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About a year and some change ago, I decided to buy the first three Artemis Fowl books. I don't exactly remember why I wanted to read them. I had never heard anything about them when I was a kid, seeing as I only read graphic novels and historical fiction, but while wondering around Books-A-Million, I saw them, and after some out-loud debating with myself, my mom chimed in and said: "You should get them, I'm happy you're reading again."

The books just kinda sat around for a while until the day I started A Wizard of Earthsea because I also had started Artemis Fowl that same day. I had an audition later in the day, and I wanted to read something easy and fun to shake my nerves, but I ended up only reading a chapter and then forgot about it, trying to finish Earthsea.

Now, don't get me wrong, Earthsea is a phenomenal book that I now love deeply, but at the time, I was struggling to read it. So after a week of trying to brute force my way through, I decided to tell my friend (Who wanted me to read it) that I was taking a break from the book to read something else and while trying to figure out what book I was gonna read I remembered Artemis Fowl. I saw it on my bookshelf and thought, "Oh yeah, I started that, sure why not? It's middle grade. It'll be quick and easy." I then proceeded to take a month to read the first book.

A month, I know!!! Why did it take me so long? Was I not enjoying it? Did I at least pick Earthsea back up? Well, to answer that last one, the answer is no. In the entire month it took me to read Artemis Fowl, I didn't read any other books, much to the dismay of my friend, who just sat with the knowledge that I was literally 4 pages from THE massive turning point in Earthsea, but anyway, that still doesn't answer the first two questions. The simple answer to the first question is things like school, work, and rehearsal and the fact that I'm just a slow reader. The simple answer to the second was yes, 100% absolutely, but there's more to it than just those surface-level answers.

The answer to those questions is why I'm writing this in the first place, and it all starts with what my mom said to me when I first bought the books in the first place: "You should get them, I'm happy you're reading again." Cuz you see, when I was a kid, I was a reading MACHINE; from the ages of 3 to 11, I always had a book in my hand despite the fact that reading was always kinda hard because the words and letters jumped around on the page (They still do that, I'm in the process of seeing if I have dyslexia. I think I do), but I still read with passion and fervor. Reading was my first taste of escapism, full-on "transported-to-another-world" kind of escapism, and I loved it. It manifested as this warm feeling in my chest and a hazy filter on the world around me. When I got so overwhelmed by the world around me and even my own mind, the escapism from books was there to calm me down and put me at ease.

And then, one day, I stopped.

I can't tell you why I randomly stopped reading one day; I can give you some guesses, but I can't give you a concrete answer. But I stopped, and soon I grew sour towards reading, and I mean sour. Reading became "nerd shit" to me, and I held this weird, arrogant achievement of how long it had been since I stepped foot in my school's library, and over time I slowly forgot the comfort reading used to provide me.

Now, in a more cliche but sweet story, I would say Artemis Fowl was the book that got me back into reading and made me fall back in love with it, but that's not this story because the book that got me into it was none other than Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Trust me, I was not expecting it either! But something about that book in my junior year of high school fucking rerouted my brain and sent me back to the library with a new lease on literature. But then why am I talking about Artemis Fowl? Well, let me answer those two remaining questions. I wasn't just enjoying Artemis Fowl; I was savoring it, and that's why it took me a full month to finish it.

When I decided to go back to Artemis Fowl, I often read it at night before bed (On the nights that I wasn't exhausted from a four-hour rehearsal) with a little battery-powered lantern and my cat Finny next to me. The setup was very similar to when I would read as a kid with my Ikea nightlights and my cat Smokey. And the more I read, the more I found myself saying, "This is exactly what I wanted to read as a kid!" I also was saying, "I'd be insufferable if I read these as a kid!" because Artemis was my peak idea of cool so I would've absolutely, without a doubt, adopted him into my personality, but who knows.

I didn't consciously realize it then, but the further I got into the book, the more that warm feeling in my chest returned and the stronger the hazy filter became. When I cracked this book open, I fell into its world, and it caught me in its cool, badass, loving arms, and it happened every time I went to read it. I laughed, I gasped, I cried, I had such strong feelings about it that I couldn't put it into words. It was like I didn't have the words to describe what I was feeling, much like when I was a kid.

I started Artemis Fowl on October 29th, 2022, and I finished it on November 29th, 2022. It was a full and true month in the middle of my very hectic senior year and it was probably one of the best because,

Artemis Fowl handed me a piece of my childhood back.

And it wasn't the usual kind of nostalgia that you get from finding an old toy or seeing an old cartoon from your childhood because I never interacted with Fowl as a kid! It didn't bring me to the past; it brought the past to me. And in a way that I so desperately needed as adulthood stared me down. And though I didn't know it then, I know it now.

I read Arctic Incident a couple of months later, and the feeling returned, and now, as I write this, I'm reading Eternity Code. This whole post came about because I had the idea to live-blog my experience with Eternity Code (because I read the back and WIGGED OUT), but after thinking about it for a bit, I decided against it and wrote this instead. Live blogging felt a little too personal, even though I just dumped out my fucking emotional attachment to these books for the entire internet to see. Still, it felt too personal because stopping to write felt like it would break my warm cocoon of haze, and I don't wanna lose that, not again.

I may talk about Eternity Code once I finish it, I may not (I probably won't), but I just wanted to shout into the void about what this book has done for me.

I don't believe your inner child ever goes away. Sometimes, they just get lost and need help getting back home. It may take a while, they may keep getting lost, hell, they may not even want to come home, but when they do finally come home, something just clicks into place and relief just washes over you.

If I ever meet Eoin Colfer, I'm probably gonna say something silly like, "Nah, man, I read these books when I was 17, I didn't even know they existed as a kid", but at some point, I have to thank him for these books.

Artemis Fowl didn't change me; it brought me home.

#creative writing... i guess #reading #artemis fowl #I nearly cried while writing this #it didn't help that I was listening to the Spiritfarer soundtrack the whole time #funny to think this all came about because the plot for eternity code is my worst nightmare #childhood #i didnt proof read this #felt like it wouldnt be right to edited like raw feelings ya know #sorry to anyone who reads this in bed alone at 2 am #long post #literature

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wttcsms · 2 years

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♡ | customer satisfaction

PAIRING tooru oikawa x f!reader WORD COUNT 4.5k CONTENT CONTAINS implied age gap, golf course au, golfer!oikawa, dubcon, light yandere au, breeding kink, beverage cart girl!reader, possessive behavior, slight misogyny, power imbalance, vaginal fingering

What you tolerate, you encourage.

You’ve never given that stupid warning poster slogan a second thought during your high school career, but now it’s the only thing going through your mind. It’s funny how people act this way; conveniently forgetting all the warnings shoved down their throats ‘til they find themselves in a predicament where — get this — if they had just heeded the warnings, they wouldn’t even be in trouble in the first place!

Perhaps if you had acted just a little bit differently, you wouldn’t find yourself face down, ass up for a man whose hands leave bruises on your (previously) unmarked skin and a sharp tongue whose words slices your self-esteem to shreds.

But maybe those harsh words of his hold some truth. Maybe you are just a dumb little girl who’s been begging for someone like him to come around and finally make you useful. Maybe you do deserve it…

After all, if you didn’t want it, why did you let it get this far, right?

You first meet Tooru Oikawa on your second week of being a beverage cart girl for a country club so exclusive, you’re so pitifully poor you can’t even dream about ever becoming a member. You — along with literally any other person with eyes and taste — appreciate the view that he provides. Six feet of lean, hard earned muscle, skin so smooth he could star in skincare ads, and a smile that you swear sparkles in the sun.

It’s a shame, really, that this Adonis image of his is ruined the second he opens his mouth.

“Hey, sweetheart, go get me a drink.”

He’s everything you hate about your job’s typical customers: condescending, rude, constantly belittling you, egotistical, vain… But he’s also everything you love about the customers, too: rich.

So, you deal with it. You deal with it because if there’s one thing you learned from your short experience as a beverage cart girl, it’s that it’s better to just shut up, look pretty, and collect your tips as a sort of reward for putting up with their perversions.

As far as sleazy customers go, Tooru Oikawa wins that award, without a doubt. For someone who’s (unfairly!!!) pretty, he’s absolutely disgusting at his core. You honestly can’t even count a single normal interaction between the two of you. It’s like his default mode is being some sort of depraved freak.

And to make matters worse, there’s almost always an audience to bear witness to your humiliation.

He’s never bothered to call you by your name, even though your name tag is in his eyesight (and you know for a fact that he sees it because he’s always eyeing the area it’s pinned near). If you ask Oikawa what your name is, he’d probably say some snarky shit like “honey”, “baby”, or his ever so popular “sweetheart”. He might use a sickly sweet voice when he says it, but you can’t help but pick up the sheer sourness everything he says is tainted with, like you’re the root cause of all his problems, and you deserve to be treated worse than how he’s treating you right now.

The nicknames you can handle. That’s nothing new. His staring problem? Whatever, you can deal with being under his scrutinizing gaze for a couple of minutes if it means you leave a couple thousand yen richer.

But what makes Oikawa different from the other golfers that frequent this course isn’t his mistreatment or his money. It’s the fact that Oikawa is completely willing to break boundaries that anyone, no matter how sick and perverted they are, wouldn’t dare to.

He’s nothing if not tactful, though. He starts off with small things, like “accidentally” touching your hands when you hand him a shot or brushing up against you when your back is turned, pressing his body against yours under the guise that he’s “just curious as to what drinks you’re searching for in the ice chest”. He works fast, though; the progression from “maybe accidental” touches to “he’s definitely doing this shit on purpose” happens in a blink of an eye.

The first time he slaps your ass, you fucking swear that it can be dubbed “the smack heard ‘round the world”.

If not the world, then at least the golf course if the burning stares of all his friends are any indication at just how obvious he’s being. But for people like Oikawa, subtly embarrassing people doesn’t provide the same high as publicly humiliating them.

You’re not sure how to react. The other men are still gaping at you, but Oikawa seems plenty pleased at himself for what he just did. His smug grin is the only difference in his demeanor, though. Other than that, he acts like it’s business as usual; calling you sweetheart and tipping you generously. The only difference is the stinging pain and the tiny wince in your fake smile as he hands you a stack of bills.

His grin grows at your pained smile.

After that, it’s a downward spiral. Slapping your ass every time you walk by is nothing new. In fact, it becomes such a common occurrence that not even his golfing buddies bother to even bat an eye when it happens. They just continue on with their drinking and their game, like this is normal, like this is alright. It’s gotten to the point where even you start wondering if you’re the weird one for hating his behavior.

He likes touching you, though. Trying to get his hands to brush against yours every time he hands you money or you hand him a drink. Finds any and all excuses under the sun to have his body pressed up against yours until the only thing you can smell is the scent of his cologne — a brand you can’t even pronounce — and his spearmint scented breath that’s tainted with the second shot he just downed like water. But him pushing your physical boundaries just isn’t enough for him. He wants something more, and every time he requests for it, you oblige.

(It’s what good customer service is… At least, that’s what you tell yourself to cope with it.)

So when he tells you to give him a little kiss on the cheek “for good luck”, you do it. His skin is as smooth as it looks, you note. His cologne is subtle, but you’re so close to each other that it’s all you can smell. His friends whistle the first time it happens; you hear one of them make a comment asking if they can be next.

Oikawa, to say the least, isn’t amused with that reaction at all.

(You never saw the man who made that comment golf with them ever again…)

Cheek kisses turn into chaste kisses on the lips, and those turn into deep kisses, the types where there’s nothing but tongue involved and his hands are groping any area of your body they can reach. There’s a red alarm blaring in your head that you’re going above and beyond in the customer service department, but according to the country club’s motto, the customer is always right. And if Oikawa requesting that you give him a kiss here and there for “good luck” is good customer service, then you deserve a promotion.

You have to admit, though, that you feel dirty afterwards. The delayed shame and humiliation doesn’t hit you until after you’re done making your rounds, and all you can do is sit in the golf cart after your shifts and question everything. What he’s doing isn’t okay, it isn’t excusable, and—

—and it pays well. Your employers are happy with your good work. Your bank account has been financially sound for the longest time it’s ever been. You’re eighteen, this job is just a temporary gig, and you’re fine.

So, you don’t report him. In a way, you kind of look forward to seeing him on the course. It could be worse. He could be absolutely hideous and be a shitty tipper. (Thank god he’s neither, right?)

It’s gotten to the point where you’re ready for him. Your tennis skirts have gotten an inch shorter, just to expose some more skin for him. You have his drinks memorized. You don’t even want to grimace when he slaps your ass now. You know just how to get him to tip you better, too. You emphasize your sir’s and you’ve even been practicing on perfecting that smile of yours.

This new customer-employee relationship is like the new normal for you. You’ve grown used to this, you’ve adapted to this, you’ve even made sure to benefit from this.

But you hesitate when he asks you to take a shot with him.

This isn’t the first time a customer has tried to get you to drink with them, but despite the whole entire “the customer is always right” motto, the country club has a strict “no drinking on the job” rule that’s enforced heavily. You can’t risk losing your job just to appease him.

“Sorry, sir, I’m not allowed to,” You flash him a smile, offering up another shot. “But, I can offer you one on the house to make up for it.”

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart. You can’t take just one shot with me?” You knew he wasn’t going to take this easily. Hardly any of the other men do.

“I really wish I could, but I can’t. Company policy.” You speak through clenched teeth now. That old defiant spark in you is making a reappearance.

“It’s just one drink, baby. I think you and I both know we can keep a secret to ourselves.” He looks almost angelic when he smiles, but you know that people like Oikawa get sent straight to hell.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Oikawa. I just can’t. I could lose my job.”

“It’s my birthday, you know.” He says, and you’re confused as to why he’s bringing this up.

“Well, h-happy birthday, sir.” His group is starting to make their way to the next hole. He should be following them, but he isn’t. He’s still transfixed on you.

“Hmm. Well, it was. ‘Til my favorite beverage girl decided that her job was more important than me.” He takes a step closer to you. You take a step back.

You’ve never noticed this before, but Oikawa’s a lot taller than you realize. He easily towers over you, and the polo he’s wearing does nothing but emphasize his muscles. He might look like any other pretty boy on the course, but this isn’t just a boy you’re dealing with — Tooru Oikawa is a man.

“C’mon, don’t you want to make it up to me?” His hand squeezes your waist and his grip is so tight, it hurts.

“Fine, I’ll take the shot.” You try to turn so you can reach into the ice chest, but he closes the distance between the two of faster than you can.

“Mmm, not good enough, sweetheart. I want a different gift from my favorite girl, now. After all, weren’t you the one worried about losing your precious little job?”

Kissing Oikawa isn’t a foreign art to you. He’s heavy on the tongue, prodding your mouth open with it and exploring every inch of your mouth with it. It’s sloppy and honestly a little nasty, far too personal, but it’s just his style. Your back is pressed against the cart now; it’s digging into your body and it hurts, but all of your energy is being used to keep Oikawa satiated, so you can’t move away.

When he finally decides to come back up for air, you cringe as you see the thin string of saliva that still connects him to you. Even with flushed cheeks and shiny lips, Oikawa is still a sight for sore eyes. You can almost trick yourself into believing that he’s as innocent as he looks, but there’s nothing remotely innocent about him.

“You know, I never really liked golfing here until you started working.” He muses, looking at your distressed state. Your hair is a mess, and your now wrinkled skirt is riding up. You’re supposed to be looking put together, but right now, he thinks you look a bit like a cheap whore. His cheap whore. It’s a nice look, really suits you well.

He will admit, he gets a sick power trip getting you all messed up like this. Maybe he’s disgusting and depraved to a dangerous degree, but in a way, you’re the one to blame. After all, if you didn’t like his attention so much, why’d you keep coming back for more?

Because, Oikawa concludes, you’re secretly just as dirty as him. Maybe not to the same degree, but there’s a hunger inside of you that desperately craves depravity.

And who is he to deny you of this pleasure?

He stares at you like he can see beneath your flushed skin. You squirm under the scrutiny, trying to look at anything but him, but he’s towering over you and everywhere you look, there’s only him.

There’s butterflies in your stomach, but not the cute kind. You feel sick to your stomach, and you want to run, but your legs feel like gelatin and even if you could run, you can’t. He watches you come to this realization with some sort of sick glee, like this is a game and not a violation of your rights, not a direct abuse of his power over you.

“All the other girls—” A hand finds its way to the waistband of your white skirt. “—they were pretty much your average sluts. Desperate for attention, but real obvious about it. But you—” He’s hooking two fingers in the waistband and dragging down down down ‘til your pretty little skirt is at your ankles.. “—you’re different. Subtle. You don’t want to admit that you want it, but it’s true, isn’t it?”

You shake your head no, afraid that the moment you open your mouth, you’re going to fucking vomit. God, you hate it here, you hate yourself, you hate him.

You don’t even notice you’re crying until he takes his thumb and wipes away the first stream of tears on your cheek.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He coos. “Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting the past few months?” No, no, it’s really not. And he’s fucking delusional if he thinks you putting up with his shit to get some tips is the equivalent of you wanting to have sex with him. Maybe he’s been dreaming about this, but you’re not. This is a nightmare in the making.

“I think I know what you need.” He muses, wetting his index finger with your tears. “I guess all my time on the course, I’ve been neglecting the only important hole, huh?” He laughs at this pun like he’s just so fucking clever, but you can’t even roll your eyes because you’re still crying a little bit, and his now wet index finger is nudging past the fabric of your panties, soaking the material. He slides his finger past your folds with ease, entering you with close to no resistance, something he comments on. At least, you think he does. You can’t think straight; your mind is refusing to focus on something, anything.

He has an arm wrapped around your waist and he’s pushing you against the cart, making you fall back onto the leather seats of the cart. You can’t look down, you don’t want to look down, but it doesn’t matter because you can feel it. You can feel the slick gathering up, helping his finger glide in and out of your cunt. You can feel him adding his middle finger, can feel the way his thrusts are starting to gain momentum and speed.

His fingers are longer than yours, reaching deeper than you ever can. You’re not sure when you stop crying, but the tears have long since dried up on your flushed cheeks, and your breathing is starting to return back to normal. Or, as close to normal as you can get when a guy is fingerfucking you knuckles deep.

And you don’t want to cum — god, you really don’t, not because of him, at least — but Oikawa’s actually really good at what he’s doing right now. And you hate your body’s natural reaction: the overflow of arousal that’s slicking up his fingers and allowing him to smoothly pump his fingers in and out of you; the way you can’t help but want to grind against his hand as he continues to fuck you; the way you want to moan like a pornstar whenever he finally hits that spongy patch in you, the one where all he has to do is stroke his fingers right against that spot and holy shit — you’re fucking cumming.

You’re cumming all over his hand now, gushing white all over his pale fingers, and he won’t stop pumping his fingers, and you don’t want him to stop, you really don’t, and maybe he’s right. Maybe this is what you want, what you need. Because if this is so bad then why does it feel so good?

He finally removes his hand, separating his fingers right in front of your face. His fingers are coated with your cum, and you feel the blood rush up to your cheeks as his fingers inch closer and closer to his mouth. He just got done fucking you with his fingers, you literally came all over him, but watching him lick up the mess you made is when you decide to feel embarrassed? God, what’s the matter with you?

He’s obnoxious with his little taste test, too. He’s dramatically slurping it up with vigor, and you want to actually die right here, but you can’t. Instead, you’re underneath Oikawa, watching him suck your juices off his fingers, and he’s telling you that you taste sweet. “Maybe you should be on the menu instead.” He chuckles, but the joke falls on deaf ears.

Tooru Oikawa is a jerk. He’s a rich, self entitled, arrogant jerk, but he also gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had in months and that’s just with him using his fingers. He made you cum all over his hands like a teenage virgin, and you liked it.

And worse yet, you want more.

Luckily (or is it unluckily?) enough for you, Oikawa feels the exact same way. You can see the bulge in the khaki shorts he’s wearing, and if the imprint of his dick in the stiff material is any indication, your pussy is quite possibly never going to be the same ever again.

He flips you over with ease. You’re lying on your stomach, and you have to ask yourself this: can you fight back? You don’t even think you can walk, you’re still recovering from your first orgasm. Taking on Oikawa even in your peak physical state is a joke, so you trying to fight him off right now, with sticky thighs and a hazy mind? Yeah, that thought is a fucking stand up routine right there.

What you need to ask yourself is this: do you want to fight back?

Because here are the facts: somewhere, somehow, someway, Oikawa has molded you into a near perfect, submissive slut for him. Like, looking back from two weeks ago, kissing him as a good luck charm? Really? You’re no genius, but it’s obvious that something should have been reported a long time ago.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you do want it.

Might as well own up to it, then, right?

Tooru smiles at the view greeting him. Your upper half of your body is pressed down on the seats and — tsk, naughty girl — you’ve even pulled down your panties for him. Your cunt is still so wet, it’s practically glistening. Look at you, perky ass raised up, pussy just begging to be filled. Yeah, he’s been waiting for this moment ever since he first met you, and now it’s all coming to a filthy fruition.

“Beg for it.” His voice leaves no room for any objection. And honestly, begging for his dick might be demeaning, but it’s not like you’ve got much dignity left to save anyway.

So, what do you do? You beg, swaying your hips and shaking your ass in his face, whining like a bitch in heat.

“Please, sir—” You moan out, in what you think is your raunchiest voice. “Please, please fuck me. I-I need it, sir.”

“Need what, sweetheart? I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need.”

Yeah, he’s a fucking jerk. A fucking jerk who’s definitely packing, and right now — right fucking now — all you can think about is his cock splitting you apart. There’s really no shame in your game now, no reason to try to save face.

“Please, sir! I need your cock inside of me.” You whine out, and maybe you’re no master orator, but Tooru still gives in nonetheless.

First things first: Tooru Oikawa is big. And you’re not saying this to make yourself feel better about begging for him to dick you down, you’re saying this because it’s true. Because on that first inch of penetration, he has to grip your waist and stop you from squirming because it almost burns when you stretch to accommodate him. And maybe just having a fat cock isn’t anything all too impressive, but he matches it with his length, too. Your eyes are starting to well up with tears again when you feel the head of his cock brush up against your cervix, but the worst part — the scary part — he’s only three-quarters in.

He’s not even fully sheathed inside of you, and he’s already bottoming out.

“Fuck, for such a slutty little girl, you’re fucking tight.” He groans out, his grip on your hips tightening as he gets used to the feel of your gummy walls greedily sucking up his cock. “Have you been waiting for me to fuck you like the little whore you are?”

You want to say yes, but you can’t because your mind is going blank. All you can think about is how full you feel, how you never want to be without his cock, and maybe you are pathetic. Going dumb over a dick that hasn’t even thrusted into you once, but god, if this is you being pathetic, maybe you can learn to live with the shame if you can always feel this good.

He struggles to even pull out the slightest bit; your walls are clamping down that tightly against his cock. He lets out a shaky groan, relishing in your tightness, almost like your poor pussy’s reluctant to let him go. But Oikawa’s nothing if not persistent, and he’s pulling out, slowly slowly slowly—

—you scream. Like, full on banshee wailing the moment he’s thrusting back in. This change in speed comes out of seemingly nowhere, and it hurts, but the more times he does it, the more the pain slowly melts into something akin to pleasure. He’s still brushing against your cervix, and his thrusts are rough, erratic. Almost like when you’ve been starving yourself the whole entire day, and you’re just now sitting down to your first meal, and you’re ravenous.

Yeah, that’s Tooru right now. Ravenous. Insatiable. He’s moving so fast that even if you wanted to, you would never be able to match his near superhuman speed. He’s doing all the work, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. The imprint of his fingers are surely embedded deep in the flesh of your hips, but you don’t worry about that. All you worry about is this little entanglement ending.

You try to put off your second orgasm as long as you humanly can, but it’s just so hard to. His thrusts are too fast for him to really focus on giving you long, deep strokes, but he still manages to hit that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” He grunts, moving you back and forth in tandem with his movements so that you feel the full force of the pleasure he’s giving you. “I can feel you tightening up. You’re so greedy, baby, didn’t I already make you cum?” He coos, taking a hand and threading it through your hair so that he can pull you up and make you stare at him.

Your mouth is agape, some drool leaking out, and you look so pretty like this. Braindead because of his dick. How cute.

“It’s alright, though, sweetheart. You can cum if you want to. Is that what you want?” You nod, and he smiles.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum all over my cock, I know you want to.”

And you do. And god, does it feel good. Not just for you, but for him. The way you pulsate around his cock, practically coaxing him to finish too. Yeah, yeah that’s what you really want, huh? For him to cum right inside your pretty pussy? Make you his forever?

He can do that for you. That’s probably your endgame; get him to knock you up so you’re set for life. Maybe you’re not as dumb as he calls you. You’re lucky that you’re so special, though. He doesn’t nut in just any girl, after all. It takes someone special.

When he finally cums, his body finally gives out. He’s tired; fucking you is a whole entire workout, but one that he would very much like to indulge in every day. The pair of you are sweaty, flushed, fucked out messes, but neither of you have enough energy to care. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, and when he slumps down in the seat of the golf cart, you’re sitting on his lap. The both of you are breathing heavily.

You feel… disgusting. Sloppy. Dirty. A mixture of your cum and his is leaking out, your thighs are sticky, your body feels sore. But he pulls you closer, and he still smells good, and this feels oddly comforting? Maybe even normal.

But even in your hazy vision, you see tiny blurs that look like a group of men. A group of golfers. Oh, shit.

You have to hurry, have to try to at least look like you didn’t just get your back blown out by one of the customers, but Tooru is still holding onto you.

“Shh, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”

“Tooru, I could get fired!” You’re panicking, and honestly, it’s kind of killing his good mood.

“And?” The idea of getting caught dicking you down by a group of golfers is oddly endearing to him.

“And, I really need this job! Unlike you, some of us aren’t filthy rich.”

“Mmm, what do you need to worry about work for when you’re with me?” He mutters, placing sloppy kisses against your neck. “So what if you get fired? I can take care of the both of us.”

The voices sound like they’re getting closer, but Tooru makes no move to change your position.

You close your eyes and let yourself melt back into his embrace.

Yeah, he’ll take care of you.

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infinitefandomimagines · 3 years

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Thin Ice - Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

WARNINGS: mild angst, cursing, arguing, clingy kuroo cause i think he's adorable, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: after an intense fight with kuroo, you resign to the couch for the night. however, kuroo still needs his nightly dose of cuddles and is determined to get them

"Whatever Tetsurou, I'm too tired for this anymore. I'm done." The two of you had been arguing into the late night hours about God knows what at this point. So much had regrettably been said in the past hour that you couldn't even tell who was in the wrong anymore. It was just one thing after the other. Your cheeks were damp with the few tears you'd been unable to hold back and your head was pounding like a drum. You were absolutely drained.

Not that Kuroo was fairing much better, dark bags hung under his blood shot and glossy eyes, causing his face to look a little more hollow than it actually was. If anything, he looked even more exhausted than you were.

It was rare to see him like this. Usually he'd cover up his hurt with a quick joke or comment, but his stressful day at work had eroded away at his walls, leaving him completely vulnerable.

"What do you mean done?" He asked, fully preparing for the worst. Was this it? Were you about to leave him? No. You wouldn't, the two of you always worked things out.

"I mean that I'm done with this argument, I can't do this anymore. I'm going to bed, and I suggest you do the same." You started gathering pillows and blankets from the various pieces of furniture in the living room, setting them up on the couch to form a makeshift bed.

"You're not actually sleeping out here are you? Kitten-"

"Don't call me that, not right now! Just leave me alone Kuroo, I don't want to see you until the morning." You sounded a little harsher than you intended to. But your own stubbornness refused you the chance to take it back.

Kuroo let out a scoff, "Oh so I'm Kuroo now? Whatever Y/N, sleep wherever you want, I don't care." He didn't mean that, not in the slightest, but the need to get in the last word had overcome all sense of logic he had left. So with clenched fists and a tense jaw, he stormed out of the living room before you could utter another word. The slamming door of your shared bedroom finally allowing you the privacy to let loose the flood of tears you'd been holding back.

Unfortunately for you, the close proximity of the living room and master bedroom created by the quaint one story house allowed for the muffled sobs of your boyfriend to reach your ears. Your heart hurt at the though of him curled up all alone on the large mattress, but again, you were too headstrong to do anything about it. Everything was so overwhelming that your body ended up giving out. Your eyes falling shut as you hugged a throw pillow close to your chest.

It was around 2:30 a.m. that you were roused from your slumber by the sound of shuffling feet. Sleepily rubbing at your eyes, you looked up to see a large, dark figure looming at the foot of the couch. You nearly jumped ten feet in the air, your heart rate quickening to an unatural pace. The sharp yelp you let out was followed by the figure flicking on a light, revealing that the figure was in fact your, very exhausted looking, boyfriend.

"Woah, Kitten it's just me!" He stretched out his arms in an attempt to calm you.

"Tetsurou what the fuck? You scared the shit out of me!"

He grimaced, mumbling out an apology. That definitely wasn't his intention.

"What do you want?" You asked sharply.

"I couldn't sleep, not without you." His voice is pleading as he looked at you expectingly.

"Well maybe you forgot, but we're not exactly on cuddling terms right now." You weren't even all that upset anymore, most of your sour emotions fading away with the few hours of sleep you'd gotten. Nonetheless, a few traces of bitter hurt and anger still remained. It was the principle, the fight the two of you had was still unresolved, and being woken up so suddenly didn't exactly help much with your current mood. He really expected you to just come to his beck and call because he "couldn't sleep?"

"Can we just forget about it until the morning? Please, I need you." He sounded a little more desperate this time. Now that you thought about it, he seemed on edge and antsy. He kept shifting his weight from side to side, the backs of his heels lifting up as he did so.

"No, Tetsurou, go to bed. I don't feel like being around you right now. Just give me some space and we can talk in the morning." You dramatically slung your blanket over yourself, making it a point to toss over to your other side, turning your back to Kuroo.

There's an annoyed huff, and suddenly your blanket has been rudely ripped from your body. Before you could protest, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you off the couch and over Kuroo's broad shoulder.

"I didn't want it to come to this but you've forced my hand."

"Kuroo Tetsurou put me down!"

"Sorry Kitten, but I need you, so we're doing this the hard way." It seems as though his defense mechanisms have built themselves back up, as this time his voice holds a more teasing tone to it.

Despite your protests, he carries you back to your shared bedroom, gently tossing you onto the queen sized mattress. You're quick to make your next move to escape, but before you could move more than a few inches, Kuroo plops down on top of you. His chest is pressed up against your torso and he's already nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, pinning you down with the full weight of his body.

"Tetsu, get off!" You squirm under him, grabbing at his back. You hadn't even realized that you'd resorted back to calling him by the nickname he loved so much. But he surely did, his chest warmed as the name rolled off your tongue. He took it as a sign that you weren't really as mad as you were letting on to be. The two of you were okay.

His breath tickles your neck as he let's out an exaggerated sigh. His hands move to either side of your head, giving him the leverage to prop himself up just enough to lift his head while maintaining the ability to hold you down with his weight. His face is now centimeters away from your own, his nose brushing against yours as his hot breath fans your face. Did this smooth mother fucker really brush his teeth before he came to talk to you?

"I'll let you get up if you can tell me why we were even fighting." His voice is low and gravely. He knows he's got you by the way your eyes refuse to meet his, and he can't help the smirk that crawls it's way onto his face.

Based on the way he's looking at you, you're expecting him to spew out some teasing comment, but instead he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. It's sweet and innocent, a contrast to his usual eager and cocky displays of affection.

"I'm really sorry, Kitten." He whispers, and you know it's genuine. "And I should have said it earlier instead of storming off. I don't want us to end up like my parents, going to bed angry and never fixing anything."

There it is. That's why he was acting so desperate when he'd come to wake you up. His parent's rocky and loveless relationship imprinted on him at a young age, showing him everything he wanted to avoid in his own relationship. His worst fear was being unable to break the cycle of heartbreak set by his parents, and your unresolved argument scared him.

You couldn't help but feel a little guilty knowing that you were to blame for the pain he went through tonight. You instinctively reached up to cup his face in an attempt to comfort him, the pad of your thumb gently running over his cheek bone. Any anger or bitterness you'd felt had melted away with his heartfelt apology. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for just a second as he let out a relieved sigh.

"I'm sorry too, Tetsu." He let out a soft hum as your hand glides down to the back of his neck, finger tips scratching at his nape and playing with the soft tufts of hair. "We're okay, I promise."

Kuroo's previous smirk had now melted into a soft lopsided smile. Leaning down, he presses another kiss against your lips, this time a little more confident and eager.

"Okay, now can you get your fat ass up so I can breathe?" You mumbled against his lips. The sudden snarky comment has Kuroo putting back up his signature smirk. A deep chuckle reverberating through his chest. "Are you gonna stay?"

You nod silently and that seems to be enough to convince him.

Although you'd made quiet the fuss about it, you actually miss the pressure and warmth provided by his body as he lazily rolls off of you, now laying on his side. But the warm feeling isn't gone for long, because next thing you know Kuroo's arms have already snaked around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. He's got you pressed flush against him, one arm holding your waist while the other tangles itself in your hair. His chin rests comfortably on top of your head, every now and then tilting it downward to press soft kisses to your hair.

It isn't long before his breathing is already starting to even out, the exhaustion finally catching up to him. The feather light circles you're tracing into his back only speed up the process.

"You're lucky I love you," you joke, but you're sure he gets the hidden message in your words. Although, the response you're waiting for never comes. There's no way he's already asleep, he's definitely toying with you.

Your fingers halt their movements on his back. Impatient with waiting for his response, you dig your nails into his back, just hard enough to get his attention.

"Hmm? I was sleeping, did you say something, Kitten?" You don't miss the subtle taunting that laces it's way into his words. Oh, he's definitely toying with you.

"You are on thin ice Kuroo Tetsurou."

With your ear so close to his chest you hear the soft vibrations of his chuckle. "I love you too, Kitten."

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myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants · 3 years

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A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!

Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....

W/C: 3.5k

“Bakugou, dude. We should not-”

“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. “That bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!” He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you weren’t working in the lab after hours.

“Just keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.” He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.

Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. “Ahh geez.” He didn’t even wear any safety gear.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. “I thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.” Guess it wasn’t a new shampoo she was using then.

He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. “Perfect.”

*****

“He said WHAT?!”

Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. “He told Professor Aizawa that your ‘Viagra flowers’ are a joke to the science department and they should ‘wither and die’.”

You’re fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit don’t stink is ridiculing my research? “All that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!” You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “Why did I ever like that twat?”

Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -

“Oh for the love of god shut up.” Screw your inner thoughts.

Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. “Don’t apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.” She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight “I’m gonna go.” You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.

“W-where are you going?” Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.

“I need to blow off some steam, so I’m gonna go check on my ‘Viagra flowers’.” She huffs a laugh and let's go.

“Alright, don’t stay too late.”

You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. It’s a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.

*****

As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he can’t sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.

Don’t wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.

You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didn’t shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugou’s friend and one of your classmates.

“Hey! How- how's it goin?”

You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? “Hey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?”

“Yeah! Flowers are pretty.” He laughs, it’s high pitched and obviously forced.

You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.

“Where is he?”

Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. “He’s in the lab,” you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. “I tried to talk him out of it!”

The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.

“I told you shitty hair, if you’re gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.”

You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.

Keep it in your pants idiot

“Really Bakugou?” You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. “What were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?”

He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldn’t give to just lick from your navel to your neck.

“A B-Movie villain huh? That’s rich coming from the fanfiction cliché scientist.” He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.

“Fanfiction cliché? What the actual fuck are you talking about?” You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?

He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you aren’t quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. “Just grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.”

“You idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!” You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. “Why do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!”

“Why should I?”

Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!

“Put it back in the enclosure first and I’ll explain it to you!” Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.

“Shit!” You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. “Stay on that side of the room, if we’re far enough apart the effects won’t be as bad.”

“What are the effects?” The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didn’t speak at all.

“What are the fucking side effects!?” His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.

“It’s an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.”

“Yeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?” he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.

“It is not sex pollen, I don’t even use the pollen of the plant.” the last part coming out in a mumble. “The aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.” You clear your throat.

Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.

“So why are you so far away then?” The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.

Cheeky bastard.

“Surely I don’t have to spell it out for you.” Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..

“HA!” The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. “Of course you’re attracted to me, who wouldn’t be?”

“Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?” Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. “Tell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?”

A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.

“I’m - I’m fine.” Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.

“Lookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?”

He doesn’t answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top you’re wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.

“Cat got your tongue?”

On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. “What was the question again?”

“How. Are. You. Feeling.” you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. “Katsuki.” You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. “Smart, funny, sexy, beautiful.”

You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. “Need to feel you touch me Bakugou.” He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

“What happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?” Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out “Kat-Katsuki Please touch me.”

The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. “Oh god yes.”

“You’re so soft baby,” he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. “Take off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.”

Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.

He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.

You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.

“Wanna feel you too Katsuki.” you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.

“What do ya wanna feel, baby girl?”

With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you fuck me.”

You pull away and he quickly sets you down, you’re about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. “Leave ‘m on.”

Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. “Fuck you’re huge.”

He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. “Glad you approve.” Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. “This all for me?” bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. “Gonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.”

Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.

“C-cumming!” You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.

“Already?” a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. “Gonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.”

Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. “Please don’t stop,” you dig your nails into his shoulders. “M Gonna cum again.” His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

You’re repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then you’re cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.

“One more.”

Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. “I can’t!”

“Wrong,” Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. “You want me to stop?”

“NO”

“Then you got one more beautiful thing.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.

“Come on, cum for me.”

You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. “You cum too, fill me up Katsuki.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.

You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, “Oh don’t worry beautiful,” he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap “not done with you yet.”

By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. “Don’t want you leakin.”

You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.

“Let's go back to my room, yeah? I’ll help you clean up.” His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you can’t help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.

“I assume you're finished with the lab?”

You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. “P-professor Aizawa?” Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were… indisposed.

Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isn’t nearly as mortified as you. “How long have you been standing there?”

The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. “Long enough.” He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.”

And just before you can’t get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. “The labs aren’t sound proof, and these walls echo.”

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2jaeh · 3 years

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TRUE FRIENDS | MARK LEE

Genre: angst, smut

Warnings: mature themes, dom!Mark, jealous!Mark, slight jaehyunxreader, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 3,6k

Author: SIN

You’re trying to figure out why Mark has been so mad at you since you both agreed on being friends with benefits, Mark on the hand is trying to figure out why the rules between him and Jaehyun were...different.

A/N: it’s angsty but it gets cute I promise! Also I wrote this after listening to Heavenly - cigs after sex! About a thousand times.

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“When are you guys going to just speak to each other ?” Johnny groaned, following you into the fifth floor dorm kitchen as you placed your mug into the sink.

You turned around and sighed, leaning against the counter as the eager, tall browned haired boy waited for your answer.

“I told you I tried talking to him at Joy’s party last week but he snubbed me...what do you want me to do ?”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows as if whatever answer you had given him was still not enough. He knew there was more to the story because how can a friends with benefits situation turn so fucking sour in a matter of four weeks ?

“You guys are childish” Johnny huffed, “this is why it should’ve never happened in the first place.”

“You’re the one that pushed us into his dorm that one night knowing we were drunk, what else did you expect to happen ?” You shot back, gripping the sides of the marble countertop.

“Uh...not fuck ?” Johnny shrugged and you shot him a glare before he raised his hands to defend himself,

“All I’m saying is that Mark ain’t the meanest guy around so if he’s mad then maybe it’s serious.”

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Mark was stuck in the booth at the company building, unknowing that it was already past 11pm and most of the staff had gone home. His tired eyes ran over his lyrics for the 20th time, analysing each section, trying to improve what he had, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Knock knock” Mark swivelled his chair to the door and half smiled when he saw Jungwoo’s head pop in with a bottle of soju and chicken.

“What are you doing here man ?” Mark rubbed his eye, placing his lyric book on the soundboard and stretched his arms above his head. Jungwoo took a seat on the couch and unpacked the meal on the wooden coffee table in front of him,

“You’ve been here all day, you didn’t even meet us for dinner” Jungwoo pouted and handed Mark a cup filled with a mixture of soju and sprite.

Mark shot back the drink and sifted through the pieces of chicken, “yeah I was working, kinda lost track of time”

“You’ve been out of it for the past week, is everything okay ? Is this about....y/n ?” Jungwoo’s voice was cautious as he noticed Mark’s eyes narrow at the sound of your name.

“I told you all of that was over” Mark took a measly bite of the chicken and threw it aside, opting for another cup of soju instead.

“You never told me what happened though,” Jungwoo interjected, “all I know you guys were hooking up and next minute every time you two were in a room together it was tense as fuck.”

Mark chewed on his bottom lip and slumped in his chair knowing Jungwoo was going to pester him until he gave him a valid answer.

“Well after that first night we hooked up y/n laid down some ground rules, the usual you know” Mark explained, his thoughts going back to the first night that he spent with you,

“No feelings, freely hooking up with other people, no spending a full night together, no holding hands, like just none of that shit.”

“So just hooking up and leaving ?” Jungwoo raised his brow, his mouth filled with chicken.

Mark nodded, “yeah apparently to preserve our friendship and not make it weird for the friend group or whatever.”

As Mark spoke he felt the pain he felt 13 days ago, when everything had crumbled right before him. When instead of ignoring the matter he pondered on it, made it play in his mind and ruin him.

“What changed ?” Jungwoo poured the both of them another drink and joined Mark in downing their fourth shot for the night.

“What changed was, “ Mark let out a dry chuckle, “what changed was that y/n was also fucking Jaehyun but his rules were obviously very different.”

Mark’s mind flashed to the night he finished work late and when he walked by Jaehyun’s bedroom he heard your voice. You were softly moaning out Jaehyun’s name and not his.

“Y/n stayed the night in Jaehyun’s room and in the morning she barely greeted me and the two of them were being lovey dovey in the kitchen while making breakfast” Mark topped off his glass with a little more soju than the usual ratio and gulped it down.

“I had no right to get mad right ? Well a couple days later y/n came over I had to hear about how much Jaehyun’s date wasn’t good enough for him or why it was the reason y/n never got into relationships”

Mark’s head was spinning at this point and normally he hated over sharing but it just felt so good to finally let everything out. He had liked you for ages and even confessed to you once before the two of you actually hooked up. As usual you had brushed it over and Mark settled for hooking up instead, as you were “emotionally distant” you had told him.

But the way you reacted to Jaehyun seeing someone else told a different story all together. You were just like him, your feelings weren’t considered, you were only there for a quick no strings attached, that was all.

It made Mark so mad that he decided to cut you off completely. He stopped answering your texts and tried his best to avoid you at all costs. When you tried to contact him at Joy’s Party last week he wanted to tell you everything but then he heard you tell Haechan that he was not talking to you because “he was temperamental.”

You were so careless with his feelings that he wanted nothing to do with you, but every single time he caught a glimpse of you, he just wished he could’ve ignored his feelings and just continued the way you wanted to.

“We should get back to the dorm it’s getting late” Jungwoo sighed and cleaned up the takeaway boxes and stuffed the empty soju bottle into his backpack.

Mark mumbled a yes and got to his feet even though the room spun around him. He had no idea when he had gotten so intoxicated but it numbed the pain he felt...for the moment.

Jungwoo swung open the door of 10th floor and dragged Mark in, hoping everybody would’ve been asleep by now.

“Yooooo did we miss a party or something ?” Johnny yelled from the lounge and Jungwoo groaned under his breath.

Mark looked up wondering why the fifth floor boy was here and then he noticed Jaehyun seated next him followed by you sitting up close next to Jaehyun.

“Great” Mark mumbled under his breath as Jungwoo tried his best to hold him up.

Jungwoo propped Mark up on the bar stool as he got the younger boy a glass of water to ease his state.

“What the hell happened ?” You asked, slowly approaching the kitchen yet still keeping a safe distance from Mark who was practically sliding off the bar stool.

“Hey be careful” you scolded him, rushing to his side to prop him back onto the seat.

“Leave me alone y/n” Mark muttered as he shrugged out of your hold and propped his elbows up on the counter, burying his head in his hands.

Y/n is just trying to help man” Mark heard Jaehyun say followed by his footsteps approaching the kitchen alongside Johnny. Mark rolled his eyes and took a sip of the water Jungwoo had provided for him before pushing away from the counter and got to his feet.

“I don’t need help from any of you” Mark slurred his words as he tried to find his balance but to his dismay only had him crashing into Johnny.

“Seems like you do” Johnny pursed his lips and held the black haired boy up.

Mark uttered a few curses under his breath until you had enough and dragged him down the hallway into his bedroom and shut the door behind you.

“What the hell is wrong with you Mark Lee ?” You folded your arms as the boy stumbled back onto his bed and sunk into the soft mattress avoiding your eyes.

“Get out y/n” he said under his breath.

“No” you replied sternly and Mark groaned at your stubbornness.

“Why are you here ? Shouldn’t you be in Jaehyuns bed right now ?” Mark’s words made you frown, oblivious to his distaste toward the idea of you and Jaehyun being together.

“Mark” you cautioned and sat next to him on the bed, “can you please tell me what’s going on ?”

“You, him, us, everything” Mark rubbed his eyes and looked over at you, “y/n I’m trying to get over it and you’re not helping right now.”

“Get over what Mark ??!”

“You! Damn man, get over you” Mark yelled, his voice slightly breaking and his heavy breathing turned to soft sobs. You swallowed hard as you watched the guy you always had known to be the positive energy in the room sob over something you had done to him.

This was all your fault.

“Mark when did you-“

“Since a while ago, come on I even confessed to you” Mark wiped away his tear with his black sweater.

You Ofcourse remembered his confession but at the time you weren’t ready and neither was he, and the two of you agreed to stay friends. Then the hook up happened and in order to honor the deal of staying friends you enforced the rules. It was about two weeks of your escapades did Jaehyun kiss you unexpectedly while you were rummaging through his vinyl collection. One thing led to another and you were in his bed, allowing him to have his way with you and even let him convince you to spend the night.

You didn’t think much of it but Jaehyun was a sweet guy and for a second you entertained the idea of having a tiny crush on him, until the very next day he had mentioned Mark.

‘Mark really likes you y/n, how do you feel about him?’ Jaehyun had said while the two of you prepared breakfast.

Mark was great. He was more than great and someone like you didn’t deserve him you thought.

‘Mark’s cool’ you casually replied to Jaehyun knowing you suppressed a lot of feelings when it came to Mark, especially since you had already scrapped the idea of you two being together when he confessed.

‘I think you guys should give it a try’ Jaehyun had told you, which confirmed you and him were just going to be a one time thing.

When you had met Mark a few days later you kept thinking about what Jaehyun had said and the effect it had on you but you weren’t ready to make the first move. You went on to Mark about Jaehyun thinking he’d speak up about it and let you know that Jaehyun wasn’t good for you and you’d respond by kissing him and fixing everything,

But what happened after was not what you had planned.

You hurt him and played it off knowing Mark was head strong and he’d be back to normal the next week. You expected him to be back to his goofy self, ranting to you about God knows what and ending it with his classic “should we make out now or -“

You bit down on your lip as you looked over at Mark who had now fell asleep, his black locks falling over his swollen eyes as he peacefully fell into his slumber.

Not wanting to wake him or leave his side you opted for the floor, pulling an extra pillow from the closet and a rolled up foam mattress that was hidden at the back. Your heavy eyes finally closed but your heart still raced, not knowing how to overcome the situation you were in.

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A few hours later Mark felt a throbbing in his temple and winced when he noticed the first light of morning shine through his window.

All those soju shots were now a regret as Mark sat up wishing his sleep never broke. As his mind recollected his thoughts of last night he quickly remembered you were the last person he spoke to before he passed out. About to step out of bed his hazy eyes quickly cleared to the sight of you, sound asleep on his bedroom floor.

“Y/n ?” He whispered, carefully stepping over you and crouching down to meet your frame.

“Mmm” you answered, eyes still closed but shifting uncomfortably thanks to the rising sun and the wooden floor.

“Y/n sleep on my bed, I’ll close the blinds” Mark rubbed your head until your eyes slowly opened and you began making your way into the warmth of his bed.

Mark felt uneasy as he watched you tuck yourself into his bed unsure of what to do with himself or where to go.

“Mark...” you mumbled.

“Y-yeah ?”

“You should get more sleep, you have a free schedule come here” Mark watched you shift over in the bed creating a space for him to lay down next to you.

In any other circumstance he’d just do it but now it was different. After last night it was all different.

“Mark...”

“Coming...” he responded to you and slowly slipped under the covers, turning on his side to face you. He didn’t expect your eyes to be staring straight back at him.

“I’m so sorry” you said softly, lifting your hand and placed it on his cheek. Mark stayed still and quiet, still wary if you fully understood his outburst or not.

“I- don’t like Jaehyun like that, and he’s way more into you and I being together than me and him” you chuckled dryly,

“Mark I like you just as much, and I always have I’m just stupid, I was just...afraid.”

“Afraid of what ?” Mark raised his eyebrows cutely which made you smile from ear to ear and roll over onto your back to stare up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, dating is scary and if anything happened we’ll never be friends again” you whined and you heard Mark giggle next to you,

“How can you think about what would happen if we break up before we’re even together ? That’s so stupid” He scoffed and you nudged him in his side.

“I’m serious, I’m sorry I was such a jerk and I want to continue whatever we have this time on your terms” you turned to him and Mark pressed his lips together and nodded,

“I want us to try it out, it doesn’t have to be serious, but I want you to stay over, I wanna hold your hand whenever I want” Mark pouted and enveloped his hand with yours, “and please no more Jung Jaehyun, dude can sing, cook, and God knows what else I can’t compete with.”

“You don’t have to compete because I only like you stupid, you’re perfect” you playfully pinched his cheek and Mark shifted closer to you.

“Officially dating ?” His large eyes looked up into yours,

“Officially dating” you giggled and Mark wasted no time in shifting his body until he was hovering over you. his thumb brushed over your bottom lip and he pressed his mouth against yours, sighing into the deep kiss. Your lips attacked each other excessively and passionately. Mark brought his body down onto yours as your hand tangled in his hair and the other grabbed onto his waist.

Mark pushed his hips into yours roughly, and you groaned at the friction of his Jean clothed member pushing against your core. Mark used your moan as a means to slip his tongue into your mouth as the two of you desperately tried to remove the constricting clothes between you.

“Fuck” Mark sat back on his heels and watched you reach between his legs to palm him through his jeans.

You quickly undid his button and pushed him back as he quickly shimmied out of his jeans and removed his sweater, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers.

Mark licked his lips as he watched you discard of your own clothes before bringing your face down to where his member was just begging to be touched.

Throwing his head back, Mark uttered a curse word as you pulled down his boxers and stroked his length slowly and skillfully. You watched him squirm beneath you as you teased his tip, bringing your tongue to it and flicking it while you pumped his member.

“Baby....” Mark said huskily, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes were hooded as he looked down at your mouth wrapped around his dick, just waiting for you to suck him off.

You abided quickly and messily took him in your mouth while still using your hand to rub his length. Mark’s curses got even louder until he finally made you stop and pinned your back to the bed, looking down at you with devilish eyes.

“I’m not the one who needs to be punished here” Mark raised his brow as you shrugged innocently,

“But you’re a nice guy, you wouldn’t punish me” you pouted and Mark stuck his tongue in his cheek before giving you a quick smack on your thigh, “yeah that’s not gonna work on me.”

Your heart raced excitedly as Mark rid you of your bra and panties, spreading your legs enough for his frame to sit in between your thighs.

A shudder went through your body when Mark’s index finger traced your inner thigh and abdomen, making sure to dance close enough to your core but not giving it any attention.

“Seriously ?” You groaned, throwing your head back in frustration.

“What?” Mark asked innocently still tracing circles and tried to hide the obvious enjoyment he had from teasing you.

“Do you want me to beg you to touch me ?” You whined, arching your back hoping to somehow get to his touch.

“Hmm” Mark hummed and pulled his hand away, “sounds like a good idea.”

“Mark please touch me, please I -“ you didn’t care how desperate you sounded or if the whole dorm could hear you right now but there was nothing more you wanted than have Mark touch you.

“Okay but that’s only because I’m a nice guy” Mark smirked and slipped two fingers into your dripping core with ease. You let out a loud moan and normally Mark would silence you but right now he couldn’t care less. The more you moaned the faster his fingers moved and when you mentioned you were about to cum he added a third.

“Holy shit” you breathed as you came undone and felt even more light headed when you witnessed Mark lick his fingers clean.

Once he allowed you to catch your breath Mark positioned himself at your entrance and slowly slipped inside, the already wetness made him groan with satisfaction.

Finding his rhythm Mark began thrusting inside of you, grabbing your breast with one hand and your hip with the other to help him keep his pace.

You felt him stretch you out and it was the most exhilarating feeling having him inside you again. Mark was confident in bed and that was one of the most attractive things about him. For someone with a sweet face and an innocent demeanor he was so dominate and tantalizing in bed.

“Mark I’m gonna-“

“Me too” he grunted before flipping you over and grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed inside of you again. The new position built your orgasm even faster as your ass hit against his abdomen every time he thrusted into you. Mark pulled you up, turning your head to the side as he bit into your shoulder and you screamed out his name continuously.

“Cum for me” Mark growled in your ear and those words were enough for you release your second orgasm. Mark quickly pulled out of you and stuffed his length into your mouth, groaning as you swallowed every bit of him and even cleaned up any remaining mess with your tongue.

“I missed that” Mark collapsed on the bed trying to catch his breath while you did the same.

“Me too” you hummed and rested your head on his chest as the two of you drifted off to a sweet slumber.

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It was mid day and Mark and you snuck into the bathroom to quickly clean up after a quickie in the shower Ofcourse and arrived in the kitchen where the rest of Mark’s bandmates were.

The tenth floor boys and Johnny were all enjoying their lunch but their smug faces when the two of you walked out said it all.

“Well we’re dating now, so that’s out of the way” you grabbed a fry from the table and popped it into your mouth.

“Congrats” Jungwoo clapped, more interested in the food in front of him than the announcement he obviously saw coming.

“Hey maybe they didn’t hear anything after all” Mark whispered into your ear and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before sitting down to join the meal.

You shrugged and slipped into the seat next to Johnny, and watched as Yuta, Jaehyun, and Taeil shared a quick glance and smirk,

“I really didn’t take Mark for a begging kink kind of guy” Johnny said nonchalantly while the entire table erupted in laughter as you hid your reddened face and Mark choked on his glass of water.

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chapter: five ( 4.7k ) rating: mature (death, past abuse, eventual smut) genre: mystery | romance | hurt/comfort tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly summary: when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is. << first < previous | next > last >>

The grocery store was a mess of color and light. You swore you’d never seen so much food in one place.

Back when your mom had been alive, you’d never really gone to traditional grocery stores. You’d always just visited markets where your mom knew the vendors and could talk down their prices on ugly produce and day old bread. After she’d died, you’d eaten whatever the staff in the group home had provided, then whatever you could scrounge up from convenience stores. Most of the time since you’d aged out of social services, you survived off the free rice and kimchi available in your goshiwon.

Occasionally, you’d eat at work with your free staff meal, but you tried to avoid it. You knew the sight of you wolfing down ramyeon and cold kimbap as fast as you could made Jiah worry. If she ever saw you looking too haggard, she’d try to slip some home made meals to the front desk of your goshiwon when you weren’t looking and that was as embarrassing as it was helpful.

For as long as you could remember, the question of where your next meal was coming from had hung over your head like a dark cloud. It didn’t seem like that was going to be a problem any longer.

Aisle after aisle stretched out before you, blindingly bright. It looked like an amusement park. You were finding it hard to stop staring. You reached out in a haze and picked up the juiciest apple you’d ever seen. Sure, you sold them all the time at Quickstop, but they’d always been dull and just the slightest bit bruised. This one was perfect: fire engine red and still wet from the mister. It was cold and heavy in your hands. You almost felt like crying.

“You good?” Yoongi is beside you, leaning over on the shopping cart, his chin in his hand. He looks dreadfully bored.

“Yeah,” you tell him, setting the apple gently back in its place. “Yeah; just got distracted for a second.” You give a single tug on the front of the basket to move him along, and he follows, shuffling against the bright white linoleum.

“Why aren’t you getting that?” He calls, just before you can round the corner into the dry goods aisle. You turn and look at him over your shoulder, confusion slightly furrowing your brow. “Don’t you want it?”

Your eyes flick from his face back to the glittering heap of fruit. You gnaw at your lip. “...They’re 6,000 won a kilo.”

Yoongi purses his lips. “That’s not what I asked you.”

“I don’t need them,” you huff, trying to stave off the beginnings of another argument. “There’s more important things...like you three and getting you clothes and better furniture and-” Before you get the chance to finish, the gray haired man has ducked back around the corner. He returns with two three kilo bags of apples and dumps them unceremoniously into the cart.

He looks up at you, brows raised and his eyes daring you to say something. All you do is sigh. “Yoongi-”

“Jimin likes apples.” He says, before you can get a word in edgewise. “They’re for him.” You can’t argue with that. He pushes the basket forward and you two drift down the next aisle.

There’s a question resting on the tip of your tongue and as you compare brands of rice, you spit it out. “So...what do you guys eat? I read an article that said to mainly feed cat hybrids fish, but...”

“But we’re not house cats.” He finishes, flipping over a box of cereal to read the back. His nose wrinkles at something he finds and he slides it back onto the shelf. It’s cute, you think- or would be if you couldn’t see the tips of his razor sharp incisors poking out when his lip curled up. Yoongi senses your gaze and looks over at you. You look away quickly and make yourself busy reading a label. “We can eat pretty much anything you’d eat. Not too much processed shit or we’ll get sick. Whole foods are better.”

You nod, making a mental note to forego sodas and chips. “And when you’re shifted?”

He shakes his head. “We don’t really eat when we’re shifted down unless we plan on staying there for a long time.”

You choose a 10 kilo bag of rice, tug it out from the shelf with a little grunt and plop it onto the basket’s bottom shelf. That was good, you supposed. You were worried you were gonna have to watch three big cats rip into raw meat whenever it caught their fancy. “Why don’t I push the basket and you can pick out things Taehyung and Jimin would want?”

He nods and shifts to the other side of the aisle. “What’s my limit?”

You pause for a moment, then stand and fix him with a strange look. “What do you mean?” He isn’t looking at you. He’s comparing two brands of cereal, scanning the nutritional facts on the back.

“How much am I allowed to spend on food?” he questions, simply. “-and what foods are we allowed to eat?”

You balked at him. “.. .you want me to control your diet?”

“I don’t want you to, but most owners prefer a certain look.” He turns his flat, yellow-grey eyes on you. “So what is it? No carbs? no sugars? Low fat? No fat? Dairy-free-”

“Oh my God, no!” You yelp before he can list any more diets. You’d said it a little louder than you’d intended and a well-dressed mom at the other end of the aisle fixes you two with an odd look before hustling her twins into another part of the store. You wince, but continue in a quieter but no less urgent voice. “I mean, I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t eat that’s…”

“It’s not unusual,” Yoongi cuts in before you can give voice to your thoughts. He sets one of the cereal boxes, decorated with bright colors and little cartoon animals, back on the shelf and tosses the other -something in a dull green and white box with a little piece of wheat on the front- into the cart. “You didn’t feed us last night.”

A pang of guilt shoots through you. You curl your fingers around the bar of the cart, stare at your knuckles. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, with all the sincerity in the world. “I was tired -and I know that’s not an excuse- but I fell asleep without thinking of you guys. It won’t happen again.”

“Relax,” Yoongi drawls.”It’s not the first time we’ve gone hungry; I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He starts drifting toward the end of the aisle, but before he can go, you catch him by the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

There’s barely an inch of fabric between your thumb and forefinger, but the look Yoongi gives you makes it look like you’d yanked him back by the collar. He whirls on you, eyes narrowed and lips twisted into something sour. You’d overstepped by grabbing him. Still, you speak. “That was the last time. I mean it.”

The hybrid’s face shifts from irritation into something unrecognizable. He’s looking at you like there’s an equation written behind your eyes that he’s trying to work out with his own, like if he looks deep enough into them he’ll find the answers etched across your sclera. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the seconds drag on, but you don’t look away. Instead, you hold his gaze and let the moment swell under almost unbearable tension.

Yoongi gives first. He tugs his sleeve out of your grip and shuffles back out of reach. “Whatever you say,” he scoffs, stalking off into the next aisle, his ears tilted back and tail tip flicking in irritation.

You sigh. You’d done it again. The urge to catch him again wells up in you, but you tamp it down. ‘Time and space,’ you remind yourself. ‘Give him time and give him space.’ Satisfied once the distance between the two of you is enough, you go to follow after him, but hesitate as you pass the cereal he’d been looking at. You tug it off the shelf and place it in the basket underneath a few other things so it’d be hidden. You don’t know why and if he asked you about it later you were sure you’d draw a blank. If nothing else, you told yourself as you hurried to catch up with your hybrid, he’d have a choice.

The rest of the grocery trip passed in silence, just as it’d begun. Yoongi didn’t so much as look at you, but that was fine. You were focused on watching him. Anything that he gave more than a passing glance went into the basket. If the bobcat hybrid noticed your rapidly increasing haul, he didn’t say anything about it. He was silent. Even when you flinched as the cashier announced the total and you waffled between trying to walk home or calling a taxi. Even in the lobby then the elevator on the way up as Mr. Park talked both of your ears off and you had to stop him from carrying your groceries in and stocking the fridge himself, Yoongi had remained eerily quiet. It’d given you time to think.

You didn’t know much about hybrids. If you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t known anything about them prior to what you’d anxiety-googled yesterday afternoon. You were so far out of your depth, it was miracle you hadn’t drowned yet. Still, you weren’t completely oblivious.

In between Yoongi’s open hostility, Jimin’s blase attitude toward his own objectification and what snippets you’d heard about Taehyung’s early life, you knew something must’ve been very, very wrong with the people who’d had them before they’d been foisted upon you. The expectation that you were supposed to treat hybrids like actual pets made you uncomfortable enough without the assumption that you’d be dressing them up like dolls and locking the snack cabinets at night.

A spike of anger shot through you. They might’ve been different than humans but they were still people. They hadn’t deserved whatever shady things their owners had done to them and you didn’t want them to come to expect them from you. You shift the grocery bags up your arm, freeing up a hand so you can punch the code into the door. There was no way around it. The four of you would need to sit down and have a good long talk.

The second you punch the code into your door it swings open. “Hey, Jim-” the greeting dies on your tongue. It’s not Jimin who meets you at the door, but Taehyung, freshly showered, the curly ends of his hair dripping water onto the white tile and the front of his sweatshirt damp. His eyes were still hidden behind his hair but you could see more of him than you’d been able to that morning when he’d shifted.

Well, not more of him. He was wearing clothes now, for one- a dark brown version of the sweat suit Yoongi and Jimin both wore. He was taller than you, which you’d known when he’d wrapped his arms around you, but looking up at him now you have to tilt your head back a bit. “Oh,” you say, a little dazed. “Wow.”

The corners of his mouth quirk up in a smile. “Hi.” His voice is still as deep as it was this morning. Was it always like that? He turns his attention to the hybrid behind you and his lips part in a blindingly bright boxy grin. “Hi, hyung.”

Yoongi hums a hello and slips past you through the door. His shoulder brushes against Taehyung’s and the younger hybrid chuffs happily a little in his throat. He leans down as the older man passes and bumps their foreheads together affectionately. Their tails twine together briefly before the gray-haired hybrid is out of reach and dropping an armful of groceries off in the kitchen.

“You shifted up,” you remark “Did something happen?” There’s a tick of concern in his voice. You step to the side of the doorway so the pair can talk without you in the middle.

Taehyung shakes his head, water droplets scattering. His hyung let out a hiss that erred just on the wrong side of animalistic as some of them hit him. You freeze, but the tiger hybrid just laughs. “No, Jimin and I were just-” His smile falters. You can’t see his eyes but his ears have twitched downward and his tail is suddenly stiff, only the tip ticking back and forth. The hybrid lowers his head, and you finally catch sight of eyes, gleaming amber and full of fear. Behind him, you see Yoongi catch a whiff of his junior’s souring scent and his head whips toward the pair of you, ears straight up and his whole body on high alert.

Worry draws your brows together. “Taehyung?” you call softly. You reach out with your free hand to touch his shoulder, then think better of it. Your fingers hover uselessly and inch away from him. In this moment, that distance feels a mile wide. The line of his shoulders is rigid and he’s withdrawn into himself. “Taehyung, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you-”

“We went out.” He blurts, snapping his head up to look in your eyes. His own are wide and earnest. “You left your backpack open and I saw the list you made with all the phone numbers and passwords and the door code was on there and I really wanted to go to the park. Jimin told me to wait but I made him come with me; we were only gone for fifteen minutes, I swear. We didn’t even make it; the same police officer from earlier was still on the street.”

“Taehyung-”

“Please-” he cuts you off before you can even get a word in edgewise. “Please, just punish me; Jimin didn’t do anything. The whole time he was trying to make me go back. He only went with me so I wouldn’t be alone.”

Your heart wrenches in your chest. You do touch him, then. Your fingertips barely graze the material of his sweatshirt, but he flinches and you pull away. Your hand drops to your side, limp. “Can you and Jimin meet me in the living room?” You ask him, careful to keep your tone light and non-threatening as possible. “We need to talk.” His ears droop, but he nods and shuffles off to do as you ask. You trail behind him into the penthouse, making sure to give him enough space. The last thing you wanted to do right now was crowd him.

You drop the groceries on the counter in the kitchen and look up to find Yoongi squinting at you. He’s coiled up like a spring, ready to bolt at any moment. You try to give him a reassuring smile, but it comes out watery and wan. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “We’re just gonna talk.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you.

Still, he follows you into the living room, takes a seat on the couch while you settle cross-legged on the ottoman across from him. A few seconds later, Jimin and Taehyung slink down the stairs. The tiger hybrid is clinging to his hyung who, for once, isn't smiling. Jimin’s face is settled into a cool mask of neutrality. You almost don’t recognize him.

They sink into the couch on either side of Yoongi, their backs stiff and eyes on anything other than you. For a moment, the four of you sit there in uncomfortable silence. You speak first.

“Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi-”

“Y/N,” Jimin cuts in, “Whatever Taehyung told you-”

“-I’m sorry.” You finish. That seems to surprise them. You interlock your fingers on your lap and look at each one of them individually. “I’m sorry that I didn’t check to see if there was food in the house last night. I’m sorry that I didn’t make sure you had the things you needed to feel comfortable here. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t allowed to leave.”

Taehyung swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He’s got a death grip on Yoongi’s arm with one hand and the other fisted in the fabric of his sweatpants. “You...You’re not mad?” The tremor in his voice makes your heart ache.

“No,” you tell him with all the sincerity in the world. “I’m not mad at you. I’m sad that you were ever around someone who made you feel like you needed to apologize for wanting to see the sun and I’m angry that they made you think that was something to be punished for.” It was true. Beneath your sadness, beneath your shock at his expectation of punishment, anger was twisting in your gut. What type of person would reduce another to fear and trembling for the sake of leaving the house? “I’m not going to...to punish you, I need you to know that.” You tell him, before looking at Jimin and Yoongi. “Any of you. Ever. I’m never gonna hurt you.”

Taehyung’s jaw is clenched like he’s trying not to cry. All the wind has gone out of Jimin like a deflated sail and the leopard hybrid just looks exhausted. Yoongi’s rubbing soothing circles in both of their backs. You can’t tell from his face, but by the way his ears have relaxed, you think he was worried about your reaction, too.

You let out a little exhale and slouch. “Whatever happened to you with your previous...the people you lived with before? It wasn’t okay.” You’re as firm with it as you can be while still keeping your tone gentle. “They were supposed to take care of you and love you and help you grow, but if they starved you, if they made you feel this bad, if they treated you like property, then fuck them. I don’t want to be anything like them.” You admit. “I don’t want to be your owner and I don’t want you to be my pets.”

“What do you want us to be to you then?” Yoongi rasps. Despite the question, there’s no challenge in his voice. He’s genuinely asking.

One corner of your mouth quirks up and you give him a small shrug. “Friends, maybe? Eventually, if we can. For now let’s try…” you search for the word you want. “Roommates?” You supply. “We live together, but you guys don’t need to feel like you owe me anything. I’ll get you phones tomorrow, if you want, and copies of the credit card. We can get you clothes and furniture too. And if there’s anything you want to do or want to see, go see it. The door code is 0613.”

The tension that’d run between the three hybrids like a livewire is gone. Now they’re...if not relaxed, then at least relieved. There’s nothing else to be said. You stand and move to hurry into the kitchen so the trio of hybrids can have their space. The last thing you wanted to do after having a talk about their freedoms was crowd them. Before you can take three steps there’s a hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. It's Taehyung's.

The tiger hybrid is looking up at you, his eyes beseeching and a nervous tremble in his bottom lip. “Don’t go,” he croaks, sounding like he’s still unsure just how to use his voice. He tugs once on your coat sleeve. “Please.”

Your eyes flick from him to his hyungs. Jimin’s looking at you with apprehension, perched on the edge of the couch like he’s a split second away from helping the tiger hybrid drag you down- but Yoongi’s face is turned away from you. As usual, you can’t tell what he’s feeling. “I’m just going to the kitchen,” you assure him. “I’ve gotta put the food away-” Your brain short circuits as the tiger hybrid flips your hand over and presses his face to your palm. His eyelashes brush against your lifeline; his lips trace the veins in your wrist.

You’d never say it outloud, but it was hard to deny you were touch starved. You could count on one hand the amount of times someone had touched you gently since your mother died. You didn’t show yourself kindness most days and you’d come not to expect it from others. The world was cold and cruel, and you were far too old to be seeking solace from strangers. You’d thought you were above it, but the feeling of Taehyung nipping at your radial artery is almost enough to make you go to pieces. “Just a little bit,” he huffs, his voice muffled against your skin.

“...The groceries will get warm,” you argue, finally managing to make your mouth move. “Do you wanna eat hot kimchi?”

“I’ll put them away.” Yoongi is up and vaulting over the couch before you can get a word in edgewise. With him gone the last of your excuses goes up in smoke. Taehyung smiles against your skin and you let yourself be pulled down.

No sooner have your legs touched the cushion, then Taehyung is snuggled up against your side, his arms wrapped loosely around your middle and the cool tip of his nose pressed into your neck. “Tell me again,” he murmurs softly. “Can you tell me again that you’re not mad?” He wanted reassurance. The least you could do was give it to him.

You slip a hand into his hair, scratch gently at the base of his ears. He chuffs happily, the sound vibrating in his chest as he presses closer to you. “I’m not mad at you, and you’re not in trouble, buddy.” You tell him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

A warm presence on your left tells you Jimin’s settled in beside you. Sure enough, a second later a golden tail is tracing the edge of your calf. “Don’t leave me out,” he purrs, settling his chin on your shoulder.

You slide a hand into his hair too, letting the locks slip through your fingers as you pet him. “Never.”

The three of you stay like that for what feels like an hour. Even when their hyung finishes putting the groceries away and returns to sit with them -albeit at the far end of the sectional- they don’t seem like they’re in a hurry to disentangle themselves from you. You’re surprised to find you don’t mind it. The weight of two grown men against your shoulders was heavy, but not uncomfortable and they were warm and the steady hum of Jimin purring is almost enough to lull you to sleep. You cut a movie on and order samgyeopsal. You think they’re gonna kill the delivery man for making you get up, and they stay glued to your back even as you pay. It’s not until the first movie goes off and Taehyung and Jimin are playfully bickering over what to watch next that you’re able to slip away to the bathroom.

You shuffle quickly down the wide hallway, trying to remember which door the closest bathroom lay behind. You careen around a corner and run smack into someone. They let out a huff and you stumble back a few steps, an apology on your lips. You look up and find Yokngi there. Guilt bubbles up in your stomach. Between Jimin purring in your ear and Taehyung rubbing his cheek against your hand every ten seconds, you hadn’t even noticed he was gone. “Sorry,” you mumble.

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “For what?”

You’re not even sure you know.

He stares at you and you stare back, frozen. Finally, the bobcat hybrid sighs and gestures at you. “C’mere,” he mumbles.

You approach hesitantly, not trusting him to not suddenly snap at you. “Why?” You ask, apprehensive. Should you have not let Taehyung and Jimin scent you? He’d been around the entire time and hadn’t said anything, so you’d thought it was fine. Maybe you’d made a mistake. You gnaw at your bottom lip and creep slowly closer to the hybrid before you. Another miscalculation, another mess-up, another mile tacked on to that incalculable distance between you and Yoongi. Should you apologize again? Would taking a shower help wash their scents away?

Before you can volunteer to do any of that, Yoongi reaches forward, hooks one finger through your belt loop and drags you toward him. You feel a yelp crawling up your throat, but it’s stopped dead in its tracks by the feeling of Yoongi cradling your jaw and his lips pressed against the column of your throat. His spine is tense and his tail is ticking in the way it does when he’s irritated. “...What are you-?”

“They’ve both scented you.” He murmurs. “If I don’t, they’ll think I’m rejecting you. My job as their hyung is to put them at ease. If I can’t do that, I’m useless.” Despite his closeness, despite the way his fingers were slipping into the hair at the base of your skull, despite the little nips he’d started giving you, you could practically feel his reluctance.

You exhale and push against his shoulders. “Yoongi…” He doesn’t budge. “Hey-”

“There’s no good reason for me to not just mark you and get it over with.” There was that word again. You’d forgotten about it in the whirlwind that followed, but Jimin had joked about marking you earlier, hadn’t he? And Yoongi’d gotten upset with him. From what you were gathering, it was a lot more serious than scenting.

“I don’t want you to.” That gets his attention. The hybrid pulls away and fixes you with an odd look, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Owners always want us to mark them.” You feel that same twinge of anger again. The articles had said scenting was a sign of trust and security. It was used to mark family members. Had the people they’d been with before forced their way into their family without the hybrids consent? Without Yoongi’s? No wonder he’d been touchy about his juniors scenting you right away.

“Well, I don’t.” You give him a gentle nudge and put a few inches between the two of you. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with or not ready for.” You offer him a smile you hope comes across as reassuring. “You not wanting to is a good enough reason for me. Besides,” you say, turning to head back to the living room, the original reason for your trip forgotten. “I’ve never been marked before, so it’s not like i’m missing out on anything.”

At that, something flashes in Yoongi’s eyes that you have no name for. It passes as soon as it’d come. “Come back when you’re ready!” You call over your shoulder, retreating back down the corridor before he can say something one way or another.

When you settle back on to the couch two minutes later, There’s a movie queued up and ready to be played. It’s an action movie, one you haven’t seen before. “Yoongi’ll be back in a second,” you tell the boys. “Let’s wait for him.”

Taehyung hums his ascent, leaning in to settle back in the crook of your neck- but something stops him. He hovers near your neck, takes a few short inhales and tosses a look at Jimin behind your back. You frown. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung responds a bit too quickly, lacing your fingers together to distract you as Jimin gives the other side of your neck the same treatment. The leopard hybrid purrs, seemingly happy at what he’s found. His ears swivel up and a second later, Yoongi slinks back into the living room.

“Hyung…” Jimin starts, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

“Play the movie.” His hyung orders. He does, but there’s still a little smirk on his lips.

The screen darkens and the opening credits roll as Taehyung and Jimin settle back against your side, careful to avoid your neck. Yoongi drops onto the couch, this time only a foot away from the three of you. You allow yourself a little spark of relief. The distance was starting to close.

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #hybrid!bts #ot7 x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #jhope x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader

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palaceofpassion · 3 years

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It wasn't Jaune's fault! Whitley was just too cute, and her the Schneeboi was talking snack and acting like a bratty little brother when he should be slobbering on a Arc Cock while dressed like the slutty little Femboy he was always meant to be. Good knews was him and Weiss were the same size clothe-wise.

Femboy Whitley!

Jaune couldn’t keep his laughter in as his friends scurried about, trying not to absolutely lose their shits. Ever since Weiss’ little brother decided to show up, things had been... well kind of painful. Jaune himself had kept his head out of it, choosing instead to keep low and avoid any sort of detection from the Schneeboi. THough, that of course hadn’t stopped Jaune from eyeing him every now and again. He WAS rather cute, reminded him of a slightly scrawnier Weiss, with a nice ass to boot.

Jaune felt comfortable in himself to admit such things of course, after all he’d trained both Oscar and Ren quite well over the last year and a half since everyone moved into the little group dorm they shared. He smiled as the boy tried to flirt with Ruby, not like that would work. The normally cheery girl made up an excuse, saying something about Yang calling her, and vanished in a puff of pedals.

He tried to fight back a laugh when he tried to order BLAKE around of all people. Weiss had to keep the feline faunus from ripping her brother a new one.

Things had been rather easy for him, of course, though as the days went on his annoying slander started to get annoying. And eventually, Weiss of all people had decided to come to him. “Jaune...”

“Yes Snow Angel?”

His lover blushed heavily, “Could you do me a huge favor?”

“And what’s that?”

“So you know that thing you did with Ren and Oscar?”

“I do, Ruby and Nora are still a bit sore about that, though Pyrrha was quite happy.”

“COuld you uh...”

She looked at her brother, and well it didn’t take much. He’d thought about leaving things as is, but if Weiss was asking, “Okay.”

He walked over to the boy, talking to the group, Yang getting ready to punch him if he kept on trying to flirt with Ruby. The little femboy really didn’t know his place, now did he? Since he’d first seen him, Jaune had thought he would look better with a cock in his mouth, soooo.

“Hey Whitley.”

From his sitting position Whitley turned his attention to the dumbo that tried to call his name, “What do you want A-” His voice went silent at the sound of smacking flesh. His mouth hung open as his vision grew dark. Hanging above him was the most grotesque slab of meat he’d ever been near. The heavy scent practically suffocated him, the thick musk whisking through his nose and violating his thoughts. The pitter patter of dripping liquid splashing against his forehead caught his attention, and the heavy overbearing feeling of it resting atop him did not sit well for him.

He tried to push back and scream at the bloody neanderthal for even doing that, only to be silenced as Ruby suddenly rushed up to him, grabbed his jaw and held his mouth open. Before he knew it his taste buds were assailed by the most repulsive flavors he’d ever tasted! A tangy sour taste slathered his palate. He tried to bite down initially, but the thing was so large that it spread his jaw too wide to provide ample force.

“Oh wow! I knew you’d look better with my dick in your mouth.”

His violent struggles only proved to provide pleasure for the man currently throat fucking him. “Oh yeah~ Keep saying whatever you’re saying, makes your throat all vibraty.”

He felt fear as one of the various girls surrounding him grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down, forcing that thing all the way down his throat. His vision grew dark as Jaune’s crotch pushed and blinded him. He tried to lash out and push away only for someone else to grab his hands and put them behind him.

Fear started to get the better of him as he heard Weiss talk, “Ooh, he really does look better this way. I always did want a younger sister...”

“Perfect~ He’ll look much better as a trap...”

“Ugh, Jaune, just get it over with, I don’t want to remember what you did to Oscar.”

“haha... sorry Ruby.”

He tried to struggle more, but the individuals around him made it harder and harder as they each took turns forcing his body to move on its own. The taste of another man’s cock on his tongue painted his tastebuds horrendously. He wanted to puke with every passing second, but he found it hard to resist. Eventually he felt the cock in his mouth twitch, and before he knew it his belly was being filled with the man’s disgusting semen. His stomach began to bloat only pulling away once the seed started to ooze through his nose and the gaps between his mouth and the dick.

“Magnafsmdfg!”

Eventually he pulled out, but before Whitley could spit it out, Weiss had suddenly closed his jaw shut. “No no, you’ll learn to swallow~ The protein is good for you.”

When it proved impossible for him to spit it out, he had to eventually swallow, Weiss’ fingers slowly guiding his throat as he began to take the seed downwards. Tears burned his eyes as he felt his body grow weak, the girls finally letting him go once he opened his mouth. “Good boy~” They all gave him small little claps, something that felt absolutely demeaning.

“Now then~ Weiss, dear?”

“Dear?”

“Oh right!” Weiss cheerfully shifted over to the man who had just violated him, placing a gentle kiss against his dick, “I’ve been with Jaune for a while now~ Most of us have.”

His eyes scanned the room as all the residents there nodded. “Di... did you...”

“Invite you on purpose?” His sister feigned a pleasant smile,e ventually dropping the niceties. “Of course I did, now then, Pyrrha?”

“Got them!”

Before he knew it, he was on the ground his head pushed down by who knows who, and his ass held right up. He felt his penis dangling loosely as he tried to shit his hips out of their grasp. His clothing had been forcefully stripped, in place he’d been put in a white gown belonging to Weiss, one that fit him suspiciously well. “Le...let me go! You Barbarians!” Even as he cursed them out, he could still TASTE Jaune’s dick upon his lips.

The repulsive flavor didn’t sit well with him, but… any other thoughts simply stopped when he felt something push between his cheeks. “Perfect~ And I’m already all lubed up.”

“Wh...what?!”

He didn’t get a response before his ass began to burn, “Oh damn! He has such a nice boipussy!”

Tears seared his flesh as he buried his head into the carpet, the older boy’s hands grabbed his large buttocks, squeezing into his perfectly white flesh and marking him with bruises. “S...s...stop!”

He wanted it to end, but Jaune had other plans, his hips thrusted harder and faster. The more that Whitley begged and pleaded the stronger those movements became. Eventually he found himself buried into the floor, his little dick flopping and grinding against it as tiny spurts of semen ejected from within.

“Aww~ He wanted to date me too! Look how cute it is.”

He could hear Ruby mocking him from the distance as Jaune continued to plowing him, the manly meat mangling his insides. He couldn’t feel his guts anymore, disrupted and dislodged from their places. He couldn’t even cry as his voice had gone hoarse, and his tears had dried up. He simply layed there limply while they all took pictures and recorded the scene before them. Jaune, had decided he was going to take and keep Whitley as his own, and as much as he wanted to fight back… the moment he felt the first rush of seed fill his insides from the back end, he knew that his life was over.

When Jaune pulled out of Whitley’s gaping ass, thick streams of seed pulled, painting his white form even whiter as it dripped splashing onto the carpet beneath. The extra spurts that erupted from Jaune’s still hard cock, slathered Whitley’s young femine back, coating him in a nice glaze. “PHew~ Going to have a lot of fun training him.”

He placed a gentle kiss against Weiss, “Thanks for the gift~”

“Anytime~”

#forced feminized #Whitley Schnee #Jaune Arc

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infernalrevenge · 3 years

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The Greatest Show

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: G

Summary: Donna and Angie attempt to cheer Reader up after a bad day.

Notes: A little bit of domesticity and comfort from our resident dollmaker. Yes, Reader is still a servant in the house while also being her partner -- because why not HAHAHA. Just thought this would be a fun silly thing to write.

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This day was not going the way you thought it would. Well, that was putting it nicely -- this day was going to shit.

It was bad enough that you had a hard time falling asleep last night and woke up in a sour mood, but then you had an argument with a new vendor at the village who not only exclaimed that there was no new shipment of vegetables that morning, but also had the gall to try and throw you out of the store under virtue that they "didn't want the freak servants of one of the freak lords tainting their good establishment." The fucking nerve!

When you got back to the manor empty-handed, fuming but attempting to prepare lunch (sans vegetables), you accidentally burned your hand on the hot stove. As if that wasn't bad enough, when you jumped back in pain, you knocked over a few plates onto the floor and had to clean all that up too. You had to complete all your other chores with just one usable hand, the other one wrapped in a loose bandage. Fantastic.

You wanted to scream. Just let out a long scream to let the frustration out.

But you didn't. You couldn't. You still had other things to do, and you weren't going to let a few setbacks ruin it all. You went about your day as usual -- or at least you tried to, because you didn't quite notice how you would grip onto cups a little tighter, with your jaw set and locked as your grit your teeth, and had a perpetual furrow in your brow that worried Donna and Angie.

"What's up with them?" the doll muttered as she watched you slam a tray down in the kitchen when you thought no one else was around.

Donna didn't reply, only looking at the tension you held in your posture -- like you were set to burst with just one wrong move.

Your thoughts were consumed with tasks to perform for the rest of the day, chanting "Just get through it, you'll be fine" over and over in your head like a mantra. You didn't want to worry Donna over such trivial matters. This was just one bad day. You were better than this! You could do this. Just get through it. Just push! Just do it!

It was close to evening when you found your last task for the day before supper: Tidying up the library. Maybe you'll see Donna and Angie there and they could help lift your spirits. Finally, something to look forward to! Angie would probably make some quip about your bandaged hand, and Donna would be winding down on the couch and picking out a movie to watch after supper while you could talk about something to take your mind off the stress. But when you were greeted with a dark and empty space, neither of them in sight, you only sighed in disappointment.

Just get through it, you'll be fine.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked away the blurriness in your eyes, picking up the duster in the corner.

Just get through it, you'll be fine.

You looked up at the clock. Half an hour until supper. Right on time. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and headed for the kitchen.

You were already going through the menu in your head when you felt an insistent force collide onto your chest, nearly knocking you over.

"Angie?"

Donna wasn't with her, and didn't seem to be anywhere nearby either. She was merely floating on her own. "Y/N, just the person I'm lookin' for! Come on, I gotta show you something!" She seemed rather urgent and excited at the same time. What was she planning now?

She took your uninjured hand and started pulling.

"Wait, but I have to get ready for supper--”

"Supper schmupper, this is way more important!"

"But--”

Angie dragged you by the pant leg to the living room, leaving you no choice but to hop along and follow. There, you saw a table laying on its side covered in a shiny silky cloth, obscuring your view of what or who could be behind it. You could just barely see a familiar veil-clad head crouching underneath. Before you could ask, she yelled at you to sit down on the short stool in front of the set up.

"Angie, what's going on?"

"You'll see, I promise. Now be quiet, the show's about to start!"

With that, she waddled away behind the table, seemingly greeted by a chorus of soft giggles. You tucked your knees close to your chest and waited for the commotion to settle down... whatever this was. You were used to Angie's antics at this point, but what kind of show was she talking--

Suddenly, three puppets dressed like the lords popped up from behind the table, with another one looking like a smaller replica of Angie. They all had cutesy and somewhat exaggerated features, completely made out of felt, cloth, and stuffing. Like plushies.

What the...?

"Don't be sad, Y/N!" they said in unison, their voices remarkably similar to each respective lord, if not much higher in pitch.

"Welcome to the village, we're so glad you're here! Turn that frown upside down and give us a cheer!" they sang, each of the dolls moving along to the beat they made.

"Donna, Angie, w-what..." you started, but they kept singing. You weren't quite sure who exactly might be providing these voices -- the dolls themselves, maybe even Donna -- but you were getting more and more amused by the second.

After their short number, introducing each lord to you (Big Sister Dimi, Mr. Heisenberg, Moreau the Fish Man, and Angie, as you recall), they proceeded with the show proper. Apparently that song wasn't all the two of them had up their sleeves.

"Okay, everyone! We have something very important to do!" the doll that looked like Angie spoke up (probably played by Angie herself) "How do we cheer up a loved one?"

"A loved one?" Doll-Moreau repeated.

"Yes! When someone we care about is sad, we should help in any way we can to cheer them up, right?"

"Right!" Doll-Dimitrescu agreed.

You felt a small smile start to crack your facade. Was this all for you?

"But how do we do that?" Doll-Heisenberg chimed in.

"Well what are things that they like? What makes them happy?" Doll-Moreau asked, who turned to Doll-Angie.

"They like cookies! Chocolate chip are their favorite!"

As if on cue, you felt something tug on your leg, and you looked down to see a porcelain doll in a sailor suit lifting up a plate of cookies to you, littered with chunks of chocolate in the dough. "Thank you," you said softly, giving the little one a gentle pat on the head before they ran off back behind the table. You placed the plate on your lap and started to nibble on one as the show went on.

"What else can we do to make them happy?"

"They also like tea with their cookies!"

You could just barely hear someone whisper "Tea? Ew, why not milk?" before they were swiftly hushed. On cue again, another doll emerged with a cup of hot tea for you. You whispered another thanks before they went back, taking a sip of your drink.

"We can sing their favorite songs!" Doll-Heisenberg started trying to sing before Doll-Dimitrescu interfered with a swift knock to his head. "Not with your voice, you can't."

That was a little mean, but you couldn't help but laugh anyway. You would've choked on your tea if you had been drinking it still.

"Why don't we ask them?" Doll-Angie said, turning to face the audience -- you. "What would make you happy, Y/N?"

The smile on your face only widened, tapping a finger on your chin as you made a show of thinking deeply. Might as well play along if they put in so much effort. "Well, what would make me happy is to have my lovely girlfriend here to share these cookies with."

"You heard 'em, Donna, get over there!" The real Angie peeped from behind the table, with the puppet lords cheering on as well as she emerged from her hiding place. You didn't even need to see under her veil to know she was blushing madly at the attention, even though it was just you and the dolls in her company right now.

You moved the plate of cookies from your lap to make room for her. "Y/N..." she was about to protest, and you pouted in response, giving your best puppy dog impression and opening your arms. "I thought you wanted to cheer me up, love?"

With a sigh and a shake of her head, she settled herself on your lap, your arms wrapped around her waist to keep her steady. You looked up at her fondly and pulled her against you -- it suddenly felt like the day's worries had melted away, and all that mattered was having the woman you loved so close to you. That in itself was a great comfort.

Angie seemed to have taken the reins now, the show getting louder and more chaotic as it went on -- the dialogue was reminiscent of the banter you had with her, and some jokes were made at the expense of the other lords (and sometimes Donna), much to her embarrassment. You rested your chin on her shoulder and couldn't help but laugh along.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Donna whispered, tilting her head slightly to look at you.

"You... noticed then?" Your shoulders sagged, head weighing heavier onto hers, feeling like you wanted to hide.

"I did. It was a little hard not to." She gently took your bandaged hand in hers, pressing a tender kiss onto it. "But I didn't want to stand by and not do something about it, so... I hope this was okay."

You felt your heart swell with affection for her -- when did you get so lucky to have such a thoughtful woman by your side? "More than okay. This was very sweet of you and Angie."

A moment passed before Donna spoke again, "I just want you to know that... if there's anything you want to talk about, anything at all, know that I'm here for you, love. Always."

You could almost feel a tear come to your eye at that, "I'll keep that in mind."

You caught a glimpse of her smile at this angle, "You know I'd do anything to see you happy."

And she could see yours, "You already do."

(After learning of the existence of these "lord puppets", it became a game between you and Angie to hide them in plain sight whenever each lord would come visit the estate and bet on how long it took for them to notice it.

Lord Heisenberg almost never seemed to see his -- you weren't sure if he just didn't care to look around, or found it once and opted to ignore it, muttering something about it being "creepy".

Lord Moreau took a while to find his too, but when he did, you couldn't forget the look of joy and flattery on his face. It was quite adorable, and it turned to how quickly he could find the doll in a new room instead.

Lady Dimitrescu never visited, but when you and Donna went over to her castle, you always made sure to bring it with you. You would catch her daughters trying to hide their snickers when you would just stand around carrying the doll like Donna did with Angie, but whenever the lady tried to find out why, she never thought to look at you to see the commotion. Your girlfriend sometimes scolded you for it, but Angie always had a high five ready for you at the end of every visit.)

#donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #lady beneviento x reader #lady beneviento #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #gender neutral reader #gn!reader

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btsqualityy · 3 years

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Assuage: Chapter 6

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: None to note.

After word spread around the pack that Yoongi saved Chan, he noticed just the slightest difference in how the members of the pack treated him. They had always been nice to him, but it was as if everyone was going out of their way now.

Whereas people would see him around and say hello before continuing on their way, they now stopped and attempted to make conversation with him. When people stopped into the hardware shop, they always asked Yoongi how he liked working with Kibum and if he would design something special for them. There were even elders who offered to let him eat before them if he chose to eat in the dining hall (which he immediately said no to because he wasn’t about to touch that topic again with a 10 foot pole).

Yoongi wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of it, given the fact that people in his previous pack didn’t just talk to each other for the fun of it so he wasn’t used to the pleasantries.

“Oh look, there’s our local celebrity now,” Taehyung smiled as Yoongi walked up the front steps to the dining hall, where Taehyung and Jin were waiting on him to join them for lunch.

“Please go to hell,” Yoongi grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

“I have to say Yoongi-yah, I’ve never seen the pack go this crazy over someone since, well ever,” Jin laughed. “You’ve been quite the hot topic with the unmated Omegas.”

“I don’t understand why,” Yoongi shrugged, leading the way into the dining hall with Taehyung and Jin following behind him. “I just did what was right.”

“Things like that go a long way in our pack, as you can see,” Jin chuckled. Seeing that the pups and elders were already eating, the three of them moved right to the buffet line, grabbing their plates and filling them up as much as they wanted. Once they were done, they didn’t even have a chance to take a scope of the room before Hyorin’s voice was calling out for them.

“Over here!” She shouted and the three of them made their way over to her table, where you were also sitting.

“Hey,” Yoongi greeted you both, and you gave him a soft smile.

“I see our newest eligible bachelor made time to eat with us,” Hyorin joked, making Yoongi roll his eyes.

“Not you too,” he groaned.

“Listen, the pack hasn’t buzzed like this since Jimin presented as an Omega and had every unmated Alpha losing their damn mind,” Hyorin smiled. “Please, allow me this small enjoyment of seeing the Omegas around here lose their shit.”

“I’d rather they not,” Yoongi grimaced. “Oh, by the way, your crib is almost ready.”

“Aw, yay!” Hyorin grinned while clapping her hands together.

“That was quick,” you noted. “It’s only been two weeks.”

“Well, I’m actually the one who designed it and I liked it so much, I wanted to get started on it right away,” Yoongi explained sheepishly.

“I’m sure it’s great Yoongi-yah,” Jin spoke up, taking his first break from eating since they had sat down.

“Nothing but the best for the firstborn pup of the Pack Alpha and Omega,” Taehyung added with a smile.

“Absolutely,” you nodded, which made Yoongi smile to himself as he began to eat his food. While all of them began to make small talk and talk about different things, Yoongi was surprised when he felt a sudden, soft tap on his shoulder. Turning his head to the right, he saw a woman standing there with a wide smile.

“Hello,” she greeted him. “I’m Park Ji-hyo.”

“Min Yoongi,” he replied slowly.

“I know that we haven’t met before but I’m a seamstress,” she told him. “I help make clothing for the pack as well as doing small alterations, things like that. I also make the outfits for big occasions, like baby dedications and 100 day celebrations and mating ceremonies.”

“Well, you sound like an important part of the pack,” Yoongi said, not knowing what else to really say but he figured that that response was good enough because he could smell Ji-hyo’s scent (which smelt like Jasmine) sweeten just a little bit.

“Thank you Alpha,” she grinned. “I heard about what you did for little Chan, and I just wanted to say that it was really amazing of you to do. I mean, taking on a whole snake that was already ready to attack him!”

“It really was no big deal,” Yoongi shook his head.

“I’m sure it wasn’t,” she nodded in agreement. “Not for a big, strong, Alpha like yourself.” Yoongi could hear snickering behind him and it took everything in him not to burst out laughing as well.

“Well, I really came over here to offer you this,” Ji-hyo began, extending her hand to show Yoongi and sitting in her palm, was an earring.

“It’s...very pretty,” Yoongi nodded.

“I’m not sure if you’ve gotten other offers yet, but I’d like it if you’d consider me,” Ji-hyo explained. “I noticed that you wear earrings a lot so you could take mine and I could show you around pack territory sometime.” Yoongi was honestly at a loss for words, because it sounded very much like she was asking him to date her but he still wasn’t entirely sure how the whole “dating and mating” thing worked within this particular pack.

Before he could even answer her though, a sudden rumble hit his ears. Turning back to face the table, Yoongi’s eyes widened when he realized that you were the one making the sound and it was a warning.

“He’s not spoken for,” Ji-hyo spit as she looked at you.

“But you know good well that he’s probably not brushed up on the pack’s customs so you thought you’d slide in while he’s still unaware, right?” You shot back and Yoongi looked back at Ji-hyo, embarrassment now clear on her face.

“You already have every Alpha in this pack salivating over you, leave one for the rest of us,” Ji-hyo snapped.

“I’m not the reason that you can’t get an Alpha and if you took two seconds to look at yourself, then you’d realize that,” you smiled sarcastically.

“Alright,” Yoongi interrupted the two of you. “I’m flattered Ji-hyo, but I’m not really looking for anything serious right now.”

“Oh. Ok, that’s more than fine,” she nodded with a smile, but Yoongi could tell that it was fake by the way that her scent had kind of soured. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your meal.” She then quickly turned around and sped walked away, and Yoongi couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty at turning her down.

“Wow Y/N-ah, possessive aren’t we?” Jin teased you and Yoongi turned to look at you again, just in time to see you roll your eyes.

“I just don’t like seeing people being taken advantage of,” you shrugged. “She knows that he’s new to the pack.”

“Which is why she pounced,” Taehyung added.

“I still don’t understand all of this though,” Yoongi admitted. “Why is everyone all over me now?”

“If we’re putting it simply, Betas and Omegas love Alphas that are protective,” Hyorin replied. “Especially Alphas that are protective over pups.”

“And you saving a pup’s life only showcased that you’re protective over pups,” Jin said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“But isn’t everyone protective over pups though?” Yoongi wondered.

“Look hyung, in this pack, we date to mate,” Taehyung laughed. “Of course, feelings are important too but no Omega or Beta is going to even date, let alone mate with, someone that they don’t think will be able to provide for them or be able to take care of their future family, which includes pups.”

“So you literally showed that you have what’s arguably the number one quality that people around here are looking for in a mate,” you finished.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi uttered in disbelief.

“Ha, we broke him guys,” Jin cackled while Yoongi was still frozen, trying to figure out what hell he had brought down upon himself.

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After they all finished lunch, Yoongi said goodbye to Taehyung and Jin, watching afterwards as they walked away to go back to their jobs, Taehyung as Namjoon’s secretary and Jin in the hair salon. Yoongi continued to stand on the front steps though, enjoying the feeling of sunshine on his skin.

“I hope you don’t mind what I did in there,” a sudden voice spoke up, making Yoongi jump slightly and when he turned his head, it was only you standing there.

“Jeez, announce yourself next time,” Yoongi grumbled, making you giggle as you walked over to stand next to him.

“Excuse me, Mr. Prime Alpha,” you chuckled. “I didn’t think I’d scare you.”

“Well, you thought wrong obviously,” he huffed. “But to answer your question, no I don’t mind. I actually kind of appreciate it.”

“No problem. Ji-hyo tends to move dirty when it comes to her trying to find a mate so I figured I’d save you from that,” you said.

“In that case, i really appreciate it then,” he chuckled, making you smile lightly. “So, that’s how it works here then? Giving gifts?”

“Yep,” you nodded. “You give a gift as a sign of intention, which is also supposed to signify your seriousness in attempting to build a relationship with that person.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Does it happen to you a lot?”

“What?”

“Getting gifts,” he elaborated. “I heard what Ji-hyo said.”

“There’s a lot of attempts, but I very rarely ever take them,” you shook your head, a sly smirk coming onto your face afterwards. “Why, you jealous?”

“You wish,” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Just curious.”

“Well, curiosity killed the wolf, you know,” you replied thoughtfully before taking off down the steps and walking away from the dining hall.

“Wait, that’s not how that works!” Yoongi called out after you and you turned around, holding your hands up and shrugging animatedly with a smile before turning around and continuing to walk away.

Yoongi found himself laughing and smiling at your gesture, his Alpha having the strangest urge to follow you just so he could see your smile again.

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Tag List: @jikook-enthusiasts

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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The Misadventures of Ares: Vinculum

HOSTIS MASTERLIST

Taglist: @sunqnyu @taesty-wander-lust

“What?”

“Dr. Kyung- He said- The blood test- I-”

“Christ’s sake, give me that-”

Stomping over, you snatch the device out from his grasp and press it to your ear.

“There’s no way that’s possible. I’ve been on the pill for the last 3 months.”

“I’m sorry, Dr. l/n, I just don’t think a blood test would provide unreliable results.”

“Well- Check it again!”

“I’ve checked thrice, Dr. l/n. You’re 7 weeks in.”

The device in your hands begins to warm up, but you’re not sure if it’s from the electronics of the thing or that your body temperature was beginning to sky-rocket. Fatigue begins to set in, like you were about to faint. The giddiness clouds your eyes and your brain and before you know it, Hyunjae’s voice was muffled in your ears.

“...Kitten... Give me the phone... Are you... Do you need to... I’m sorry, Dr. Kyung... Right back...”

The lines in your vision are blur when your lids first open. Inhaling the scent coated all over the bed, which was an embarrassing mix of yours and Hyunjae, you rub your eyes in a bid to clear your vision.

The room was dark, besides the amber-orange light emitting from the scented humidifier by the bed. Which means it’s not morning. Rolling over, you note the emptiness in the other half of the queen-sized bed, and the coldness of the sheets tell you that he hasn’t even stepped anywhere near the--

Click

The door swings open slowly, revealing a shirtless Hyunjae with tousled wet hair and baggy joggers. With his phone in one hand, the other was busy ruffling through his wet strands with a towel. His eyes gleam in the dark when they look up from his phone, minding to check on you, but he realises you’re already awake.

“Hey,” He immediately locks his phone and places it by the humidifier on the bed stand. “How are you feeling?”

The mattress by your right arm sinks when he sits down, the citrus scent of his body wash filling your nose when he presses his fingers into your hairline. Drawing gentle lines into your forehead and hair, his eyes are filled nothing but concern. It kind of irks you, when you catch yourself falling for his little ministrations time and time again, even though they have all been for different reasons; under different circumstances.

His soft chuckle jerks you out of your trance when he finally pokes your nose. “Staring in this kind of shitty lighting, huh?”

An annoyed but accustomed groan cues you to swat his hand off your face. “Don’t you ever get tired of that?”

“Nah,” Wrapping his fingers around your wrist and bringing them up to his lips, he presses some light kisses into your hand. “I’ll never get tired of anything as long as it’s you.”

The litter of kisses begin to trail from the back of your hand, down to your shoulder where his light breath tickles your neck. You can’t help the soft giggles that run off your tongue, and his smile is pressed as a kiss into your jaw and then your lips.

He sighs, pulling away to rest his head on your chest with his arms supporting some of his weight atop you. His damp hair gets tangled in your fingers, just before they trail down to his back to trace his shoulder blades.

“So... what happened to the pasta?”

“I tried to finish most of it,” He speaks loud enough for you to hear, though you felt most of it as vibrations through your body. “Why, hungry?”

“...No.”

Then your tummy decides to refute and releases the loudest groan you could ever hear.

Hyunjae laughs as he lifts his head to look at you. “I’m sure the baby isn’t big enough to make that kind of sound yet.”

“Oh, God,” The reminder sours your nose unexpectedly. Your hands come round to cover your face, letting out a soft but frustrated sigh. “I was hoping it was a dream.”

The mischief in Hyunjae’s eyes wear away when he processes your words. The competition in his blood is no longer. Not when there was an other, godly being involved now. Something that he’s given to you, something that you were made to carry, something that’s meant to bond you both.

Something that would become part of his world, as if you weren’t already his.

“A dream? You don’t want... it?”

The thoughts well your brain. It feels like you’re drowning on the inside.

“I’m not saying I don’t want it... I just--”

He sits up and grips onto your hands like his life depended on it. The physical contact sends shudders up your fingers, not because his hands were cold but because they felt hot, like clothes when they just came out of the dryer. The overwhelming sensation forces you to shift and sit up against the bed board, eyes coated with tears and scanning his.

Two beautiful star-studded orbs look deep into yours before they look down, almost like he was ashamed of himself - then you realise he’s not even breathing. He’s holding his breath because he might just break out into horrid sobs.

“Jae...” Your hoarse voice sounds like a croak when it comes out, layered with all the effort you needed to stop yourself from bawling too. His cheeks are cupped in your hands as you try to pull him closer, but he refuses to leave your hands. His eyes are plastered to your stomach before he can look you in the eye with all the love he has in himself.

“You are... everything I ever needed. You are... my life, my world and you have my heart,” His voice is barely recognisable now. It’s so low, it sounds like a whisper, but you know his vocal chords are just strained from his need to control his feelings. “And this... Changes nothing.”

“Jae, I-”

“No,” He shakes his head, still unable to look at you. The emotions that he’s feeling in that gusto chest of his is slowly being translated into thoughts and then words in his head, and even as a doctor, that wasn’t easy. “I know... I know you feel like this isn’t the right time. You’ll think that this comes in the way of your promotion and that things will get harder...”

“Oh,” The ache seeps through you. Guilt surges through your veins and the tears finally fall. “I just... Jae, I worked so hard for this...”

“And I know you did. I swear to God, I know in my bones you did,” His hands find yours that are holding his face, and he finally looks up. He shifts, pushing you further into the middle of the bed so he can fit his body onto the mattress next to you. The strands your hair must’ve gotten the stains of your tears as you wipe his away.

“But I can’t-” The crack in his voice as he wraps his arm around your lower back feels more like a crack in your heart. He rests his head against your heart, attentively listening to the thumping against your chest. “I can’t... I won’t forgive myself if anything happened to you, or the thing inside you. I don’t care if you want the next promotion, you can have it. But what I care about is you, your safety and whatever’s in you right now.”

Sniffling and barely chuckling, you gently trace his hairline, fiddling with the stray strands of hair off his face. “Are you really gonna keep calling it a ‘thing’?”

Hyunjae coughs some kind of sorrowful laughter, inhaling back all the mucus stuck in his nostrils. “I mean, we can’t tell what the gender is until your second trimester.”

“Fair.”

He lifts his head again, and now you can see the pink in his nose and eyes. Your thumb reaches over to his cheekbone and brushes his skin, but he keeps your hand on his cheek and presses a kiss into your palm.

“Are you sure... about this?”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m not. But it’s your body, and as much as I’d die for you to keep it... I want you to decide... Whether you want to keep it.”

A frown gently forms in your forehead as you wipe your tears away, and Hyunjae gives himself time to climb over you, pulling the blanket over his legs and sliding his arm behind your neck. Resting into his shoulder, your eyes rest on the vapour pouring out from the humidifier.

“Will you hate me if I said I needed to think about it?”

A pause.

“No,” He pecks the crown of your head, resting his nose in your hair. “Your body... and... it’s your kid as much as it is mine.”

“You can’t say that it’s a kid when you can’t even tell the gender.”

“It’ll be a kid if you decide to keep it for the next 8 months, kitten.”

A gulp forces its way down your throat.

“I’m scared.”

“What about?”

“Whether I’ll make the right choice. Will I regret it if I keep it? And even if I do, how shit of a mother am I going to be?”

His free arm circles around you to turn your torso towards him, and he tightens his embrace with your nose in his collar bone. “Whatever you do, I know you won’t regret it. You’ve worked your entire life to get where you are today, so nobody can blame you for wanting to be reward yourself. And if you do keep it, parenting is a two-man job.”

Another pause.

“Whatever it is, I’ll always be here. Regardless your choice, regardless the outcome. Even when you don’t want to see my stupid snot-face, I’ll still be here. Okay?”

The facial muscles in your forehead relax, and you sigh into his skin. “Okay.”

Hyunjae massages your scalp with his fingertips, moments before he pulls away and slides off the bed abruptly.

“Alright, enough of that crap,” He picks up a shirt from the single sofa seat in the corner of the room and throws it on. “Come down when you’re not about to faint. I cooked you chicken and clam chowder soup.”

#hyunjae #the boyz hyunjae #the boyz #tbz #lee hyunjae #tbz hyunjae #timetohajima hostis

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untaemedqueen · 4 years

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The Red Dress (M)

Yoongi x Pregnant Wife!Reader

Request: Can I request a smut where Yoongi's wife is pregnant and they go to some big event and the wife is insecure because all of the other members' wives look amazing and Yoongi catches on and takes her home and shows her how much he loves her new body? I love your writing so much, thank you for all your hard work 💜💜💜

WordCount: 5k

Genre: Marriage!Au, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Reader Insecure About Body, Fingering, Pregnancy Sex, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Fellatio, Spanking, Forced Orgasms, Multiple Orgasms, Katoptroniophilia

A/N: SOMEONE BRING ME HOLY WATER

"What're you putting on that tight dress for? My son is going to be suffocating in here." Your husband tells you pulling at your dark red dress before fixing his tie. You look over at him incredulously as he fixes his suit jacket.

"I don't know, I just wanted to look pretty but that's difficult to do when I'm this big." Yoongi takes a sharp breath through his teeth before tilting his head in typical Suga fashion.

"You're always beautiful to me." He mutters as you pull at the hem of your dress watching yourself in the mirrored wall.

"You have to say that, you're my husband." He chuckles quietly before stepping up behind you snaking his arms around your waist.

"I say it because I mean it. You look beautiful, baby." His hands beginning to rub comforting circles on your eight month pregnant belly. You hum as he kisses your cheek.

"Gun is getting so big." He whispers as he feels his son kick inside of you.

"Why do you insist on giving him a one syllable name?" Yoongi turns you around before bending down, wrinkling his suit pants and giving your belly a chaste kiss.

"It's cool. Like his dad." You roll your eyes with a giggle as he pushes his hair back.

"Now, let's go get this anniversary dinner over with so I can come home and cuddle with my two favorite people." Yoongi stands up before grabbing his car keys.

"You say cuddle but you mean sleep." He gives you a large gummy smile before grabbing his coffee and heading out of your bedroom.

You stare at the Big Hit building as Yoongi rounds the car's hood, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the metal before opening your door.

"My lady." He says bowing his head, making you snort. His hand is outstretched to help you out of the car as you place your hand under your belly.

"Be careful." He murmurs as you stand up, your swollen ankles wobbling due to the heels you are wearing.

"Why'd you wear those stupid things? You're swollen." You didn't want to have to go through the whole process of telling him again. You were insecure about coming to this party, all of the other members wives or girlfriends were gorgeous and you look like a bloated balloon. You told Yoongi to just leave you home but of course he wouldn't accept that answer. He told you, you deserve to have fun but on the way here you couldn't stop thinking about how shit you would look compared to everyone else. There was probably no way in hell you would be having fun tonight. Yoongi rubs your belly raising his eyebrows expecting an answer. The baby kicks harshly within you that has you pressing your body into Yoongi's as you take a deep breath.

"Aish. Min Gun." Yoongi chides before crouching down. You look around embarrassed but this was not something Yoongi felt was embarrassing. He talks to your belly all the time, loving the idea of his son getting comfortable with your voice.

"Be a good boy for mommy, please. She's wearing these stupid shoes with a chopstick on the end of them." You roll your eyes at his statement as he kisses your belly.

"NOONA!" You hear from down the road. Your head turns with a big smile as your eyes land on the tall bunny boy you've helped become a man.

"Our Jeonggukie!" You call sweetly as Yoongi continues to whisper to your belly. Jeongguk abandons his girlfriend to run over to you. He gives you a back hug before hooking his chin over your shoulder and looking down at Yoongi.

"Hyung? Are you chiding my nephew again?" Yoongi stands tall as Jeongguk puts his hand on your lower back stepping away from you to wrap his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.

"Hayoung." You call to her sweetly as she smiles at you.

"Hi Unnie!" Jeongguk begins to rub your belly as you take Hayoung into your sights. Her slim waist and proportionate body have you wanting to pout. Tonight really would be no fun. She looks gorgeous and here you are, beached whale ready for duty.

"Don't chide my nephew, he's perfect." Jeongguk says to Yoongi, making him chuckle.

"Yeah. Yeah. Worry about your own kid when you have one." Yoongi kisses your temple before intertwining your fingers.

"Ready, baby?" You nod cutely at your husband making him smile. "Let's go then."

As expected, you were not having fun. The night was filled with gushing over Yoongi's unborn son. Everyone coming over and telling you how big you are and how well Gun is growing. But, never once did someone say how pretty you looked or how you have a glow about you and that was a confidence killer in and of itself. Yoongi was busy with the guys, talking and drinking whisky. He would occasionally look over at you to make sure you were in one piece but he never worries about you because you could handle your own. It was something he loved about you. And yet, tonight you couldn't handle your own. Your pregnancy hormones and your insecurities providing a heavy weight on your shoulders you didn't care to bear.

"I bet you can't wait until Gun is born." Yuna, Taehyung's wife says before laughing as she goes to sip her champagne. You hum in agreement watching the pretty trainee girls dance on the floor. Their bodies gracefully moving and contorting, you look down at your lap before putting an idle hand on your stomach. Why couldn't you just feel beautiful?

"Isn't Noona so big?!" Jeongguk asks with a laugh as he walks over to Hayoung. Your face turns sour as you grip the arm of the chair before standing.

"Thanks Kookie." You mumble, he stops for a second before tilting his head.

"Did I say something wrong?" You sigh before shaking your head.

"No, you're just stating facts." You tell him before patting his arm and walking off to the bathroom. He looks at Hayoung before pointing at himself.

"I made Noona upset." He sits in your seat before yelling over the music to Yoongi.

You stare at yourself in the long bathroom mirror, your body angled to the side as you rub your stomach. Yoongi tells you all the time how pretty you look but, it's hard to believe. Your face was swollen, your ankles, even your wrists. Everything was bloated and there's no way to feel sexy or pretty like this.

"Gun, you'll think mommy is pretty right?" With that one sentence it was like a waterfall had erupted over a dam. The flood gates opening as you press your hands to your face beginning to cry. No forewarning or anything, just sheer tears. Your body racking with sobs as you lean against the wall. You could say it was all your hormones fault but really your insecurities were numerous, they have just been hidden around your fantastic husband who dotes on you. You never felt beautiful or sexy until you met Yoongi. He advanced first, wanting to know all of you when you didn't even know yourself. It was a random run in with a stranger that turned into your forever love of a husband. With that love, you forgot what it was like to be nervous, and scared. Love completed you entirely, thinking beauty came with the grace of finding your forever person. But, today; today was different. It was if everything came crashing around you. You put your hand over your mouth as you cry, your blood vessels under your eyes breaking as you squeeze them shut tightly. Your hand rubbing circles on your belly as you feel your son move inside of you.

"I'm okay. Mommy's okay." You whisper before huffing out loudly.

A knock comes at the bathroom door as you wipe at your face with a balled up piece of toilet paper.

"Babe?" Now you feel guilty.

"Baby. You've been in there for forty minutes. Are you okay?" Yoongi's voice was shrouded with nervousness as he doesn't cease rapping on the door with his knuckles. You unlock the door before leaning against the wall. The door opens, your husband coming into view with a concerned expression as he looks around the single bathroom before finding you against the wall. Your nose was beat red, your eyes pink and blood vessels broken beneath them. Yoongi goes wide eyed, locking the door behind him before putting his hands on either side of your face.

"What happened?!" He asks concerned before leaning in and kissing your forehead. You hug him as tightly as you can, although because of your belly there was difficulty.

"Nothing...I just...Felt sick." Yoongi pulls back, knowing full well you don't really mean that. You look down at the ground before clearing your throat.

"Can you get my purse, so I can fix my makeup?"

"You sure you're alright? Gun is okay? You're okay?" You nod to him, "We're fine." He hums wearily looking down at you. You push his shoulder giving him a small giggle.

"I'm fine!" He clicks his teeth before leaving, not pressing the matter.

You converse with Yuna excitedly, your hands flailing with hers trying to forget your earlier breakdown. Yoongi is sitting next to Jimin sipping his whisky watching you with concerned eyes.

"Something's off." He mumbles to Jimin who in turn nods his head.

"You're right, Y/N is acting very unnatural." Yoongi hums before slinging back the rest of his alcohol.

"I think I made Y/N upset earlier." Jeongguk mumbles sadly, putting his head on Jimin's shoulder as he sits down.

"What'd you say?" Yoongi asks, sitting up and narrowing his eyes at the youngest member of his group.

"That she looked big with Gun. That's all. But, she seemed really upset by it." Yoongi hums before closing his eyes.

"Jimin go tell Y/N she looks pretty." Jimin looks over at Yoongi confused.

"Why me?" He points to himself as Yoongi sighs. "Because she thinks you're the cutest little boy in the entire universe. She's probably feeling down on herself because her belly is so big." Jeongguk puts his hand to his forehead.

"Ah! How could I be so stupid! I'm sorry hyung!" Your husband sits up fixing his suit jacket before taking a sharp inhale through his teeth.

"Not your fault, Guk. Just... Never say that to Hayoung if she gets pregnant. You have to be sweeter. Y/N's belly is big but you have to finesse that talk, y'know?" Jeongguk and Jimin sit up straighter at this sudden lesson.

"Finesse?" Jimin asks tilting his head. Yoongi nods before putting his hand under his chin.

"Yeah, finesse. Women's pregnancy hormones are crazy. One minute they could be crying, then laughing and then out of nowhere they'll hit you really hard because you 'knocked them up'." Yoongi makes air quotes referring to just what happened just last week.

Jeongguk opens his mouth nodding, "It's more so, 'Your belly is big but you're still the most gorgeous woman in the world to me. You're even more beautiful because you're carrying my child. I'm so lucky to have a woman who carries my child so well.' That's what you should be saying. Y'know?"

"Oooooohhhhh hyung!" The two younger boys jeer in tandem impressed with the wisdom of their older brother. Yoongi smirks before looking back over at you.

"She is the most beautiful woman in the world..." He mumbles before finding himself giving a gummy smile at your appearance. Yoongi nods his head to his wife.

"Jimin go tell her." Jimin hums in agreement before jumping up with a big smile.

The automatic hallway lights come on as you both step into the apartment, Yoongi takes off his shoes before bending down in front of you.

"Lemme take my baby girl's shoes off." He says looking up at you with a smirk. You smile at him as you place your hand on his shoulder for balance.

"You didn't really have fun tonight, did you?" He asks, his voice reverberating throughout the quiet apartment. You tilt your head as you step onto the heated floor.

"I did. Why wouldn't I have had fun?" Yoongi knows you're lying but for your sake he wouldn't call you out for it.

"I just want you to be happy, babe." He calls to you as you walk past him.

"I know!" He sighs closing his eyes before standing up.

Yoongi steps behind you as you look in the mirror, your hand pushing your hair onto your shoulder as he grabs the back zipper of your dress. His lips lazily bending down kissing the back of your neck softly.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbles into you, the heat of his breath has you smiling as he slowly unzips the dress.

"I'm fat." His eyes look up connecting to yours as you stare at each other in the mirror.

"Never." He pulls the dress off of your body and you can't begin to describe how lovely the feeling is of being freed from the fabric. Yoongi's hands pushing up underneath your arms to rub at your large belly.

"Such a gorgeous woman I have all to myself." His lips kissing over your neck and shoulder all the while keeping eye contact with you through the mirror. It was incredibly sensual, the feeling of his pink lips dancing over your skin. His warm hands rubbing large circles over your belly. Your head lazily lulls back against his shoulder as he closes his eyes.

"I love you." His words were earnest and true.

"I love you too." He hums in agreement before trailing his hands up higher.

"Yoongi, we shouldn't." You whisper as he cups your clothed breasts.

"Why not?" He asks quietly rubbing at your milk filled breasts.

"Because...I'm so huge." You hadn't had sexual contact in a few months which Yoongi didn't mind he wasn't a sex fiend but he did miss your body and even though you may find yourself uncomfortable with your belly he thought it just added to your sexiness.

"I like it." He whispers reaching behind your back and unhooking your bra with two fingers. You whimper out as the cool air begins to harden your puffy nipples.

"Fuck." Yoongi curses watching your body in the mirror. You pick your head off of him as milk droplets begin to fall from your nipples wetting your belly skin.

"You're the most gorgeous woman in the entire world. I fucking love you so much." His hands reaching back up to palm your breasts. His groin pressing into you, through his suit pants you could feel how hard his cock was for you.

"You really think so?" You whisper as he begins to roll your sensitive areolas gently between his fingertips.

"Absolutely." This is what you meant earlier, he makes you feel like a goddess. Just the most beautiful person on the planet.

"Look at how well you carry my boy. How willing you are to mother him so well. Fucking turns me on." He mumbles grabbing your hand and placing it on his erection. You palm at his pants behind you and a small groan leaves his lips. You could feel yourself becoming wet for Yoongi. Your red panties beginning to darken with arousal.

"Such a good girl, too." Yoongi's fingers trailing over your large belly before finding the delicious mound of flesh he loves so dearly.

"So wet for me." His fingers spread your pussy lips through the fabric before rubbing at your swelling clit. Gentle moans coaxed from your throat as you moan his name breathlessly.

"Good girl." He whispers before suckling at the skin of your neck.

"Look at how wet you get for me." He points at the mirror and you watch with lust hooded eyes as he pulls down your panties. His lips kissing down your back as he bends down. You step out of your panties only to have him spread your legs as he kneels behind you. His fingers prodding open your lips to show your arousal on your pussy and thighs as it gleams in the bedroom lighting.

"So beautiful." He murmurs before standing back up, but not before licking the wetness off of your thighs which has you panting in wanting.

"Lay on the bed, baby." He tells you as he begins to undo his white dress shirt. You do as told before looking up at the mirror on the ceiling. Yoongi's love for mirrors began after you got together, he loves seeing you from every angle. He looks up at the ceiling as he takes off his dress shirt strewning it on the floor.

"Rub your belly for me." He tells you as he unbuckles his belt. You do as told, feeling the heavy weight of his child in your belly as you rub comforting circles.

"Good girl." He groans watching you, your legs spread wide for him as your fingers dance over the swollen skin.

His pants are off within seconds, his body scrambling to perch himself on the bed as he kneels between your legs. His milky white skin calling out to you as you bite your bottom lip running your hands over his chest and arms.

"You're so sexy." You whimper out for him as he bends down.

"Yoongi." Your voice is breathless and caught in your throat as he licks a flat stripe on your swollen pussy.

"Oh fuck!" His arms curling around your open thighs as he begins to eat you out. His skilled tongue lapping at your clit has your back bowing off of the bed. Your hands grabbing fistfuls of his silver hair as he begins to suckle sweetly on your swollen nub.

"Oh Yoongi! Fuck!" He moans at your sweet taste and you can't help but look up at the mirror watching how attractive he looks perched between your thighs.

"Tastes so fucking sweet for me." His voice ends with a growl that has you grinding your pussy against his face. Yoongi's hand leaves one of your thighs to toy with your sodden entrance. Your arousal soaking the sheets as he enters a finger into you. He lifts his head to watch his finger disappear inside of you.

"This pregnant pussy is so fucking tight and wet. Who makes you this wet, baby?" His finger curling up inside you making you sob out his name.

"You do! Fuck! You make me so wet for you." Yoongi bites his bottom lip before entering another finger. Your moans growing louder as you begin to rub at your belly.

"Fuck!" Yoongi curses at the gorgeous sight in front of him.

"Your little cunt is so tight, fuck." He mumbles before attaching his lips back to your clit. You could feel your orgasm oncoming as you put your head back, your eyes screwing shut. Yoongi adds a third finger before scissoring them inside of you. Your pussy was so tight he would need to stretch you for his cock.

"Good little girl you are not touching yourself for so long. Patiently waiting for my big cock." You whimper out as he begins to flick his tongue quickly, his fingers curling upwards faster brushing against the rough patch inside of you.

"Fuck! Right there!" Yoongi moans against you feeling your pussy muscles beginning to quiver.

"Cum on my fingers, baby. Show me how much you want my cock inside you." You fall over the edge moaning his name loudly as you tug at his hair. He hums in agreement as you sob loudly at the pleasure, your vision going white as you moan his name.

"That's my good girl." He mumbles before pulling away. His hand wiping at his soaked face before smirking up at you as you come down from your high.

"Gorgeous." He sits back up on his knees and you sit up gingerly with his help only to raise up on your own knees.

"Baby, you don't have to, tonight is for you." Yoongi tells you, knowing what you have in mind.

"I want to." You tell him before taking his hard cock in your hand. A small groan emits from him as he feels the warm of your hand. The head of his cock weeping with precum as you bend down.

"Hold on, hold on." He tells you quickly, his hand stilling yours. You look at him confused as he pulls away from you.

"You won't be comfy like this. Your belly is too big. Here." He stands up in front of the long mirror before pulling your legs out from underneath you, they dangle over the bed's edge. Yoongi caresses your cheek with his thumb before looking in the mirror.

"Go on." He whispers watching you grip at his cock. His hips unintentionally thrusting as he watches you with lust filled eyes. Your tongue swirls a circle around his red head, gathering precum on your tongue before dipping down his length.

"Oh Christ!" He moans quietly grabbing at your hair as he opens his mouth slightly watching you in the mirror. Now this was a sight to see. Your big belly on display as you fuck his cock into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you bob your head up and down on him.

"Oh fuck! Just like that." The grip of your hair makes you moan as Yoongi whimpers out your name. It's been a while since Yoongi has had any sexual relief and he knew his orgasm was coming on quickly. Just watching you do this sexual act in the mirror has his thighs shaking with pleasure. His hand reaches out rolling your dark nipples in between his fingers watching as milk expresses itself on to his legs.

"Oh my God." Yoongi mumbles, his eyes closing tightly as you begin to swallow his length, whatever couldn't fit in your mouth you were stroking.

"You suck my cock so good. Fuck, you have such a pretty little mouth." He mumbles, gripping your hair tightly as his balls tighten. You moan against him at the feeling which has his cock throbbing in excitement.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum! Oh babe!" Yoongi moans loudly as his cock ceases throbbing only to shoot cum down your throat. His low moans have you wet for him once more as he lets your hair go, his hips thrusting gently trying to ride out his pleasure. With a small moan, he pulls out of your mouth watching you swallow him like the good little girl you are.

Yoongi pushes your shoulders back onto the bed before pointing up to the headboard.

"Get going." He mumbles as you sit up to crawl up the bed.

"Mmm fuck." He mumbles before slapping your ass cheek. You moan at the sting looking back at him making him chuckle.

"You like that?" He slaps your ass again, his red hand print etched onto your skin as you bury your face in a pillow moaning loudly.

"You love it." He whispers spreading your pussy lips watching your arousal seep out. "Fuck, you're horny." He mumbles to himself before kneeling on the bed.

"Let me see my belly." He tells you as you lay down on your back. He smiles widely as he watches his son move within you. He hums in agreement before bending down and kissing your belly. You smile at him as he looks up at you before wrinkling his nose.

"I love you." He tells you sweetly, "I love you too."

Yoongi begins to stroke his cock back to full erection, his eyes dancing over your body as he bites his bottom lip. He taps the head of his cock against your clit making you whimper as you palm your heavy breasts in your hands.

"Fuck, you're so pretty." He mumbles before licking his lips. The underside of his cock parting your pussy lips coating him in your wetness.

"Christ, your fucking soaked." You moan his name gently feeling the bulbous head of his cock lifting back the hood of your clit as he rubs himself against you.

"Yoongi!" He hums to you before aligning himself to your entrance.

"My pregnant little goddess dying for some cock?" He asks rhetorically before slowly entering you. His mouth opening only to give a groan at your tightness.

"Oh my fucking God, you're so tight baby. Jesus." You moan loudly grabbing at the sheets beside you as his cock fills you completely. The head of his cock pressing against your softened cervix.

"Oh fuck!" Yoongi's head falls forward as he relishes in the heat of your cunt. His eyes squeezing shut as he pulls out of you slowly only to slam back into you with all of his strength.

"Fucking tight little cunt, all for me." He mumbles before beginning to piston himself within you. Loud moans resounding throughout the room as he fucks you quickly. His hands rubbing at your belly as he moans your name. Your legs wrap around his waist, angling your hips upward demanding all of his cock within you.

"Fuck! Yes! Right there!" "So fucking heavy with my baby and you're dying for my big cock! You're so good to me! Letting me fuck you with my son inside you." The sound of your sodden pussy resounds throughout the room as you watch him fuck you through the mirror above you. The way his back and ass muscles contort to please you makes your eyes roll back as he grips at your hips.

"Such a pretty little cum slut I have underneath me. Dying for more of my cum when she has my baby." You moan his name loudly as he begins to roll his hips, his cock brushing against every nook and cranny within you. His head bends down briefly to spit on your pussy before rubbing at your clit.

"Yoongs!" He groans in agreement as he jackhammers himself within you, your thighs beginning to feel boneless as your knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets. You could feel your second orgasm incoming as your head begins to fog with pleasure.

"Fuck your pussy is trying to milk my cock. Cum on my cock baby. Fuck, yes." Yoongi's mouth going dry as you tighten around him. Your pussy throbbing around his member as he reaches forward pinching at your nipple. You moan loudly at the feeling before orgasming. Your cum spraying on to his stomach as your back bows off the bed.

"Oh fuck! You're such a good little girl!" You whimper loudly as your ears ring from the pleasure. Yoongi stills within you, giving short strokes before pulling out completely. You whimper at the loss before picking your head up. He bends down kissing you gently before standing.

"Stand up." He tells you before shoving the grey cushioned bench at the end of the bed in front of the tall mirror on the wall.

"What?" You ask blinking rapidly trying to come down from your high.

"Stand up for me, baby." He holds his hand out before smiling at you sweetly, his free hand stroking at his cock as you stand up for him.

"Leg up." He tells you patting the bench and you do as told. "Good girl."

He praises you before stepping behind you. His lips finding the crook of your neck as he enters you from behind. You both moan gently as he begins to thrust into you slowly. His eyes watching your body through the mirror as he rubs at your belly.

"Fuck, look how gorgeous you are. This nice big belly so heavy with my boy. Tits all milky for me. Makes me want to fuck another baby into you right away." You moan putting your head back on his shoulder as he rubs at your belly. His hand snaking down and rubbing at your overly sensitive clit making you whine.

"It hurts!" You whimper as he begins to fuck you rougher.

"You can take it, baby." His teeth nipping at your throat as he holds your belly firm as he fucks you with all of his strength. He ogles how your breasts jiggle with each thrust, how delicate his hands look on your engorged stomach and Yoongi finds his pleasure coming to its peak.

"Sexy little pregnant minx, loving my big cock fucking her so good." Your hand wraps around the back of his neck as he watches his cock disappear within you through the mirror.

"Dying for a fat load of cum, aren't you babe?"

"Yes! I want you to cum so deep in my pregnant pussy! I love when you fuck me full of your cum!" Yoongi's eyebrows furrow at your words as his balls begin to tighten.

"Oh fuck! I'm so close!" The circles on your clit become faster as he moans your name in your ear before sucking on your earlobe. You feel yourself going for your third orgasm of the night as Yoongi rubs quickly at your belly.

"Fucking gorgeous belly. So nice and round for me, so fucking pretty." His cock begins to throb within you and he angles your body forward letting the head of his thick cock brush your g-spot.

"Yoongs! Fuck!" You moan loudly before cumming without warnings. A small gasp emits from your husband as he whimpers your name.

"Fuck! I'm cumming! This pussy feels so good! Shit, baby!" Yoongi moans lowly pressing his forehead to the back of your neck as he orgasms. His cock giving short thrusts inside you as you moan at the feeling of his warm cum. His lips kissing at your skin as he breathes deeply. He snakes his arms around you holding you close to his body as he rubs at your belly.

"I love you." You smirk exhausted, "I love you too." Yoongi chuckles as his son moves within you.

"Yah. Min Gun, it's sleep time." You giggle putting your head back against him as he lifts his head only to press his lips against your cheek.

You throw your freshly showered hair over the pillow as you lay down on your back, Yoongi throws himself down on the bed before kissing your belly.

"Always remember that you're the most gorgeous woman in the world, hmm?" He mumbles into the skin of your belly before looking up at you. You smile running your fingers through his wet hair.

"It's just hard to believe sometimes." You whisper to him as he sucks a breath in through his teeth.

"Then I'll just have to remind you every day how beautiful my wife is and how special you are." Yoongi whispers before grabbing his pillow and laying next to your belly. His hand snaking around the engorged bump before pressing his forehead to your skin and closing his eyes to sleep.

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think of it as like an au or something, but I'm just curious to see how president thom would react to seeing someone forcing themselves on mc at like a state dinner if they're not together, i feel like he'd try to stand up for her but also it'd be kinda sus of the president standing up for some press figure who's been talking shit abt him

i love this concept omg. i got an ask similar to this a while back, so i’ve been sitting on a lot of ideas for it. tbh thomas would hardly be able to restrain himself from fucking throttling whoever’s harassing mc, but he isn’t gonna refrain from stepping in. anyway, his standing up for her then makes the media hail him as a feminist icon for like the next 3 weeks

this broke my heart to write tho lowkey </3

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"You're… you're Y/N L/N, aren't you? With the Washington Post?"

Y/N had been sour all night. Her feet were cramping in her heels, the tag on her dress was starting to itch, and worst of all, her editor had forced her to take the invite Alex had extended her to the state dinner. She’d had no plans of interacting with the Jefferson administration — in fact, her plan had been to stay as far from them as possible so that she could focus on work, but she mentioned the state dinner offhandedly to a coworker, another had overheard, and the next thing she knew, her boss had found out.

Moreover, she was fairly certain that Thom– no, President Jefferson had only invited Alex to antagonize him, so it was no wonder he didn’t want to go. However, when he gave her the invite, she protested that, since it wasn’t addressed to her, she couldn’t go, and she certainly couldn’t go without him, but both Alex and her editor had insisted it’d be fine. There would be enough people present that she’d slip under the radar, so what was the harm?

And slip under the radar she did. As Vice President and Second Lady, James and Dolley were unattainable company for the evening; they were busy with the heads of PACs, with senators, with members of the State Department. The latter group included Lafayette — he’d been promoted not long after President Jefferson took office, which ruled him, too, out of her options for who she could hang out with. He was off wooing foreign diplomats.

So, there she was, standing alone at the side of the room with her expensive champagne (there was an open bar, thank god) and the small-but-growing pile of business cards she’d collected throughout the night.

At least, she was alone until the anonymous man in question approached her. She turned to him with her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m Y/N,” she said, surprised that she’d been recognized. “I’m not with the Post, anymore, though.”

“Of course. My mistake,” he apologized, and when he extended to her a hand to shake, she stuffed her newly-acquired business cards back into her purse “I’m Richard Lestrade. I work in the Department of Defense.”

“Nice to meet you.” She had little interest in chatting with him, but she politely shook his hand. “What can I do for you?”

He laughed softly, but it made Y/N raise an eyebrow. “I don’t have some kind of agenda. I just recognized you from your time as a news analyst and thought I’d come introduce myself.”

“Of course.”

She only responded so as to placate him, and she thought that how curt her reply was would deter him from trying to strike up a conversation. She met his eyes with an expectant eyebrow raised as she took another sip from her champagne.

“So how’d you get an invite here tonight?” he asked after a moment. “I mean, I was invited because I work for him, working on naval strategy and all, so it’s just a perk of the job, but I’m surprised to see you. With how much you’ve done to keep President Jefferson from being elected, I wouldn’t think you’d end up on the guest list for state dinners.”

She shrugged. “Alexander Hamilton invited me, actually.”

“Secretary Hamilton was invited? Really?” At that, the disbelief in Richard’s expression was almost patronizing. “Wow, I didn’t hear that he and President Jefferson had buried the hatchet. I always thought they were rivals, or even enemies.”

“Oh, make no mistake, they hate each other,” she said coolly.

“So why would Secretary Hamilton be invited?”

“So Jefferson could rub it in his face that he won the election.” She shrugged, turning back to face the room before them, but Richard seemed surprised.

“No, no, he wouldn’t be that petty,” he scoffed, but his tone was condescending, as though her theory had absolutely no foundation. “He’s the president. I think he has higher priorities than antagonizing someone who’s old news.”

Y/N resisted rolling her eyes at his calling Alex ‘old news,’ as though Richard was somehow a higher calibre of invitee to the state dinner. “You underestimate how catty politicians are. Jefferson included.”

“President Jefferson,” he corrected her, and she gave him a sidelong glance, eyeing him warily.

“Sure.”

“But anyway, I suppose I’m glad President Jefferson invited Hamilton, if it means you’re here, too.” Richard raised his glass to her as though in tribute, and she was sure the smile she offered him came off as more of a grimace. She had little appreciation for his heavy-handed advance.

“That’s nice of you to say,” she replied mildly before draining the remainder of her glass. She turned to him with a nonchalant, nearly-blank expression. “And as great as it’s been to meet you, I think I have to run. I’m heading out soon and need to say a few goodbyes.” Truthfully, she had no intention of leaving. Her editor would have her head if he found out she cut bait so early in the night, and if she fled before Jefferson addressed the entire room, she wouldn’t be able to provide her boss with the synopsis of the presidential address. She only wanted to leave that conversation.

“You’re leaving so early? Why’s that?”

She shrugged. “I suppose the Jefferson Administration isn’t really my scene. I’ll see you around, Mr. Lestrade.”

“Please, it’s Richard,” he corrected her. “But you should stay longer. If you leave now, you’ll miss President Jefferson’s address.”

What was it with this guy and using Jefferson’s full title? “Please, consider for a moment that missing it may be entirely the point,” she said dryly, and Richard gave a light laugh.

“Oh, please. I’m sure that even a democrat like you can appreciate a good speech.” ‘Even a democrat like her’? What was that supposed to mean? “As a journalist, this should be right up your alley.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to find the transcript online in a few hours. I’ll survive.”

“It’ll have a much greater impact in person,” he countered, and she sighed. “So, please, stay. Can I get you a drink? What are you drinking?”

“Thanks, but I’m okay,” she said. As though she was about to let a man she’d met only minutes before handle her drink. That would be a recipe for disaster. “I really should get going.”

“No, wait,” he protested, and when she began walking away from him anyway, he caught her by the arm, pulled her back. She turned back to him with an expectant expression, trying to quell the anger building in her chest. “You can’t leave yet; dinner hasn’t even been served.”

“I can fend for myself on that front,” she assured him, and although her teeth were clenched, she plastered on a smile. “So if you’d kindly let go of my arm, I’m going to be on my way.”

“I was hoping to get to know you, actually.” He released her, but her immediately marching off toward the center of the room caught him off guard. “No, wait!” She stifled a groan when she heard him hurrying after her, and as he came to a stop in front of her, blocking her path, she narrowed her eyes. “Come on, Y/N. Come sit down with me and some of my friends; it’ll be a nice time, okay? I’m a nice guy.” He wore a hopeful smile, apparently convinced of his words as she folded her arms.

“I’m sure you are, but I need to get back to my table to retrieve my coat,” she said apologetically. Her anger didn’t show on her face, thankfully. “So I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Oh, sure you can; you’re just being stubborn,” he insisted. He took a step forward toward Y/N, and she took a step back. “Now, I know we’re from opposite parties, and all, but I’ve been a fan of your reporting for a long time, and I’d really appreciate it if you just came and sat down with us for a few minutes. You and I have a lot in common. I have a feeling we’d hit it off.”

The coy smile he wore made her want to grimace, and when he added a wink, she did grimace, visibly. “This is nice and all, but I’m not really interested.”

“Sure, because you don’t know me yet,” Richard countered, and he took another step toward her, grabbing her by the elbow as he came to stand next to her. Y/N could feel her heart pounding as he forcibly turned her, pointed out his table. “Let’s go. We’re sitting right over there.”

“No, really, I’d rather not,” she repeated, and as she tried to pull her arm away from his grip, he pulled her toward him with an arm around her waist — it was then she realized she couldn’t do nearly anything about it without making a scene. And given her history, a scene was the last thing she wanted. “Please let go of me.”

“You don’t have to stay long; I’m not asking much.” It was then that he began leading her toward the table, and as she stumbled alongside him, panic was rising in her chest. She was looking around for some way out, some familiar face — Dolley, Lafayette, someone — but nobody appeared. “Just have a seat. Let me get you a drink.”

And there he was, repeating his offer. No matter who it was, the insistence on drinking with her would make her wary, but this man already had worry building in her throat, so the feeling only compounded with his words. “I don’t want to come with you. Get your hands off of me.” He didn’t stop, though, and she finally had to dig in her heels, trying to pull back from him. She knew he was stronger than her, but her resistance to him dragging her along certainly grabbed his attention. Richard frowned.

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a–”

“‘M fairly sure I heard her tellin’ you to let go of her.” The voice was stern, and it made both her and Richard freeze, and for entirely different reasons. Y/N would’ve been able to recognize it anywhere, the southern drawl, the lazy enunciation, and her pulse was then spiking for an entirely different reason. Richard turned immediately toward the sound, releasing her, but Y/N stayed put.

“Mr. President,” Richard said breathlessly, his eyes wide. “It’s an honor to meet you; I–”

“What’s your name?”

“Richard Lestrade, sir.” He sounded excited to have courted Jefferson’s attention, apparently oblivious to the undertone of anger in his voice. Y/N recognized it clearly, though, too clearly, and it made her sick to her stomach. She resented the familiarity.

“D’you work here, Mr. Lestrade?”

“I work for the Department of Defense, sir. I’m a naval strategist. Graduated top of my class from the US Naval Academy; I actually helped plan the–”

“I don’t remember askin’ for your resume.” Then, the annoyance Jefferson exuded was clear, unmistakable in his snarky interjection. Y/N had to purse her lips to keep herself from laughing, especially as she glanced over at Richard and found him pale as a ghost.

“Of course not, sir. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologizin’ to, now,” Jefferson said frankly, and Y/N didn’t see him watching her until she reluctantly turned, glancing between him and Lestrade. “Ms. Y/N L/N, correct?” he asked, and she nearly winced.

“Yes, that’s me.” Her strained smile was fooling nobody, but when he saw it, Jefferson’s composure didn’t waver.

“Did I hear you tellin’ Mr. Lestrade not to touch you?”

When he addressed her, she forced herself to shake her nerves, he jumbled emotions, off for the time being, and she pushed her shoulders back, presenting a front of confidence.

“You did, as a matter of fact.” She looked up tentatively to meet his eyes — and she immediately wished she hadn’t. While his expression exuded nonchalance, his casual authority over the situation, she knew him well enough to recognize the concern in his eyes: his forehead was creased almost imperceptibly, one eyebrow was quirked up, and one corner of his mouth twitched down. Her jaw tensed as she swallowed her heartache.

She was grateful that he then turned back to Richard. “Care to explain yourself, Mr. Lestrade?”

The interaction had stirred a bit of a crowd around them by then; the others in their immediate vicinity had ended their conversations at once upon hearing the confrontation, but the hush seemed to be spreading further across the room, and Richard was glancing left and right as he gaped at Jefferson. “Oh, no, it was just a misunderstanding. Look–”

“I’m not sure it was,” Jefferson cut him off, and his tone was biting. “Forgive me if this is too presumptuous, but I don’t think there’s anything unclear about a woman tellin’ you to take your hands off of her.”

“We were just chatting.”

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” Jefferson said, folding his arms. “From where I was standin’, it seemed like you grabbed a woman against her will, and you refused to let go. ‘S that accurate, Ms. L/N?”

She wished desperately that he’d stop addressing her. Her throat went dry as he all but admitted he’d been watching her, and she could only nod, unable to find her voice. Thankfully, he took that as enough of an answer.

“I never meant to hurt Y/N, sir. Honestly, I’m so sorry if I did–” Richard turned to Y/N. “I’m so sorry if I hurt you, but my intention wasn’t–”

“You blatantly ignored me telling you to stop,” she said. His speaking to Y/N once again made her blood boil, and she couldn’t help but snap at him, despite how lightly she felt herself to be treading in present company. “Don’t pretend like this was some unfortunate accident.”

Lestrade went from gaping at Jefferson to gaping at her, then. “I… I’m sorry, again, but come on, you know I was just trying to be friendly,” he defended, and she rolled her eyes, getting tired of his excuse. The edge of aggression in his tone made her take a wary step away from him, though. “I invited you to–”

“You said you work for the Department of Defense, correct?” Jefferson cut him off, diverting his attention from Y/N, and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, silently thanking him for bailing her out.

“Yes, sir.” Lestrade offered a weak smile, but his fear was obvious in how he was holding himself. Jefferson regarded him with an air of disgust, looking him up and down.

“Well, you don’t anymore.” Y/N’s eyes widened at the declaration, but President Jefferson paid her no mind. “ I’ll be in touch with your supervisor to have you dismissed.”

“What?” Lestrade asked, “but, sir, that’s my job. I need to–”

“Not anymore, it isn’t.” President Jefferson’s words were firm. “Now, please, I’d like to ask you to leave now so it isn’t necessary for me to have you shown out with a security detail.”

Lestrade froze, and for a moment, Y/N expected him to protest, but when he saw all the people around them watching him, anticipating his next move, he turned on his heel, flushing bright red, and started toward the exit. Y/N and Jefferson were both scowling as they watched him leave.

However, it wasn’t long before Jefferson turned to Y/N, although she hadn’t turned back to face him.

“Are you alright, Ms. L/N?” he asked mildly, and she was sure her surprise pertaining to the whole situation was written across her face when she met his gaze. She nodded hesitantly. “I’d appreciate hearin’ you say it.”

“I’m just fine,” she assured him, voice shaky, and his tense shoulders relaxed, although he didn’t look fully convinced. “But thanks for your concern, really, Thom– sorry, Secretary– I mean, President Jefferson.”

She saw the corners of his lips twitch up when she almost called him Thomas.

"Of course. Let me know if there's anything I can do." His words were wary, careful not to cross any lines or to impose upon her, but she smiled.

"I think that firing Mr. Lestrade on sight was quite enough," she said, and when a grin split Thomas’s– President Jefferson's worried expression, her stomach turned; her smile was strained. Everything about him felt too familiar, painfully familiar.

"Fair enough,” he acquiesced. At how ill-at-ease she appeared, though, his smile wavered. “Hope I didn't go overboard."

She shrugged. "He deserved it."

Thomas Jefferson laughed, and the sound was as warm as she remembered it being. She hadn’t heard it in person in nearly three years, and for her to have come across him so suddenly, it was jarring. She was quite sure she was going to be sick.

“I s’pose you’re right.” By then, those around them had begun to disperse, so after glancing left and right, he took a step closer to her, furrowed his brow, and every muscle in her body tensed. Yet, she didn’t move away. His voice was soft, gentle when he asked. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, swallowing hard. “Don’t you have some politicians to get back to?”

He pursed his lips, and she was sure the tense grief in her expression wasn’t hidden as well as she’d have liked it to be. “I guess so,” he finally said, but he didn’t move, looking her over, and his voice was quiet when he said, “‘S good to see you, though. You look good.”

“Yeah, you too,” was all she could manage in response. He gave her a sad smile, nodded, and the silence between them stretched on Just as she thought he was about to turn, head back to where he’d been previously, he stopped himself.

“Will I see you around?”

The hope in his voice made her throat tighten, and she took a deep, shaky breath. She shook her head, and her voice nearly broke when she answered, “I don’t think you will.”

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whumpmatsus · 3 years

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aaaa are you still taking the sickfic requests?? maybe "don't speak" with choro as the sickie pls?

SickFic Prompts / ACCEPTING!

Don’t Speak - (character) has a horribly sore throat and is reduced to barely talking while they load up on hot drinks and soup to recover.

yesssss always!!! I had so much fun with this, it hit me right in the Honey Nut Feelios and I hope it does the same for u, sunshine 😩

After still feeling like total crap for several days while his brothers were almost completely recovered from the cold they’d all caught, Choromatsu finally breaks down and goes to the doctor.

He doesn’t really want to. Being sick is something they all hate, and continuing to suffer after everyone else felt better is just astronomically unfair. Sometimes he thinks he can will himself back to health if only he sleeps and takes medicine and does everything a sick person is supposed to do.

The others prod at him to get checked out, though, considering the fact that lately every time he’s tried to speak, it’s set off a cough and is painful even to those just listening.

When he comes back home with a pharmacy bag and an informational sheet proclaiming that he’s been diagnosed with laryngitis, it explains a lot.

He has little choice but to hand the sheet over to Osomatsu as Karamatsu comes over to help remove his scarf and coat and walk him over to the kotatsu. The eldest of them doesn’t necessarily know best all the time, but usually when one of them is sick or hurt with more than a cold or a tiny scrape, Osomatsu often slides into big brother mode and shows a surprising amount of maturity.

For once, Choromatsu is actually glad his oldest brother is taking charge of the situation.

“Okaaaay, guys,” he calls as Choromatsu settles in at the table. “So this thing says Choromatsu has… acute laryngitis. The doctor thinks it’s because he had a cold, I guess, since it says ‘viral cause’. Huh.”

Everyone else is already seated around the kotatsu since it’s the middle of winter and freezing. Jyushimatsu’s arm shoots up right away. “Oh! What’s laryngitis? That’s a funny word. Are we gonna get it too?”

Choromatsu opens his mouth to try and explain, like usual. Instead, he manages to get out a weak, “Probably not,” before he starts to cough.

“Hey,” Osomatsu pouts as Karamatsu pats the third eldest on the back, “this thing says you’re not supposed to talk if you can help it, Fappymatsu. So, y’know… shut up.”

What he gets in return for his efforts is an unimpressed glare.

Osomatsu grins, running a finger under his nose before looking back at the information sheet. “Well, I’m not wrong! Okay, so… the cold was contagious, but it says the actual laryngitis isn’t. It’s just some kind of throat thing that happened because of the cold. So it might happen for the rest of us, but I doubt it since we’re all feeling better already. Choromatsu just has bad luck, I guess.”

Karamatsu hums in thought and continues to rub his brother’s back. “Hmph, we’re probably safe then. Which means we just have to focus on taking care of our dear brother. How do we do that?”

Choromatsu holds the bag from the pharmacy up, allowing Ichimatsu to snatch it and dump the contents out on the table. He points toward the things he picked up at the doctor’s recommendation ― over-the-counter painkillers, lozenges, a throat spray, and cough syrup. There’s other stuff mixed in too, like tissues and a jar of yuzu-cha and a magazine. Though he could have lived without everyone seeing that, it’s not a huge deal.

Osomatsu waves the paper before picking through everything on the table. “Well, it says they don’t have any kind of prescription to give him. No antibiotics since it’s viral. Looks like it says the cough medicines and painkillers might help. ‘Home remedies may also provide temporary relief’… like tea and soup, huh? So we should probably try to keep the bastard hydrated with warm stuff.”

Karamatsu gets to his feet, grabbing the jar of yuzu-cha on his way. “In that case, why don’t I go mix up some of this for you right now? After being out in the cold air, your throat could probably use something warm. Want me to add a little honey?”

Choromatsu nods eagerly, mouthing, “Yes, please.”

Karamatsu’s face brightens at being useful, and he gives an exaggerated pose before heading into the kitchen. “What a good patient! Your big brother will be back with something soothing before you know it!”

“Hold on,” Totty comments as he scoots the lozenges, spray, and syrup toward him, “did you get all this stuff to take for your throat?”

His eyes scan over the labels, then roll back in his head when he’s finished. “Ah, Choromatsu-nii-san! You can’t take all of these at the same time. See, look. They all say ‘do not use with other medications containing’ ― uh ― well ― w-well, I can’t pronounce the word, but it’s the same one! They must all contain this ingredient, so you can’t take them all in the same day.”

Ichimatsu makes a gesture for Totty to hand them over, then nods after reading them. “Yeah, he’s right. If you take all these in the same day, even if you use each one like the directions say, you’ll be basically overdosing on this shit. Your mouth’ll go numb. Be drooling all over the place and maybe having trouble breathing.”

All the medicine is plucked from his hands by Osomatsu. “Okay, so we’ll rotate ‘em, and I’ll take care of giving it to you whenever you need medicine. Y’know, so that fever doesn’t fry your brain and make you forget which one you’re taking for the day. Which one do you wanna use today?”

Choromatsu lets out a soft groan which only serves to irritate his throat further. He could seriously just kick his own ass for not checking that before he bought all of those. The only excuse he has is that he’s in a lot of pain and not thinking like he normally does. He points to the spray, thinking maybe it’ll feel kind of like sour spray candy; once it gets sprayed on, it melts and lingers for a minute, which might be a nice quality in a medicine for sore throats.

“Alright, open up.” Osomatsu tears off the plastic packaging. “Totty, Ichimatsu, did either of you see how many times I’m supposed to spray this?”

“Two sprays every two hours as needed. But it’s only supposed to stay for fifteen seconds, then he has to spit it out. He’s not supposed to swallow it or it might give him a stomachache. Totty, you wanna go get an empty cup for him to spit in and a glass of water to wash the taste out of his mouth afterwards?”

“What?? Why can’t you do it? Your legs aren’t broken!”

“Yeah, but I’m busy.”

“Are you kidding me? Doing what?!”

Ichimatsu shuffles himself closer to Choromatsu and puts an arm around his big brother. “I’m his emotional support Ichimatsu.”

Choromatsu chuckles a bit, though it turns into coughing pretty quickly.

“Oh, my God. Now you know why you’re not first in my brother rankings, right?” Totty grumbles, but gets up anyway. “Fiiiiine, I’ll be right back.”

The idea of an emotional support anything is nice, though, so Choromatsu leans into the contact, resting his head on Ichimatsu’s shoulder. As it is, the fourth eldest is almost like a cat, warm and cuddly when he feels like it.

His fever must be getting to him, because he could even swear he hears Ichimatsu purring.

The next three days in the Matsuno household are, predictably, a little wild.

Although Choromatsu sleeps on the couch in the other room so that his coughing doesn’t wake his brothers, it’s pretty much all for naught. At least one of them ends up missing him in the night and coming to camp out with him anyway; he just counts his lucky stars that when he needs them most, they show themselves to be pretty great brothers.

He also practically lives on soup and tea. Mom and the others try to switch it up a little, because otherwise eating and drinking the same things every day would drive him nuts. Plain miso and zosui were fine for the first day, but after he could breathe through his nose and smell things again, they started offering him other stuff.

Honestly, shogayu and negi-miso-yu have never tasted so good. Now that he can taste the yuzu-cha, too, and Karamatsu prepares some for him at least once in the afternoon, it’s like a small slice of heaven. He’s pretty sure Karamatsu can tell how grateful he is even without words, if the stupidly proud look on his older brother’s face whenever Choromatsu drinks it is any indication.

His throat still hurts like hell for a while. It’s difficult to speak, so Osomatsu, in his infinite wisdom, has relegated his brother to using a mini dry erase board and marker if he needs to say anything. That doesn’t mean Choromatsu doesn’t try to talk. He does his best not to if he doesn’t absolutely need to, however, since he wants to be rid of this thing more than anyone.

Thankfully, everyone is apparently using this as an excuse to treat him nicely. He gets to sit in front of the TV watching Nyaa-chan concerts almost nonstop, while nestling in against his emotional support Ichimatsu. Karamatsu in particular keeps checking every twenty minutes or so to see if there’s anything he can get for his little brother, and whatever Choromatsu asks for, he gets. Hell, at one point he’s craving ice cream, even though milky things aren’t a good idea for someone who’s coughing, and Karamatsu comes back with a melon ice pop, which is almost as good.

Totty even manages to do something nice while typing away on his phone. He says he’s got Choromatsu a date. With a girl. Who likes pop idols. Who’s really excited to meet him as soon as he’s better. He says he texted her a picture of Choromatsu and she thinks he’s really cute. It’s perhaps a good thing that he can’t say much right now, because he’s sure he’d scream loud enough to lose his voice a second time.

Jyushimatsu even sits there on Choromatsu’s other side, and reads magazine articles to him whenever they’re not watching TV. Of course, he doesn’t read the dirty articles… well, he doesn’t read those out loud after the first time he tried and everybody ended up crying with laughter. They all joked that even when he was sick that would be Choromatsu’s main priority, and for once, he laughed along with them despite the fact that it made him cough.

The one who surprises him the most is Osomatsu. Maybe that shouldn’t actually be a surprise, though. He fills the role of diligent oldest brother with a lot more ease than one might expect; he breaks out the thermometer every few hours to make sure Choromatsu’s fever isn’t getting higher, he keeps track of which medicines Choromatsu is supposed to take and when, he helps Mom cook things that will help Choromatsu feel better, and if he’s not doing any of that other stuff, he’s positioned with Choromatsu sitting on his lap, with Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu on either side, running his fingers through his little brother’s hair. It almost feels like the way things were when they were all kids.

Choromatsu is easily tired out when he’s sick, and he’s 99.99999% sure that it’s Osomatsu who carries him to bed every night when he inevitably falls asleep.

Despite the fact that he gives them a lot of shit, and none of them are perfect people, he knows he’s got some pretty amazing brothers.

Today he’s feeling nearly back to his old self, and his throat is less sore than it’s been in over a week. He knows it’s partially thanks to rest and partially thanks to how well his family has been taking care of him. Despite that he’s starting to recover, the others are still treating him much the same as they have been. Tea whenever he wants it ― as well as Karamatsu shoving it in his direction, urging him to drink with that pathetic puppy dog face of his, even when he doesn’t quite want it ― and lots of head pats and the TV turned to whatever he’s in the mood for.

He’s not quite as tired as he’s been lately, so it would be all too effortless to just take advantage of all this. Instead, his thoughts have just kept turning to how grateful he is to have so many people he can count on.

There’s some small part of him that has to admit he can be just as bad as they all are sometimes. He can be selfish and rude and lazy. But when one of his brothers is sick or hurt, he knows he steps up to the plate to try and take care of them. To know that they’re all willing to do the same for him when he’s the one in need makes him happier than he thinks he’s been in a long time.

He’s still got the dumb little whiteboard Osomatsu gave him, because his voice isn’t back to normal just yet. For a moment, he scribbles on it, then he holds it up for Osomatsu who’s sitting behind him. “Hey, Oso,” he speaks up in a quiet, breathy, raspy voice.

“Uh…! Hey, dumbass, you’re not supposed to be talking yet,” Osomatsu laughs, then lifts his head to look at the board. “… Huh? Choromatsu… hey…”

He laughs in a way that makes it sound like he’s about to cry, then takes the board and waves it to get everyone else’s attention. “Hey, guys! Haha… look! Look at this shit!”

Four other pairs of eyes turn in their direction. Practically as soon as everyone has processed what Choromatsu has written, he’s buried in a pile of brothers. He gets arms put around him, and kisses on his forehead, and everyone nuzzling against his face. They’re all laughing in that same way Osomatsu did…

… Well, until they all start actually crying. Including Choromatsu himself.

The whiteboard falls to the ground, mostly forgotten, but the words written on it hanging over the sextuplets like a rainbow.

Thanks for everything. I love you guys. 💚

#Osomatsu san #whump #Choromatsu #Osomatsu #Karamatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Totty #illness #laryngitis #caretaking #UGHHHHH THEY'RE ALL SUCH GOOD BOYS DAMMIT #I'm crying into my tea I love them so much look at them aLL AGGRESSIVELY TAKING CARE OF ONE OF THEIR OWN

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cafedanslanuit · 3 years

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day two — fights

pairing: saeyoung x mc

words: 1.5k

“You’re being just like your father.”

“Well, at least I have one.”

Saeyoung and MC both stare at each other, the latter one with her mouth agape. She lowers her eyes to the ground and then quickly assesses the empty living room, still trying to process her lover’s words.

“The fuck did you say to me?” she spits.

“I’m saying that if your father had stuck around maybe you wouldn’t be so inclined to stay around like a lost puppy.”

“That’s fucking rich coming from you,” she laughes coldly. She walks to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of water, ignoring the sounds of footsteps right behind her.

“What? Because I’m right?,” Saeyoung counters. She takes a sip of her glass before responding.

“No, Saeyoung. If we’re going to talk about fucked up parents, then your mother takes the prize,” she hisses. MC doesn’t even register when Saeyoung snatches the glass of water away from her hand and puts it back on the table.

“At least I don’t latch onto the first person that is nice to me like you.”

The knot on her throat tightens, a sour taste on her mouth as she listens to his words. Her mind provides more and more ideas to hurt him back, yet the sole thought of hurting someone she loves so much leaves her heart in agony.

“Should have latched onto Zen, then. He wouldn’t be saying this shit to me,” she says, turning on her heel to face him. Saeyoung squints at her and she knows it was a low blow. But fuck it. He should have known before testing her.

Saeyoung’s face expression twitches and then he storms back to the living room. MC watches him start taping the opened boxes laying on the floor. The moving truck was coming tomorrow and the empty living room is a living proof of that. They were going to move with Saeran to a bigger and safer space than the underground bunker Saeyoung had been living in, and her heart had been filled with hope things were going to change. At least she hoped they did.

MC had noticed him starting to get away from her touch for the past couple of months, and had decided to let him be, knowing he was still trying to adapt to his new living situation with his brother and away from the agency. But every day, no matter what she did, his eyes became colder, his body always moving away from hers, to the point she found him sleeping at the living room once when he could have slept in the bed they shared as they used to do.

“What’s going on, Sae?”

He stays in silence, closing the box and ignoring her words.

“I just want Saeran to be happy. And you throwing money at the problem isn’t going to help him,” she explains, crouching down to the floor at his same level. “That’s why I said to stop being like your father, stop thinking money can fix something. He’s hurting, Sae. He needs to talk to someone, he needs professional help. And I understand you are afraid someone will get to him if he shares too much during his appointments. I understand, I do, but you need to let him get help. He needs it. And you sending more and more money to his account so he can buy himself stuff isn’t going to help him. Money can’t help Saeran.”

He doesn’t say a word, and even when he finishes closing down the boxes, he stays sitting on the floor, looking at them in a daze. MC sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder, but he quickly jerks his body away from her touch.

“Don’t talk like you know him.”

“But I know Saeran. I’ve helped him all this time, I’m the one who takes him to the doctor and I’m the one he listens to when he’s having a nightmare. I know Saeran as if he were my family.”

“But he’s not. You’re not a part of this family,” Saeyoung grunts before standing up and walking to the window. It’s closed, the sun almost setting and MC really hopes they can stop fighting before Saeran gets home.

“You told me I was,” she mutters, looking at him from her sitting position. Saeyoung huffs, a venomous smile drawing on his lips.

“I say a lot of shit, MC.”

She can’t no longer hold the tears from falling down her cheeks. Standing up, she walks to him, not caring anymore if she can see her cry. She’s avoided that at all costs, but now she can’t care anymore.

“Okay. I’m not family but…” she tries to reason. “We’re still us, right? We’re still… Saeyoung and MC. We’re going to get through this, we can--. I know you hate me right now, I do. But we still love each other despite all that. We do, we’re Saeyoung and MC, we--”

“No. We’re not anymore,” he sentences, turning his head and looking straight at her. The honey in his eyes turns into tar, and she feels like she can’t breathe anymore.

“But we--”

“Don’t you get it?” he asks, a tired sigh escaping from his lips. “I don’t even want to fucking kiss you anymore. Hadn’t you noticed how whenever you come close I just kiss your forehead?”

His words make her brain remember every instance Saeyoung pressed his lips against her head. MC remembers walking up to him while he’s cooking, her hands around his waist as she told him sweet nothings. She remembers him turning his head and kissing her forehead. The fond memory turns sour at his words, and she fights off the nausea as one, two, three, too many memories come back, now tainted with his harsh words.

“You’re an asshole,” she whispers, wiping the tears from her face. “You’re such an asshole and a bad person. Why would-- Why would you--” she sniffles, walking away from him. She stops midway in the middle of the living room and turns back at him. “You know what? Fuck you, Saeyoung. Fuck you, fuck you, I’m fucking tired of dealing with this, dealing with you. I know you went through shit and you didn’t deserve that, but guess what? I did too. Being abused is not a fucking excuse to be a piece of shit!” she screams. “All I’ve tried to do is help you and love you, and I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve the way you’re treating me, I don’t--” her voice falters and she braces herself, her whole body shaking with the force of her whimpers.

Saeyoung finally turns his head towards her, watching her break. He knows he should feel upset. A few months ago, the single threaten of a tear would make him lose his mind, running to hold her in his arms. But it had been long since he felt something switch up inside him, the immense love he had been developing towards his lover turning into dust the moment he opened his eyes one morning.

He didn’t know why. She was still the same caring and thoughtful MC that would look after him and his brother, pausing her own life projects to be there for both of them, never complaining or asking for anything in return, even in the times he had turned colder against her.

And he hated it.

Maybe because he thought he didn’t deserve that unconditional love. Maybe because he didn’t understand unconditional love. He wasn’t sure.

But he hated it.

“Then what are you doing here?”

MC looks up at him, raised eyebrows quickly furrowing at his words. She stops holding herself and takes a few steps towards him, her body trembling with rage-

“Saeran is the only fucking reason I’m staying--”

“Then fucking leave!” he yelled. “Go fix someone else’s mess. I bet you feel so good, don’t you?” he asked, a mocking smile on his lips. “All you’ve ever wanted was to fix people. Don’t you think I noticed we were just a fun little project for you? If you have the need to help people around you just so you stop looking at your own reflection in the mirror, then fucking do it. Go look for other people in need and latch yourself onto them, MC, do what you do best.”

MC stares blankly at him for a couple of seconds. There aren’t any new tears forming in her eyes, and somehow that makes it worse. Her shoulders have stopped shaking and now her arms are falling limply against her sides. She nods a couple of times and then walks to the door, grabbing one of her coats and then purse she left hanging there the night before.

One last time, she looks over at the person he thought was the love of her life, his face still empty of emotion and starts wondering when it all started falling apart.

“Good luck finding someone who can love all your rotten edges, Saeyoung,” she mutters.

He laughs coldly, not turning to see her leave.

“Same thing for you.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x mc #mm saeyoung #mysme saeyoung #saeyoung choi x mc #mysmeangstweek

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incorrectlumityquotes · 3 years

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FULL REVIEWS: “Lost In Language”

Lost in language and I don't know much. Was I thinking aloud and fell out of touch? But I'm back on my feet and eager to be what you wanted.

Seriously? Nothing? You guys have never heard Air Supply? I mean, they’re old AF but still. It’s a funny pun. Whatever.

Back in the day (like it was so long ago) I didn’t know what to expect from this episode. The only thing I caught from the description was library, but hoo boy, we got so much more!

I love the cold opens to this show. It always reminds me that Luz is a silly ass hyper fangirl who still wants life to play out like it does on TV.

“Learning about love and life through the eyes of a child.”

Spoken like a true person who have never done any actual babysitting. The Bat Queen gets her own soft intro for another episode, which I’m noticing more and more re-watching this show. She pays Eda to watch her baby in exchange for a butt-ton of money. Eda, in classic Eda fashion, would rather not split the cash with Luz and gives her an errand to run so she doesn’t have to do it.

I don’t know about you guys, but liked going to the library when I was a kid. It was the only way I could play computer games or go on the internet. Getting online is the easiest thing in the world today, but when I was a kid, it was a luxury my parents couldn’t afford. And dumb-dumb kid me didn’t know that you can borrow movies and comic for free at the library too. That’s how I saw Jaws for the first time.

The library at The Boiling Isles is almost exactly what I expected. Kinda like the Hogwarts library, but with a lot more teeth and eyes everywhere. Luz has a bunch of fun just messing around, until she stumbles upon the cutest goddamn thing ever!

Amity reading to kids at the public library in her free time. My god.

I’m with Luz here. Holy hell, I did not see that coming. I thought Amity was the rival character, the Draco Malfoy of the show, the reluctant ally, the jerk with the heart of gold DEEP in there somewhere. Instead she’s at the Kid’s Corner reading her favorite childhood classic to toddlers. I didn’t know there were angels in the demon realm.

Stop. Stop! You’re already cute.

Seriously this moment made me go “aw” and laugh at the same time. It was weird. Also how does this library have a manga section? Do they import these books from JAPAN in the HUMAN REALM? Is there a publishing company that acts as the middleman? Or are these just the books that the trash slugs ended up barfing on the beach somewhere? I’m thinking too hard about a throwaway joke in the background. Big brain hurt.

AND back to reality...

Luz tries to extend the hand of friendship to Amity and Amity rejects it. I have...thoughts.

First, they this up with another parallel to Azura in the beginning of the episode. I get it. It’s a theme that they are doing, but I would have rather have Luz try to befriend Amity because she wants to, not because Azura did it. It’s not the only reason she does it, but it does kinda bug me a bit. It kinda goes back to Luz wanting life to play out like a story.

Also, a part of me thinks that this is something Amity likes to do alone. Her way of getting away from everyone else and just do something that she enjoys and makes her feel good. We have no proof that it gives her extra credit, so she could just use that as a way to save face. She seemed so happy to do it too.

Finally, you know what this else this reminds me of? The Karate Kid and Cobra Kai. There’s a popular fan theory that has been around since the eighties that if you look at The Karate Kid from the rival’s perspective, the protagonist is the bully. I’m more than sure that’s what going on here. From Amity’s perspective, Luz just gets her into trouble. We’ll get more into that later.

Luz walks off dejected and we get the second big surprise to punch me in the face.

Holy hell, why the fuck are you two so goddamn fucking pretty? I mean, holy shit, look at these two. My god. And ERICA LINDBECK as Emira? Jesus Christ, I’m going to be feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling in places I can’t say!

Joking aside, we get one of our first full introductions that didn’t come with a soft intro from a previous episode. Enter Emira and Emira, Amity’s older siblings who in true sibling fashion like to give Amity a hard time.

“Hey, mittens!”

This seems normal at first. Siblings always rib each other. No big deal.

Amity storms off. The twins introduce themselves proper to Luz (and the audience) and they mess around for a bit.

In fact, they have so much fun messing around with Luz that they decide to invite her back afterhours to check out The Wailing Star. Luz thinks that this is a great way to get on Amity’s good side by befriending her siblings. Why she would think this I have no idea.

Meanwhile the B-plot continues its adventures in babysitting. I don’t like using the word filler (so I won’t) but this B-plot is really just for two things: setting up Escape of the Palisman and jokes. It does both. No harm, no foul.

Also the twins said for Luz to meet back at midnight and Luz was at The Owl House for like a hot second. There’s like a huge gap of time there. What did she do until midnight? Whatever. If it was important it would have been animated.

Also also, I love all of Luz’s little saying in this episode. She does it a lot but they cranked it up in this episode. Featuring great hits like:

“This sour lemon drop has a hidden sweet center.”

and

“I thought we were as cool as cucumbers but we’re as sour as pickles.”

and my favorite

“Call me a library book because they were checking me out.”

I hope they keep doing that.

Back at the literal Wailing Star (I laughed so hard), The twins and Luz discover that The Wailing Star brings the content of the books to life. Does that work for all books in The Boiling Isles or just the library? Enough. No more big brain. The three proceed to...mess around some more.

The twins discover offscreen (Really? Really.) that if you edit the contents of the book, you change what comes to life. Then the twins reveal their true objectives. Apparently, Amity has been tattling on the twins whenever they cut class or do whatever it is that they want. They’ve decided to look for her secret little hideaway (that they somehow know is in the library), find her diary and post all the pages all over school to teach her a lesson.

Um, fucking no.

And here we enter the true lesson of this episode and probably the reason why Hecate is draw with two faces. People being more than just what they appear to be at face value.

Amity appears to be the bully character of the show, and while she did bully Willow, Luz and King, there’s more to her than that. Amity is lonely. As a fellow person who grew up lonely, trust me. I can tell from a mile away. She puts pressure on herself to be the best at whatever she’s doing and to be the best. She hates that she follows the rules but people like her siblings seem to get rewarded for breaking the rules and doing whatever they want free of consequence. She sees the double standard that they live by and it angers her. But at the same time, everyone seems to give the twins a free pass so she can’t do anything about it.

Even worse, there’s no one for her to confide in. It wouldn’t make it better but it would make it easier for her to just vent and get the bullshit out of her brain. She doesn’t like her friends and the one friend she did like...that’s for another episode. Hence, the diary. Amity is a big ball of frustration and loneliness. I know because I grew up in a very similar way.

When you’re forced to keep your anger inside you, you lash out at any little thing that bothers you just to ease your frustrations. It doesn’t make it okay but it’s the only way to cope sometimes just to get by.

The twins on the other hand seem like everything you’d want in a friend. They’re fun; they like you; they’re attractive; they’re attentive. But in reality, they live in a world where they believe consequences and accountability don’t apply to them. And they’ll do anything to keep it that way. Even humiliate their sister.

Luz seems like a happy-go-lucky, friends to all things kinda person, but she can also be innocently insensitive. She just does things hoping they turn out the way they would for Azura without considering how the people around her would feel about it.

It doesn’t make any of these characters two-faced. We just are different things to different people.

Amity discovers what’s going down and Luz (being the empathic person that she is) decide to try to go talk to her.

Then I’m reminded that this is a horror-comedy.

My god, you’re ugly.

One climax later (don’t laugh), and Luz and Amity try to make amends with each other. They both have to think about how they’ve been treating the other, earning the title of bully or not. They’re not friends yet but this is...better.

FINAL SCORE: 5 - Loved it.

Damn, The Owl House is one a roll. That’s what? Three 5 scored episodes already? Hot damn. This episode was fun but it really hit hard with the character work on Amity. She quickly became one of the most interesting characters and a fan favorite. And the third act provided a good amount of horror to call this a horror comedy. The B-plot is fine but probably one of the weakest only saved by several funny jokes. This is one of those episodes I kept coming back to and a favorite to watch.

Could you two please not? I’m gonna get in trouble.

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