiles,” she grabbed his knee and squeezed. It stilled his bouncing leg, and stilled his racing thoughts. “Take me home,” her mouth curved up just slightly, “please. I just want to go home.”

“Okay,” He nodded and he felt tears pricking his eyes again. Why? Now was not an appropriate time to cry, dear god Stiles - just drive. “Okay.” He shook his head and let out an uneasy breath as he started the ignition, the jeep purring awake. “Let’s get you home.”

He helped Lydia in her room, waited for her as she showered, and now he was wrapping covers around her legs, propping pillows behind her back, and fidgeting around like the world was going to end if he stopped moving for two seconds. He was rambling now, going on about all the things she needed and looking around the room for something to help ease her discomfort. “Stiles,” she said, hoping he’d stop moving like a fly trapped in a jar.

He didn’t hear her. “Do you need anything to eat? No? Drink, maybe? Water? God, I bet you’re freakin’ thirsty -” he looked at her dry lips and ran a hand through his once spiky hair. All the gel had been combed out by his own nervous hands. “When was the last time you had anything to drink? - ya know what, I’m just - I’m just gonna go get you some water.”

Before Lydia could protest, he was gone. She sighed, leaning her head back on the pillows and watching the ceiling. The mistletoe and everything else Deaton did helped, but she could still hear the voices, when there was nothing else to listen to, nothing else to keep her mind off the pain. She closed her eyes, sucked in a breath, then released it only to suddenly hate the idea of sleeping.

“Stiles,” she shouted, the voices slowly getting louder the longer he was gone. What was taking him so long? “Stiles!” She was getting frantic. She started ripping the blankets from her legs, her feet ready to go searching for him, when he came practically falling in the room with a glass of water in his hand.

“What? Are you okay? What happened?” he stumbled at the side of the bed, falling to his knees in an instant. He sat the glass down instinctively and immediately checked her like something was physically wrong - cupping her face with his hand and searching her eyes.

Lydia shook her head, feeling a little guilty, “I’m fine, sorry, I just…” there was no reason to lie, this was Stiles. He’d seen her at her worst and told her she was beautiful for it. “The voices, they just get really loud when it’s quiet.”

“Right, okay,” he licked his lip top lip, then bit down, looking around her room like he would find answers. “Quiet equal bad, we can work with that.”

“Just don’t…” she held onto him tight, like he was her anchor, “don’t leave me again.”

Stiles was giving her that mouth gaped open, nodding like a speechless idiot face. “Uh, yeah, yeah you go it - no more leaving.” Then his eyes caught sight of her nightstand, three DVD’s stacked beside her lamp. “What about a movie then? Yeah? Doctor’s orders?”

Lydia wanted nothing more than to sleep, but she knew sleeping sounded like the scariest thing she would do today. She nodded, realizing then that she was crying - she wasn’t even sure what that started happening. No wonder Stiles acted like her very life was in his hands, she probably looked like a ticking time bomb. She also realized she was holding Stiles’ hand, which she needed to let go of for him to put a movie on.

Stiles put on the movie, one of Lydia’s favorites - he didn’t even have to ask, he just knew the perfect movie she would love. It was her comfort movie, and he knew it. Then he crawled back beside her bed and leaned his body against the side. His face was on the corner of her mattress, watching the previews like he’d never seen the trailer for a chick flick before. He was so exhausted, she could tell he was doing everything in his power to stay awake. She was lying down, curling up as close to him as possible, but she felt cold and alone. Every time she closed her eyes she could see Eichen House, the doctors, the patients, the victims. She could hear the voices seeping into her mind. The only time she remembered being at peace was when she was holding Stiles’ hand. She couldn’t do that very well right now, and if she was honest she didn’t want to just hold his hand.

“Stiles,”

“Hm?” he said sleepily. He nudged his head back, looking at her with all the love he could muster (which was a lot). “Something wrong?”

“No, it’s just… you don’t have to sit on the floor you know.”

He looked so confused, his brows knitting together as he looked at her bed, then back to her eyes. “I don’t?”

“I have a king size bed, Stiles. There’s plenty of room up here for the two of us.”

“Yeah?” she didn’t waver, so he then said, “Yeah, okay, yeah,” he stood up, crawling on the bed from the end, “plenty of room, right? Not like we have to cuddle or something-”

Once he got to the top she pulled on his arm, wrapping it around her waist and snuggling into his embrace as he settled into the bed beside her. Stiles was in shock. He knew this was purely platonic need for physical touch in he midst of a mental and emotional crisis… but he was spooning Lydia Martin, and it was her choice. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

He didn’t know how to answer. He just stammered out, “Sur-sure, yeah,”

“Stiles,” she intertwined her fingers with his and looked back at him with a frown, “Promise me you won’t go anywhere?”

His face relaxed, meeting her eyes like she was the only thing that brought his mind to peace. He could have a thousand thoughts racing at once, but when she looked at him, everything was still. “I’m not going anywhere,” he tightened his arm around her, “I promise.” She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. His eyes fluttered, “What was that for?”

“A thank you,” she turned back towards the movie, snuggling further into his embrace. “For saving me.”

He whispered back, “What else was I gonna do? I couldn’t let you die. I’d lose my freakin’ mind.”

She didn’t answer, she just closed her eyes with a smile on her face. Within minutes she was sound asleep in his arms. He just watched her, terrified about what would happen if he fell asleep too. Someone drilled a hole in her beautiful freakin’ head - that had to be bad for the brain, right? He watched the movie some, but when she’d flinch or squirm his attention immediately went back to her - holding his breath every time until she showed signs of being alright.

It had been so long since he allowed himself to think like this - so long since he’d allowed himself to even consider Lydia as anything but a friend. The thing was, he knew he still was just that for her - just a friend. Stiles was always who she went to when she was hurting, but never who she went to when she was in the mood for a good cuddle or a make-out session. That wasn’t them - he had been friend-zoned far too long now for that.

That didn’t change the fact that he now was realizing something he didn’t want to realize. Through all the years of knowing Lydia, his feelings for her were once shallow, fragile, inexperienced - but now, her laying in his arms after almost dying, he knew what she really meant to her. It killed him that he was allowing himself to think this way, but the thing was he always knew, he just wouldn’t let himself get so far as to put words to it. It hurt too much.

Lydia flinched, Stiles holding just a little tighter, and she relaxed back in his arms. He whispered so quietly, he could hardly hear himself even say it: “I love you, Lydia Martin.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, eyes closed, “I love you, too.” Stiles popped up, his ears having to have played a trick on him. Then in her sleep she mumbled, “No mom, I don’t need another prada bag.”

Stiles laughed to himself and fell into the bed again. The hardest part was knowing tomorrow he’d wake up with Lydia Martin in his arms, and then having to go through the rest of his day acting like it meant nothing to either of them. Like it was nothing to him but pure platonic cuddling, for emotional support only, of course.

Stiles found his eyes drifting closed, unable to resist the pull of sleep any longer. His last thoughts were of the blissful reminder that Lydia Martin was in his arms, alive, and he was never going to let anything else ever hurt her again.

#stydia #stiles x lydia #teen wolf #stydia fanfic #my fic #my stories #just stiles finally getting to breathe #and lydia needing him #it killed me how the next episode after eichen house they act like NOTHING HAPPENED #like what #stiles about lost his shit because lydia almost died and no ones gonna talk about it?#not even scott?#okay fine #so I wrote a fic #and it may not be canon but its canonically still with the story #so i like to think it happened #teen wolf fanfic #my stydia fics

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nsheetee · 4 years

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take it off

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, slight College AU Length: 3.5k Warnings/Details: mature content (unprotected sex, oral [male receiving], slight exhibitionism), mentions of fwb, mentions of Johnny Summary: In which you and Mark are friends with benefits, and Mark tries to tell you he wants to be more. a/n: minors, please beware; there is mature content in this writing

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Mark’s fingers can’t stop moving. From the volume knob on the radio, to the random receipts that are squished into his cup holders, to tapping a random rhythm on his steering wheel. It’s his nerves. Mark’s stomach is churning and there’s so much uneasiness in him that he can only let out through his fingers.

Tonight, Mark’s going to confess his feelings for you.

He’s not sure if this is the right time, or if you feel the same, or even exactly what he plans to say, but he’s going to tell you something tonight. You and Mark have been fooling around behind your friends’ back for a semester and half now. Your parking passes had you parking next to each other last semester, and constantly seeing each other before and after classes made Mark interested enough to ask you out on a coffee date.

The coffee date ended with a short make out session in his car, but neither of you were going to complain about that. So, that one date birthed the beginning of your friends with benefits relationship with Mark. He cringes every time he calls the thing between you two “friends with benefits.” Mark would like to say you’re two separate people who call each other up when you need to let go of your frustrations and stress. In reality, you two really are friends; the “separate” part is where things get fuzzy.

You’ve never met Mark’s friends and he has never met yours, but you’ve cried on his shoulder about school, a red eyed and snot filled nose sight only seen by him. Mark knows where the birthmarks are on your body and could probably guess how many moles you have on your thighs, but he doesn’t know what you want to do after college— what your dreams, goals, and aspirations are.

Mark wants to know. He wants to hold you after fucking you and he wants to hear about how your day was. As corny and cliche as that sounds, Mark yearns for it, but only with you. And that’s how he knows his heart has crash landed on you, and he can’t go another day without telling you his real feelings.

When you slide into the passenger seat of Mark’s car, he turns in the driver’s seat to face you. You don’t have make up on and your hair’s down, but you still have on your jewelry from today. You smile at Mark, looking a bit tired but he’ll never tell you that to your face.

“Hey, what did you want to talk about” Your voice is low and light, bouncing off of the center console and clutching onto Mark’s heart. It’s only now that Mark realizes what you’re wearing. A big, white t-shirt, much bigger than you and much bigger than Mark. It covers your shorts and thighs, and the short sleeves are long enough on you to almost reach your elbows. Mark recognizes the brand that’s painted on the chest; it’s a men’s brand.

“What are you wearing?”

“Is that why you called me down here, from my warm bed, to ask me what I’m wearing?” You laugh, genuinely amused. “If you asked me that on the phone, I could’ve told you.” Your voice turns slightly teasing and suggestive, but Mark doesn’t waver on his question.

“Seriously, w-what are you wearing.” Mark blinks at you, his eyes trained on the logo. “Where did you get it?” From what Mark knows, you haven’t seen anyone since you’ve started sleeping with him. It was the one thing you both agreed on: If you wanted to sleep with other people, you would break up your agreement to avoid confusion and fuss from anyone in the situation. Mark may be jumping to conclusions here, but he can’t help it. He needs to know if there’s someone else before he says what he plans to tell you.

“The shirt? It’s Johnny’s.”

“Who’s that.” It doesn’t sound like a question. Your sleepy eyes widen as you watch Mark. He looked so soft when you first sat in his car; curly black hair peeking out of his hoodie and basketball shorts riding up his thighs. Now, not much has changed, other than Mark’s white knuckle tight grip on the steering wheel and his usual starry eyes piercing into you.

“He’s a few years older than us, in my major.” Something between your thighs stirs as Mark’s jaw clenches for a second, “I got this shirt from him when mine got dirty during our pottery class.”

The explanation is valid. This Johnny person just seems like an older guy who’s trying to help someone younger in his same major. Mark would’ve liked it if someone did the same to him. However, your answer does not satiate Mark’s curiosity.

“So, like, why are you wearing it now?”

“It’s comfy, and Johnny told me to keep it, so why wouldn’t I—”

“Take it off.” Mark’s words stun you, but his tone doesn’t. You’ve heard that tone before, on the nights Mark has a bit too much stress from exams or a bit too much adrenaline after winning a basketball game. Your thighs clench together at his gravelly voice and your jaw drops slightly.

“What?” Mark’s stomach tightens at that tone you’re using with him, like you’re innocent when in reality you’re filthy.

“I said, take it off.” Mark is blinded by a green hue on his mind. He has lots he wants to say to you, but his dick wins over his mind for the time being.

Not really wanting to find out what happens if you don’t do as Mark says, you drop your phone and dorm keys into the cup holder and grip the edges of the shirt. The fabric teases your thighs, running up your stomach, and then your chest until you’re sitting bare in Mark’s passenger seat. Your nipples harden, partially from the arousal beginning to course through you and partially from the sudden change in temperature.

Mark grabs the fabric from your fingers and rolls down his window a few inches, tossing it outside and leaving the window open.

“Why did you do that?” You pout, already sensing the answer from the envious look in his eyes.

“You won’t be needing that right now.” Mark takes your hand in his, softly bringing you to his side of the car, his actions different from the voice he’s currently using with you. The move is slightly awkward but you manage to straddle Mark’s lap, not for long though. In one swift move, Mark pushes back his seat and leans back slightly, resting one arm behind his head and the other pushing you down onto your knees between his seat at the steering wheel.

“Here? In your car?” You whisper, your breath tickling the skin of Mark’s tummy that became exposed when he leaned back. You’re in the parking lot of your dorm at night, but that doesn’t mean that no one could walk by your car. You notice how the window is still rolled down a few inches. Mark was always a bit iffy about doing anything super sexual out in public, so this new side of him made butterflies rumble in your stomach, your mouth already slightly watering at how you can make him moan loud enough so that if someone does walk by, they’ll hear how good you make him feel.

“Yeah, here.” Mark answers, using his free hand to move your hair away from your face. He quickly leans down to press his lips to yours, the first kiss of the night. It’s shallow but full of heat already, making you almost lose your balance on your knees and float towards Mark when he pulls away, your eyes slow to open.

Your hands pull down the waistband of Mark’s shorts and underwear at the same time, one hand reaching to pull out his cock. He’s starting to get hard, but you help him along with a firm grip on his member while your thumb runs along that one protruding vein and your tongue kitten licks his tip. Mark’s eyes close and he hums, his grip on your hair tightening.

You lean back to spit on your hand a bit, running it up and down his length as you start to suckle on his tip. Your rings are cold around his soft skin, and the constant moving of them on his dick has Mark’s breathing deepening.

Eventually, you take Mark in your mouth, using your hand on what you can’t take yet. Mark doesn’t seem impatient, but he still uses his grip on your hair to pull you down all of the way until your nose is hitting his short happy trail and his tip is grazing the back of your throat. Somewhere in all the mess, his hoodie and t-shirt was thrown into the passenger's seat leaving Mark in his silver chain, and you only realize it when you look up at him.

You breathe through your nose to keep your pace going, but soon regain some control and slow down.

“H-Holy fuck.” Mark stutters at the new feeling. “You’re doing good, babe, just like that.” He praises you, stomach muscles tightening and arm muscles flexing. You hum around his cock, watching his eyes screw shut for a moment at the feeling.

You love watching his fucked out expression from down here, but your focus goes back to what’s in your mouth. Your tongue presses against Mark’s dick, experimentally swirling it around when you come up. Mark chokes out a groan, his hips jerking at the sensation and you’re pleased with his reaction, repeating what you just did.

“Wait, w-wait.” Mark pulls you away, “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”

“Let me make you feel good. Let me make you come.” Your voice sounds raw from the amount of times Mark’s dick hit the back of your throat, but you don’t mind the sensation.

“You have made me feel good, so much.” It seems he has other plans as he brings your lips together in another kiss, this one longer and more heated than the first.

A few months ago, Mark would’ve thought it was gross to kiss someone like this, with Mark’s own precum on their lips and saliva dripping down their chin. But now, it makes Mark pull you closer to his chest, making you rise up from your spot on the floor and straddle him once again.

His lips push yours open until you let him stick his tongue in your mouth. He won’t stop, something in his movements keeps him moving as if he’s trying to prove something or get a point across. The thought leaves your head as soon as it comes, too focused on how Mark can make you clench around nothing just buy how his tongue sucks on yours.

That’s when you feel his nimble fingers, skin rough from gliding against a basketball five days a week and full of calluses from years of playing guitar. His middle finger glides over your clothed core, soaked through your shorts, and he can’t help but smile. You pull away to look at him and see the constellations in his eyes, some strands of his wavy hair soaked and sticking to his forehead while his mouth is wet from kissing you.

“What is it?”

“Hmm, nothing. You’re just so lovely,” He kisses your jaw, “And sweet,” He presses a hot open mouth kiss against your neck, his tongue darting out for just a moment to slide over the area, “And so, so fucking hot.” He presses another kiss to the valley between your breasts. The pressure of his fingers over your shorts is driving you mad; you just want to feel his skin on yours. So you pull down your shorts and panties all in one move, Mark helping you get them off of your legs and throwing them on top of his discarded hoodie.

His fingers lay flat against your bare pussy, and you shiver at the feeling of your wetness coating his fingers. Mark continues his slow kisses along your chest, his middle finger now pushing into your hole. The feeling is almost overwhelming; you didn’t realize how wet and hot you got while sucking Mark’s dick, but now that he has a finger in you, you can’t help but clamp down around it as he moves in and out.

You both hiss at the feeling, your hands finding Mark’s shoulders to balance yourself, and he adds another finger after a few seconds. Mark moves his fingers in and out of you and scissors them, making your thighs shake and causing you to roll your head back. Mark removes his fingers, making you squirm with want and grind up into nothing.

“Be patient, doll. I’ll fuck you good, I promise.” He puts his fingers in his mouth, the two that were just in you, and sucks your juices off. You lick your lips at the sight, your fingers sliding down his bare chest to hook onto his chain and bring him closer to you for another kiss, but Mark has other plans.

“Turn around.” You’re confused, but do as he tells you. During the few times you’ve ridden him, Mark has always preferred you to face him. But Mark is surprising you in many ways tonight, so you let him do as he wishes. The new view makes you realize where you are again, the parking lot. No one is walking around now, but you wonder if someone has walked by your car and heard Mark’s moans or seen your bare back. The thought makes you bite your lip and your pussy throbs, a shaky sigh leaving your chest.

One of your hands grips onto the driver’s seat between Mark’s legs and the other grips the dashboard as you hear Mark pumping his length. You jump a bit when you feel his tip touch your folds, an involuntary whine slipping past your lips. You may not be able to see anything Mark is doing, but the surprise of it all makes you twice as sensitive.

Mark’s tip rubs up and down your folds again, making you wiggle your hips, signalling you want Mark to get his dick in you already. You hear him hum from behind you, and grabs your hip with one hand to lower you down and the other guides himself into you. When he bottoms out, you moan lowly, and then both sit in silence for a second.

Mark leans forward to kiss the delicate skin of your back, his hands massaging your sides while they move up and down your waist and hips. He’s not greedy with sharing his kisses, planting them wherever his lips can reach. His touch and kiss and the wholesome feeling of him being in you makes you move, sliding up and then back down enough to have both of you groaning at the friction.

You try to set a pace, but Mark’s grip on your hip slows you down once again. “Slow, babe, slow. I wanna take you slow.” You oblige, rolling your hips slower than before and arching your back so that Mark can hit the sweet spot inside of you. The new angle makes it easier, and you feel like he’s filling you up more and more with each slow stroke, almost lazy in how languid and sensual each movement on his dick is.

Mark’s right hand reaches for your clit, alternating between tapping on the bundle of nerves and circling his calloused finger. His other hand wraps around and plays with your nipple, squeezing it every so often.

All the stimulation quickly becomes too much for you; you’re not sure where to look, what to do with your hands, at this point you aren’t even aware at what sounds are coming out of your mouth. You find your hands now gripping the steering wheel, your forehead leaning against them and your jaw slacked open as Mark does not slow down with his fingers and you do not dare rush your hips, your thighs burning and your muscles clenching.

“Mark, you feel— Oh, fuck.” You can’t even form a proper sentence, but you don’t care when Mark’s hips start to move up and meet yours with every thrust. His hand leaves your chest to steady you by gripping your waist, but his other hand only speeds up on your clit.

When you accidentally press the horn, you don’t think it’s you who did it. Your eyes open and your head pops up to look out of the windshield, but the condensation on the windows obstructs your view. You only realize that you’re the one who honked when you see the placement of your hands.

“Shit—” You almost laugh at how you got carried away, but you’re glad you saved your breath. Mark’s hips speed up insanely fast, and suddenly he’s thrusting into you with precision. His cock moves in and out of you so fast that you can hear wet noises coming from your pussy and the clapping of skin coming together.

“Oh, God, Mark please don’t stop.” Your words come out choppy as your whole body moves with Mark’s motions. Your tits bounce up and down, your hips move to Mark’s rhythm without you even trying, and his car is shaking from side to side.

“I won’t stop if you tell me who’s making you feel this good.” Mark presses one finger hard onto your clit, making you gasp through your next words.

“You— You, it’s you, Mark.” You feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach, your walls clenching at the delicious feeling of your high coming to its furthest point. “I’m gonna come. For you, Mark.”

“Come on me, babe.” With those words, the knot in your stomach breaks, making each and everyone of your nerves sizzle with heat and pleasure. You feel Mark come undone below you, his hips stuttering until you feel him fill you up and push some of his cum into you as his hips gradually slow down.

You both take a second to catch your breaths, your grip still tight on the steering wheel in front of you, now mindful of the horn, and Mark’s grip is still tight on your hips and waist. You feel his hot breath hit your back and he gently pulls out of you, moving you to sit on his lap as you both lean back in the driver’s seat.

“What’s wrong?” You ask. Maybe you should’ve noticed something off about Mark sooner, and maybe you should’ve brought the question up before fucking each other, but now that whatever emotions were brewing in both of you have been physically released, hopefully Mark can speak more comfortably.

“There was something I needed to tell you…” You turn your head to the right to see Mark's expression. He’s glancing down at his thumb that rubs circles around your hip bone.

“Not who’s shirt I’m wearing?” You’re not teasing him, but Mark giggles at his earlier jealousy. For a split second, it’s hard to believe this is the same guy you were riding just a few minutes ago.

“No. I’m sorry I got so… forceful and possessive. I have no right to do that.” Mark talks with his heart, and he realizes now is a perfect segway into bringing up his feelings. “But I want to.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, but you already know what Mark is about to say, and your stomach churns as you brace yourself.

“I want to do this, what we’ve been doing so far,” He laughs awkwardly, “And more. I want to meet the people in your life and— maybe, I don’t know, go on dates or somethin’.” Mark still hasn’t met your gaze, and the lack of eye contact makes him keep rambling. “Maybe we could study together and meet up before class and— I just want to be more than what we are now. I want to mean more to you than just a fuck buddy.”

“You’re not just a fuck buddy to me, Mark.” You reassure him, cutting him off by turning his chin with your fingertips and making him look at you. “I do have to admit… I don’t have those types of feelings for you.” Your confession makes Mark’s stomach drop and he looks away, suddenly feeling very shy and almost ashamed. His heart plummets and he thinks he might’ve just screwed up; he’s already cursing himself out in his head.

“Mark.” You make his attention turn back to you when you realize he’s already overthinking your words, “You are someone important to me. I trust you in a way that I don’t even trust some of my closest friends. I think… maybe we can see where this goes? Just… take it slow?”

“Really?” Mark’s voice is shaky, as if he was holding his breath this whole time and he finally let it out. Mark didn’t know what he was expecting when he decided to tell you his feelings. He was not expecting you to jump into his arms and live happily ever after, but this is probably the best way tonight could’ve gone.

“Yeah, really.” You sooth, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Okay— Yeah, let’s do that. I promise, I’ll make it worth it.”

“You don’t have to promise me that. I already know you’ll be.”

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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The donut mishap

Note - This is the first of my soft!reader series. I'll try to post them chronologically now on. Note that this is set in 2013. And a dear friend helped me out with this. Thanks a lot to her <3.

Summary - A quest of baking donuts brings you to the avengers tower. But what happens when your paths cross with the star spangled man?

Warnings - curse words, steves ptsd

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You squinted your eyes concentrating on putting just the right amount of pressure on the piping bag to get the perfect swirl of frosting on the cupcake. Your breathe hitched as a little air bubble appeared, aside from that it looked perfect. With a nice stiff peak.

You smiled looking over the cupcakes and donuts; over 12 hours of work. You felt like a proud mama.

When you started working at the Bakery, granted you only did so because you loved how cute their desserts looked but never could afford them, you thought you’d get to make money off of your love for baking.

Instead they stuck you in the back, doing books and maintaining accounts. Yeah you were going to grad school to be an accountant but it still wasn’t fair!

You never got to learn anything new about baking, or even try any delicious pastries. You just spent 4 hours everyday playing with the numbers.

And then you got a call from Linda, your boss. Panicking about how the head chef is sick and they have an order from the Avengers.

The Avengers were just a bit controversial. But for the most part everyone was grateful for them and looked up to them.

You can’t disappoint them. They’re superheros! Literal gods!

You didn’t really have much of an opinion on them. Except that the God of thunder from space made you all tingly sometimes.

You were just happy you got the chance to make such variety of desserts. Maybe now you could convince Linda to let you help out in the kitchen every now and then.

“You’re going to have to deliver them yourself.” Linda said looking them over and taking a small bite from the mint macaroon. “Take a taxi. Think you can handle it?” She handed you a hundred dollar bill.

There were only two boxes, one with the donuts and another with different assortments of patisseries. You accepted the bill and called for an Uber.

Normally the bakery doesn’t do delivery but when someone even mentioned Tony Starks name, Linda agreed to deliver, almost gave it away for free.

You made it to the tower in one piece. Glad to know that all the desserts seemed like they were doing alright in the boxes. You craned your neck up to look at the tower. Yet you couldn’t see the top.

You tried your best to be careful with the giant pink boxes in your hands muttering ‘excuse me' to anyone you may come across so as to not bump into them. You gently lay the boxes on the reception counter. Giving the brunette receptionist a huge warm smile.

“These are for Pepper Potts. Should I just leave them here...” You trailed off.

Looking around to see everyone dressed to the nines in sleek business formal clothes. You were wearing your pink dress with small red strawberries splattered all across it, it ended just below your knees, maybe not the perfect dress for the beginning of fall, or making a delivery for that matter. It made you feel self-conscious you tried your best to not think about how unprepared you must seem.

Which wasn’t entirely your fault. They were the ones that expected such a large order in under 12 hours.

“Alright ma'am you can go up and set them up.” She said hanging up the phone and giving you a visitors pass.

“Oh I...” You wanted to disagree. Ask for someone else to do it. You just KNEW you were going to mess it up.

But you couldn’t really say anything when she smiled “Thank you.” Probably in a way to shoo you off and deal with the person behind you.

You somehow made your way to the elevator, asking for directions twice, only it was too crowded and you were running out of time. “I’ll take the next one.” You said, although no one really seemed to care, they were either looking at their phones or chatting with each other.

A nervous smile painted on your face, so you could delude yourself into thinking everything is fine to calm your nerves. You couldn’t even afford to take your phone out of your sling bag to look at the time, not with your hands occupied.

After waiting for forever you were able to get into an elevator which was only occupied with a few people. Finally you were at your desired floor.

You were to take the boxes to conference room B12.

So you looked around, distracted. Your mother had always told you that your absent mindedness will one day come to bite you in the ass.

‘Try living in reality once in a while.’ She had said in such a condescending tone.

You huffed back then, thinking you were fine just the way you are. Until you bumped into what you thought was a brick wall, too distracted by the numbers and signs and twists and turns.

You quickly looked in front of you, when you felt the boxes you had held up collide with something. It wasn’t a wall, it was what looked like a human man. You tried to balance your feet stumbling back a bit before falling flat on your ass.

“Omph” You let out as you felt the cold hardwood floor sting your behind. Your precious donuts and desserts falling to the ground.

You looked at the ruins, how the frosting and sprinkles decorated the floor, taking it all in, asking yourself if this is a dream.

By the angle you were sitting in, you were sure the man could see your underwear, but you didn’t care. Because you were completely ruined.

You looked up at him, your lips quivering and your eyes glossy. “Why?” You asked as he stared at you completely dumbfounded, as if he had never seen a girl before.

Steve wanted to refuse right away. As soon as they said the words ‘honor’ and ‘appreciate’. A ceremony just to honor him and thank him for his service to his country.

He did try to convince Tony that he hated such things. To be the centre of attentions and plaster on a pageant smile for all the flashing cameras. That is not what he signed up for. His goal was never to get fame and recognition.

He ultimately had to relent. Because it was supposed to be an inspiration for others and to ‘boost morale’.

“Just flash your perfect pearly whites for a few hours, it’s really not that hard.” Tony said slapping Steve’s shoulder. As if they’ve been friends forever and he doesn’t take some kind of sick sadistic pleasure in watching Steve suffer.

They spoke of how brave he was, how even as a sickly kid he stood up for what was right. For his country.

Really he could tolerate all that. Even be grateful for it.

But his anxiety came back as they showed pictures from the wartimes, projected onto the white screen.

He’s a hero they said.

So brave.

Selfless and compassionate.

A man out of time.

Lies. Blatant lies. He was far from a hero. He knew that. But he realized the extent of it when he saw the pictures, some of them familiar to him, having happened just in front of him not so long ago, even if it had been decades for everyone else.

All of his brothers, his best friend died. Protecting their country. For their duty. They made the ultimate sacrifice and were more than happy to do so.

He recalled one commander saying how he would love to die serving his country. It would be his greatest accomplishment.

And here he was. Wearing a suit that he had no doubt cost thousands of dollars. Drinking expensive champagne, giving interviews, having his face on magazine covers. Taking pictures with his ‘fans'. Living the high life.

How the fuck was he a hero?!

He couldn’t look at the remaining pictures or listen to them. He tried to zone them out, tune out his anxiety and his guilt. To not let his mind go to those dark places, to linger on the past. Nothing good would come out of it.

He could still do good. Be good. Wash off his sins. If he kept trying and moving forward. If only it wasn’t so hard.

There was no such thing washing your sins off of you. No one can resolve their sins by simply confessing to them in church. Or counting thousands of hail marys. His hands and his soul will always be tainted with blood.

Somehow he got through the whole thing. He was about to run off the men’s room. To take a breathe and collect his thoughts.

Tony stopped him “What’s with your resting bitch face Rogers?” He snarked but was taken aback by the scowl he received “Fine go. Remember we have a meeting with the corporal.”

Which was what the whole ruse was all about. To appease the army. He was surprised at just how bad the whole world is, but he couldn’t even begin to comprehend the shitshow that the army had become.

He rubbed his face sprinting towards the balcony. To get some fresh air, be alone as long as he can before he has to go back to being Captain America.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t hear your footsteps, which his sensitive hearing really should’ve picked up on.

He turned the corner only bump into you. Making you fall on your ass.

“Why?” You gave him a look of betrayal as tears fell down your face. You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand kneeling and working on putting your desserts back in the box.

“Oh my god... ma’am I’m so sorry.” He apologized as soon as he registered what he had down. Crouching down before you to help you clean it up. But he doubted that you would be able to eat them.

“All my work.” You moaned looking up and meeting his eyes.

Your defeated face almost made him pull you into his arms. But it wouldn’t exactly be proper to do that to a stranger.

“Don’t call me ma'am!” You huffed as more tears escaped your eyes. “I’m not like 50!” You crossed your legs sitting on the floor and staring at your boxes.

“What should I call you then?” He asked his tone gentle and inquisitive. Truly curious to know what your name was.

“How about you call me nothing? You’ve done enough.” You frowned as you looked into his crystal blue hues. He was simply put beautiful.

You never thought that’s the adjective you’d use to describe a man, but that was all you could think of.

However his beauty didn’t excuse his actions. It certainly wouldn’t bring back the desserts you worked so hard on. So all you could do was be mad at him.

“I can pay for them.” He blurted out and then winced. You probably made them yourself. He can’t exactly replace them.

“It was the first time I truly baked. And now I’ll lose my job.” You sniffled tracing the frosting which was smeared on the floor with your finger. “And the Avengers will all go hungry...” You rambled your voice small. All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry into a pillow.

You sneered at him as he chuckled. He immediately stopped pressing his lips into a straight line. “I doubt they’ll go hungry. I promise you won’t lose your job. No one has to know.” He reasoned. His plump rosy lips stretch into a smile, that must be worth at least a million dollars. His eyes creasing and yeah he really was beautiful.

You felt your anger resolving but decided to remain firm. To not let him work his charms on you. “They will call my boss when the delivery doesn’t arrive. And my boss will fire me!” You exclaimed spelling it out for him. Since he seemed to fit the stereotype of the dumb pretty blonde. Or was that exclusive to women?

“I can promise you no one will tell your boss.” He hesitated but then put his hand over yours in an effort to reassure you.

“What? How – how will you do that?” You asked getting more and more frustrated that he failed to understand just how grave this situation was for you.

“I uh... do have that kind of authority.” He said giving you a small nod. At least he could do some good with this ‘status' he held.

“Hm” You hummed still suspicious. But he was wearing a suit which looked expensive. His stance seemed that of someone who was powerful. His voice although soft held some stern undertones. “I – how do I believe you?” You asked and laughed at your misery as you realized you didn’t really have a choice.

Finally, pressing a palm on the floor you got up. Collecting your boxes. “It’s okay.” You sighed. “I guess I wasn’t really looking either. Whatever happens I’ll deal with it.” You said giving him a somber look.

“Uh – are you sure?” He stammered afraid he got you in trouble and couldn’t really do anything about it. Even more so that you were leaving and he’d probably never get to see you again.

“I’m not really a liar.” You shrugged as he stood up with you.

You didn’t have the opportunity to marvel at his tall stature, and how big he was compared to you. Or just big in general. You simple turned around your head hung low.

Only to look back at him over your shoulder. You tried to suppress a whimper, at just how hopeless you were, and asked “Which way is the elevator?”

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ppersonna · 4 years

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planning forever - myg

↳ summary- you have special news to deliver to your husband, yoongi. and you find your inspiration to do so in a unique way.

↳ rating- PG

↳ pairing- min yoongi x reader

↳ word count-

↳ genre- fluff, oh my god the fluff

↳ warnings- mentions of sex, some swearing, min yoongi is D A D D Y

↳ a/n- happy birthday to @carly-bean-blog ! my sweet angel who has been with me through nearly my entire blog life. you’re so special to me! myself, @chimoona and @sombreboy wanted to do something special for you. together, we created your future ;). we hope you enjoy your day, sweet peony!

"You forgot your lunch.”

The voice of your husband, Yoongi, chuckles lightly through the phone in an amused tone.

“Shit,” you sigh, walking into work with arms packed full. Keys, your jacket, nametag, and an energy drink fumble in your grasp.

“Good thing you’re married to the nicest man in the world,” he goads. You roll your eyes, but he’s right. Min Yoongi is simply the sweetest, most kind man you’ve ever met. It’s why you married him.

“Hmm,” you tease as you shove your items into your locker, “Did I marry Namjoon?”

Yoongi grunts through the phone and it forces you to laugh.

“Not funny,” he sighs. You know he’s holding back laughter, maintaining his stoicism.

“I love you, Yoongi,” you smile. “My break is in about four hours.”

“I’ll bring it then. We can eat together.”

Your heart warms at the idea of sharing your simple sandwich and chip combo with the quiet man—the one who so easily captured your heart. You love that he’s willing to spend time during his day to sit at your boring job and eat lunch with you, all to make you happy.

“I’ll see you then.” The smile that's on your face nearly makes up for the fact that you have to suffer through a grueling eight-hour shift. Yoongi makes all the bad things in your life good. He takes those bad days and holds them tight in his arms until the bad melts away and you’re simply left with nothing but bliss.

“I love you.” He says it so easily, so much easier than when you first met him. Yoongi’s icy demeanor quickly melted after he spent time with you. Your infectious laughter, kind heart, and easy-going attitude had the man falling fast.

“I love you too, Yoongi.”

As you press ‘end’ on the phone, one hand drops to your stomach. You rub it idly. Consciously, you know it’s early and that you’re showing no signs of growing a life inside of you, but you can’t help but smile at the tiny fluttering in your belly.

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Work goes by slower than you’d like. You’re excited at the idea of seeing Yoongi, but four hours suddenly seems too far away.

It’s as you’re arranging the new shipment of artisan, 100% organic cotton diapers that you’re forced to pause.

On the box of the far-too-expensive diapers, is the cutest baby model you’ve ever seen in your life.

You stare dumbly at the box for what feels like hours, unblinking as you take in the baby’s chubby cheeks and silly grin.

Maybe it’s the new pregnancy hormones coursing through your veins, or maybe this baby is sincerely so cute it’s making you cry—either way, tears slip down your face and a dumb, deliriously happy grin spreads across your face.

You’re pregnant. You’re going to have a baby with Yoongi. Maybe your baby won’t look like the tiny one on the display box, but it doesn’t matter. You’re going to have a child with the man of your dreams and you suddenly want the next eight months to go by faster.

The only problem that remains is, well, you haven’t told your husband.

It’s not like you two meant to get pregnant. You weren’t opposed to the idea but having sex was never with an end-goal of conception in mind. Yoongi wanted kids and assured you of that before you agreed to marry him. You both knew they would come at a time that felt right, when the universe and stars aligned.

And it appeared that they had. You noticed the symptoms a few weeks ago. Missed period, a little nauseated in the mornings, increased hormones. So, during a lunch break at work, you bought a pregnancy test and scurried to the staff bathrooms, only to come out with a positive reading and a grin on your face.

It wasn’t that you were scared to tell your husband. Frankly, you were far from it. You wanted to make sure the moment was just right. The pressure of telling your husband he was about to become a father was overwhelming. You couldn’t just tell him casually, as if discussing the weather. No, you wanted something more. And you agonized for weeks about how to make it happen.

But now, standing in front of the diaper section with tears pouring from your eyes, you throw any need of extravagant celebrations aside. Seize the day—it’ll happen at lunch and there’s no use backing out now.

The next fews hours creep by painfully. You take note of every ticking minute as it passes, practically hopping on your heels with excitement, waiting until you can pop the news. You finish stocking the nursery aisles with a happy heart and a smile on your face. You’re so engrossed in stocking shelves and running through the dialogue in your mind that you slowly lose track of time.

Hours pass and—

“_____,” Yoongi’s low voice bounces off the tall aisles behind you.

You turn on your heel and come face-to-face with the most familiar, welcoming pair of deep brown eyes.

“Baby,” you laugh, amused at how domestic he looks with both hands full of sack lunches like a father at a soccer game half-time.

He pulls off the look well. It reminds you why you fell in love with him in the first place. So kind and doting on those he loves most. Gosh, he’s going to make a great father.

“I knew I’d find you here,” he says with an eye-crinkling grin. “You love this department.”

“Love? I’m assigned to this department.” You close the distance with a small peck and tug your lunch from his hand. “But I guess you can say I have a fondness for it.”

He takes a step back and reclines in a nursing glider, motioning for you to join him in a neighboring seat.

“It’s the graveyard shift—do you think anyone will mind if we eat here?”

You look around the completely vacant store like a covert agent, then answer in a hushed tone. “For the time being, it looks like we’re off their radar. The coast is clear.”

“You’re an idiot,” he laughs, “I love you.”

“Love you too, rule breaker.”

It felt good to be bad in the most wholesome way in the most wholesome department of the entire store. Well, aside from the home decor section. Those fragrant eucalyptus candles and plush throw pillows in the shape of wild animals melts your heart to no end.

The two of you empty your bags into your laps and make small talk about your days. While you were toiling over the display case for Jessica Alba’s latest line of gluten-free, non GMO shampoo for thin baby hair, Yoongi watered the plants and did the dishes.

Real riveting stuff.

No, really, there is nothing sexier than a man who takes care of the home. It only makes you want to pop the news sooner, but the sandwich clutched in your hands makes for a less glamorous prop in your otherwise fairytale picture-perfect moment.

“Oh! I also did the laundry and folded it the way you like.”

“Bunched up and tossed in the drawer?”

He winks and points his finger at you. “That’s my girl—nothing gets past her.”

“Nothing does, nothing does…” You stare off blankly at the display behind Yoongi and notice a package of diapers is slightly askew. You begin to make a mental note to fix it later, but are abruptly snapped from your thoughts at Yoongi’s words—

“Nothing gets past me either, ______.” He sighs and reclines, belly full of sandwich. He closes his eyes and rests his head against clasped hands. “I know you’ve been keeping a secret from me, I can sense it like a bloodhound.”

With that, you pop the rest of the sandwich into your mouth and chew quickly. It seems the moment to savor has quickly evaporated and it was time to come clean.

“I wanted to tell you sooner, but—”

“—You got me that Pioneer DJ System for my birthday. I knew it! When I saw a purchase on our credit card for $500, I knew I caught you red-handed,” He looks at you for confirmation and assumes he’s right based on the reddish hue of your cheeks.

“You’re the idiot,” you snicker, nervously biting your lip between your teeth. “That wasn’t a DJ System, that was a crib.”

He holds up his finger in an AH-HA moment of victory, but pauses mid-celebration and looks at you with a crooked smile. “C-crib?”

“I’m pregnant, Yoongi.”

You can’t keep the butterflies from fluttering, seeing his face slowly shift from slightly amused to tear-dabbed and nearly shaking.

“You’re...you mean...we’re…” He stands from his seat and takes a knee beside you on your rocker and places his hand gently on your stomach.

“Yes,” you confirm through a strained voice, edging back tears of your own. “We’re having a baby.”

“This is, I mean,” He stammers and verbally struggles to come up with the right words to say that properly shows the multitude of emotions coursing through his body.

“Are you happy?” You ask despite the answer being written plainly on his face.

Of course he’s happy. It’s the happiest moment of his life and it’s all happening under the watchful gaze of a Peppa Pig cardboard cutout.

“Beyond,” he confirms, stroking your belly gently as if you were made of glass. “And excited, and scared.”

“Me too.”

“But mostly happy.” He strokes his hand through your hair and curls the loose strands behind your ear to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “God, I can’t wait to spend forever with you two.”

“Already? You haven’t even met the kid. What if he/she is a brat?”

“Too late, I love them already.”

You lean forward and kiss your husband, capturing his plush lips with your own. It’s warm and soft and reminds you of home.

“I love you,” you whisper, lips still touching his.

“I love you too,” he smiles, “Forever.”

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misterewrites · 3 years

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A Part of Something Bigger (Welcome to the Underground!)

Hello everyone! E here, hoping you are safe and sound and doing good! The new chapter of the Underground is here and I'm excited for this and the next chapter. I am so happy I finally get to reveal something I’ve had in my head since I first started creating the Underground! Man am I cheek E. oh puns, I’m terrible.

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Summary: Turns out Oliver is a part of the Choir, a secret organization that operates within the Underground. Something big is happening tonight and It's up to Oliver and his allies to ensure it does not. However, the bard has to figure out what's going on before anything else.

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Oliver had been many things in the 18 years of his begrudging existence: An orphan, a thief, a con-kid, hopelessly in love, a scout, fry cook that one week and an aspiring minstrel. Many masks and different roles to survive each new day.

The one he took a quiet pride in was being a member of the Choir, a secret organization whose goal was to keep the Underground free from malicious and devious intent.

Every society had their dark, treacherous shadows where evil did its business (Oliver assumed. He only really ever lived in the Underground but you know universal constants and such.) The Choir’s purpose was to ensure those plans never came to fruition.

Rather than being an openly known identity, the Choir was more a loose collection of independent agents operating under secrecy. The organization employed any and everyone who was willing to fight for the cause, each in their own way: Merchants passed coded information, tavernkeepers offered safe havens, those with some level of magical proficiency gathered to study abnormal phenomenon. Fighters fought, clerics healed with lords and ladies used their influence for the greater good.

Sometimes, as is the case now, one individual was too limited for what was required of the organization’s purpose. In these rare moments, agents were granted permission to request help, often leaving hidden messages and imagery for other wandering members to respond to.

That’s what brought Oliver here to this dark alley in the middle of the night: When he first arrived to the capital, he caught sight of the coded symbol asking for any Choir member to lend their skill set to a mission tonight. No details added but that was par for the course.

Terri was the first to recover, her slivers eyes wide with wonder “A soprano? No joke?!Flora, he’s like you!”

Terri was tall, taller than anyone else here. She wore a red vest with torn off sleeves, probably because her muscles were too thick to actually allow them to exist in the first place. Her long jet black hair was elegantly tied into braids with her dark blue leggings tucked into thick hiking boots.

Flora pursed her lips thoughtfully, irises of lavender giving Oliver a curious look “A fellow magic user? Interesting. Wizard?”

“Bard” Oliver corrected “You?”

“Druid.” Flora spoke before drifting into an uncomfortable silence. Oliver suspected she wasn’t impressed by his response.

Flora seemed unassuming but Oliver knew better than to be lured in by appearances: Long silvery hair with petals of green and yellow flowers scattered within. She wore a white blouse with splotches of brown dirt and a long green skirt. Her feet were bare and free to be soiled by the floor.

Terri rushed over to the petrified Tyrell, dragging him into a bone crunching hug “Tyrell here is a baritone like me!”

Tyrell, the youngest beside Oliver, shifted his brown eyes away from anyone’s gaze. He wore rather well kept clothes: A tunic of purple tucked under a leather vest, his leggings were dark gray that blended fairly well in the darkness. His footwear seemed a little too fancy to be workman’s shoes.

“Fighters” Oliver nodded in understanding “Always useful. And you mysterious stranger in the darkness?”

The cloaked figure had pulled back deeper into the shadows, red eyes gleaming in the shades of night. They were trying to hard to hide their appearance but Oliver caught sight of a smooth featureless bronze face. Metallic armor of a matching color and sheen covered the rest of their body, an automaton it seems.

“You may call me Sel. I’m a tenor.” the figure responded, their voice tinged with scratchy static.

“You are going very useful. Lockpicking?”

Sel shrugged casually “Among other less savory techniques. As per usual for tenors.”

Oliver nodded “Okay, fill me in.”

Flora took a step forward, pulling a letter out of her pocket as she did so “Are you aware of one Reiner Brambleoak?”

“Oh fucking hell” Oliver rubbed his eyes tiredly “Him again? What’s he planning this time: Gonna burn an orphanage? Or maybe sell moldy food to the poor? Wait, I know!” Oliver snapped his finger “He’s going to be a terrible piece of shit.”

“Right on the money!” Terri growled.

Sel let out a mechanical click “He is planning to tear down several homes in West Haven.”

Oliver narrowed his eyes “I thought it was illegal to tear down homes in that area?”

“Not if the owners signed them over.” Flora explained “Then he would have the authority to do whatever he wished with them.”

“Let me guess, he tricked them?”

Terri flexed her muscles angrily “His representatives would change languages and double talk when they spoke to the poor folks. Most hadn’t the slightest idea what was going on and the orc thugs his people brought didn’t exactly make them feel warm and safe.”

“So.” Oliver stretched his arms “He’s strong armed his way into property, going to evict helpless folks onto the street and probably fill them with his own thugs to get the rest of the neighborhood to fall in line.”

“Unless we stop him.” Sel spoke with righteous fury.

“Tonight.” Oliver chimed in “Throwing another party?”

“You are good.” Tyrell whistled.

Oliver gave a playful wink “Naturally. What’s the plan?”

Flora reached into her pack and handed Oliver a letter: it was written in such a fancy hand he swore he was getting a headache just looking at it.

“One for each of us.” Flora explained, distributing the rest to the others “A fellow Choir member secured these tonight’s mission.”

“Helpful. Alright here’s the plan….”

“Wait” Flora interrupted “Who said you are in charge bard?”

“Me” Oliver countered with a grin “Because I’ve been to these types of festivities. Have any of you?”

Flora opened her mouth then promptly closed it, irritation in her glance. Tyrell gave a sheepish but unhelpful smile, Sel remained silent while Terri gave a thoughtful scratch of her chin.

“Thought so.” Oliver tried to keep the smugness out of his voice “Look we just need to work together for tonight.”

“Agreed.” Flora spoke with a softness that did not match her glare.

Sel inched closer to the group “What is the plan Oliver?”

“Where’s the party? Merchant Ward? I assume he’s using his office to host it.”

“Correct” Sel confirmed “His office has been chosen as the venue. He claims to be throwing the party as some sort of fundraiser for a charity that is no doubt a front for his illegal operations.”

Terri huffed, crossing her arms furiously “Probably making some more deals to trick people out of their hard earn money.”

“Without a doubt” Oliver agreed “But without any hard proof, we’re not taking him down tonight. Our mission is to ensure those contracts he forced people to sign mysteriously disappear.”

“Will that actually stop him?” Tyrell frowned unhappily “What’s stop him from forging new ones? Or just bullying people again?”

“He can’t forge new ones” Oliver explained carefully “They’re a special type of document only found here in Haven’s Nest. You can only get them from city hall and they’re magically enchanted to be untamperable with. He’ll need to get the ones he has to city hall on open court day which I assume is soon.”

“Indeed. Tomorrow in fact.”

Oliver continued on “So since open court day is the only day any major changes are allowed to be introduced to the city, if we grab them he’ll have to wait a month for another chance of snatching up that land. He’ll no doubt try to bully the folks again but now that they know what he’s up to, hopefully they’ll won’t be as easily pressured and if a few rough looking folks who can take punches and give them back start hanging around the neighborhood when his goons come knocking again…”

“They’re gonna be less eager” Terri cracked her knuckles cheerfully, already savoring the feel of bruised skin and broken bones that would bless her hands.

Oliver caught Tyrell’s eyes “One problem at a time. If you look at the mountain, you’re going to get scared.”

Tyrell nodded timidly in agreement.

“So.” Sel’s voice crackled with curiosity “What is the plan bard?”

Oliver closed his eyes, mentally mapping out the Brambleoak bank: three stories of corrupted, immoral finance who preyed on the helpless and lost. He could still see the faded green hue and cracked paint of the building in his mind’s eye. The ground floor would no doubt be where the bulk of the party would be taking place: a large space with an elevated stage normally reserved for long winded speeches could easily repurposed for a band or some sort of entertainment. His guests would range from any and everyone with any amount of influence or wealth. The second floor were the offices of his lecherous employees while his office took up the entirety of the third floor.

“Alright” Oliver spoke after a moment “I have a good idea what to expect. We’re going to break up into two teams.”

Everyone stared him expectedly.

Oliver gestured to Terri and Tyrell “You two are going to hang out at the bar across the street: The Stinkeye. Charming place, ran by a former pirate captain. Sunday is sea shanty night I think."

“Whoa, wait a minute” Terri grumbled unhappily “I am not letting Flora go into that place without me! It’s enemy turf and I don’t feel comfortable with the idea."

Flora took Terri’s hand within her own “Agreed sweetie.”

“Look this isn’t exactly a fist loaded, knives out situation. Any sort of brawling inside will be dealt with swiftly and painfully. Brambleoak doesn’t like anything scaring away the prey and causing a scene inside won’t accomplish anything. Outside, however.”

Terri’s eyes knowingly sparkled, Tyrell just looked dumbfounded.

Oliver gestured with his hand, muttering a phrase under his breath as magic formed around his hand in a golden light. A small image appeared in his palm: A heavily scarred elf with ashy blonde hair, one eye a brilliant forest green the other dull and cloudy. He wore an elegant officer’s uniform, dark green with various medals pinned to his chest with a long flowing red cape that trailed behind.

Oliver opened mouth to speak but Terri’s low snarl beat him to the punch.

“Lea Foot.”

“Acquaintance I guess?””

Flora nodded, gently squeezing Terri’s hand to get her to calm down “Lea has been a constant thorn in our sides. I believe he suspects we are a part of some greater organization. He has never seen us but he sends his underlings to bully us.”

“So I don’t need to explain his whole mercenaries for hire deal. Been exclusive to Brambleoak for a while now.”

“Can I punch him?” Terri murmured darkly.

“Yes, can she?” Flora chimed in, unable to keep the plead out of her voice.

Oliver shook his head “Maybe but we’ll see. He’s gotta show up at some point but I doubt he’ll be there right at the start. Likes to push old people around, probably eat a child or two before ‘working.’ Your job is to keep him distracted at all costs. He’s a sick man that likes to watch a good fight and the longer he’s out there, the better chance we’ll have.”

Sel tilted their head quizzically “Why is it important to keep him outside?”

“Basically” Oliver cracked his fingers “He’s very perceptive and the person most likely to catch our plan in action. His crew is made up of a nobodies with a perchance for cruelty and a thirst for violence but Lea is an old hand. Keeping himself outside is the best chance for success and if you guys accidentally get too close and managed to stray a hit his way…”

Terri chuckled manically the idea. Tyrell just looked sick.

“Meanwhile Flora, Sel and I will be inside. We’ll be looking for a chance to get Sel into the stairway so he can break into Brambleoak’s office. Without any sort of information, there’s no point to flesh out a full plan but we’ll make it up as we go. It’s a giant party of people who think they’re special. Shouldn’t be too hard to cause some drama and distractions.”

Flora said silent for a moment before speaking up “It’s not a lot to work with but admittedly better than anything I would’ve come up with.”

“Agreed.” Sel added “Without proper intel, it would be pointless to attempt to formulate any sort of long term plan. This works best to our strengths. Wait and create an opportunity,”

“That’s on us.” Oliver cut in “Your job is to get in and out. Preferably without being seen but who knows what will happen.”

The group, previously lost and anxious, glowed with renew sense of purpose and determination: 10 minutes ago they had no plan and now they were ready to do what they signed up for.

“Get ready team” Oliver gestured about “We leave in five.”

Everyone broke away to prepare for the mission: Terri cracked every bone in her body, ready for any brawl she would start. Sel slunk back into the shadows and remained still among the darkness. Tyrell held leaned unevenly against the brick building nearby, trying to steady his breathing.

Flora, on the other hand, approached Oliver, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Oliver.”

“Flora.”

“I have a question for you.”

Oliver was confused “I’m not sure what about but go ahead.”

Flora pursed her lips “You were coming from West End, delivering a package to a Choir member out there correct?”

“Yeeeeees.” Oliver unsure where this was going “The old man. Lady Rozalin said it was the upmost importance.”

Flora bit her cheek nervously “Before you left, did you see him?”

His stomach turned cold as he remembered how uneasy he felt the day he left with Archie and Abigail, the chill that ran down his spine “No, why?”

“We haven’t been able to contact him. He is not responding to our wizards long range message spells. We’re…..worried.”

Oliver could feel his skin crawl with anxiety, his pulse raced as a horrible realization dawned on him.

“He’s missing.” Oliver spoke what Flora did not.

She nodded in response “As a high ranking member, he is important to our cause and since you were the last person to see him, the higher ups were wondering if anything suspicious happened the last day you spoke with him.”

Oliver remembered it clearly: The free money, rushing them out the door, his ‘tiredness.’ There was no such thing as free money in his mentor’s eyes and Roland was never known for pushing a guest out of his house or being tired in the middle of the day. He was attempting to get them to leave to prevent something from happening.

“He was acting weird.” Oliver admitted “At the time I found it strange but he gave me little room to argue. Now I’m wishing I had.”

Flora’s face was indifferent but Oliver could hear the sincerity in her voice “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this. If you need a moment…”

“No” Oliver cut her off quickly “I’m good. We have a mission to do and we need to focus on that now. Afterwards we can talk about finding out what happened to the old man.”

Flora gave a simple nod before wandering over to Terri’s side, lightly kissing her cheek with affection.

Oliver took a deep calming breath: There was no point to let his mind wander, to worry about things out of his control. Even if he wanted to do something, he was needed here and now. Besides the Choir would investigate Roland’s disappearance and there were agents far more experienced than he about.

He would leave it up to them. For the moment he needed to balance out the universe and root out the evil that laid in the shadows.

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 2804 A/N: This is part one of the two birthday fics I’ll be posting for Bakugou’s birthday! I know it’s not until the 20th, but I offer u this fluff today and will bring you other writing on Monday 🥺💖 please let me know what you think, I was struggling a bit with writing this so I hope its somewhat good!

Birthdays had always felt rather insignificant to Bakugou; year after year he perceived the day as just another twenty-four hours, another full rotation of Earth. Despite this, his rambunctious group of friends from high school always conjured up some sort of event to celebrate. Somewhere deep within his heart, he was grateful. Bakugou never truly knew how to express his gratitude, opting for choking out a quiet thank you by the end of the evening, the words falling on deaf ears in his friend’s intoxicated states.

It would come as a surprise this year when Bakugou discovered that both Sero and Kaminari had flown overseas for a mission and wouldn’t return until after his birthday. Mina was tangled up in hero duty and was unable to reserve the day off due to the increase in villain activity within the vicinity of her agency. He had yet to find out about Kirishima’s predicament, opting to call him when he got his first break of the day.

That break would come after his morning patrol with you, one of the newer sidekicks to join the agency. Your relationship with the hot-headed blonde was...complicated, to say the least. The two of you bickered like an old married couple in front of your co-workers, but alone he’d find himself subtly flirting with you. Of course, Bakugou’s version of flirting consisted of snarky comments and half-assed compliments that often slipped off his tongue as an insult.

It was impossible to deny that you had inevitably grown infatuated with the pro-hero Ground Zero after spending the past four months working alongside him. Every time you were partnered up, your heart squeezed just a bit tighter within the confines of your chest.

This morning he had stormed off after patrol, angrily spewing curse words under his breath after receiving a notification on his phone. Unphased, you rushed inside the building in search of the nearest restroom.

You had gotten distracted by one of your co-workers on your hunt, but once they eventually stopped chatting your ear off you turned the corner to the bathroom. Only, you skidded in your tracks when you witnessed Bakugou’s side profile as he angrily clutched the cell phone in his grasp. He held the device to his ear, teeth gritted as he listened to the person on the other line.

He hadn’t noticed your presence, narrowed red eyes facing towards the wall-length mirrors. Exposed through the glass was the beautiful mountain range of Mount Takao. The vibrant hues of reds and greens scattered across the plains of the mountains, so colorful it could be recognized from such a distance.

“Tch, shut up and quit apologizing already Kiri.” Despite Bakugou’s harsh tone, his slouched shoulders and melancholy expression were a stark contrast to his usual brash demeanor, “It was you idiots who made my birthday a big deal every year anyways.”

A few mumbled words were spoken from the other line, quiet enough that you couldn’t possibly make out what they had been saying. You felt a bit guilty eavesdropping on his conversation, but then he muttered one last thing before hanging up, “I’ll just spend my shitty birthday by myself tomorrow, I really don’t care.”

Something as simple as Bakugou’s birthday was new information to you, let alone the special day being tomorrow. You frowned at the realization that he was fully intending on spending it on his lonesome, remembering how it had been mentioned during a meeting that he would be off-duty.

“Oi, are you listening in on my conversations now?” Bakugou’s glare was redirected at you. Your own eyes widened as you realized you were lost in your train of thought.

Holding up your hands defensively, you responded, “I was just trying to get to the bathroom.”

“Whatever.” He stormed off; small crackling noises emitted from his palms as he disappeared from your line of vision.

No sassy remarks, no spitfire quips thrown back at you...the conversation he had on his phone affected him way more than his pride would ever allow him to admit. The idea that he would be alone on his birthday sat unwell inside of you for the rest of your shift, thinking back to the few trivial things you knew about Bakugou and how a man like him would want to enjoy his special day.

It would be a shot in the dark, a small sliver of a chance that he would oblige, but by the time you began heading home that evening, you had a plan and goal set in mind. Nobody should have to spend their birthday by themselves, even Bakugou Katsuki.

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The actual morning of Bakugou’s birthday was uneventful, his parents foiling his intentions of sleeping in by calling early to wish him well. They encouraged him to stop by his childhood home soon, teased him over whether or not he was seeing anybody, and overall kept the conversation light. By the time his mother finally stopped talking and allowed him to hang up, he couldn’t find it within him to fall back asleep.

A flood of text messages took over his notifications throughout the morning, the generic ‘Happy Birthday!’ sent from both friends and co-workers alike. He received a few longer messages from old classmates and an abundance of apologies in the group chat from his friends who couldn’t see him today.

Bakugou had accepted his fate for the day, opting to watch classic action films while working out in the comfort of his living room. He had been halfway through a set of push-ups when three consecutive rasps against his front door caught his attention.

A few possibilities of who could be knocking on his door flashed through his mind, but it definitely wasn’t you that he was expecting to see, “Hah?”

“Hey!” You chirped, growing a bit intimidated by the harsh gaze Bakugou directed at you, “Happy Birthday-”

“What do ya want?” He asked, his tone anything but amused.

A small part of him anticipated you were here to tell him he needed to come into work, but what passed your lips instead took him by surprise, “I want to take you out for your birthday.”

“Tch-” Bakugou surveyed your appearance, noticing your clothing was anything but formal, in fact, it appeared as if you were ready to step into the gym for a workout, “You stalkin’ me now? Coming to my place?”

“Listen, I overheard that you were going to spend your day alone yesterday, so I thought if you wanted you don’t have to do that anymore.” You explained yourself, growing small in confidence the further you spoke.

He seemed to contemplate your suggestion, but truly Bakugou couldn’t contain the warmth that spread through him at how the women he unknowingly developed a tiny crush on, you, went out of your way to plan an occasion for him.

“Fine, what shitty plans did you have in mind?” Arms crossed over his chest, he maintained his stoic expression even after your complexion lit up with the utmost glee.

You had recalled, in your time spent trying to conjure up a decent plan, that Bakugou had once mentioned mountain hiking to you as something he tended to do in his spare time. He also had stated how he didn’t get to go as often anymore now that he was occupied with hero work.

So when you parked your vehicle at the base of Mount Takao, you glanced over at the man in your passenger seat and just barely spotted a faint glimmer of excitement swimming in his vermilion irises. The lot itself was rather empty as you chose the path with less tourism; a majority of the mountain would be free for both you to explore.

“How’d ya know I like this shit?” The two of you began heading towards the path, entering past the tall trees that encompassed the entrance.

You clutched your small backpack’s straps, focusing on the earth beneath you to avoid tripping over any stones, “You mentioned it once on patrol, I guess it just stuck with me.”

The fact that you remembered something so miniscule about him only caused a soft pink flush to scatter across his cheeks, diverting his attention towards the walk ahead to avoid you noticing. Bakugou wasn’t used to this kind of affection from anyone, unsure of how to process the abundance of emotions swarming through his mind.

“Weren’t you supposed to work today?” Bakugou asked yet another question after a brief silence, the wind bounding itself around your bodies the higher you climbed the dirt pathway. The trees were painted with an assortment of colorful leaves, ones that you had only seen from a distance yesterday, but now you were able to admire their beauty up close.

Rolling your eyes, you chose to tease the ash-blonde at your side, “Are we playing twenty questions now?”

“Oh fuck off,” He snapped back, but there was no true malice behind his words, “Just answer me dammit.”

You hesitated in abashment, “I uh...I lied...I said I had a family emergency…”

A choked out noise crawled out of Bakugou’s throat, “Why would you lie just to spend your day with me?”

The two of you had stopped walking at this point, facing one another as you fell speechless before him and his furrowed gaze. How would you possibly explain that you had developed feelings for him without sounding like every other person who’s ever confessed to him?

You weren’t blind to the flirty remarks co-workers and other heroes alike tossed in his direction, it wasn’t news that every person who had asked him out was rejected publicly and harshly. What made you any different?

Before you could utter a single syllable, the sound of quick rapid movement diverted both of your attention to the path ahead. The sound of crackling palms had you nearly yelling at Bakugou to remind him you were in the middle of a highly flammable forest until suddenly the owner of the loud footprints exposed themselves.

The footprints were rather pawprints, a large dog had skidded to a halt in front of the both of you. His golden-brown fur had been dusted with dirt, drool dripping from his long tongue as he panted heavily.

“Are you lost, little guy?” You cooed, crouching down so that you were eye level with the animal.

Bakugou snorted, “I wouldn’t call him little, he’s pretty fuckin’ big.”

The dog reached over and excitedly sniffed your outreached hand before licking a wet stripe up the side of your cheek. Your laughter rang out through the dense forest, a hand coming up so that you could rake your fingers through his thick fur.

“Come pet him! Unless you’re scared of dogs, Bakugou.” His right eye twitched at the challenge, joining your side and crouching next to you. Of course, you just had to challenge him and now there he was getting slobbered on by a seventy-pound canine as your giggles chimed out like a melody to his ears.

The owners had eventually jogged over, thankful to see their pet had been in safe hands as both you and Bakugou had been petting the attention-hungry animal in comfortable silence. After thanking you and him profusely, they wandered back off and you noticed the sheen reflection of drool that still adorned the side of Bakugou’s face.

“Oi!” You had stepped towards him and reached up with your long sleeve, his rough fingers reflexively curling around your wrist defensively, “What are you doing?!”

“You have drool on your face, you don’t have sleeves so I was gonna clean it for you idiot.” He grumbled out a few curse words at your light insult, but nonetheless, his grip on you loosened and you leaned up to wipe it away.

Red eyes captured yours before you could fully back away, entrancing you in a moment that consisted solely of you and him. Neither of you were sure how long you had stood there, frozen in time as the world continued to exist. Words failed and died on both of your tongues, but it had been anything but uncomfortable.

“L-Let’s get to the top, we’re almost there!” You managed to snap out of it first, leaving the pro-hero to trail behind you as you began racing up to one of the many high peaks of the mountain.

The peak was absolutely stunning, many of the flowers in bloom as they scattered along the rich grass. A metal rail aligned the edge of the mountain, encasing the small space in an intimate setting. When you raced over to the guard rail and curled your fingers around the metal, you could just lean over enough to get a beautiful view of Tokyo.

“Oh! Are you hungry?” You had fallen so mesmerized with the view you had nearly forgotten your plans, the thermos in your backpack thankfully still warm as you slid it out.

Bakugou cocked up an eyebrow, following you quietly as the two of you sat at the rustic picnic table. His knee bumped into your thigh as he chose to sit next to you rather than across, eyes trained on the thermos with curiosity.

“I tried to make this as spicy as I could…” You reached into your bag once more to gather two bowls to pour the curry into, Bakugou’s eyes widening at the realization.

The delicious aroma of spices invaded his nostrils, appearing almost identical to his own recipe, “You fuckin’ made this?”

“Yeah, I see you eating it from time to time...you also once mentioned people who can’t handle spices are ‘weak shit’.”

He audibly snorted at your memory, knowing he probably did utter those words out at one point or another. The fact that you remember these minuscule details about him, that you actually listened to him rather than ogle him like every other person at their agency had his heart clenched tightly within his chest. Bakugou had never felt so paid attention to; he never wanted to forget this feeling as much as it melted at his hardened resolve.

“Alright, give me some of it already.” Snatching the bowl into his grasp, he took one bite of the dish and was pleasantly surprised at the flavors that exploded on his tongue. You smiled victoriously as he continued eating, taking that as your answer as the two of you enjoyed a light dinner within the beauty of nature.

The sun was slowly setting upon what Bakugou considered to be an actually decent birthday. He slouched against the picnic table, eyes trained on your figure. You were watching the sunset as it had casted over Tokyo, fingers clenched around the cool metal guard rail as you took in the hues of oranges and pinks that scattered across the sky.

“Tch, thank you...for today.” A sharp gasp left your lips as you hadn’t even noticed Bakugou had made his way over to you, hands shoved deep within his pockets as he spoke, “I had a decent time, despite it being with you.”

“Hey!” You pouted, dramatically pouting as your lower lip puckered out. Snickering, Bakugou threw all caution to the wind as he curled his large fingers around your waist and drew you against him.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden proximity. His red eyes focused on you before he allowed them to flutter shut at the same exact moment he pressed his lips against yours. The two of you kissed with the sunset as your witness, lips moving in tandem with one another as you curled your fingers into his tank top.

“Listen…” Bakugou pulled away first, his hot breath fanning against your eager mouth as you peered up into his intense gaze once more, “Nobody’s ever fuckin’ done so much for me in a single day, let alone my birthday. You managed to take me out on a hobby I missed doing, cooked me one of my favorite goddamn dishes...you only proved that my dumb feelings for you weren’t for nothing.”

This time, you leaned up and initiated the kiss, allowing yourself to get lost in his embrace. You didn’t need words to express how you felt about the ash-blonde, your actions from today were enough to settle his heart into a beat that matched your own.

“But, you still lied to get out of work, shitty woman.” Bakugou teased as he squeezed at your hip, smirking arrogantly down at you.

Scoffing, you gently shoved at his chest with the palm of your hand, “Well if I didn’t then we wouldn’t be here, now would we?”

“You’re right…” His fingers teased at the hem of your top, heat rising throughout your body as he whispered next, “I still think you should be punished for it, Princess.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #phasm.writings #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #lmk if theres any grammar errors sometimes im dumb

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