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waldau · 1 year ago

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the most handsome man in the world — seventeen | 1,165 words | fluff

i just needed to get this out of my system okay

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

premise: you tell your boyfriend you've seen a guy you consider to be the most handsome man in the world, wait for him to react, and then show him a picture of him that you took. you know, because he's the most handsome man in the world.

seungcheol

what do you mean you’ve seen a guy more handsome than him? isn’t he broad enough to fill up your entire line of vision? pouts at you cooing over said man on your phone till you hit a little nerve by saying the guy looks like he’d be so good to cuddle with that he immediately marches over to see who you’re giggling over. only to find his face staring back at him. immediately wipes off his frown and tickles you for having done something like that.

jeonghan

is aware that this has to be one of your traps where you want to draw a reaction out of him, so he holds out on giving any commentary for however long he can. it’s only when you roll over in bed, clutching your phone to your chest does he finally break, sneakily pulling you into himself so he can see who you’re talking about. it’s him, of course. had no doubt it would be him but he had to confirm. becomes the big spoon for the rest of the night.

joshua

you don’t ever bring up other people or their attractiveness in conversations, so joshua is mildly interested in hearing if you’re going to elaborate on this guy. doesn’t even consider said person to be a threat till you say something about this guy looking reliable enough to imagine a future with. his curiosity wins and he leans over to see his face lighting up your screen. gives you a kiss to remind you he’s going to fulfill that dream one day.

junhui

is torn between wanting to know who this person is and also not wanting to know because…do you actually find another guy more attractive than him? didn’t you say he’s the most handsome person you know? keeps to himself till you run up to him and show him your phone, only for him to see a picture he’d sent you when he’d been working out at the gym. makes sure to take some more photos for you.

soonyoung

laughs. oh, yeah? really? but then it turns out you’re not joking, because you’re blushing over someone he doesn’t even know? and you’re not telling him about it? chases you around the house to sneak a peek at your phone and collapses into a blushing mess when he realizes it’s him you’re talking about. gives you bear hugs and forces you to cuddle with him for a while to make up for the stress you caused him.

wonwoo

raises an eyebrow when he hears you talking about this really handsome guy you saw in the queue at the cafe today. gets curious the more you talk about him; how didn’t he notice this guy when you did? traps you in place against the wall to see who you’re talking about and can’t help but smirk when he sees it’s himself. gives you a smug kiss and tells you he wants to hear more about what you think of this guy.

jihoon

hears you, nods, focuses his attention back to the song he’s working on and wonders if it could use some more bass. it’s only when he’s about to finalize the song does he realize you were talking about…someone else? spins around to see you lounging on the couch and asks who you were talking about because he wants to jog his memory. feels slightly satisfied when he sees a picture of himself. so he did hear you right. he didn’t.

seokmin

he’s more curious about who you consider to be hot apart from him, more than the fact that this other guy could be a threat to him. indulges in you talking about this guy and theorizes about who it could be till you finally just show him who you were talking about because he apparently couldn’t get a hint. oh. it’s him. he blinks. almost squeals. peppers your face with kisses because his mind is all blank except for you.

mingyu

pouts. becomes a grumpy baby. even if you’ve seen someone more handsome than him (which is impossible, by the way), do you have to rub it in his face? feels more antsy the longer you talk to him about this guy. pulls the puppy face till you show him who you’re looking at. seeing his face on your screen is the last thing he expected, somehow. feels relieved for a few seconds before he makes you promise never to scare him again like that. takes payment in the form of cuddles.

minghao

another one who knows this is one of your ideas to get him to react some way. nods along and even says oh, really? when you tell him about how handsome this guy is, and how you feel kind of shy when you just think about him. doesn’t even need to look at your phone to know there’s no one else you’re talking about, so he tilts your chin to make you face him and presses a kiss to your lips, asking you if that’d help make you less shy.

seungkwan

you’re seriously talking about another guy? right now? stares at you in disbelief, at the fact that you’d do this after he spent his morning making you breakfast and cuddling with you because you seemed a bit exhausted. he’s sure he’s stared enough to burn a hole through your head. you roll over with a laugh and show him who you were looking at. it’s his own self bent over the stove, trying to figure out how to switch it on. pouts and doesn’t face you till you lure him with kisses.

vernon

overhears you talking on the phone with your friend about this handsome guy you saw while you were out on a walk today evening. you don’t stop talking about how he looked at you, how nice his smile was, and how good he looked against the setting sun. his brain runs in loops trying to figure out which guy looked at you like that while your hand was in his. opens his phone to see some pictures you’d taken of him, with the sun setting in the back. smiles and presses a kiss to your head when you’re done with your call.

chan

instantly competitive. him being drunk doesn’t change the fact that he’s the most handsome man in the world. struggles to pull himself out of your embrace to see who you’re talking about so he can give both of you a piece of his mind, only to find a picture of himself smiling goofily at the camera. that’s me, he says, mind a bit slow. where’s the guy you were talking about? turns out he’s the one you’re talking about. snuggles back into you like nothing was ever wrong.

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mischief-and-the-big-bad-wolf · 7 days ago

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Stiles woke up to Derek lazily sucking kisses to the back of his neck. He hummed and scooted backwards, closer to Derek.

"Good morning, Der, happy birthday," he murmured, reaching a hand back to pat Derek’s side.

"Thank you, love," Derek whispered, tucking his face into Stiles' neck and nuzzling his nose.

Stiles started pulling away, giggling at Derek’s annoyed grumbles, and said, "I wanna give you your present, babe."

"Later," Derek frowned, pulling on Stiles' hand when he got to his feet beside the bed.

"No, now. Wanna be just us when I give it to you," Stiles whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Derek's lips.

Derek quirked an eyebrow at Stiles who immediately blushed and flailed, slapping the back of his hand against Derek’s chest. "Not like that, pervert."

Derek chuckled and flopped on his belly and Stiles took that as his queue to go get the present. He ran to the attic of the rebuilt Hale house and pulled out the huge box he had hidden there.

Huffing, he carried it downstairs. He was so nervous that his heartbeat had to be deafeing to Derek. He dropped the box beside Derek woth a groan, tentatively taking a seat next to it as Derek sat himself up.

"May I?" Derek asked, gesturing at the box. Stiles nodded, chewing his lips anxiously, and watched as Derek carefully pulled the top off.

The first thing he pulled out was a ragged looking knitted blanket. With a strangled gasp, Derek brought it to his face and buried his nose in the fabric, greedily inhaling the scent.

"What - how?" Derek whimpered, red eyes peeking from behind the blanket.

"I had a witch cast a spell on it so that the smell would never fade," Stiles replied.

Derek nodded and composed himself a little, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders before digging back into the box.

Next, he took out a vintage looking watch, the edges of the leather strap looking a bit burnt. He immediately put it on his wrist, offering his hand to Stiles to secure it wordlessly.

He then removed a small wooden rattle, hand carved designs running down the hand. At this point, his eyes had filled up with tears.

He took a few calming breaths before pulling out a leather bound book. He looked questioningly at Stiles who whispered, "Open it."

Derek slowly opened the book as if afraid to find its contents. As soon as his eyes fell on the first page, the tears fell free, rapidly dripping down his face. He hastily turned from page to page, hand reverently grazing over all of them. Finally, anguished, heaving sobs burst out of Derek’s chest as he took in the pictures. A young Talia, holding baby Derek in her arms. Laura pushing toddler Derek on the swing. His grandma and grandpa in the middle of a slow dance. His parents kissing on their wedding day. All of the Hales with their extended families together on Christmas, dressed in matching pyjamas on the insistence of Derek’s father.

Stiles couldn't keep in his own tears at the sight of Derek and he silently cried. Derek carefully put the book aside after a while and pulled Stiles into his lap, hiding his face in Stiles' neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," Derek murmured against his skin, pressing kisses every so often.

"There are more things in the attic. I took whatever the police had taken that night and took it to a witch to be restored. She even magicked some things from scent memory, things that couldnt be saved. There are copies for Peter and Cora too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but-"

"Stiles, you have given me a piece of my family back. You don't have to apologize, for anything," Derek whispered fiercely, still scenting his neck. He pulled back from the hug and unwrapped the blanket from around his shoulders to put around Stiles'. "I love you, baby. You can't imagine how happy I am."

With a teary smile, Stiles flung himself into Derek's arms again. "I love you too, Derek, so much."

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #derek and stiles #derek x stiles #sterek fanfic #sterek imagine #drabble #ficlet #fluff

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unsuperingyournatural · 1 month ago

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delays and banished omens and Karens, oh my!

Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

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You knew it was going to be a long day the second the airline agent tilted her head at Pedro’s suitcase and asked, “Sir, is there a lithium battery in this bag?”

He’s explained it three times now. Kindly. Clearly. Patiently. Each time to a new associate who somehow manages to understand even less than the last.

Now, Pedro is standing at the counter asking to speak with a supervisor, his jaw tight but his voice calm. You stand beside him at the counter, close enough to feel the tension humming just beneath his calm exterior. Your arms are crossed and you do your best to keep your frustration tucked just beneath the surface.

The bag in question sits perfectly still on the scale. You know exactly what’s in it. So does he. You helped him pack it in the middle of the night, barely awake, somewhere between a press party and two hours of sleep.

To make matters worse, you spot them as soon as you glance past the queue. A few cameras. Two guys with phones already filming. And one very familiar TMZ “correspondent,” grinning like a cat who smells a headline.

They move in fast, just as the supervisor is being paged.

“Pedro!” one of them calls. “What’s in the mystery bag? Something fun?”

Pedro turns slightly, offering a tired smile with a flicker of his usual mischief. “Just socks and a backup hoodie. No secret gadgets or cursed relics today, unfortunately.”

The TMZ guy laughs and presses in a little closer. “Is it true you travel with weights? Emotional or actual?”

Pedro’s expression barely changes, but his voice takes on that familiar dry lilt. “A little of both. But the emotional ones take up way more space.”

You hear the quiet strain in his voice, the kind of effort it takes to stay friendly after two days with no real rest. He hasn’t slept more than six hours total in forty-eight hours. Now he's stuck explaining his luggage to airline staff and TMZ like he's on trial.

Then, as if the circus wasn’t loud enough, the woman behind you in line chimes in. She’s maybe late sixties, her cardigan folded neatly over her shoulders. “Well, if there’s a battery in there, they have to be careful. These rules are for everyone.”

You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to taste blood. Pedro doesn’t even blink. He turns to her with the same polite smile and says, “There’s no battery, ma’am. But you’re absolutely right about safety.”

You want to snap at her but keep yourself in check, especially since TMZ would love that footage that would guarantee you a firmly-worded call from your publicist. But who the hell is she to lecture him? Who even asked her to chime into the conversation? As if he doesn't already have enough to deal with, now a Karen-lite is sharply watching every move he makes and listening to every word he says.

Before you can mentally vent any more of your frustration at the rude woman, the supervisor arrives. Pedro straightens. You see the small shift in his posture, the way he’s already bracing for another round of repeating himself. You step a little closer and murmur just loud enough for him to hear, “Let me take this one.”

He hesitates for half a second. Then nods once, subtle but sure.

You turn to the supervisor with your friendliest smile and keep your tone warm. “Hi. Thanks for coming. I think there’s been a misunderstanding. This bag’s been flagged, but there’s no lithium-ion battery inside. He’s explained it a few times already, and we’re just hoping you can take a quick look so we don’t miss our flight.”

The supervisor is firm but professional as she runs through the policy. You listen quietly and wait her out. Pedro lets out a soft breath beside you, hand still resting on the suitcase.

Once she’s finished, you politely explain again. Then Pedro opens the bag and shows her. She checks, asks a couple of follow-up questions, and finally—after a brief inspection—nods and says, “This is fine. You’re good to check it.”

You thank her, sincerely, and move away from the counter with Pedro at your side. But before you can get more than a few steps, a small crowd of fans steps into your path, holding out photos, notebooks, and pens.

Pedro smiles as kindly as ever, even as he glances at his watch. “I’ve only got a minute or two, but I’ll do what I can.”

He signs a few autographs, takes a quick selfie with someone who’s shaking with excitement, and answers a question about his next project. The TMZ guy circles like a shark, phone still recording.

“So, Pedro, was it a battery or not? What actually happened at the counter?”

Pedro keeps his tone steady. “No battery. Just a misunderstanding. It happens.”

You can see it in his face, though. He’s smiling, but there’s a thread of exhaustion running underneath. It pulls at the corners of his eyes, makes his responses a little softer, a little slower.

You step in gently, laying a hand on his back. He catches the cue immediately. After finishing one last autograph, he hands the pen back and offers a quick apology.

“Thanks, everyone. Really. But we’ve got to go. Gotta make our flight.”

He moves back beside you, falling into step without a word. Once you’re safely past the check-in area and out of sight, he exhales a quiet, almost exasperated, “Jesus.”

You glance over and catch him wiping a hand down his face, eyes squeezed shut for a moment.

Without saying anything, you reach up and squeeze his shoulder. He leans into it for a second, then slides his arm around you and pulls you close as you walk.

Security is a blur. Shoes off, laptops out, the whole drill. You both get through quickly, collect your things, and hurry to the gate just as they begin boarding your section.

Inside the plane, the two of you stow your carry-ons and sink into your first-class seats, the fatigue finally settling into your bones. Pedro drops down beside you, lets his head fall back against the seat for a second, then immediately leans toward you.

His arms come around you, warm and heavy, and he buries his face against your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into your sweatshirt. “For handling that. I was close to losing it.”

You press a kiss to the top of his cap. “Of course, babe.”

He sighs and squeezes you once more before settling in, eyes closed.

You let him stay like that, feeling his breath slow against you. Eventually, you reach forward to grab something from the seat pocket—and stop.

Your hand hovers above it.

“Umm… Pedro?”

He doesn’t lift his head. “Mmm?”

“Skymall is gone, right? Like, it doesn’t exist anymore.”

He yawns. “Yeah, pretty sure they went bankrupt. Why?”

You slowly point to the magazine in the seat pocket. He lifts his head, follows your finger, and stares.

Sitting right there, tattered and slightly warped, is a Skymall catalog.

He squints at it like it’s a ghost. “Okay. That’s weird.”

“Weird?” you repeat, your voice inching higher. “That’s an omen. It’s a sign.”

He leans back slightly and studies your face. “Babe. Deep breath.”

“No, seriously, what kind of person holds onto a Skymall magazine for years and then just leaves it on this plane? Right where I was going to sit?”

Pedro sees the panic blooming fast. You’re tired. You’re stretched thin. He knows this spiral well.

Before you can launch into a full theory about doomed flights and cursed in-flight shopping, he leans in and kisses you. Gently. Long enough to stop the rush of your thoughts.

You melt into him. You always do.

When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours. “It’s okay. We’re okay. Someone just left it. The universe is not coming for us.”

You take a breath, still pressed close. “You sure?”

He grins. “Positive. And if the universe is coming for us, we’ll outrun it at baggage claim.”

You laugh, finally letting your shoulders drop.

Pedro picks up the magazine, raises his eyebrows at it, and then promptly stuffs it under the seat in front of him.

"Banished. Never happened. Probably haunted too. That magazine’s got cursed catalog energy."

The plane hums to life, and for the first time in hours, you both start to relax. When you lean back and let your head rest against his shoulder, he takes your hand and laces your fingers together without a word.

Whatever else the day throws at you, you’ll deal with it.

One flight at a time.

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gilverrwrites · 1 year ago

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Im back on my supernatural shit, can you please do TFW + Gabe and anyone else you wanna do reacting to finding out the reader had a dirty dream about them?

Author note: Me too Boo, me too. I added lucifer, just cause I wanted too. Hope you enjoy! I also switched things up with gifs for each instead of one image for everyone. Lemme know which one you guys prefer.

Rating: M/18+

Please remember: that it is enough to exist as you are.

Dean

You’ve never seen a bigger shit-eating grin in all your life; he looks like he hit the jackpot.

No matter how much or how little you tell him, he won’t stop making jokes or bragging how bad you want it.

Dean I need you t- “Yeah you do.” Stop it! “Bet you weren’t saying that in your dreams last night.” *Gesturing at something even remotely suggestive* “Hey hey hey, did we do that?”

He promises to stop if you give him the full run down.

And when you do, he’s like Christmas came early.

All wide eyes and dopy smiles, occasional blushing.

He’s got a million and one questions throughout, but the final and most is obviously: “You wanna go at the real thing?”

Sam

Immediate shuts down for like 5 minutes. His brain has to comprehend and then reboot.

He won’t joke or make fun of you, at least not in front of other people.

But as soon as you’re alone, he’s got questions, lots of detail-oriented questions.

He’s not outright asking what your dream was, just teasing you with meticulously detailed fantasies of his own posed as questions.

“Did I make you beg for it? Did you make me beg?” “Were you completely naked, stretched out underneath me? Were my hands around your throat?” “What did I say? Did I tell you I would ruin you? That you deserved it? Did you want me to?”

Castiel

Angels don’t dream. Primarily because they don’t sleep.

So, he’s not really sure what to make of this confession at first.

Queue the signature furrowed brow and head tilt.

“Why?” I don’t know, I didn’t do it on purpose! “That’s true. I suppose this is your mind’s subconscious way of informing you that you are sexually attracted to me."

Boy, he doesn’t beat around bushes.

He would need time to stew on it from there.

It could be hours, days, maybe weeks before he brings it up again.

“I am curious about your dream.” What dr- oh right. “I am flattered. Should you be willing, I would like to discuss this more. For example, which of us…”

Gabriel

You can sense the raised brows and the satisfied smirk before he even does it.

“Reeeeeally?”

Gabe’s reaction is very similar to Deans, just like a Trickster in a candy store.

Only he’ll wait to get you alone before he starts bombarding you.

If you won’t tell him outright, he’ll keep guessing.

And every new guess is accompanied by a costume and/or scenery change.

“Maybe we filmed the newest instalment of casa erotica?” “No? Maybe you paid Dr Sexy a visit?” “Mile high club?” “No? Kinkier? You into a little BDSM?”

I’ll let you fill in the visual blanks. 😉

Lucifer

His reaction is a lot more subdued.

That doesn’t make it any less dubious. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him.

He’ll ask earnestly enough to start out.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

When you refuse, he doesn’t push. Doesn’t joke, or tease.

But the smile he keeps giving you.

The way he watches you, totally engrossed but poised, is enough to drive you crazy.

When he finally asks again, later on, in that low, relaxed tone:

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me all about your dirty little fantasies?”

Temptation really is his game.

#supernatural reader insert #supernatural imagine #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #spn gabriel x reader #spn lucifer x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #spn gabriel #spn lucifer #gilverrwrites

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jlheon · 1 year ago

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𝓒𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐉𝐘

(𝓹airing) — sjy x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓷eighbors to lovers ; fluff & hs au (𝔀ordcout) three-thousand one-hundred 𝓹eng's note. america core oops 🦅 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. a sequence of events from your and jake’s senior year

꣑୧ 𝓶𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

01. new hair

it’s the first day of the new school year. you’re tired but less than what you’ve been in previous years.

this year, you can finally say goodbye to the early bus rides and even longer rides home.

your neighbor, sim jaeyun, has a car and parking and is willing to bring you to and from. you’ve never been so thankful for the blonde boy.

blonde? more like brunette boy now.

“you dyed your hair back?” you say as you walk up to the driver’s side of the car, he rolls down the window.

“yeah,” jake nodded. “what do you think?”

“it looks good…” you admire his new hair color and cut. “still a little dead though,” you reach through the window to touch his hair. his hair is still soft but there’s a hint of frailness from the rounds of bleach he’s been doing for nearly a year.

“maybe you could use that hair mask you always use on me?” he suggests.

“maybe.”

02. amusement park

this is the first and last time you will ever skip school. especially with sim jaeyun.

it’s his idea to ditch school and drive to the nearest amusement park, two hours away from your town.

“come on ____ie,” jake says as you buckle your seatbelt. “it’s SAT day for the juniors… we won’t be missing anything!”

“still! our parents are going to be called!” you argue.

“if they get mad at you, i’ll deal with them,” jake reassures you, putting a hand on your headrest while reversing out of your driveway. “the tickets are on me.”

“tickets?” you raise an eyebrow.

you and jake spend the whole day until sundown at the amusement park.

once you finally accept the fact you should be more laid back for senior year, you drag him from ride to ride. despite him being scared shitless of roller coasters he goes on them with you since he knows how badly you want to ride them.

the only condition is that he gets to hold your hand if he gets scared. which is inevitably the whole day, which he gets to use the excuse to hold your hand in queues.

he also holds your hand while walking around the park with the excuse of not wanting to lose you in the crowd.

as if there are a bunch of people on a random weekday. the only ‘crowd’ is just the families with children no older than five.

the only thing jake can confidently do is get you a giant plushie at one of the scam-like carnival game stands. which he carries around for the remainder of the day.

you hate to admit it but skipping was a good idea even though when you two return home both sets of your parents are waiting furiously on your front porch.

“it was my idea,” jake takes the blame as you peek out from behind him, holding his hand for comfort.

you both get grounded for a week and are forced to take the bus to and from school. that didn’t matter though because you both had fun that day.

03. sick day

one morning jake is surprised to see that when he pulls into your driveway that you aren’t waiting for him.

you’re so punctual and on time so it makes him worried. but he gives you the benefit of the doubt and sits in his car for ten minutes. maybe you're just running a little late.

when you don’t respond to his texts jake becomes more worried. he caves, gets out of his car, walks up your front steps, and rings the doorbell.

when you come to the door with messy hair and a pale face jake can already sense you’re sick and miserable.

“woah, are you okay?”

“sorry for not texting,” you sneeze. “i’m staying home today.”

“are your parents home?” jake asks, looking around your house behind you.

“no,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes.

“let me in.”

“but school starts in twenty, you’ll be late,” you try to push him out the door, though he’s stronger than you.

“let me take care of you,” he wraps his arms around your waist and carries you upstairs towards your room.

jake spends the day in your room giving you medicine, soup, and under the covers next to you. making sure he’s with you as you rest incase you need anything. not letting you get up at all unless you really must.

your parents come home to you and jake cuddled up on the couch.

to no one's surprise, your parents call jake’s parents and inform them about their son's whereabouts for the day.

jake does not get grounded for skipping that time.

꣑୧ 𝓪𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

01. after school nap

after a long day of test after test, each teacher trying to get one in before winter break, you’re exhausted.

walking up to jake’s car with dark circles and messy braids. ready to go home and crash on your bed to start your week-long break.

the frigid weather has you shivering as you approach the vehicle. your nose and cheeks flushed red from the cold.

“cold outside?” jake asks as you quickly shut the door and sink into the passenger’s seat. his car had been running for a couple of minutes now as he got let out early by his teacher.

“super,” you yawn, snuggling into your jacket.

the car is taken over by a comfortable silence. the only noises being the car engine and the wind outside. keeping his eyes on the road jake asks you a question.

“how were your tests?” he asks while turning the corner.

he gets no response, at the red light he glances over to see you sleeping soundly in the seat next to him.

when arriving at your house jake decides that you look too adorable and comfortable to wake you up just yet. he knows you’ve been studying hard the past week and barely sleeping. ten minutes is what he tells himself, he’ll wake you up in ten minutes.

ten minutes later jake has also fallen asleep.

you both nap in the heated car for god knows how long. then when a continuous taps on the window register in jake’s brain he opens his eyes to see it is already dark out. the digital clock reads three-quarters past five.

your mom is currently knocking on the driver’s side window.

“hi jaeyun,” she greets when he rolls down the window. “i think you two have been sleeping for too long.”

“yeah, i’m so sorry!” he apologizes. “i guess i fell asleep while i was waiting for her to wake up.”

“that’s alright,” your mother smiles at him. “just making sure you weren’t doing anything else in here!”

jake can’t help the heat creeping up his neck in embarrassment at the suggestion you two were doing something other than sleeping.

“how about you join us for dinner tonight!”

“i’d love to,” jake scratches the back of his neck. “i’ll bring her inside.” he looks over at your peaceful expression wondering how you didn’t wake up in the past couple of minutes.

02. passenger princess

“get out,” jake says when sunghoon climbs into the passenger’s seat of his car.

“what do you mean?” sunghoon replies, furrowing his bushy eyebrows. “you said you’re taking me home!”

“i am!” the australian boy retorts. “but you have to sit in the back.”

“why!” the younger boy whines, crossing his arms childishly.

“because the front seat is for ____,” jake explains, unlocking the door so sunghoon can exit.

“not fair,” sunghoon groans. “last time i checked she didn’t call shotgun.”

“well, she always sits next to me-” he’s cut off by the back door opening and you setting your backpack on the middle seat. “hey, don’t sit there. sunghoon was just about to move.”

“oh! okay!” you get up, looking at sunghoon innocently.

“fuck you,” the black-haired boy says under his breath. “i’m supposed to be your passenger princess.”

“hi hoon!” you sweetly greet him, he suddenly doesn’t feel too betrayed anymore.

“hey,” he says as he goes to the back seat, switching places with you.

you all buckle into the car and as jake backs out of the parking lot you reach over the console to plug your phone into the charger.

jake never lets me do that without asking! sunghoon thinks to himself.

you start fiddling with the car plane on his screen. selecting yourself as aux and playing your shared playlist with jake.

sunghoon notices that his phone is no longer an option for bluetooth on jake’s car and feels even more offended.

jake hums along to the songs you queue as you sing along while reapplying your lip tint in the pull-down mirror.

jake said he hates this song! sunghoon thinks again, cringing at how down bad his friend is for you.

when the trio arrives at sunghoon’s house he quickly gets out and bids goodbye to you only as you wave through the window as he walks up the steps to his front door.

jake soon receives a text from his best friend.

penghoon 🐧 : that was disgusting GET UPP i am your PASSENGER PRINCESS NOT HER ☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔

03. corsage

the friday before prom on the way home school school, jake can’t shake off the sad pout on your face. he feels as if there’s a small rain cloud thundering above your head that’s making your lips droop.

“what’s the matter?” jake asks gently as he sees your sad state.

“i don’t have a date to prom anymore,” your frown becomes stronger.

“what?” he asks with wide eyes. “did you just find out? prom is tomorrow night?”

“i know,” you slouch into your seat. “her boyfriend surprised her by flying in last night and now i don’t get to have a corsage like everyone else! neither do i have a ride…”

“i’ll pick you up,” jake offers. “i don’t have a date either.”

“thank you,” you say with a slight frown still on your face, though inside your relieved to know jake is going alone.

the next morning jake rushes to find a place that has a corsage just perfect for you and for him to match with.

unfortunately, he doesn’t know your dress color so he brings as many different colored ties with him when he picks you up. picking a white corsage so it can match with any color.

when you answer the door jake feels all the air being knocked from his lungs. you’re breathtaking. literally. he starts coughing and you pull him into your house and pat his back.

“where’s your tie?” you ask when he finally starts breathing normally again.

“i have multiple in my car,” he says bashfully. “i wanted to make sure we matched.”

jake quickly leaves to retrieve the ties and corsage.

when you spot the clear box with the pretty white flower that matches the one on his blazer you’re quick to nearly tackle him.

“oh my god! you got me a corsage!” you squeal hugging is neck tightly.

“anything for my prom date,” pats your head, careful to not mess up the hairstyle he knows you spent a good hour on.

04. third-wheel

“are we waiting for someone?” you ask as jake scrolls on his phone after you two have been sitting in the car for a couple of minutes now.

“yeah,” jake’s eyes drift from his phone to the back exit of the school, finally seeing the tall black-haired boy making his way towards the car. “we’re bringing riki home.”

“hey guys!!” the younger boy grins as he slides into the backseat.

“hi ki!” you smile at him in the rearview mirror. “do you want to come with me and jae to the café downtown? or are you busy?”

“i’m not busy!” riki has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, knowing that jake had told him to not get in the way of your study date.

alas, you’re the one who invited him, so jake cannot protest.

“oh! haha great!” jake says as he grips the steering wheel hard enough that his knuckles turn white. luckily for him, that’s the least of your concerns as you stare at the way his veins have become more prominent. “the more the merrier!”

the three of you sit in a booth in the café. thankfully jake had kicked riki out of your side of the booth while you were in the bathroom. now jake was by your side doing his own homework as you both shared a slice of strawberry shortcake.

riki on the other hand sits at the opposite side of the table with his straw conveniently next to his mouth as he plays games on his phone.

“riki, don’t you have any homework?” you ask him as you look over at the gaming underclassmen.

“i did it in study hall,” he clarifies, eyes still glued to his screen like a giant ipad kid.

“i find that hard to believe,” jake whispers in your ear.

“be nice,” you nudge him, to which he shrugs.

you both go back to doing your work for a while until jake sees that you have one bite's worth of cake left. he knows you’ll argue with him and insist he eats it. so instead he silently picks it up with his fork and turns to you.

“____,” he says as he brings the utensil to your lips, waiting for you to get the whole piece before retracting his hand, “good?” he asks.

you nod your head as you finish chewing the cake. jake notices that some icing got stuck on the corner of your lips and wordlessly brings his thumb to your face to clean you.

you both stare at each other. the way your eyes sparkle when jake makes eye contact with you is mesmerizing. he dares to almost lean in until riki clears his throat.

“um, my mom says i have to be home for dinner soon.”

“oh yeah,” jake says as he awkwardly backs away. “let’s get you home.”

05. driver switch

you’ve been sitting around in jake’s car for about an hour now. you didn’t know he had practice today and he had only gotten to tell you after the buses left.

instead, he had you walk to the soccer field so he could give you his keys so you could wait in the car for him.

his teammates looked at him suspiciously when you approached.

“since when did you have a girlfriend?” heeseung, the soccer captain asks.

“that’s ____,” riki, an underclassman, interrupts, “jake’s neighbor he’s secretly in love with.”

“shut up,” jake shoves his shoulder as you were still walking close by.

“is that why you wouldn’t set me up on a date with her?” sunghoon pops up behind jake, startling him.

“maybe,” jake mumbles, taking the ball and kicking it along.

once practice is over jake walks to the parking lot with sunghoon and jay. he spots you from afar sitting in his car while reading a book.

he says goodbye to his friends who are quick to tease him and walks over to the car. knocking on the window so you let him open it.

“hi! how was practice?”

“tiring,” jake sighs, placing his bag in the back seat.

“seems like it,” you comment, “i’ll drive us home!”

“nah, it’s fine.”

“please! i never get to drive because i don’t have my own car,” you whine, “you’re clearly tired anyways.”

“it’s my car,” jake argues.

“but i have the keys!” you pout.

“just this once,” jake says while you both switch seats.

06. the date

after your almost kiss at the café, jake musters up the courage to bring you on a real date. the near kiss did everything to confirm that the pining he had been doing for you since the beginning of high school was mutual.

waiting for him to pick you up was seriously nerve-wracking. you kept telling yourself that this wasn’t new at all, which is true, and that it was just jake.

but that was exactly the problem.

you haven’t seen jake since he confessed to you and asked you out on a real date.

that was three days ago, the last day of school when he dropped you home after getting celebratory ice cream.

you’ve been in jake’s car with him more than a hundred times but today was different. you weren’t just driving to school or around town, you were going on a date with him.

at that fancy place, you both discussed going to back when you were just friends. scrolling through the menu on the website for a hypothetical meal turned into reality now.

“you look beautiful,” jake says when you walk downstairs.

of course, he went inside to talk to your parents beforehand. jake was nothing but a gentleman. he reaches for your hand and twirls you around once your feet touch the floor. he admires your dress with lovesick eyes and you think you might as well be dreaming right now.

you bid goodbye to your parents and walk hand in hand down to his car. jake reached to open the passenger door for you and made sure you were inside before closing it.

you fiddle with your necklace as jake starts the car, which he catches onto the awkward atmosphere quickly.

“are you nervous?” jake glances over at you.

“kinda- a lot actually,” you chuckle awkwardly. “it’s just kinda weird being in your car for the first time after we told each other we liked each other.”

“i get it,” jake nods his head before reaching over the console to take your shaking hand into his. “it’s just me.”

“that’s the thing,” you say. “of course i’m nervous jae, i like you, and now you know.”

“i like you too though and i’m also nervous,” he squeezes your hand. “this shouldn’t be any different from when we hang out! just don’t overthink it.”

“okay,” you feel yourself getting flustered, interlacing your fingers with his as he starts driving.

“at least we already know what we want to order!” jake laughs, recalling your late-night menu scrolling two weeks ago before either of you knew about the reciprocated feelings. “one less thing to be worried about.”

you finally let out a genuine laugh.

that night when jake walks you back to your door he does what riki interrupted you from doing. kissing you softly under the dim light provided by your porch light.

when you both finally pull away to see jake cutely pouting at the fact your night together is coming to a close.

“what’s wrong, yun?” you giggle, resting your hands on his chest.

“i don’t want to go home yet,” he says with a pout on his face. bringing you closer so your head rests on his chest as he holds you.

“maybe you can come inside?” you look up at him with hopeful eyes.

at the end of the night, you end up in your boyfriend’s arms.

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daydaydayrk420 · 1 month ago

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Princess

Bucky Barnes X male reader

⚠️ bottom Bucky, top reader, man in a dress, creampie, fluuuuuuuffffff⚠️

🚨 minors and girls do not interact 🚨

Y/n has been at work all day. Hardly had the chance to text or call his boyfriend Bucky.

Today is their anniversary.

But unfortunately, his job just had to run short-staffed today.

He managed to leave for his lunch break before anyone requested anything. So the moment he's out he pulls out his phone. And as if on queue, the title 'princess' pops up on the screen. Y/n can't help but smile, and then immediately picks up. "Hey, Buck, you called just as I left for my break. Are you spying on me?" The man said with a grin and a teasing tone.

A chuckle rings through the other end of the call. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I'm tracking your phone to alert me when you leave the job building." Bucky's tone of voice fails to hide the mischief behind his teasing.

"Is that so? Can I not come home?" Y/n said with a smirk that Bucky could practically hear through the phone. Y/n knows Bucky well enough to catch on his games.

"Well about that.. when do you end?" Bucky sounded as if he was counting something in his head. Planning something.

"Well.." Y/n checks his watch. "In three hours if they let me."

"Three hours that's...four..five six..." Bucky mumbles to himself as if counting the time. "Right okay. I can work with that." He said before thinking. He almost slipped on his plan.

"Work with that?" Y/n asks as he's filled with curiosity.

"Alright, love you, bye!" Bucky ends the call before y/n can question him any further. Y/n laughs and looks at his screen. "What is he up to now." He whispered to himself under his breath and made his way to buy some food.

And just as six o'clock rolls around. Y/n finally starts to make his way home.

Little does he know that his super soldier boyfriend is running around the house in panic because he in fact could not work with three hours.

As y/n stays blissfully unaware of the panic inside their home, Bucky is cursing left and right as he stands in the middle of the living room. He forgot something. Of course he did. But what? He knows something is missing but what is it?

"Bucky! I'm home!" Y/n called out with a smile as he closed the door. He's facing it as he kicks off his shoes and puts his jacket on the hanger.

Bucky feels like he has never run faster in his life. He stands behind the wall that connects the entry room to the living room. "Don't turn around! And close your eyes!" He said, still panicking.

Y/n freezes in his spot. "okay.." he said with caution as he stood in his spot and closed his eyes. "Is everything alright?" He asks with concern.

"Yes! Don't worry, sweetheart, everything is fine, but I'm not ready yet." Bucky said as he shuffled stuff around.

"Not ready yet?" The other man hummed as he tilted his head to the side so his ear was facing where Bucky was as if trying to hear what he was doing.

"Just... don't look!" Bucky, as grumpy as always, muttered in frustration because his plan was not working out. He hears the other man chuckle from the main room.

Okay so the flowers are where they should be, and so are the balloons, the petals, the candles, the music... The music! Bucky's mind worked overdrive as he finally remembered the missing piece. He rushes to the turning table in the corner and puts on Frank Sinatra's - The World We Knew album.

The super soldier takes a deep breath and looks towards the mirror he can see through the entry towards the hallway. He makes sure he's intact before he makes his way to stand in the open space living room.

"Okay, you can turn around now." He said with a nervous smile.

Just as ordered, y/n turns around. He notices the rose petals on the floor first. He can't help but smile immediately.

He follows the path of roses and slowly looks up.

A faint gasp slips past y/n's lips as he's met with the view of Bucky standing nervously in a pretty red summer dress. His sleeves reach his elbows so his metal arm is in view. The dim candlelight reflected on his shaved legs. His feet are bare as he stands on the cold wooden boards that bring him comfort. He's surrounded by candles with their favorite scent, the aroma gives a calm undertone to the storm that's raging inside Bucky's mind.

Bucky's nervousness grows as he watches how his boyfriend stands motionless in the doorway. He's having a hard time reading him. And it's frustrating. He was trained for this. Why is it so hard?

"James.." y/n finally speaks up. The soldier's face flushes red. His eyes track every move y/n makes.

The slow steps forward. The slow movement of his eyes as he drinks in the view of Bucky in a dress. The view of Bucky in candlelight.

"You..." Y/n whispered as he walked closer. The heels of his boots softly thud against the wooden floorboards.

Bucky feels even more nervous. Y/n can see the way the super soldier's throat bops as he gulps down his nervousness.

Y/n stops in front of Bucky. Their bodies are so close that they can feel each other's heat. He carefully reaches up and cups the soldier's cheek.

"You're so beautiful..." Y/n whispered as he took in every detail of his boyfriend's face.

Bucky's breath hitches and his body is filled with relief. A sheepish smile spreads across his face as he looks at the man before him.

"You really think so...?" The soldier's voice is soft. If y/n wasn't so near he wouldn't have heard him.

"Really beautiful..." Y/n whispers and pulls Bucky into a gentle kiss.

Bucky melts on the spot. His arms wrap around the other man's shoulders and pull him closer. "Happy anniversary Y/n" the soldier murmured against the other's lips.

"Happy anniversary, Buck," Y/n murmurs happily and wraps his arms around Bucky's hips.

They stand there for a long time. Holding each other, swaying side to side as they shower each other in lazy and happy kisses.

They break it off once the record player has reached its end.

Bucky reluctantly pulls away and looks at his boyfriend with a soft smile.

"What should we dance to next princess?" Y/n purred and pecked Bucky's lips before walking over to the gramophone.

The super soldier is stunned. His mouth parts in surprise as he stares ahead of himself where y/n once stood.

Y/n doesn't notice as he's looking through their record collection. "40s? 90s? Or something more modern-ish?" When he doesn't get an answer he turns around to face Bucky. When he sees his stunned expression he chuckles. "Buck?"

The super soldier finally comes back to reality and faces his boyfriend. His face matches the red of his dress. "Yes?"

Y/n grins. "You're so fucking adorable I just want to eat you up." That doesn't help Bucky's blush whatsoever.

"Maybe put on the tape?" Bucky suggested.

Y/n immediately lights up. He puts away the record album and moves to their cassette collection. He immediately grabs the special tape.

Their mix tape. The mixtape of slow music and their shared love. Bucky made that mixtape with the help of his friend. He gifted it to y/n on their second date that Bucky planned from scratch. He reserved an open field and had a podium built. He had it decorated with rose petals and oil lamps. A small player where they put the tape in and then they danced all night. Bucky knew y/n was the one for him.

Since then they've kept that tape as their most prized treasure.

Slow 40s music starts to play throughout the room. Both men just quietly stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.

Bucky is the first to move. He takes slow steps forward.

Y/n just stands and watches how the super soldier moves so delicately. As if he was counting his steps. His moves.

Once he's in front of y/n. He offers his hand. Y/n gently takes the hand and pulls the soldier closer. He rests one hand on his hip. Feeling the fabric of the summer dress beneath his fingers.

Bucky rests his metal hand on the other's shoulder. He gently moves it back to trace y/n's nape. They stand like that for a little while. Either enjoying each other's presence or counting the beat of the song so they can move in rhythm.

And as if on cue. They start to sway. Their bodies move in rhythm. Together as one. Bucky's bare feet create quiet shuffling notes as they move over the hardwood floor. The sound feels so delicate. Almost as a feather lightly caressing a cheek compared to y/n's heavy steps. Heeled dress shoes that clink against the wooden floors with deep thumps. Like a small drum.

They don't break eye contact once. Both of them are too lost in each other's eyes to even care to blink.

But y/n is the first to cave. His eyes flutter shut. The coolness of the vibranium hand caressing his name at a devilishly slow pace, making his mind woozy.

"James..." Y/n murmurs as he leans closer. The super soldier shivers. He knows what's coming when y/n starts to use his birth name.

"Yes?" He whispered as he tried to stay calm.

Y/n lets go of Bucky's hand and puts it on his other hip. His hands start to move toward Bucky's back. "I didn't have time to make you something for our anniversary..." He whispered and leaned towards Bucky's neck.

The super soldier closes his eyes and leans his head back. "That's alright. I know you'll figure something out." He breathes out. "You always do."

"..mm... you're right." Y/n hummed and started placing soft kisses on Bucky's exposed neck.

"Y-you already got an Idea huh?" Bucky had to clear his throat because his voice just couldn't come out properly. He knows what y/n is up to. And he has no problem with it.

Y/n cups the lower part of Bucky's round ass only for him to pause all his actions. "James..." He practically growls with the way his voice rumbled. Bucky's breath hitches. He lets out a quiet squeak.

The other man pulls back slightly to look at the super soldier with hooded eyes. "Are you not wearing any underwear?" His voice got low. His control is slipping.

"No." The super soldier peeped out as his face flushed yet again matching the shade of his dress.

That's enough for y/n's control to slip. His lips crack onto Bucky's and his hands squeeze the round mounts.

Bucky moans into Y/N's ear. That only fuels the man to do more. He lets go with one hand and brings it down towards the skirt of the dress. He lifts it up until he can feel the smooth warm skin of Bucky's lower thigh.

"Oh-!" Bucky moans in surprise. His hands grab onto y/n's hair and pull him closer.

Y/n runs his hand higher and higher, enjoying the warm skin underneath his fingertips. His lips trace the contour of Bucky's cheek towards his ear. "You wouldn't have happened to have prepped before this have you?" He purred, not really expecting an answer, for he was only teasing.

"I did," Bucky said with a shaky voice as his body shivered at the feeling of y/n's breath on his skin.

Y/n grips Bucky's ass tighter. His mind is spinning. "So... you're saying...I have full access... right now?" Y/n muttered between kisses on Bucky's shoulder. The super soldier only nods to confirm that he, in fact, is fully accessible.

Y/n's hand moves further up the dress. It doesn't stop until It feels the bare hip where the rim of Bucky's boxers would be.

Bucky shivers as his leg is now fully exposed, and so is some of his member.

"You are so perfect you know that?" Y/n murmured into Bucky's ear. "I'm going to devour you." He growled and marked Bucky's neck.

Bucky's arms wrap around y/n's head to hold him close. Their chest's press together so tight that they can practically feel each other's heartbeat.

Bucky lifts the bare leg up over y/n's hip. The other man groans and grips the flesh of Bucky's thick thigh that's on his hip. "I love you so much." He murmured against the soldier's neck.

"I need you," Bucky whined and thrusted his hips against y/n's slightly.

That's all it takes for y/n to lose his control. He lifts Bucky onto the nearest surface and settles in between his legs. "Let me show you how much I love you." He grunts and undies his belt as fast as he can.

Before Bucky can fathom the situation he feels y/n's tip rub along his thigh. "oh Christ." Bucky whispered as he looked down.

Y/n is twitching with need. All he needs is a green card.

"Please y/n." Bucky whines.

The other man nods and spits in his hand to at least lube up a little bit before he lines up. He looks up to look into Bucky's eyes as he pushes in.

The super soldier's lips part and his breath hitches. His hands clutch onto y/n's shirt.

Y/n grunts when he bottoms out. "Oh god.." he buries his face in the soldier's neck and wraps his arms around his waist.

"Please move." Bucky whines. He lifts his skirt up more so y/n can see what's going on down there. Specifically how hard Bucky is.

Y/n groans at the view. His hand finds Bucky's hard-on and gently strokes it in time with his thrusts.

The room is filled with heavy breathing and the tape is still playing.

The sound of wet skin against wet skin starts to fill the room as well as y/n speeds up his thrusts.

Both men are a mingled mess. They're holding onto each other with such grips as if they were afraid of losing contact.

"James." Y/n moans. He wants to say he's close but no words come out.

"Me too" Bucky pants as he understands what y/n was trying to say. "Try not to ruin the dress" the soldier manages to say right in time when y/n's hips start to stutter.

Y/n nods and holds Bucky close. "I love you. I love you I love you." The words spill from y/n's lips and his hips still. Bucky can feel warmth spreading through his body as y/n releases inside him.

The soldier isn't far behind. So y/n keeps on stroking him to help him achieve his climax as well. Thankfully y/n angles it towards himself so when Bucky cums it won't ruin his dress.

"You're making me crazy." The soldier pants out as he comes down from his high.

Y/n chuckles and wipes his hand on his shirt. "Let's get a bath running." He suggested.

Both men sit happily in the warm tub of water. Surrounded by more candles and music.

Bucky Is leaning on y/n's chest with his eyes closed. While y/n watches Bucky's peaceful expression he rubs soft circles onto his shoulder.

There's only one thing on y/n's mind.

Why couldn't the ring arrive today.

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littlejoyss · 5 days ago

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𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 8

“One single thread of gold tied me to you.”

Stray Kids - Felix x Reader

Red (golden) string of fate trope

Word count: 23k

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 ← 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 → 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽

(A/N: I'm back! Don't worry I haven't forgotten about you guys! Camp was super fun and I can't wait for the SKZ concert in four days. HYPED! Here is the next part you guys have been waiting for! <3 -Deedee)

Outside, the streets of Seoul were already shifting into motion, vendors setting up carts, stylists dragging rolling racks, staff unloading lighting gear. The city thrummed with purpose, and today, you were part of that rhythm.

At the venue, chaos reigned in the best way, models were weaving between dressing areas, makeup artists wielding brushes like weapons, and interns running errands on pure adrenaline.

“Finally,” Bora said, appearing beside you with a headset slung around her neck. “Hair and makeup just started. I moved your models up in the queue.”

“How’s Jiwoo?” you asked, scanning the room.

“Hovering,” Bora muttered. “Not saying much. Just watching.”

“Classic.”

As if summoned, Jiwoo appeared from behind you, arms crossed over a black designer coat, her eyes already scanning the seams of the gown you had hanging on the primary display rack. “You didn’t sleep,” she said instead of a greeting.

“Did you?” you asked, not missing a beat.

Her lips curved slightly. “Sleep is for people who don’t care enough.”

Your eyes didn’t waver. “Good. Then we’re both over-invested.”

A tense pause. Then, with a soft hum, Jiwoo handed you a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her coat. “Oh, and good luck telling anyone,” she said, the corner of her mouth curving upward in something between a smirk and a warning. “They won’t believe you on the day of the show.”

You stared at the paper in your hand.

“What the hell is this?” Bora asked, appearing at your shoulder like a summoned storm cloud. She narrowed her eyes at Jiwoo’s retreating figure. “What did she just give you?”

You didn’t answer, already unfolding it with shaking fingers.

Bora leaned in, her breath catching as she read over your shoulder.

To Whom It May Concern,

Please consider this a formal request to cancel and reroute the March 12–14 shipments of design materials under order #5449, #5451, and #5454.

The creative direction has shifted, and these materials are no longer needed. Immediate cancellation is authorized.

-Shin Jiwoo

Your throat closed around your breath. “Those are my original fabric orders,” you whispered. “The embroidered silks, the hand-dyed organza, everything from my first concept.”

Bora’s eyes blazed. “She signed it herself.”

You looked up, across the chaos of the venue, and found Jiwoo watching you from near the lighting rig, arms still crossed. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t hide. Her chin lifted slightly, almost as if she were daring you to make a scene.

“She sabotaged you,” Bora whispered-yelled. “She knew if you didn’t have those materials, you’d have to start over.”

“Felix was right!”

“Huh?”

“He guessed it was Jiwoo who sabotaged me!”

“Of course he did.”

You folded the note slowly, carefully, as if sealing a wound you weren’t ready to look at yet. “She’s not even trying to hide it anymore.”

“She doesn’t have to,” Bora muttered, grabbing the paper from your hands and sliding it into a zipped pouch on her clipboard. “She thinks she’s untouchable.”

You exhaled sharply, the chaos of the venue blurring around you for a second. Models strutted by in half-stitched looks, seamstresses dodged camera crews, and the air was thick with setting spray and adrenaline. Yet all you could hear was your own pulse.

“I could call the organizers,” Bora offered, already halfway pulling out her phone. “Show them the note, raise hell-”

“No,” you said quickly, grounding yourself. “Not now.”

Bora blinked at you.

“We don’t derail the show. We own it,” you said, steadying your voice. “She wants me to spiral before I even hit the runway. She wants me emotional, distracted.”

“Okay. So we wait.”

“Exactly. We wait. Let her watch as every model walks out wearing what she tried to erase.”

Bora’s grin was slow and dangerous. “Now that’s the designer I signed on to work for.”

Then, the announcer started talking over the loudspeaker.

Bora smiled. “The red carpet is starting,” she translated for you. “Are you ready to see your man?”

“Huh?”

Bora smirked like a cat who’d just spilled food on the floor (totally didn’t write that because my cat just did that). “Well, I guess someone didn’t check the guest list.” She tapped her headset. “Red carpet’s live, and guess who just stepped out of the van looking like he walked off the cover of Vogue Korea?”

Your stomach flipped.

Bora tugged you by the elbow toward the side monitors, where the camera feed displayed a wide shot of the carpet. Paparazzi flashes lit up like fireworks against the fading Seoul skyline. Stylists and idols made their way down the step-and-repeat in waves of silk, sequins, and swagger.

There they were. Stray Kids.

The camera shifted to a close-up just as they turned in unison, waves and smiles exploding toward the cameras. The crowd behind the barricades screamed.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Felix was toward the center, surrounded by the other members. His blonde hair was slicked back, revealing the earrings you’d helped him choose over a late-night video call. He wore a deep navy suit with subtle embroidery down the lapels, your embroidery. You hadn’t even known he kept that sample.

“Jesus,” Bora muttered. “Is that... one of your pieces?”

You nodded numbly.

Felix turned toward the cameras, flashing that heart-melting smile that lived rent-free in your chest. But just as the crowd’s roar peaked, he looked straight at the lens and winked.

Bora laughed. “Yeah. He knows exactly where the live feed’s going.”

“It’s a part of his job!”

“Or he knew you were watching.”

You couldn’t even argue with her. Because the way Felix held himself was different than the polished charm he showed in rehearsed interviews.

The feed cut to a wide shot again, panning slowly across the carpet as the announcer rattled off the guest list in sleek Korean. Stray Kids made their way down the line, pausing for photos and press, and then, just for a second, Felix turned away from the chaos, scanning the edge of the venue like he was looking for someone just beyond the frame.

Bora pushed you light, “You need to walk out there and kiss that man under a thousand flashbulbs.”

Your jaw dropped. “Bora! No! We already have had enough internet drama recently as it is! I’ll tell him he was right about Jiwoo once he gets off the carpet.”

Bora gave you a look that could only be described as theatrical disappointment. “Fine,” she said, drawing out the word like it physically pained her.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

You had Bora drag Felix backstage after he walked the carpet. Her fingers were latched around Felix’s wrist while he laughed and apologized to every staff member they breezed past. “VIP coming through, designer’s emotional-support soulmate, move!” she barked.

A stage manager pointed them toward an empty wardrobe alcove just off the main runway queue. Bora shoved Felix inside, turned on her heel, and winked at you. “Five minutes. Use them wisely.” Then she was gone in a flurry of clipboard and headset.

The curtain dropped back into place, cocooning you and Felix. He was still in the navy suit, the one kissed with your stitches. Up close, the silk caught the work lights, tracing every thread of your embroidery like constellations across his chest.

“You look-” Your voice snagged. “-ridiculous. Like I commissioned the night sky to show off for me.”

Felix’s smile was crooked. “Good. I dressed for an audience of one.” He glanced around the cramped space and then back to you, brows knitting in concern. “Bora said something about sabotage?”

You exhaled, pulling the folded note from your pocket. “You were right. Jiwoo canceled my original shipments. She handed me the proof herself, like a victory flag.”

Felix’s expression darkened as he scanned the signature. “I knew it.”

“I know.” Your shoulders slumped. “I should have believed you the first time. I just… I needed to think the worst wasn’t true.”

He folded the paper again, but didn’t give it back. “Who should I talk to about this?”

“She said it herself, no one would believe me if I said anything. They would think I tried to sabatoge her.”

“She said that because she assumed you would be the one saying something. Not a handsome idol who can make a public statement that can be heard by thousands.”

“What?”

“Let me talk to the people in charge. I’ll make them listen. You’ve worked so hard by yourself, let me help you.”

“I’m scared, Lix,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “If this gets out, if they really believe Jiwoo over me… it could ruin everything. My career, my reputation.”

He reached out, fingers brushing over the string between you two. “You’re stronger than you think. And you have people who believe in you. Like me.”

“Okay. Let’s do it your way.”

Felix grinned, that brilliant smile lighting up the cramped space again. “That’s my girl.”

The backstage curtain fluttered, signaling it was time. Bora peeked in, eyes sparkling. “You two lovebirds ready to own this?”

You smirked, standing straighter. “More than ready.”

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vikuo-kuma · 3 months ago

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“Who are You?”

—Teacher Assistant! Hero! Reader x Invincible (series)

Information: So like hear me out, what if Reader isn’t a hero that works with the GDA. They help out whenever hear the news from their associates(might create an oc for it.) AND they’re from Earth. Reader just so happens to be a teacher who tutors Oliver and somehow never bumped into Mark.

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Prologue

“There’s an alien attack going on at an elementary school near a local area of Chicago, we’ll be zooming in on one of our reporters”

“A local elementary school? That’s strange why would any alien attack a school of all choices”, Mark stared at the television in the living room, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal.

“Mark, quit staring at the TV and get ready to head to school!”, Debbie shouted from the kitchen while she finishes up chores. “Yeah listen to what mom said!”, Oliver said as he walked into the living room where Mark was.

“An attack on an elementary school?”, Oliver looked confused as he stared at the TV screen to see what Mark was watching. Mark looked towards his watch like he was waiting for some queue to check out the place.

“Strange, Cecil would usually call by now..”, a feeling of confusion and concern washed over Mark as he stood up ready to change into Invincible.

Before he left the room he overheard something from the T.V. screen.

“There are currently— wait! No— there are no hostages held in the elementary school, there seem to be people running out of the school!”

“What?”, Mark went back to the couch and sat back down, suddenly interested in the news. Watching intensely, he saw a figure fly out of the school. It wasn’t just the alien, it was a person too.

“Who is that?!”, the news reporter shouted with a shocked expression on her face. The camera man zoomed in on the flying figure holding the alien. They looked almost feminine, a mask and visor covered up their face, with a suit that looked almost tech related.

Punching the alien, the person created a ripple in the air and the alien went flying violently back into space.

The figure landed in front of the school, which revealed another person who was holding on tightly towards the mysterious hero. “You should be safe now”, the voice of the hero sounded robotic, but their eyes were humane.

“Thank you.. uh?”, the woman wanted to know what the hero’s name was.

“Technos”

“Thank you Technos”, The woman seemed to blush shyly like a high school girl with a crush.

The mysterious hero grunted, flying off before the news reporter could attempt to interview them. The reporters tried to chase after them but failed because they couldn’t fly at all so they resorted to interviewing the people.

“They were so cool! I want them to sign me an autograph!”, a kid shouted, trying to copy some of the hero’s moves.

“They’re kind of… hot”, one of the staff members spoke out, embarrassed to even look at the camera.

“That’s all folks, a new superhero has come out of hiding! It’s kind of strange how none of the Guardians of the Globe had come to save the day, don’t you think?”, the speaker chuckled almost awkwardly.

“Wait isn’t that where my tutor works at?”, Oliver finally spoke up, interrupting Mark’s thoughts.

“I think I gotta check up with Cecil..”, Mark muttered, walking out of the room and quickly changing into his hero costume.

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“The servers are finally back on, sir”, Donald reported, standing beside Cecil.

“… Damn it, but apparently the alien attack was resolved by someone”, Cecil pinched his the bridge of his nose before looking at the report for the alien attack. His eyes suddenly sharpened at a specific detail.

“What is it sir?”, Donald looked at Cecil’s face with confusion. “It’s nobody from the GDA..”, Cecil replied, gripping the paper with the strength he has. “Nobody we know of”, he added with a look of uncertainty.

“Donald, set up a meeting with the Guardian’s of the Globe and be sure to include Invincible as well”, Cecil quickly ordered, “I’m going to get to the bottom of this”.

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A/N: Guys did I cook, or am I cooked?

#invincible #invincible x reader #mark grayson #oliver grayson #cecil stedman #atom eve #rex splode

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bad268 · 1 year ago

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I had a thought.... and I don't know if its a good or bad one, so let me know what you think

I was thinking Arvid or Ollie were reader is apart of the royal family (maybe Prince Edwards daughter) and they go to silverstone.

love your writing btw 🙈

Everybody's A Ferrari Fan (Ollie Bearman X Royal! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (it's not bad, i love royal readers <3)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 2027

Summary: Silverstone weekend gets a little more interesting when Ollie learns the reader is a royal.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Silverstone was a spectacle. It always has been, and it always will be. Being part of the royal family meant you were expected to attend. Your older sister wasn’t into the sport, your younger brother found it cool but didn’t care for it, and your parents were just there for appearances. You, however, would go to the race with your grandmother anytime you could, and you found it all fascinating. You were even there to meet Lewis Hamilton on multiple occasions.

Since you were 18 now, you were hoping to convince your family to let you go alone. You promised to uphold all of the normal obligations they would do. It did not take nearly as much convincing since they had more pressing royal duties related to your grandfather to attend to. They let you, as long as you behaved. No problem there!

When the day finally came, you walked down the pitlane with a few of your guards. Despite wanting to support your favorite teams, it was against your dress code. You could not have any logos, so you hid a few bracelets under your sleeves. You also had a few extras in case you met some new friends or drivers.

Yesterday was Friday, so there was not much for you to do on track. You just visited with some of the British drivers. You met with Lewis again. He introduced you to George and Lando, and when you met Lando, he introduced you to Oscar.

“Did you know I’m 1/16 British?” Oscar joked. It was something you had seen, and it was funny to see it play out in front of you.

“No way!” You joked back. “Maybe we’ll find out you're related to the royal family!”

“Oh don’t tell him that!” Lando groaned, immediately walking away. He walked over to Andrea, and you saw them having a discussion before looking over to you and Oscar.

“I guess that’s my queue to leave,” You sighed as you moved to head out of the garage. “Good luck in the sessions today, and if I don’t see you for the rest of the weekend, good luck in the race.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Oscar responded with a bow as you left. You had a few minutes before your guards were meant to take you up to the viewing box, but you were interested in meeting some of the Formula 2 and Formula 3 drivers.

You sent a quick text to your head guard where you were going before sneaking off to a bathroom. You changed into some Ferrari merch you bought because everyone is a Ferrari fan and put on a mask, so no one would recognize you. You threw on a hat to cover up your hair and sunglasses to hide your face before taking off toward the support paddock.

Given that free practice 1 was starting, there was not a lot of traffic in the support paddock, so you were able to walk freely between trailers. Since there weren’t a lot of people there, you pulled the mask down. You looked around in awe of everything. Maybe you were distracted by everything, but it did not take long for you to run into someone. A tall boy around your age immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you from falling down. Your hands grasped at his shoulders in shock as you looked up at him.

“I am so sorry,” You said after a beat, still in too much shock to move, but he didn’t move either.

“Don’t mention it,” He responds before helping you stand up straight. He glanced down and took note of your attire. “Ferrari fan?”

“Isn’t everyone?” You joked, gesturing to his shirt. “Where did you get that? It looks like one of the team kits! Either that or it’s a really good knockoff.”

“No, it’s official,” He chuckled as he blushed. Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped, realizing he was a driver. “I’m in the Ferrari Driver Academy, but I race in F2. My name is Ollie.”

“Y/n,” You responded in awe. “Wait, Ollie as in Ollie Bearman? You made your F1 debut this year and you swept Baku last year, right?”

“Yeah,” He said bashfully as he looked anywhere but at you.

“Well, first off, congrats,” You praised, “Second, are you excited for qualifying? That’s happening later today right?”

“Yeah, it’s in a couple of hours, and I love Silverstone,” Ollie started. “I love racing in front of my home crowd and I think I have a good chance to win or podium at least. I topped practice, so I’m confident we’ll have the speed to be at the top.”

“I have full confidence you will do your country proud,” You smiled as you heard him rant. It was nice to hear someone so passionate about winning in front of their home country. Then you realized you were probably keeping him from something. “Oh, I should probably leave you to whatever you were going to do before. I’m sorry for holding you up and running into you.”

“I was just heading to my garage if you want to come with me,” Ollie offered, holding out his hand for you. “I can get you in a good spot to watch the race.”

“Only if I can sit in your car,” You giggled as you took his hand and followed him to the Prema trailer. That’s where you stayed on Friday. You sent update texts to your guards every 30 minutes, so they wouldn’t come looking for you. Even then, that didn’t stop them from trying to find you. They couldn’t.

You made sure to tell Ollie you would see him on Saturday, and that you would be supporting him. You got his number, promising to text him when you got to the track. You left the Prema garage and changed back to your original outfit. You hid the clothes back in your bag along with the mask before finding your guards and leaving for the night.

Saturday morning, you went to the track super early. You wanted to go to the Prema garage again, but everything was stacked against you. Well, not exactly.

You wanted to separate from your guards, but it seemed virtually impossible. Thankfully, they trusted Lewis, so when Lewis and Toto decided to watch the F2 sprint from the Prema garage in support of Kimi, you asked to join them. You were allowed to, but the guards would be outside of the garage the whole time. Once you three got into the garage, you pulled Lewis aside.

“If I change out of this, will you say anything?” You whispered, pulling Lewis down a hall. You were always close with Lewis, and you knew he would vouch for you. “I just want to enjoy the race as a spectator.”

“Yeah, I’ll even cover for you,” Lewis said as he pointed toward the bathroom. You ran over to change back into your Ferrari outfit and put the mask, hat, and sunglasses back on before returning to Lewis. “Ferrari merch? Really? What happened to Mercedes?”

“Everybody’s a Ferrari fan,” You chuckled again, “And you’re going to be in Ferrari next year. I’m just ahead of the curve.”

“Are you sure it’s not because a certain Ferrari driver caught your eye?” Lewis teased as you walked toward the pitlane. Since there were no guards, you were free to let loose a little.

“Oh Lewis, I see you’ve met my new friend!” A new voice joined as you two stepped outside of the garage. It was Ollie preparing for the sprint race.

“Oh, not who I thought,” Lewis said to himself as he turned and walked over to Toto and Kimi. Just before he got too far away, he turned around and shouted, “Good luck getting your parents’ approval!”

“What was that about?” Ollie asked as he walked up behind you.

“My parents are hard to please, and Lewis reads me better than I read myself,” You chuckled almost to yourself, but Ollie heard it.

“What do you mean about Lewis knowing you? How do you even know Lewis?” Ollie retorted as you both walked around his car. “Before you get into that, did you still want to sit in the car?”

“Yes, please!” You replied enthusiastically as you took his hand. He helped you get into the car before handing you the steering wheel, so you could have the full experience. You turned the wheel a few times, jokingly making car noises as you did so, causing both of you to laugh. “This is so cool and bigger than I imagined.”

“Could be because I’m taller than you,” Ollie answered offhandedly, leaning over the halo.

“Ollie, I loved hanging out with you yesterday. It was so fun to just be a normal person, doing normal people things for a day,” You started, looking up at him.

“Well, I don’t think this is considered ‘normal people things’, but okay,” Ollie chuckled, not understanding where you were going with this.

“It's more normal than I’m used to,” You chuckled as well. “Ollie, does my name ring any bells to you?”

“Not that I can think of,” Ollie trailed off, confused. “Should I?”

“Should you? Maybe. Do I want you to? No,” You admitted, looking back at the steering wheel. “Ollie, I like being with you, and I want to explore something with you. I’m just afraid when you find out who I am, you’ll leave. Everyone always does.”

“I won’t leave,” Ollie said immediately. “Anyone would be a fool to leave you because I’ve enjoyed being with you too. You’re fun to be around, and you make me feel like a normal teenager and not Ollie Bearman, the F2 driver.”

“And you make me feel like a normal teenager and not Lord/Lady Y/n Windsor, heir to the British throne,” You whispered back, shyly looking up at him. His jaw was dropped, but as soon as you made eye contact, he snapped his mouth closed. “Does that intimidate you?”

“Not really,” He tried to play off, but you saw straight through him as you gazed at him through your lashes. “Okay, a little, but so what? It’s only a little scary, but I’m willing to work for it.”

“Even if it means proving yourself to the Prince Edward and the Dutchess Sophie of Edinburgh?” You were afraid of the answer, but his response shocked you.

“I ready to work for it,” Ollie said immediately. “They’re Ferrari fans right?”

“They don’t really care about F1,” You chuckled. “They couldn’t care less, so you’ve got that going for you. They’ll probably appreciate that you’re British.”

“At least my nationality is benefiting me,” Ollie joked, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “At least I have that going for me.”

“And if you know any other languages, that might help,” You joked back. “They like multilingual people.”

“And luckily, I have to speak Italian to be in Ferrari and Prema,” Ollie quipped back quickly. “I also live in Italy, so it would be hard not to know the language.”

“Hate to break up a possible love story here, but Ollie needs to get in the car,” Lewis interrupted, and that’s when you noticed the mass amount of people staring at you. “He does still have a race to do.”

“I guess I can get out then,” You chuckled as Ollie helped you out of the car. He kept his arms around your waist as he steadied you on the ground. You pulled the mask down momentarily to place a short kiss on his cheek before whispering, “Good luck out there. I expect to see you on the top step.”

“I’ll try my best, but I’m starting 10th,” Ollie whispered back with a smile. “One of the cons of being on pole for the feature.”

“I’ll be manifesting for you to pull a Baku sweep again,” You said as you pulled away to stand by Lewis. You and Lewis walked over to the pit wall as the cars went out to the grid. Hopefully, Ollie could win this weekend.

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#ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman #ollie x reader #oliver bearman #oliver bearman x reader #formula 2 x reader #f2 #formula 2 imagine #f3 #formula 3 #f1 x reader #prema racing #bad268 #ship268 #thing268 #ferarri f1

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writeriguess · 5 months ago

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Hiyaa!!!

I'm so so so glad that you're back! I wish you the best and hope you have the perfect time writing and enjoying this🥰

Since you said you got your old requests deleted I guess I'll send mine again XD

I had sorta of a specific request afab!reader x Bakugo first time (nsfw)? Reader and Bakugo known each other since middle school and hated each other's guts but then in the first year of ua thing start to change... Like a enemies to friends to lovers thingy And they confess to each other a day before the final war now it's several months after that and when Bakugo takes reader for hiking on the weekend but then end up having their first time in the hot springs?

I hope it's not too much XD

Thank you!✨❤️

author's note: I remember writing this request before and feeling proud of it, but unfortunately, I cleared my entire queue of over 40 fics when the plagiarism issue surfaced. It's been quite a while since I last wrote NSFW content, so I need to practice again. I apologize in advance if the smut scene ends up being a bit brief.

From Sparks

The crunch of boots against gravel echoed through the serene mountains as Bakugo Katsuki led the way up the hiking trail. The midday sun filtered through the canopy of towering trees, casting golden patches of light on the forest floor. Behind him, you followed, your breath hitching slightly from the climb.

The crisp mountain air filled your lungs as you adjusted the strap of your backpack, keeping your gaze on Bakugo's broad back. The way his shoulders flexed under his tank top with every step he took distracted you from the ache in your legs. He glanced over his shoulder, the usual fiery determination in his crimson eyes softened by a rare smirk.

"Keep up, slowpoke," he teased, his voice playful but laced with the competitive edge you’d grown to expect from him.

“Maybe if you weren’t trying to kill me with this climb,” you shot back, feigning annoyance. “You know, not everyone has the stamina of a hero like you.”

He huffed out a laugh, slowing his pace slightly. “Didn’t think you’d wanna quit on me, considering how much you run your mouth.”

The banter felt natural, a sign of how far the two of you had come since those middle school days filled with endless bickering. Back then, you couldn’t stand each other, always butting heads over the smallest things. Now, years later, things were different. The bond forged through shared battles and late-night confessions made your relationship unshakable.

When you finally reached the summit, Bakugo stopped abruptly, turning to face you as you caught up. His face was flushed, either from the climb or the way his eyes lingered on you. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at you with an expression that made your heart race.

“This way,” he said gruffly, jerking his thumb toward a path off the main trail. You followed, curious as to where he was leading you.

The sound of running water reached your ears before you saw it—a hidden hot spring tucked away behind a cluster of rocks. Steam rose from the clear, inviting water, curling in the cool mountain air like a beckoning promise.

“You planned this?” you asked, your voice tinged with surprise and delight.

Bakugo shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Figured you could use some downtime. We both could.”

Without waiting for a response, he began peeling off his boots and shirt, leaving you frozen in place. His sculpted physique was on full display, every scar and muscle a testament to the life he led.

“You coming or what?” he called over his shoulder, his smirk returning.

Your heart hammered as you quickly removed your shoes and outer layers, stepping into the warm water. It enveloped you like a soothing embrace, but the proximity of Bakugo, now sitting beside you with the water lapping at his chest, set your nerves alight.

The conversation dwindled, replaced by a comfortable silence as the two of you soaked in the tranquil atmosphere. His hand brushed against yours beneath the surface, tentative at first, but when you didn’t pull away, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Katsuki…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, but he cut you off with a gentle tug, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap.

“Shut up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His hands settled on your hips, steadying you. “Just… let me do this.”

His lips crashed into yours, a mixture of urgency and tenderness that stole your breath away. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the heat of his touch and the sound of your racing heart.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hardness pressing against your swollen pussy lips, and you couldn't help but moan. Katsuki smirked, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. His usual brash confidence was softened by something more intimate, more vulnerable—a rare glimpse of the man beneath the hero.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, carrying the weight of emotions he rarely expressed. His hands tightened on your hips, grounding you as his forehead pressed against yours.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. You couldn’t imagine a better place to be than here with him, sharing something you had never dared to hope for.

You let out a soft whimper when he entered you, his cock filling you completely. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you rocked against him, taking him deeper. His hips snapped upward, driving his length even further inside you.

Katsuki let out a low growl, his teeth grazing your neck. Your skin prickled with anticipation, heightening every sensation. Pleasure coiled deep within you, building with each thrust until you couldn't hold back any longer.

Your release washed over you like a wave, the rush of emotions and physical sensations threatening to drown you. Bakugo followed shortly after, his body tensing as he came.

When your breathing finally returned to normal, he pulled back, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked, his tone soft despite the edge of frustration in his words.

"I could ask you the same question," you replied, giving him a smile that left no doubt about your feelings.

Katsuki chuckled, shaking his head. "Guess we're both fucked."

His kiss was softer this time, a promise of things to come. You didn't know where the two of you were headed, but whatever happened, you knew it would be worth it.

Feel free to request <3

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader #fanfic #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bnha #mha #oneshot #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia

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rinneganed · 3 months ago

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CHERRY BOMB. — UCHIHA ITACHI

content warning ; slight mention of obsession/stalking, loss of virginity, creampie, choking, hair pulling, light slapping, praise, mentions of blood, biting. oral sex.

YOU ADORED ITACHI, you were desperately attracted to the malicia that surrounded him so heavily—so heavy that you swore you could feel the aura. itachi was banished from the hidden leaf as a terrible man, oh yes his name was everywhere along the shinobi world. perhaps that is what draws you into him deeper and deeper. you were obsessed with itachi ever since the first day you laid eyes on him, as he wore that heavy cloak that had red clouds etched upon it that contrasted his dark features oh so well. although you weren’t the only one who had grown an obsession with one another, since that day he saw you, you never left his train of thought. he wanted you and only you, he’d find out your whereabouts and track you down, always so close yet too far to ever touch you. he could smell you, the fragrance that clung to your skin and repelled upon the air, he only ever wished to prick his nose against your skin to graze that film of scent.

the two of you were equally as obsessed with each other, the craving for one another measured by desperation was unbearable. you could never get close enough to touch him, to smell him, you could only ever see the shade of red haze off of his sharingan hues. that was until today, after today you would never feel deprived of itachi ever again.

both you and itachi consumed each other's presence, and finally, you two were alone together. he hesitated as he brought his palm towards the small of your back, uchiha itachi hesitated to do such a thing when he had lived his life killing anyone and everyone who stood in his path? why yes, you weren’t just anyone, but rather the prize he valued the most, and to think he’d finally been able to have you all to himself…

he held you tight, using his index finger and thumb to hold up your chin. “you look so stunning, darling…” he mumbled, the tip of his thumb toying with the fat of your bottom lip. he inhaled sharply as a soft hum vibrated throughout your mouth. that was all it took for itachi to encapsulate you around his arms, his lips locked with yours as he took no time to relish in the flavor of your lips. a queue of soft melodies escaped your mouth, your fingers gliding against the gentle carvings of his face. he was aggressive, not allowing you to gain any sort of dominance as he continued to glide his lips across yours. the heat that clung to his body began to warp with yours, it seemed as though the temperature was rising drastically, sweat trickling down your forehead, and the heat between your thighs even seemed to have gained its heartbeat. he let out what escaped as a growl, using his free hand to run his digits through the messy strands of hair that had begun to stick onto your face. itachi laid you down on his bed in seconds, parting lips only because he could not only hear your heartbeat but also feel how fast your heart palpitated. “you look so pretty baby, your lips are swelling up.” a sickenly pleased smile ran amok across his face, his fingertips sketching against the skin of your lips; it was true, they were indeed swelling up. you moaned as he neared your lips yet again, he was slow this time; his teeth gnawing gently at the fat of your mouth. he began to suck on your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth, letting the loose spit drop onto your chin.

“i-itachi, please— mmm!” your pitiful pleas were cut off by the feeling of his index and middle finger running down your clothed pussy.

“wearing a skirt today, my dear?” he chuckled, “it’s almost like you knew i was going to make you mine today…” behind his laughs he hid a series of groans, you were drenched. in fact, you were so wet that he could feel right into your slick slit, he was rubbing you gently, going up… then down… then up again— and there, he began to spin his wrist. he pushed slightly against your clit, careful to be sensitive with it; his fingers rubbed against it in circles. “fuck you’re so wet…”

you moaned beneath him, your hips thrusting up against him with such determination to get absolutely fucked by itachi. “y-yes, baby right there!” the movements of your hips synced up with the way he was playing with your most sensitive area.

his stomach fluttered as he listened to your sweet wails, it almost pained him to feel how hard his cock had gotten. he grunted, pushing your panties to the side; his mouth watered at the sight of your creamy cunt. “‘m gonna make you feel so good, sound good, darling?” it was so troubling for him to spot those words out because only god knew how hard it was to control himself and not fuck you to shreds in that very moment.

“yes, i understand, but please be gentle i-i’ve never—“

he interrupted you with a chuckle, “don’t worry my dear, i know this will be your first time… could it be that you’ve saved yourself for me?” he was cocky as he lost himself within your eyes, his fingers keeping your panties posted to the side.

your eyes darted away, how embarrassing… truthfully, he was indeed correct. “..why yes i have.”

“what a good girl you are my dear, do not be embarrassed, i will only reward you for this.” he sneered up at you, wasting no time to shove his tongue deep into your tight ravine. his tongue was warm, pushing it inside your entrance as he drew circles within you.

“oh fuck, itachi!” you squealed his name, your fingers losing themselves within the strands of the black bird's nest that grew upon his scalp. he quickened his pace, slipping a finger past your entrance with his tongue gliding through your cunt, his previously unoccupied thumb rubbing your clit. you were flustered, completely dumbstruck as your body collided with a plethora of new feelings. he moved carefully yet quickly, arching his fingers as he began to violently finger fuck you.

“you’re so tight,” he grumbled, slipping in another finger. with two digits pumping inside of you, he used his thumb from the same hand to draw eights on your clit; using his other hand to hold down against your thigh to keep you wide open.

your skin tightened, feeling goosebumps jog down your spine and nearly crawl into your throat. the fat of your thighs began to quiver, which only caused him to dig his fingernails into the sensitivity of the skin. “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you, my darling?” he glared into your hues, your eyes had begun to water and thus he could see a slight reflection of himself within your stare.

shaking your head, you nodded frantically; you had opened your mouth so many times to let out sweet sounds that now your mouth had begun to dry out— you wanted your lover's tongue ravishing through the cavern of your mouth yet again. suddenly, a gasp emitted from you. itachi had slapped the side of your leg, although it brought along quite the sting; you couldn’t help but whimper and finish it off with a groan.

he stopped the motion he puppeteered, “i wanna hear you say it, don’t make it harder on yourself, my love. I don't wanna have to smack you again, ‘kay? you wanna cum right, baby?” you caught onto what he had meant, you would be stupid to not listen or else he would only displease you and no longer treat you with such soft caresses.

“y-yes, itachi, i’m almost there! please ‘m-m gonna cum for you!—“ you were cut off almost immediately, his fingers continuing to gush in and out of you with his thumb realigning with your swollen bud. tears fell from your waterline, your back arching upwards as your fingernails dug into his scalp; his hand gripping your thigh, forcing you to keep it open.

he laid a kiss on your cunt, slowly retracting his fingers from deep within you. he etched a sloppy kiss on your lower chub, his teeth grazing you with ease. “what a good girl you are…” he rose, peeling back his akatsuki cloak and tossing it god knows where. he sunk to your level, hovering between you with your legs wrapping around him. he grumbled at the action and invited his lips to intertwine with yours, this time he was slow and passionate, slowly thrusting his hips to press his bulge against your soaking cunt. “you’re drenched. i can’t wait t’ fill you up…” his fingers pushed back sticky pieces of hair that stuck against your face, his unoccupied hand sneaking its way downwards. itachi tugged on your panties by the hem, parting with your lips as he arose; sliding your legs out of your undergarments.

you followed behind him, sitting up slightly with your fingers brushing past the end of his shirt. “may i?” your mouth watered, your body set ablaze; and as itachi nodded with a smirk full of hunger you wasted no time to peel the shirt up. he helped you, pulling the shirt over his waist and over his head. your hands collided with the sweat-traced skin, your fingernails sending chills across his body; your tongue glided across his waistband, maintaining your gaze. you squeezed your thighs together as you listened to the harmony of itachi’s soft grunts. you laid a bed of kisses starting from his waistline, drawing them up to his abdomen, and his collarbone. your hands found themselves to his back, hugging him in a way and dragging both of your bodies back down onto the bed. he kissed you as if he were starving and the fat of your lips was the last source to end his hunger. he used his right leg to drag his pants off of his body, successfully doing so his yearn to have you became animalistic; growling as he thrust so desperately against your sopping wet cunt. you were so beyond aroused and drenched that you began to soak his briefs, making a little squish sound everytime he rocked his hips against yours.

he gasped as you followed his rhythm, his cock hitting directly by your beating entrance. his breaths were shaky, and he could feel the pre cum leaking from within him. “fuck i can’t take it anymore!” he exasperated, insatiably ripping his briefs out and letting his length spring out. he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, biting the skin and sucking it; leaving cherry marks that were destined to blossom a bruise. his ears tuned in to the wails that escaped your throat, pushing his tip against your swollen hole; he growled at the sensation of how tightly you wrapped around him. “‘m gonna take care of you, d-darling…” he lazily stroked your hair, “ease up a bit, promise i’ll be gentle.” your breaths extended in length, your heartbeat regulating as you loosened up your body.

“oh fuck, itachi y-you!—“ you nearly screamed, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave indents. he slid his thick, pulsing cock right through your well of a cunt. he stayed still momentarily as he felt a warm welcome from your virgin cunt coating him in the loss of innocent blood, his sweat trickling down your shoulders as he dug his head in between your head and shoulder. his breaths were heavy as he scratched you with his teeth, your feet dangling from his back; lazily crossing over one another. tears breached your eyes as you felt the tresses of your cunt slowly retract and ease up to his size. itachi stayed inside of you for what seemed to be ages but truly was only over a minute. your fingernails no longer dug so hard into his muscles, your eyes clearing of redness. instead, you felt your stomach flutter with the slight movement of his hips, “you’re so big, baby… go faster please..!” your digits wandered off to his head, combing his hair with them. he bucked his hips, fascinated with how creamy you were, his strokes were passionate, they were extended and slow so that he could feel how he’d exit and slide right back inside— it made such a dreamy sound when he’d push back in.

itachi was starving. he felt so deprived and carnivorous, his right hand slammed onto your thigh, pushing it upwards and folding your leg; shoving it down on your chest. his left hand caught onto your neck, giving it a slight squeeze as he began to pull away from you. his cock throbbed, desperate to be deep inside you; without a warning, he lunged back inside. following him was a sequence of thrusts. with every moan that left his agape mouth, he squeezed your throat tighter and pushed your folded leg further into your chest. you squeaked beneath him, your skirt rolled up into a fine line at your waist with your tits seeping out from the chest cut. sweat headed off his forehead and onto your skin, he released your neck hungrily tearing your shirt. “fuck you feel s-so good, my darling!” his back was hunched as he lowered himself, still fucking you endlessly, his teeth gnawed at your chest ripping the front of your shirt completely. he let go of your leg—although you still kept it folded— rather using his hand to hold your breast in his palm. his tongue ran circles across your nipple, sucking one and toying with the other. you were a mess beneath him, your arms snaking under his drenched body to use your very own hands to keep you wide open to him. itachi’s vision was impaired due to the ecstasy, he was fucking you with such a burning passion that it was almost predatory. deep and hostile grunts left his mouth, splitting from your tits and rising back up. “good girl, hold yourself open for me, m-mkay?”

you moaned as your back arched upwards, using both of your hands to keep your legs spread with your cunt open with full access for him. “y-yes, ita—“ you moaned with a yelp following behind it, he rammed his cock right into you and slapped the side of your ass abruptly. he placed his hands on each side of you, almost in a planking position as he pumped himself right inside your succulent pussy. the sounds of your wet skin slapping against his filled your ears, it was nearly white noise to you both at this moment. he dug into you, his heavy balls slapping against you as he sunk himself as deep as he humanly could inside of you. “oh, fuck y-yes yes yes!” your eyes rolled back as you dug your nails so deep into the layer of skin that you winced. you felt how shaky itachi had gotten, gasps emitting from his lips as his strokes became sloppier by the second. “fill me up, please! ‘m begging you baby make me yours!”

itachi inhumanely grunted, his arms shaking with such intensity; his movements slowed down as he pressed closer against you. “‘m gonna empty everything right inside you, d-don’t worry that pretty little head of yours…” his words came out slow, his lips lazily falling on your collarbone as he lay the lightest trail of kisses alongside it. he groaned as his cock twitched within your walls, only being able to give one last pump before moaning and emptying his seed deep inside. you moaned as you felt the warmth travel within you, slowly trickling down as he took his time sliding his length out. your legs dropped completely dead as the two of you drowned in bliss, itachi dropping beside you as your arms and legs gave out. he used the last little bit of strength to take your chin in his fingers, “you’re mine and mine only, [name].”

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‧˚₊ Truth Exposer 1: Uncovered — Ch.1

PAIRING — Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki/Vigilante F!Reader RATING — Explicit CONTAINS — heavy angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), mutual pining, slow burn, eventual smut, moral ambiguity, cheating (not between katsuki/reader), unhealthy relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief/mourning, dark themes (past abuse, stalking, kidnapping, torture, quirk trafficking), violence, swearing, open but hopeful ending, dual pov (mostly reader), no use of y/n ◆ married bakugou katsuki—not to reader—and has a daughter too ◆ characters are in their late 20s SUMMARY — Running away would be the sensible thing to do. Getting as far away as possible from him, the one person who’s your ticket to losing your freedom. Not searching for him out of stupid curiosity and showing up at the last place you should: his house. They say curiosity killed the cat, but yours seems to always end up as the key unlocking doors that should probably stay locked. Because when you open the door to Bakugou Katsuki’s life, it’s not a loving marriage, not a happy family of three you find, but falsity, forced duty, and a dark secret that threatens his very own life. Bakugou Katsuki, the pro hero tasked with catching you and your downfall. And you, the vigilante exposing ugly truths for a living—his salvation.

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CHAPTER WARNINGS — n/a

WORD COUNT — ~3.6k

a/n: Hi! Welcome to the start of my Go-Big-or-Go-Home project! After one year of toying with the idea, outlining, drafting, rewriting, and suffering, part 1 is finally leaving the box. All I'm gonna say is...this isn't a light read and the ride will be long and bumpy as hell, but I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did writing it (many tears were shed).

Enjoy!🧡

BREAKING: Truth Exposer returns! Is Nakamura Yui done for? In a shocking revelation, Truth Exposer shatters the carefully curated image of rising fashion designer Nakamura Yui. The vigilante accuses Nakamura of being behind the poor working conditions of her employees and using blackmail to silence them. It doesn’t stop there. The designs Nakamura claims as her own appear to belong to her manager. As always, the known vigilante backs the allegations with evidence, including a detailed report outlining Nakamura’s actions and possible motivations. The scandal continues to shake the fashion industry. Stay tuned for further developments.

“Remember the guy I’ve been seeing?” the woman in front of you asked her friend, staring at her phone screen.

Her friend gave her a smug look and giggled. “Your police officer boyfriend? Oh, I remember him. Are you finally official?”

The woman’s cheeks flushed pink. “Sort of. But that’s not important. He told me something interesting the other day. A rumor.” She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Apparently, Dynamight is on Truth Exposer’s case. For two years now. Isn’t that strange?”

“Dynamight?” Her friend’s reaction was loud enough to draw attention, prompting the woman to hush her with a finger firmly pressed to her pink-stained lips. “Sorry. That’s just shocking. No way it’s true.” She shook her head in disbelief. “He’d have caught that vigilante by now.”

The woman pursed her lips. “Don’t be so sure. My, uh, somewhat boyfriend said his superiors are growing restless because…” She looked around as if she was about to impart the secret of the universe. “There’s no evidence, it seems. Almost as if…”

“Truth Exposer doesn’t exist?” her friend offered.

“Yeah,” she agreed, her expression shifting to one of concern.

You stifled a yawn as your attention drifted from the chatty women to the rest of the ice cream parlor and rolled your shoulders. The ridiculously long queue was killing you with boredom. What were you thinking? Coming here on a Saturday evening in the middle of freaking July. Summer was in full swing, and the chase for its sweet treats manic. Unbelievable how you’d ignored that simple fact and acted on your cravings, gleefully skipping past every single convenience store and making a beeline through half the city to reach your current location.

Your clothes stuck to your sweaty skin, making your eye twitch in irritation and sheer disgust, but that was what you deserved when you stubbornly refused to satisfy the cravings with simple ice cream. Picky tongue demanded artisanal. Rich, intense, creamy flavors.

Among the locals, the location was popular, open during the summer months, and closed for the rest. Each year brought a new theme, and this time around revolved around tropical islands. The seashell pillars from last year were replaced with artificial palm trees, their long, wide green leaves holding the baby blue shaded ceiling with splotches of white cotton. The intention was for the fluff to resemble the peaceful clouds of a sunny sky, but to you, it looked like something met its tragic end.

And then there was the floor, beloved by many, hated by you—sand. Actual sand. Points for the clever idea of upping the authenticity, but that was where your generosity ended. Minuscule pebbles invaded your shoes the second you walked in, and the constant sensation of something poking into your feet every time you stepped drove you mad. The beach was where it belonged, next to the ocean, not in your ice cream parlor.

You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and carried your visual exploration to the ice cream display. Fruity aromas escaped into the cool air, scenting the atmosphere with their sweet perfume. Delightful. If only your sense of smell was as average as everyone else’s. Your nose suffered from the notes of sweat, cheap cologne, and heated synthetic materials.

“What are you getting?” the woman from before asked her friend.

“One Tsukuyomi cup and one Pinky,” her friend responded, pointing at the mentioned pro heroes who were part of the lineup of themed ice cream flavors.

The woman’s expression turned judgmental. “Blackberries and bubblegum?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Your gaze landed on the two options when vibrant orange with black swirls tugged at your attention, and you could almost feel the arrogance of who was represented radiating off it. Your whole face scrunched up, because your silly stomach fluttered in anticipation of something you wouldn’t buy, even if the man himself paid you for it.

When it was finally your turn, the most pleasant smile slapped itself on your face as you pointed to the display, saying, “I’ll have everything you’ve got left of Dynamight’s ice cream.”

Everything stilled into awkward silence as the cashier blinked at you from behind the counter, his face flushing a faint shade of red. You blinked back, and smiled wider, confused about the reaction. What the hell was going on? Weren’t you clear in your wording? You said you wanted Dynamight’s ice cream.

Dynamight’s…ice…cream—

Shit.

“I mean, I’ll have everything you’ve got left of the Dynamight-themed ice cream,” you tried again, pretending your earlier request hadn’t sounded like you’d just asked for a different kind of ice cream. Although, if that was the color of his in-pants equipment, you'd probably book him an appointment with a doctor instead.

Defeated groans and whines saved you from the awkwardness, and you stole a glance at the group wanting a sweet piece of him as your fingers tapped to a random cheery rhythm on your thigh. Closing time was approaching fast, so restocking wouldn’t happen. You were terrible for robbing them of their dream, but pissing him off held much more appeal. So, so terrible.

“The ice cream comes with themed containers too?” you asked the cashier upon seeing your purchase stuffed into a container with the key pieces of his hero suit drawn on it.

“Yes,” the cashier responded, smiling back at you. “This year is special. The pro heroes themselves reviewed the products, and had the chance to participate in the process if they wanted.”

“Oh.”

Something told you Bakugou went all in. Put on the apron and the chef hat and the gloves, and dove hands first in the fresh ingredients. Checking the quality, tasting, and mixing, and probably swearing when things didn’t go his way. Images of him in a domestic role popped like inflated balloons in your head and sprinkled the authenticity of the situation over your synapses. Nothing about it was far-fetched, he was a married man and a father too.

Even though he kept his private life private, his wife had no problem sharing about it and praising him to the moon and stars for everything, including his incredible cooking abilities. Her husband this, her husband that. Your eyes rolled every single time you had the displeasure of hearing her. It was painfully obvious Bakugou didn’t appreciate her sentiment, but what was new?

So-called picture perfect couple, though not once did he publicly display a hint of affection. Not even one brief look full of love in her direction. You recognized fed up when you saw it, and he was already beyond that state.

Besides, he wouldn’t—

“Here you go, Miss.” The cashier interrupted the forbidden thought coming through. Forbidden for its smugness.

You paid for the ice cream and picked up the special bag it was packed in, designed to prevent the sweet treat from turning into melted mush. Then left the parlor, in denial about how satisfied you were with the purchase.

The street noise and its buzzing activity immediately assaulted your heightened senses, something you’d learned to appreciate in the past few years as it made the world much more interesting. Vivid colors, nuanced sounds, layered scents, pleasant textures, hidden tastes. Life was easier when you could sense the reminders of its worth in your experiences, just not in this moment. Your mind remained anchored to his existence and the dimming of the fire in his eyes with each passing month.

His last appearance, which wasn’t work-related but was clearly another PR move orchestrated by his wife, left you rather morbidly curious about the behind-the-scenes. It was a charity event, supposedly raising funds for research into the evolution of quirks, yet he looked like someone had blackmailed him into being there. You expected him to be interested, especially since his two-year-old daughter was slowly approaching the age where her quirk might manifest, but no—Bakugou’s expression remained frozen in a subtle scowl, his gaze vacant.

Trouble in paradise, maybe?

You scoffed. Who cared? Not you. It was none of your business.

The game was just that—a game. Disconnected from reality, impersonal.

Personal was finding a nice, quiet spot under the starry sky, preferably out of sight, where you could sit and satisfy your craving for something sweet and cold. That was what you needed, not putting Bakugou’s life under a microscope and critically examining it like a specimen.

He didn’t know you, and you didn’t know him. Not as two people living in the same world, under the same sky, breathing the same air, anyway.

Quickening your pace, you navigated the crowd, grimacing whenever some sweaty stranger brushed against you, and stopped at the crossroad, squeezing your way into the front row. As the green light ushering the cars by illuminated the moving traffic and the rancid smoke rising from the exhaust, you debated between going left or right once you crossed. The decision was quickly made upon spotting the small park tucked between the buildings lining the two side streets flanking it.

No bench was occupied, marking it the perfect spot for your little adventure.

Red turned to green for pedestrians, forcing the traffic to halt, and you followed the flow of the crowd when the back of your neck pricked with alert. Your fingers tightened around the bag handles, adrenaline kicking up a notch in your veins. The urge to swivel around and inspect burned at the edges of your instinct, but you resisted.

If you were indeed being watched, or worse, followed, the dumbest thing would be to let them know you knew.

You strode forward, pretending nothing was wrong. As if the inside of your skull wasn’t ringing like a cathedral from the brutal reverberations of alarm bells rising in volume, with the biggest Run. Run. Run! sign on its altar, bathed in divine light.

What more signs did you—

An arm seized your waist and yanked you into a hard body.

“Keep walkin’,” a deep voice spoke, and the blood drained from your head.

Impossible. This wasn’t happening.

Panic exploded in your chest, and your fight-or-flight instinct roared to life. Your unoccupied hand clenched into a fist and struck with every ounce of your strength into his gut. A low grunt followed your retaliation, drawing the attention of the crowd. You didn’t stick around for more.

You ripped yourself from his hold and burst into a sprint that would put him to shame, mentally cursing your luck. Or maybe it was fucking karma for buying that stupid ice cream. Speaking of, you hurled the bag in a random direction. Someone screamed as it flew through the air before hitting the pavement with a thud.

No indulging today—only running for your life to escape the hound currently hot on your heels.

Free of the dead weight, you skidded around the corner onto the side street, gritting your teeth as you sprinted faster. Your shoes pounded the ground, nearly drowning out the sound of his footsteps, which were closer than expected. You risked a glance over your shoulder and locked eyes in a brief, yet overbearingly intense connection with the red gaze fixated on you. Oh, joy. Your heart jumped into the first rocket and shot for the moon overhead.

Think. Think. Think.

“Screw this.”

In a moment of absolute recklessness, you bolted into the sparse traffic just as a car approached. Honks blared. Tires screeched. Death’s chilly claws scraped down your sweaty back. You hopped onto the hood of a car and slid over the heated metal to the other side, safely.

“Are you fuckin’ insane?!” His rage ripped through the humid air, bringing it to a paralyzing boil with a boom so loud you felt the shockwave shove you forward.

And then you were hauled off your feet and slammed face-first into the tall shrubbery fencing the park you’d wanted to enjoy that evil ice cream in. Heavy panting consumed your hearing as steely arms banded around your body, locking your arms in place, their muscles made of something that couldn’t be human. Rigid with power and strength.

“Goddamn it, woman. You’re a handful,” he panted in your ear, the rough rasp of his voice sending a very, very inappropriate shiver down the length of your body pressed against his front.

“Explains why your hands are so full,” you quipped, sarcasm the sin you shouldn’t have committed with the man who ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. His coiled arms constricted around your ribs, expelling a gasp from your lungs amidst the heaving breaths. “I didn’t peg you for a ribs-breaker, Dynamight,” you spat his hero name.

“You’re a slippery one, so gotta hold on tight, Truth Exposer.” He spat yours in return.

Laughter wheezed out of your mouth. “Who? Sorry, but you’ve got the wrong person.”

“That the card you wanna play?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t. C’mon. We ain’t havin’ that talk here.”

“What? I’m not going anywhere with you.” You jerked in his harsh embrace, and squirmed like a worm on a hook, trying to escape the gaping maw of a hungry fish, growling, “Let me go. You can’t just randomly restrain someone. It’s power abuse, assho—hero!”

Despite your continuous protest he clearly didn’t give a fuck about, Bakugou dragged you away from the street, struggling and kicking, into the dead-end alleyway behind the park. He shoved you toward the wall, next to a dumpster buzzing with flies, and you managed to catch yourself in time before your face made contact with the filthy concrete.

Your hand flew to your mouth as you dry-heaved a few times from the rotting smell of garbage, having been under the scorching sun for more than a day. Whatever the hell was in there had been triple-cooked and extra ripened.

“Can punch, but can’t handle a little bit of stink?” he mocked, and you whirled on him, glaring fiercely.

“If I puke, I’m puking on you. How’s that for a little bit of stink?”

One side of his mouth quirked into a cocky grin that had your earlier panic morph into an irrational urge to wipe it off his face. Your hands clenched into trembling fists, nails biting into your palms.

“Don’t. You had your shot,” he said, his arms crossing over his chest, muscles flexing with the motion. “Be smart. Accept that you can’t win and let’s have a nice little chit-chat, yeah?”

Your brows lifted as you leveled him with a hard stare. Sweat slid down his temple, some dripped from that high bridge of his nose and onto his parted lips, and it was those beads you followed the descent of. They gathered on his chin and dripped on his veiny forearms before splattering on the ground at its feet.

Of course, the bastard was dressed to show off, even when he was out hunting... for you. Tank top and shorts so randoms could drool over his biceps and strong legs? Check. Custom-made cap to hide his identity? Check. Latest trendy sneakers? Check. You’d bet half your fortune his underwear was expensive too, probably tight over his ass and...

No.

No, no.

No, no, no.

Still, against better judgment, your eyes lingered on the cut of his body, taking note of everything that mattered. Bakugou could snap you like a twig if he wanted to. So could you—mentally, at least. One touch, poisoned with ill intent, and he’d drop like a felled tree. Brain stunned. Nerves fried. Unable to scream for help, or beg for death.

If only you could muster that intent toward him.

Gaze bouncing back up to his, you felt your composure stumble. His own roved over you, slow and deliberate, like a teasing touch. As if memorizing you was the sole reason he existed. Your heart skipped, tiny kicks against your ribs. Traitorous little bitch. Your senses too; they completely zeroed in on him.

Steps away, yet his cologne suddenly overpowered the putrid stench around you. Spiced heat, tangled in notes of something that was naturally him. He smelled…good. Good enough to cloud your judgment and weaken your knees.

Would he taste the same?

No. Stop. Your moral compass shuddered. He was your ticket to confinement. And a married man.

“Chit-chat about what?” You aimed for a steady voice; what came out was breathy.

He didn’t hesitate. “You’re Truth Exposer. The biggest pain in my ass for the last two years.”

Bakugou stalked forward. You stepped back. Forward. Back. Again and again, until the ridged concrete wall halted your retreat. Distance didn’t seem to exist in his mind where you were concerned.

Shouldn’t he be more cautious? He barely knew anything about you, let alone the extent of your quirk. Officially, it heightened your five senses to an overstimulating, terrifying degree—all of them, or whichever you chose. You never bothered to update the information at the Quirk Registry and had no intention of doing so.

“So you say. Proof?” You flicked your gaze to the alley opening, tracking the occasional passing car while listening for sirens. Nothing. A slow smile played on your lips. “No police?”

“Nah. Can drag your stupid ass to ‘em myself.”

“Then why aren’t you?” You snapped your fingers near his face, taunting. “Ah, right. Because there’s a difference between thinking someone did something bad and suspecting them based on proof. You, Dynamight, have a little problem with the second, don’t you?”

His palm slammed above your head as he leaned in, warm breath tickling your lips. “Backhanded admission?” He scoffed. “Cocky little shit. Think you’re gettin’ out of this?”

“Unless you can back up your assumptions, yeah.” You stepped closer, erasing the last bit of space between you, your voice fading to a whisper. "Breaking news: Pro Hero Dynamight detains a civilian on baseless suspicions. Has dropping four rankings finally pushed him to cross the line in hopes of climbing back up?”

Low, rumbly chuckles spilled from his lips and onto yours. You blinked, taken aback by the pleasant sound and his open amusement, barely registering his fingers grasping your jaw. “Like I give a shit about my ranking when I found you. Now all I gotta do is follow your scent and wait for you to slip. Once you do that, I’ll be right there punishin’ you for it. Wanna guess who’ll shoot up in the rankings after?”

You stared at him for another beat before you jerked your head away, grimacing. “Following my scent? What are you, a dog?”

“Worse.”

“A stalker, then?”

Bakugou never got the chance to respond. His phone rang, blasting the most obnoxious sound in existence. Clicking his tongue, he fished it out of his shorts, gaze locked on yours, daring you to move. He snapped at the caller.

“This better be important. I’m busy.”

Being this close made you into an involuntary participant in the conversation. Bless your hearing, or curse it.

“You need to come home. It’s about your wife. And Yua,” the woman on the other end urged. His mother?

He instantly straightened. “Is my kid okay?”

“She’s fine, but come home.” Her voice sounded exhausted.

“Can’t it wait?” he asked, and your expression shifted into surprise. Shouldn’t he be running already?

“I caught her with another guy. What do you think, Katsuki? Can it wait?” Her tone suddenly whipped at the air through the speaker.

Another guy? Your mouth dropped open. His wife cheated on him? That wasn’t something you ever expected to hear.

“On my way.” He ended the call, pocketing his phone, and the weirdest thing happened.

When someone learned of their partner’s betrayal, there’d be hurt, anger, disgust; neither was present anywhere on him. Bakugou was either an expert at hiding his emotions, or something else was going on.

“Have fun sleepin’ with one eye open.”

He flicked your forehead, then jogged out of the alley, leaving you gawking at his retreating form, hand smacked over the stinging spot.

What the hell? And was that excitement you noticed in his eyes for a second before they left yours?

Ridiculous. In what world would he be excited about—

Your breath hitched. Was Bakugou waiting for something like this? For a reason to…end his marriage? Why?

Curiosity wrapped dangerously around your racing heart, and you shook your head. “Not my business.” It wasn’t. What he did, with whom, where, how. His life, in general, was not your business. “Move on. Pretend none of this happened. You didn’t hear. You didn’t see. You didn’t feel.”

Silence descended over the dead-end alley like a heavy mantle, fabric made out of secrets and denied truths. Each gone moment was more oppressive than the last. Your defenses asphyxiated under the pressure. Cracked. Loosened your self-control.

Weakness clawed to the surface.

You slapped your cheeks lightly a few times. You needed to remember why you had to stay far, far away from him. Somehow, he found you, putting your freedom at risk.

Your options took priority, your life, not his. Never…his.

The reason you spaced out, staring at the alley’s entrance, at the spot you’d last seen him, wasn’t the foreboding feeling creeping inside you; it was the unknown of your next move.

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slavdollz4mangione · 3 months ago

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the one where lu is the little spoon hc 💌:

- lu is the kind of guy who always puts others first. whether he’s working long hours, helping friends move, or just being the emotional support person for everyone in his life, he rarely takes time for himself. but when he’s with you, all of that changes. with you, he feels like he can finally let his guard down and just be

- after a particularly grueling day or when his chronic back pain is flaring up, lu’s first instinct is to seek you out :’) he’ll come home, kick off his shoes, and immediately make a beeline for wherever you are. without saying a word, he’ll collapse onto the couch or bed, his tall frame folding in on itself as he curls up next to you

- and despite his height, luigi lovessss being the little spoon because there’s something about the way you wrap your arms around him that makes him feel safe and protected <3 he’ll wiggle backward until his back is pressed against your chest, letting out a soft sigh as he finally relaxes, and tells you “you’re my favorite place to be,” with his voice all heavy with exhaustion :(

- but when he’s super tired and groggy omfg LMAO he gets so sassy and whiny, especially if he feels like you’re not paying enough attention to him, like if you’re distracted by your phone or a book, he’ll nudge you with his elbow and grumble, “hey. i’m suffering over here. focus on me, please”

- which always makes you laugh and set whatever you’re doing aside, wrapping your arms around him again. “better?” you ask, and he’ll hum contentedly, his sassiness melting away as he snuggles closer. “much better,” while his voice is already slurring with sleep

- you’ve learned exactly how to comfort him when he’s feeling down or in pain. you gently massage his lower back, your fingers working out the knots and tension that have built up over the day, sometimes (more like 99% of the time), you run your fingers through his hair or trace little patterns on his arm, and he’ll melt into your touch, his breathing slowing as he starts to drift off

- but if you stop too soon, he’ll whine dramatically, “hey, no. that was working. don’t stop” and if you tease him by calling him demanding, best believe he’s gonna shoot back, “and you love me for it” (he’s not wrong!!)

- luigi loves the way you instinctively know what he needs. on days when he’s feeling particularly vulnerable, he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and whisper, “just hold me, please” and you do, without hesitation, because you know how much it means to him. in those moments, he feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders

- he’s not embarrassed about being the little spoon—in fact, he thinks it’s kind of funny. he would joke around by saying something like “who would’ve thought a guy my size would love this so much?” but the truth is, he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks because with you, he feels safe, loved, and completely at ease, and that’s all that matters

- for lu, cuddling like this is more than just physical comfort—it’s a reminder that he doesn’t have to face the world alone. it’s a quiet, intimate moment where he can let go of all the stress and pain and just exist in the warmth of your love. and every time you hold him, he falls a little more in love with you <33

- on weekends, when he has more time to relax, he would often suggest a “cuddle marathon.” he’d set up the couch with blankets and pillows, queue up a movie or a tv show, and pull you into his arms—or rather, wiggle into yours, groaning in satisfaction once you wrap your arms around him or when his cheek finally squishes itself into your chest

- but if you get up to grab a snack or take a phone call, he’ll literally pout like a child. “where are you going ? i thought this was a marathon. you can’t just leave me here all alone.” which you can’t help but laugh at because seeing your grown ass man of a boyfriend act like a 5 year old is amusing as hell LOL and when you promise to come back quickly, he’ll still grumble until you’re back in his arms

- he also loves the little things you do to make him feel special. whether it’s making his favorite tea, playing soft music in the background, or just letting him vent about his day, he appreciates it more than he can put into words. he would always tell you “you’re my safe haven,” in a voice so soft and sincere it makes your heart squeeze

- and when he’s feeling better, he always makes sure to return the favor. he’ll wrap his arms around you, letting you be the little spoon for a change, and whisper, “thank you for always being there for me.” it’s his way of showing you that he cherishes you just as much as you cherish him

- for luigi, being the little spoon isn’t just about physical comfort—it’s about the emotional connection you share. it’s a reminder that, no matter how tough life gets, he always has you to come home to, and that, more than anything, is what keeps him going :’)

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