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romanarose · 6 months

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Please Don’t Go?

Santiago Garcia x Gn!reader

Summary: You beg Santi not to leave for work.

Warnings: Extremely depressed reader, Santi worries they might be a danger to themself. Eating problems but not for weight loss, more appetite loss. References to concerns of self harm in some way. Proceed with caution.

Immersability: reader is gender neutral so you can imagine fem, masc, non binary etc. but I generally write fem so if I mess up on pronouns or something lmk. Santi can carry reader.

AN: Written on my phone bc I’m having a time rn and just wanna lay in bed and think of Santiago. Writing will probably sound worse than my usual bullshit.

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Santi had been forced hit snooze 6 times already. You wouldn’t let him leave.

He knew you’d been struggling, and nothing he could do seemed to help. You didn’t respond to anything he tried. He couldn’t get you to go for a walk; the only time you went outside was when he picked you up and took you. Hell, he’d bought and assembled a porch swing just so that you could stay attached to him since you would not let go.

You weren’t eating. He tried cooking home made, he tried ordering your favorites, he even tried getting you desert for dinner just so you’d eat something. In the end he had to threaten to take you to the hospital if you didn’t at least choke down a few bites per meal; Santiago tried his best to make the most nutritious food he could. Soon enough he figured out you’d eat smoothies, and put all the powders, spinach, and super fruits he could get his hands on as well as nutrition shakes. It was better than nothing.

You only washed when he drew you a bath or showered with you.

You didn’t do any of your crafts you enjoyed.

You didn’t laugh at your shows or read books or listen to podcasts.

You weren’t you.

The benefit of consulting is he could do a lot of work at home, which he did so he could help care for you…. But there was another reason. He was scared to leave you alone.

He frequently texted, called when he could, and if you didn’t answer he asked Frankie Ben or Will to check in. They usually found you catatonically watching mindless TV in a daze.

It was getting worse.

“Hey baby, I need to get going, okay? I can get ready in the room if you want…” Santiago attempted to get up, but you caught his hand. With sad, already tearful eyes at 7 AM, you look up at him where he sat.

“Please don’t go?”

“Mi amor I have to… I have a presentation to do….”

He watched your lip quiver, letting go of his hand and sliding it back under the covers and look away from him, dejected.

“Okay.” You were closing off from him.

“I love you.” He said, again and again and again as he dressed, brushed his teeth, made breakfast and placed a breakfast sandwich in front of you, but only short responses. You weren’t mad. If you were mad, he could handle it… but your were sad, and that hurt him, so, so much. He’d hid all the sharp knives, razors, belts, anything he thinks might be a danger to you, but he didn’t feel right leaving. His gut told he couldn’t go…

Santiago called his boss, an old army pal of his. “Hey man… listen I uh… I’m not feeling good, can Will do the presentation? I can send him over the notes and-“

“No one knows it better than you, Pope. C’mon, you’ve been working on this for months, what’s wrong?”

“I just uhhh I have a cold, that’s all.”

“That’s not it, is it?”

Damn him. He knew Santi too well. “No, it’s not.” Santi explained it, how badly you were doing and how worried he was. That gut feeling.

His boss listened. “Do you think you can come in for just the presentation?”

“Yeah, yeah man I can do that.” Benny could come over for those two hours, keep you company.

“Okay, just come in at noon and then talk to me, we’ll see if we can’t get you some time off for this. After this project is done, me and Will can take on some of your duties.

“I appreciate it I do, but I don’t want you guys to have to-“

“Pope, your family is sick, it’s doesn’t matter that it’s mental. They need you. You’d do the same for us.”

When Santi came back into the room, he found you softly crying and promptly climbed back into bed after kicking off his shoes. Santiago pulled you into his arms and held you close as you cried… softly, he cried with you. He was worried, so fucking worried.

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart… it’ll be okay. I’m gonna take care of you. Whatever you need, I’m here… but baby?” With a gentle hand, Santi tilted your face up too look at him. He really was so, so handsome. Dark skin, sharp jaw, and normal steely eyes wet with worry. “We need to get you help, okay? We need to get you in with a psych. We can’t do this alone.”

You consider for a moment before burrying your head into his chest. “Okay.”

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Idk I’m in a mood.

Started writing this, roommate came home and tried talking to me, I was already trying not to cry so she asked me if I was okay which naturally made me cry. I’ve never cried in front of her before so I think she was surprised but gave me a really nice hug.

No tag list bc I’m on my phone and tired but I’ll rb tomorrow with the tag list if I find the energy

Love y’all, please take care of yourselves.

#santiago garcia #Santiago Garcia x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #Santiago Garcia hurt comfort #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago pope garcia #hurt comfort #tw depression #tw sh

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jakeotters · 6 months

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HIIIII omg so uhm, first of all.. can I just say that I love your fics? Like I hecking love the fluffs you write, especially the Jonathan Crane ones!(he's my most favorite character xD OH AND THE RECENT IS SO CUTE AAA ps. the shark image reminds me of the shark meme looking on the side😭💗) So I went to your page to read more and I saw you take requests? I hope I asked this in the right time 😭 Recently I had this small idea and I guess its ooc but ack i hope not..but what if a Jackson Rippner x Innocent!Reader where Jackson comes home late a bit messed up and reader is so worried they thought he was a victim of some robbery or something when he was actually at work and stuff happened(Reader doesn't know his occupation like he doesnt tell them bc they are on the innocent side and he doesnt want to ruin their relationship by telling the truth for now) so like.. Reader ends up patching him up with comfort cuddles and I guess its his little reward for finishing the job? 👀 Id like to think that since he has this charming personality at first parts of the movie, hed use it to his leverage and Ig he gets good treatment for looking and sounding like the best bf ever and reader doesnt know what lies beneath the shell xD

Ps. Im so sorry again if its OOC 😭 I just like Innocent x protective troupes and its rare to find them for Jackson because usually the fics with him are like.. agressive nsfw hshshsh but idk why he just lowkey gives me that type of vibe hehe, I hope its not too muchie qwq💗

hello!! you’re so sweet, thank you so much. i’m so glad you enjoy my work 💖 thank you for this request, i haven’t gotten to write for jackson yet :)

nothing i can’t handle (jackson rippner x reader)

warnings: slight description of wounds but nothing graphic

author’s note: it’s a little ooc/not canon compliant but it’s such a cute idea!!

though it was late, the lights of your bedroom filled the house. you sat in bed, reading a book that you’d randomly grabbed off of the shelf in the room. your eyes lazily moved over the pages, using the words as a way to pass the time rather than for your own interest.

you turned your head to look at the clock, it was 1:54 a.m. while it wasn’t unusual for jackson to return home late, it wasn’t usually this late. you sighed; eyes returning to the book that was held in your hands.

jackson had never told you the details of what he did for work. you were too innocent— too naive. he found that charming, though; he found your innocence adorable. he was too far gone, too attached to you— completely enveloped by your innocence. he didn’t want to break that.

your eyes had started to close as you slowly dozed off. your eyes snapped open when you heard the front door open downstairs, closing quickly. you heard his footsteps ascend the stairs and watched as he made his way into the bedroom.

“jackson-”

your words were cut off when you saw his face. it was covered in dark bruises, small cuts lining his cheek and dried blood around his nose. the area under one of his eyes was dark and bruised, and a small cut sat on his bottom lip.

“jackson?! what happened to you?”

you rushed to stand up to him, eyes scanning his face for more injury. he shrugged.

“caught a guy trying to break into my car is all, wrong place at the wrong time, i guess.”

“he got you pretty good, jackson.”

you ran your fingers over his bruised cheek.

“nothing i can’t handle, sweetheart.”

what appeared to be a smile formed on his lips. jackson reached a hand up to brush his thumb against your cheek. you were adorable when you were worried.

“let me help you get cleaned up. stay here.”

you walked off to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. sitting on the edge of the bed, jackson untied his shoes and kicked them off. he took off his blazer, laying it on the bed. he unbuttoned his shirt, then his pants, dragging them off.

you returned a few minutes later, a damp washcloth in one hand and a box of bandages in the other. jackson was on the edge of the bed, left in his undershirt and boxers.

“just sit still.”

“be gentle, please.”

jackson smiled, his words dripping with the imitation of worry.

you raised the washcloth to the small cuts you saw on his face. he winced slightly when the warmth of the washcloth touched the sensitive, bruised skin. after a few minutes, you pulled the washcloth away.

“looks better already.”

you smiled and applied small bandages to his cuts, careful to not hurt him.

“lay down, i’ll be back in a minute.”

you picked up the washcloth and box of bandages and returned them to the bathroom. you walked back out, climbing into bed next to jackson.

when he turned to wrap his arms around you, you stopped him.

“oh? what’s this?”

jackson looked at you, his blue eyes searching through the innocence in yours.

“gonna hold you tonight, rippner. i think you deserve it.”

jackson was usually the one in control, but sometimes he enjoyed when you took over for him. he accepted your embrace when you wrapped yourself around him.

“just be careful from now on, please.”

jackson smiled when he heard your mumbled words come from where your head laid against his chest. the pain in his face was numbed by your warmth, and in these moments, he swore he wanted to tell you everything.

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#jackson rippner #jackson rippner x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #fanfic #jackson rippner imagine #jakeotters writes

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stargirlfeyre · 8 months

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“Azriel may be boring as shit but at least he never went after someone who was actively treating Feyre like shit. At least the Archeron he’s going after is actually working to fix her relationship with Feyre. Cassian went for someone who was still treating his friend like dog shit and I just can’t respect that.” ALL OF THIS

i’m always hesitant to say this bc some ppl are super sensitive when it comes to cassian for some funny reason (all the other boys are able to be criticized but not him bc he can be funny?) but part of why i don’t like him as much as azriel is because of how he went for nesta too early on, it was super premature for him to come onto her so blatantly in front of everyone even when she was mortal and he’d literally just met her, knowing how feyre was treated etc…i adore cassian when i don’t look at his character too closely. as much as i prefer feyssian over feyzriel because of her and cassian having more sweet bestie moments than her and az do, whenever there’s a discussion i’ll always choose az first because of cassian and nesta. like anon said i can’t help but put myself in feyre’s shoes when i’m reading but i don’t like that he came onto nesta the way he did and how soon he did, and he had no shame about it in front of feyre and the rest.

i know some people are super chill or they have sisters or family members that cross these lines all the time, like your friend flirting with your sister, but in my family or friend groups we don’t do that especially if a sister is really mean to me, why would i approve of my friend going for her so blatantly in front of me? it’s not so much a harsh or possessive petty thing but just basic morale? cassian imo doesn’t get enough flack for how he came onto nesta so soon. it’s true too that at least az didn’t show any signs of having a crush until acowar and acofas, i prefer someone humbly and respectfully handling a crush on my sister than how in your face cassian was about it with nesta in only book two. idk sometimes it feels like his dick thinks for him and even acosf proved that.

i prefer acowar cassian! but i also skip the pages whenever he’s acting out over nesta or they’re both being angst ridden for one another, i just can’t take it seriously bc he was obv thinking with his dick or mating bond and she was still treating everyone like they were less than her despite her being a pos who has never done anything.

idk 😮‍💨 like i said it’s so easy to love cass as a character when you don’t look at his dynamic with nesta from feyre’s shoes in book two. i imagine mainly feyre stan’s struggle with him due to his attachment to nesta so early on. that bonus chapter anon mentioned where cassian put his body up against nesta’s asking whether she was a virgin or not? he’d only recently met her and was doing that, it being too soon aside, it was very inappropriate to do. even mor made it clear that he acts that way with women when they don’t want him and see’s it as “a challenge” just 10 reasons why az and rhysand will always come off as the most mature to me.

the other reasons i don’t favor him have to do with sjm having him refer to nesta as a queen in acosf, him always showing doubt with the ic’s decisions in acosf as if he’s not apart of the ic (why did he seem so against them in acosf at times? most of the time they were right too so it was just weird for sjm to do) saying nesta didn’t need to apologize to anyone supposedly (really sjm? 💀) having sex with nesta on a hike where she was supposed to own up to her wrongs and mature after she just told feyre she could die (inappropriate timing much..?) acting funny when rhysand felt the need to tell her to be nice to gwyn and emerie when he knows damn well rhysand isn’t at the house of wind like them to know nesta’s behavior had gotten better. how the hell would rhysand know that nesta’s not being mean to him when rhysand’s only ever seen her be rude af to everyone..? and then made it even worse when he petulantly wrapped his arm around nesta to make rhysand feel uncomfortable.

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thetomorrowshow · 2 years

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a short little story for the empires superpowers au! a little note before the fic: bc of life stuff i probably won't be following a post schedule anymore, so the strictly-every-tuesday will no longer exist. posting will likely be random (i do prefer tuesdays though) and not every week.

cw: flashbacks, references to past abuse

this piece takes place about 3 months after the end of poisoned rats.

They usually leave doors open around the house these days, after discovering that being in a closed room can be quite the vicious trigger for Jimmy. Which is why Scott finds it strange that their bedroom door is closed.

Elle, he thinks absently, before pushing the door open.

Maybe he pushes it open a bit roughly. The door handle does knock against the wall, after all. So when Jimmy, lying on the bed reading, hears the door open, he rolls off the bed and drops to his knees, head bowed and hands hanging loosely in front of him.

And Scott feels sick, because he hates triggering his boyfriend.

“Jimmy,” he says, trying his best to keep his voice from shaking. He slowly lowers himself to the floor, places down his mug of tea beside him. “Jimmy, dear, can you hear me?”

Jimmy nods tightly, flexes his fingers, but doesn’t move. Scott closes his eyes, takes a calming breath. Jimmy’s not usually dangerous when he gets like this, but it’s nerve-wracking for different reasons. The idea that one day, Scott will trigger him and Jimmy will be completely thrown back, all his progress undone? Scott will never shake that fear, as irrational as it is.

For every two steps forward you take a step back, he reminds himself. It’s something his therapist had told him when he was younger, and something Jimmy hears frequently from the same therapist. This isn’t necessarily even a step back, just a minor bump in the road. This is by far not the worst result of a trigger.

“Can you breathe with me?” he asks, keeping his distance. When Jimmy doesn’t respond, he continues, “Take a deep breath, okay? In, two, three, four, out, two, three, four. Again.” He repeats the breathing exercise until Jimmy’s shoulders loosen, until he shifts to sit cross-legged instead of kneeling.

“Still want breathing counts, or need something else?” he murmurs, and Jimmy looks up with red-rimmed, watery eyes.

“Can—um, can you hold my hand?” he croaks, and Scott slowly slides across the room and holds out his hand for Jimmy to take. Jimmy does, hand barely gripping Scott’s fingers. Scott keeps his breathing slow and relaxed, hoping that Jimmy will continue to follow. He does, and eventually Jimmy scoots up into his lap and leans his head against Scott’s chest. There they sit, Scott leaning up against the bed, Jimmy leaning up against him.

“‘M tired,” Jimmy slurs, and Scott chuckles lightly.

“I can imagine, honey. Did you have a flashback?”

Jimmy nods sleepily against him. “Yeah. Not too bad. Jus’ some people grabbing me from my cell.”

Scott’s heart aches at the words, just like it always does when Jimmy brings up his captivity. He can’t imagine living that long in a tiny cell, the only faces to see vicious guards and a brainwashing captor. He’s not sure how Jimmy survived.

He’s insanely glad that he did.

“Love you,” Jimmy mumbles, reaching up with a clumsy hand to pat Scott’s cheek. Scott grins despite the sober mood, the panic in his chest finally starting to dissipate. Jimmy’s okay.

“Would you like to sleep now and talk later, or talk first?”

In moments after flashbacks, Jimmy has trouble making choices for himself out of nothing. They’ve arranged that Scott will give options and Jimmy has to choose out of them—still granting him autonomy, but making it just that little bit easier for him. Scott tries to limit it to two, any more can be overwhelming.

“Hm. Can we maybe talk a little, then sleep?”

“Of course.” Scott stretches a bit, helps Jimmy stand and sit on the bed. It sinks down a little under their combined weight, one of the blankets slipping. Scott pays it no mind but to shove it back toward the middle of the bed.

Jimmy kicks at the carpet a bit, smiles at Scott. Scott smiles back, but nudges him with his shoulder. “Do you want to talk about the flashback, or do you want to talk about what triggered it?”

The smile fades quickly. “The trigger, I guess.” He looks unsure, so Scott smiles encouragingly. “Right. I know we usually leave the doors open, but sometimes I . . . I miss it, I guess. The—the isolation. The cell was—nobody really hurt me in there. It was like a reprieve. So I just felt really exposed today and needed to be closed off.”

Scott chews on that for a minute. “I think I understand. You needed to know that you were in a place where you wouldn't be hurt.”

Jimmy nods. “Something like that. And then—it’s not your fault, not at all, but when you opened the door it was like they were here to drag me out of my safe place . . . like the reprieve was over. . . .”

Scott hugs Jimmy a little closer when he shudders, pressing a kiss into his hair. Jimmy hums, nuzzles into his chest. “I’m okay now,” he says quietly. “Tired. It’s been a rough day.”

“I’m sorry.”

“‘S not your fault.”

“I’m still sorry.”

Jimmy looks like he wants to argue it, but instead he just closes his eyes and leans more of his weight against Scott. “What time is it?” he asks.

“Time for bed,” Scott tells him, easing him down onto the bed and standing, before pulling a blanket over him. “I’ll make dinner while you nap, okay? Don’t worry about a thing.”

“Mkay. Love you.”

Scott can’t help but smile as he dims the lights, picks up his mug from the doorway. “I love you, too. Door closed or open?”

“Closed.”

#empires superpowers au #esh au #empires smp #flower husbands #esmp #jimmy solidarity #scott smajor #mas writes #short ik it's going in the extras fic on ao3 #under a cut more for ease of scrolling than content warnings #this one is much softer than the last one #ur honor. they love each other.#and i love them #um that's all #lmk what you think!#love you guys

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zhongster · 2 years

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Love everything you've written so far sm!! I noticed Kyoya from ohshc in the list of char you like 👁👁 do you think you could give us your burping/stuffing headcanons for him??

Oh absolutely I do dear anon, I’ve been a Kyoya stan for many years now so I’ve had a lot of time to think about it hehe

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

Okay so this one is basically canon but he absolutely HATES burping in front of other people

So much so that the only two people that have heard him burp (besides when he was a baby) are Tamaki and Fuyumi and that’s only because they’re the two people that are closest to him (and possibly haruhi)

Fuyumi is honestly just because she’s always hanging out in his room

Like where else is he gonna burp y’know

He’s gotten pretty comfortable with Fuyumi actually

If they’re hanging out in his room and he feels like he needs to burp he’ll just release the burp into his fist, mutter a “s’cuse me”, and continue with what he was doing

And Fuyumi usually responds by either chuckling and rating his burp or by yelling “GROSS KYO!”

If she responds with the latter he usually just flips her off without even looking up from what he was doing

If he’s feeling particularly cheeky that day he might even let out another burp (open mouthed this time) after flipping her off

To which she’ll usually laugh and throw a pillow or something at him

He lets his true personality out around her more often than not

As for Tamaki, Kyoya absolutely did not mean to burp in front of him the first time it happened

About a year into their friendship (so when they were high school first years) they were sat in the music room working on preparations for the host club and they decided to order some tea

But they accidentally got their cups switched

Except Kyoya is lactose intolerant and Tamaki is not

So Tamaki’s tea messed Kyoya’s stomach up real bad

It bloated up with gas within minutes of him ingesting the first bit of milk

Kyoya figured out what was going on pretty early and he desperately tried to hold the gas in but Tamaki is Tamaki. He eventually clapped Kyoya on the back good natured-ly without realizing what was about to happen

Suffice to say Kyoya proceeded to let out a belch that could put a 6’6 drunken competitive eater to shame

Tamaki was FLABBERGASTED

He just stood there in shock for a good 30 seconds

Kyoya was absolutely mortified of course

He immediately launched into a tirade of “please excuse me”, “I have no idea what came over me”, etc.

After Tamaki gets over his shock he’d burst into laughter and start complementing Kyoya on how “legendary” he thought that was

I don’t think Kyoya would get super comfortable burping in front of Tamaki after just that but eventually he’d grow more comfortable than before

Not the the point he’s at with Fuyumi but if he had to burp in front of Tamaki he’d probably just stifle it as best as he could, excuse himself, and then move on

He really wouldn’t mind too much if it was just the two of them

Lol honestly i like to think that if they were hanging out outside of school without any other witnesses around he’d just let them fly

Sometimes Tamaki is genuinely worried for his friend

Some of the burps that explode out of Kyoya’s throat sound genuinely painful

Usually they aren’t though so Tamaki’ll be like “umm you okay kyoya??’ And Kyoya’s like “yeah??? Scuse me??”

Tamaki definitely told the rest of the host club that kyoya could easily beat them all in a burping contest but none of them believe him

I don’t think he’s a particularly gassy person

Like he doesn’t burp terribly often

But when he does get bloated it’s intense

Once the first burp escapes he usually can’t stop burping until it’s all out of his system

As i touched on earlier he’s lactose intolerant so he absolutely avoids dairy at all costs

Bc god forbid he burps in front of other people

He’d never recover

Also his tummy doesn’t handle fast food well

Rich boy problems

When he eats fast food he gets the super long, rolling belches

It’s the grease

So after Kyoya got home after “Kyoya’s reluctant day out” poor kid locked himself in his room for the rest of the night so he could let all the burps out of his system in peace

I don’t think he’s particularly into stuffing but he does have a considerably large appetite

That’s actually canon if you look at the pile of crab legs

The camera pans over to him for about a second right after Tamaki yells at Haruhi

His pile of crab legs was just as large (if not larger) than hers

In conclusion: Kyoya can pack away a lotta food lol

I also like to think he was letting out a quiet burp into his napkin during that pic hehe

#burping #eructophilia #belching #ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyoya ootori

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sugawarassoulmate · 3 years

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too far away to hold me

Anon asked: bully!samu twisted hurt/comfort,,, where other guys on campus see y/n as easy pickings and try to bully her n somehow the bullying is worse w these strangers ;-(( bc y/n has gotten used to osamu actually

samu doesn't find out until after a while (maybe bc he doesn't ask what's goin on in y/n's life much or she kept it from him) n he's just like 😡😡😡 y/n is MY bully target!!!

you can read all about bully!osamu here if you want context on his relationship with the reader!

this was long-overdue 🥺 i'm finally back in nyc and i'm hoping to update more!!! 🖤

words: 3.3k

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, physical violence, college au, hair pulling, jealously, possessiveness, toxic relationship, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, minors dni

Osamu was getting annoyed.

Noticing that you had been stressed out lately, Osamu decided he’d be nice for once in his life and treat his little cry baby to a night out after class. He waited outside the room for you to come out but you never did. One by one, all your classmates left, and eventually so did your professor. Already growing frustrated, Osamu was about to barge into the room when he heard your voice.

“I told you no, Daishou,” you mumbled softly, grabbing your books. The boy Osamu doesn’t recognize stops you, grip strong on your wrist and that’s when he slams the door open, startling both of you. “Samu—”

Osamu pulls you to his side, barely giving the other boy any attention before getting you out of the room. He doesn’t say a word as he drags you down the hall to his car. Osamu when he’s red in the face and screaming at you was easy to deal with but when he's quiet like this, you’re a bit more worried. “Samu, I told him no—” Osamu turns the car on, interrupting whatever excuse you had ready on the tip of your tongue.

He’s not an idiot, he knows you were trying to push this Daishou kid away. But you were either too nice or too stupid to get the job done. “Who was that?” he asks. Part of him wants to take you back to his place and pound you into the mattress but he figures that could wait, choosing to take you out like he originally planned.

“He’s just some guy in my class,” you explain, twiddling your thumbs, too nervous to look over at him. “I think he wants to go out or something, but I keep telling him I’m not interested.” This gets his attention. Osamu never labeled himself as your boyfriend—you two definitely weren’t dating—but he always felt entitled to you, so hearing that some punk kid trying to come on to you pissed him off.

“Is that all?” Osamu figures you’re hiding something from the way you won’t meet his eyes. Usually, Osamu can’t get you to stop talking about something but you’re keeping your answers short with him today. You let out a small “mmhm…” and Osamu knows there’s more but he decides not to press you.

By the time you two got back to his place later that day, you were exhausted. You were shocked that Osamu bothered to take you out tonight, it’s very rare that he’s so nice —at least, in his way. You could handle the teasing comments made at your expense, it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. He even seemed to be softer than normal.

The front door slams behind you and strong arms circle your waist. “Samu…” you whine, feeling his along your jawline, thick fingers slipping past your jeans. This also wasn’t a surprise, you were wondering when he was gonna get his hands on you. Osamu had a habit of getting jealous anytime someone else got in your personal space. It wasn’t going to take him long to stake his “claim” on you.

“Been wantin’ to do this all day,” he says against your skin, sighing when he feels the slick folds of your cunt against his fingers. “Keep actin’ like a dumb little girl and someone might steal ya away from me.” You can feel his hardening cock pressed against your ass, timidly palming him from behind which forces a growl from his chest.

You two don’t make it to the bed, Osamu bends you over the kitchen counter and tugs your bottoms off. His lips don’t leave your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into the skin and, knowing him, he won’t let you cover them up tomorrow. His thick cock stretches your pretty cunt, ramming into you over and over. You can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes, running down your cheeks. It brings a sick smile to Osamu’s face.

“There’s my fuckin’ cry baby,” he croons condescendingly, pulling your bra down to get at your breasts. The way you sob as he pulls on your nipples will never fail to get him hard. He could tell you like it too with how your cunt choked his cock whenever he manhandled you. “Dirty bitch, bet you’d let anyone use you, hm?”

You’re gripping the counter, trying not to fall over with how harshly Osamu’s movements are. “Just you,” you keen, pain turning into pleasure just like it always does.

Oh? You’re not always receptive like this, giving into Osamu’s possessive nature. Honestly, he wished you’d fight him more often but Osamu can’t ignore the rush of pleasure coursing through his body upon hearing those words come from your lips. “What was that, stupid? Can’t hear ya when yer fuckin’ mumbling like that.”

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head up. “Just you, Samu!” you cry, tears properly flooding from your eyes now. Your gasps of pain contradict the way you’re clamping down on him with your walls. He groans in your ear, hips moving faster as his cock kisses your cervix. Osamu never warns you when about to cum, not when you make that dumb little look of shock every time he does it. But you always have a tell, your thighs start to shake and you grip the nearest surface for purchase.

Fucked ya dumb already? He thinks as he brings his free hand down to fondle your clit. Osamu’s name falls from your mouth over and over while you cream around his cock, almost falling over yourself if it weren’t for his grip on your hair.

Osamu cums inside you, filling you deep with his thick seed. You let out a whine of discomfort, but Osamu slaps your thigh to get you to shut up. He pulls out, leaving you a trembling, pathetic little thing clinging to the countertop as he watches his cum run down your leg. Just to be mean, he collects some of his spunk on his fingers and fucks it back into your cunt, laughing when you cry from sensitivity.

He helps you off the counter before leading you into the bathroom. He starts a bath for you, grumbling the entire time that you were too dumb to do it yourself. But he’s so gentle helping you into the tub, undressing and settling in behind you. “Kiss me?” you ask quietly. Osamu rolls his eyes, grabbing your face and pressing soft kisses against your lips.

You wish Osamu didn’t make you tag along to these things. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his friends, Kita and Aran were sweet and Suna always had a funny meme on his phone to share, but you’d much rather be at home, trying to convince Osamu to cuddle with you on the couch.

But Osamu didn’t ask you to do things. “Can’t you just go without me?” you had complained, not really wanting to put in the effort of changing out of your sweats.

“The boys want to see ya and last time they bitched the entire time when ya stayed home,” Osamu explained, steam still coming off of him from the shower he just took after getting home from the gym. Osamu wasn’t a huge fan of parties either but his friends invited him out and they wouldn’t leave him alone until he promised to bring you.

You were still whining about not wanting to go when Osamu had grabbed you, pressing you close to his still-naked body. “Don’t get all bitchy with me tonight,” he growled in your ear, rubbing his cock against you. "Be a good little dummy and you’ll get this fat cock.” He humps against your ass, forcing a sigh of pleasure from your lips before he releases you, laughing at how easy it was to rile you up.

Which is how you ended up in some rando’s house, sitting on Osamu’s lap while Suna showed you his favorite TikToks. His old teammates seemed to be the only boys Osamu didn’t mind you getting chummy with. Maybe because they’ve known you two (and his brother) for so many years. They were aware how weirdly possessive Osamu got when you were out of his sight for too long—they had seen it firsthand with how he acted when you were with Atsumu. They knew not to pry about the relationship you two had. Maybe they just knew not to poke a sleeping bear.

The party wasn’t too bad. You chatted up some of your classmates and Osamu even loosened up for once, laughing with his buddies and taking a few shots every once in a while. When Osamu had a bit of alcohol in his system, he was sweeter than usual. He pressed a few kisses to the side of your head, whispering how good you looked in your dress. Suna teased you for blushing and you elbowed him, mumbling “it’s not like that”

“Who’re you trying to convince?” Suna said back, you opened your mouth to tease him when you heard someone calling your name.

“Is that my favorite classmate?” you grimaced once you recognized him, sleazy green eyes meeting yours. Daishou slithered his way from the other side of the room, standing in front of where you were sitting with the boys. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.”

Osamu must have felt your body tense because his arms tightened around your waist, steel eyes glaring at Daishou. “Don’t push yer fuckin’ luck, kid,” he says, alcohol heavy on his breath. Daishou falters for a second but his sniveling smirk is back on his face almost immediately, taking a step as if he’s about to reach for you but Osamu is quick to stop him. “Walk away from her now. I won’t be askin’ again.”

You could tell Daishou wasn’t ready to give up just yet, but his chances against Osamu and three of his teammates weren’t looking great. He gave you a quick wink before heading back into the crowd of faceless people. Osamu was still stewing, grip on you never wavering. Kita and Aran initiate conversation while Suna grabs him another drink. But it’s your hand on top of his that calms him down.

After a while, things are back to normal. You take a few glances at the other party go-oers and can’t find Daishou anymore. For once, you feel relieved and even a bit adventurous. You grab Osamu’s hand, getting his attention. “Dance with me,” His eyebrow quirks.

“That desperate to get me close to ya, dummy?” he slurs, eyes growing heavy. His words hold no venom, it’s second nature at this point to call you that. Osamu doesn’t put up much of a fight when you pull him to the center of the room, holding him close as you sway to the music blaring from the speakers. You’re bound to get an earful tomorrow when he sobers up. He’ll probably take you from behind, taunting you for acting like such a “needy whore” tonight. The thought sends surges of pleasure through your body.

Osamu grinds into you chuckling deeply in your ear while you wrap your arms around his neck. Most people are probably confused when they see you two—Osamu’s mocking you one minute and kissing you the next. The whole time you’re in his shadow, never too far away. You figured out a long time ago that it’s really nobody’s business what you two do at this point, somehow it’s managed to work all these years.

You two danced for a bit more before you pulled away from his side and, almost immediately, his arms reached out for you, a stern look on his face. “I just need to pee,” you tell him and he, reluctantly, lets go of you. He grumbles something about not making him wait before you walk away.

The bathroom downstairs was occupied so you headed upstairs and, thankfully, it was empty. You washed your hands when you were done, thinking about stopping to get another drink in the kitchen before going back to Osamu. You probably shouldn’t make him wait too long but he’s having a good time tonight, so he might just go a bit easy on you today.

You step out of the bathroom, ready to head back downstairs when you feel someone snatch your wrist. For a second, you assume it’s Osamu but the body you’re pulled into feels unfamiliar. You feel your skin crawl when someone whispers into your ear.

“Finally got you separated from your little bodyguard,” Daishou says, crowding your personal space until he has you backed into a wall. You’re quick to open your mouth, ready to tell him that you’re not interested in anything he wants. But Daishou leans in close as if he’s about to kiss you. “Don’t get a fucking bratty with me, I just want to talk.” You want to push him away but you’re frozen, unsure of what to do. Osamu will come to look for you if he notices you’ve been gone too long, right? But he’s been drinking so much tonight, you’re not sure if it slipped his mind.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you say, hand on his chest to try to place some distance between you, but Daishou grabs it, nails digging into your skin.

“Why? Your fucking boyfriend gonna get mad or something?” the way he says the word makes you cringe, which he notices right away. “Not your boyfriend? Then why were you dancing with him like a slut out there?” You pluck enough courage to shove him away, trying to race down the stairs back to your friends when you feel Daishou’s fingers in your hair, tugging you back to him. “Stop being such a fucking bit—”

It happens pretty quickly after that. One second you’re in near tears as Daishou’s pulling your hair at the root, the next Daishou’s on the floor holding his jaw. You look up and Osamu has you in his arms, eyes practically bulging out of his head in anger. He doesn’t say a word while he snatches your hand, forcing you down the stairs and past his teammates who’re dumbstruck. Too drunk to drive, Osamu decides to walk the couple of blocks to his house, dragging you along with him.

“You’re hurting—” but Osamu keeps yanking your arm anyway, not letting you stray too far away. It’s hard to keep up with his pace, every so often you’ll end up nearly tripping on yourself.

“He’s done that before, hasn’t he?” Osamu asks, reaching for his keys with his free hand as you two near the house.

“Never that rough,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. “Usually he’ll just say mean things to me, never shoves me around like that.” Osamu opens the front door, gestures you inside first before locking it behind him. He’s pissed, angry in a way you’ve never seen him.

He reaches over and grabs you by the jaw. “Why the fuck did ya not tell me?”

It’s hard to look him in the eye but Osamu tightens his grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean... you do the same thing.” His hold suddenly loosens, eyes boring into your soul as his brain registers what you told him. “You do the same thing” Now Osamu’s wondering if Daishou’s the only one who’s treated you like this when he’s not around. He wonders how much you’re not telling him.

“Excuse me?”

You furrow your brows at him as if he asked a stupid question. “Oh, come on, Samu. Like you never pulled my hair before? Or spilled beer all over me at a party?” you cross your arms. “Or flipped my skirt up to look underneath?” You must not notice the way Osamu tenses up. Was someone else touching you like he did?

“Who else?” he takes a step close to you, eyes widening as all the thoughts start playing in his head. Has someone else been picking on you? Fucking you? Dumb little y/n that’s always been his to torment? “It’s not just Daishou, who else has it been?”

You wonder what has Osamu so upset but you tell him anyway. You tell him that Daishou’s the only one who’s gone as far as putting his hands on you but that doesn’t stop other people from teasing you. There’s Matsukawa in your chem class who slaps books out of your hands every other day. Konoha who forces you to let him cheat off your exams in calculus. Futakuchi who makes comments about your ass on days you wear a skirt. “They see how we are and they think I’m easy pickings…” You can’t believe Osamu’s never noticed—maybe it’s because people only dare to do it when he’s not around.

Osamu says nothing the whole way back to his house, doesn’t even bother slamming you against the wall and having his way with you like he normally would when he’s pissed off. Little do you know, Osamu is stewing. Your words keep replaying in his mind along with the names of everyone you mentioned.

He’s got some work to do.

The next few days are... weird to say the least. Daishou turns up to class with a busted lip and actively avoids you. No more comments under his breath or trying to grab at you when the professor isn’t looking. You weren’t surprised by that with the way Osamu leveled him to the ground. Daishou definitely isn’t looking for a rematch and you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying how he cowered every time he walked past you.

You gripped your books before heading to chem a few days later, knowing Matsukawa would snatch them out of your hands once he got the chance. But as you round the corner, you notice that one of his hands is wrapped up with tape as if he sprained it or something. Instead of tripping you or slapping your books away, Matsukawa pulls your chair out for you and says he’ll carry your books to your next class. Still, you don’t think much of it.

It starts getting really weird when Konoha is offering to do your homework for you. Apologizing for all those times he’s cheated off of you, even asking if he could study with you sometime before taking back his invitation, eyes looking everywhere but at you. But it’s when Futakuchi Kenji walks into class that you’re truly puzzled.

It was a hot day and you groaned when you remembered you had class with Futakuchi today. Whenever you wore a skirt or a pair of shorts to alleviate the heat, you could feel his eyes leering at you. He’d sit next to you and lightly brush the material against his skin. Mumbling an “oops” under his breath he’d grab at your thighs, raking his fingers down them.

But today Futakuchi shows up with a black eye and keeps his hands to himself, not even sparing you one single glance. When you call him out on it, he doesn’t say anything—just looks down at his hand like he’s scared. The few times you two end up brushing against each other, he’s quick to apologize and scoot as far away from you as possible. When class ends, you try to make conversation—to try to understand what’s his damage. But Futakuchi books it once the professor dismisses you all.

Strange.

Little did you know, Osamu’s been keeping himself busy. Tracking down all those boys who think they can lay a claim on you—who thought you would be their little punching bag. Those fucking losers didn’t know who they were messing with. Osamu’s had you in his clutches since the playground. Of course, they didn’t listen at first when Osamu told them to stay the fuck away, but he’s always been good at persuasion.

And now that he has you laid out on his bed babbling about how “fucking good” his cock feels, Osamu can rest easy knowing that nobody will try to mess with you anymore.

You belonged to him and him only.

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my daisy / chapter 2 | kim mingyu

➝ CEO!Mingyu x Secretary!Reader

➝ strangers to lovers // single dad!Mingyu // fluff // lighthearted // non idol!au // like pls dont expect any dramas here lol // tiny bit of angst ig

➝ series warning: mentions of sex, no smut but there's implied sexual activities, insecurity (as always jshbdjhsfshbf am sorry), curses, food, let me know if theres more ^^

➝ word count: 4.3k

➝ A/N: hi! i know chapter 1 was a bit slow bc i needed to introduce the ppl around the MCs but hopefully this one is better....tho im not sure if this was too fast of a pace.. but oh well! decided to post this at 10:10am KST instead of PM bc why not. as always, enjoy! ur feedback will always be appreciated <3

when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you're pretty sure this wasn't what you signed up for.

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In your defense, Mingyu is a very common name.

You probably know at least 5 Mingyu throughout school and university, not counting another from your old work places.

Jennie looks at you pointedly, and you immediately bow to him as you introduce yourself.

It’s okay—it’s okay, you tell yourself. You were drunk, he was drunk, there’s a pretty good chance Mingyu doesn’t even remember you. You’re just going to play stupid unless he addresses it himself. Yeah—yeah, that’s a good plan.

When you stand back straight, you can’t tell if the emotion that passes his eyes is recognition or he’s simply sizing you up.

“As we agreed before, I will train her for a month and then take my maternity leave once that’s done,” Jennie says again, bringing you back into the current situation at hand. “I promise she’ll be able to handle my workloads and I’ll try to be on standby most of the time just in case she needs help.”

Mingyu nods absentmindedly, his eyes finally leaving you and you let out a soft breath of relief at that. “You talk too much sometimes,” he shakes his head at Jennie, holding back a teasing smile in front of a stranger.

“Excuse me?”

“Just get ready for the meeting,” he softly orders before he settles on his seat. It is only then that you realize there’s a big name plate on his desk: CEO Kim Mingyu, it reads. You gulp at the name, suddenly the sound of your voice screaming his name rings through your ears once again.

When you look up from the name plate, you’re surprised to find Mingyu’s already looking at you, one of his eyebrows slightly raised and you honestly have no idea what to make of that.

It is Jennie’s voice that brings you back to reality, calling you to follow her out of the room. You don’t miss the way Mingyu’s gaze never leaves you even when you bow one more time before you leave.

You’re so, so screwed.

“What was that?” Jennie asks the moment you sit down next to her.

You decide to play dumb, there’s definitely no need to tell Jennie about what happened with Mingyu. Fuck. You’re supposedly going to spend months with this guy and you’re no longer sure if you can do it now.

To be honest, you’ve never really been one for one night stands, and you’ve got to admit you’re lucky the one time you ended up having one, it’s with someone like Mingyu who seems to be a decent person. The few times that you’ve been intimate with other people are always during your relationships, and you’ve made sure you’re serious enough because that’s just how you are.

You don’t care that Soonyoung jumps from bed to bed at least twice a week; that’s not your problem as long as it’s all consensual, he regularly gets checked and stays healthy. You just don’t prefer doing it yourself. There’s just something embarrassing to you about sharing a bed with someone you barely know.

You swear to everything that is in the universe you’d never drink outside your place ever again.

“Just… didn’t expect the CEO to be so young,” you blurt out even though it’s stupid because Jennie has totally told you the CEO is around your age.

“Have I not told you that?” she says in suspicion, narrowing her eyes at you. “I’m pretty sure I have.”

Right at that moment, your phone suddenly rings, saving you from Jennie’s further prodding. She looks at Sooyaaa on your phone, recognizing your close friend and telling you to take it if you want.

So, for the sake of your sanity, you do.

“Yes?” you answer snappily.

“What’s with the tone?” Jisoo asks gleefully from the other side. “Some bird told me you’ve got something to tell.”

“Kwon Soonyoung that bastard,” you mutter under your breath, earning a laugh from Jisoo and from Jennie next to you.

“If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t say anything beyond that. Just said that I might want to ask you if something happened at the club the other night.”

To your annoyance, Jisoo has sounded more happy than she is worried. But just when you’re about to snap at her for reminding you about that night, Jisoo cuts you off and asks if all is good. She’s been apologizing since that day, telling you she’s found Seungcheol in her drunken stupor and had him take her home because she thought you’re taken care of.

You sigh, telling her a hesitant yes and a promise to meet her later for dinner so you can tell her everything. She ends the call with a loud kissing noise, screaming to the receiver a very loud “Hi Jennie!!” that you don’t need to put the phone on speaker for your cousin to hear her.

“She’s such a good friend, isn’t she?” she asks once you put your phone back in your bag after activating the silent mode.

Your mind goes to the endless texts and miscalls from Jisoo that day, you’ve just been childishly ignoring her to get back at your friend because you know she worries like there’s no tomorrow. But you know—you know that there can be no friend that takes care of you as good as Jisoo could ever do.

“Yeah, she is.”

You don’t really interact with Mingyu even days after the first one, thankfully. You just dutifully follow Jennie around, who’s following him around. Today’s meetings are all in the company, and you’re mostly there to memorize the face and the name of the head of each department as they sit there in Mingyu’s presence.

For a moment there, you’re probably as close as you are to being starstruck. Mingyu carries himself very well, no one seems to be doubting him despite his young age compared to some of the directors who are probably a decade (or two) older than he is. His words are clean and sharp, never going around as he delivers what he’s saying as efficiently as he can.

So far, your impression of Mingyu is that he's a gentleman that only speaks when he needs to. He’s, by no means, cold, but he’s practical and he doesn’t see the need to speak more than necessary. You wonder if that’s how he is or if that’s just his work persona.

Someone clears his throat in front of you, and you immediately straighten your posture at Mingyu who’s basically looking down on you from his towering height.

“See me in my office after this,” he says and then leaves the meeting room before you manage to answer.

Your heart races at his words, but you will yourself to calm down because you figure Mingyu’s not going to bring it up out of nowhere like this. But why did he call you instead of Jennie if he has matters to discuss? Is he testing you?

Nonetheless, you tell Jennie the CEO wishes to speak to you before you leave to his office. Jennie only nods as she busies herself with the screen in front of her, but Seungkwan catches your eyes and puts up his fist in encouragement.

You have no idea what to expect.

“Sir,” you greet him after he says to come in. You’re not sure whether you should sit down or stay standing, but Mingyu points to the chair in front of his desk with his chin.

Mingyu doesn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes are still examining you and you try your best to hold his gaze despite your heartbeat drumming loudly against your chest.

“I have an important meeting in Tokyo next month.” He breaks the silence. “And you’d probably have to come with me.”

You don’t say anything but a ‘Yes, Sir,’ because, truthfully, you don’t think you have any choice here and you’re just glad he’s not bringing up that incident.

“Frankly, I’d rather bring Seungkwan because he’s more used to the business meeting abroad,” he states bluntly though there’s no hint of rudeness in his voice. “But he’s given me a notice since last month that he’s going to take a whole week off then by using up his accumulated day-offs.”

“Okay, Sir,” you repeat.

“Tell Jennie to take care of the arrangements,” he finishes, eyes already back to his screen as his fingers busily type on his keyboard. “You may leave.”

He just has to be so attractive.

“Kim Mingyu?” Jisoo asks one more time, wondering why the name sounds so familiar to her. But, then again, it is a pretty common name. “Wait, did you say you’re working in SVT Inc.? I never knew Jennie worked in SVT Inc.?”

“Yep,” you say as you munch on your dinner. Jisoo has invited herself to sleep over for ‘making it up’, using the access you’ve given her, and the girl has her conscience guilty enough to already have food prepared on the table the moment you step into your door.

Your friend stays silent for a moment, and you let her be because—Gosh, you’re so mentally tired after being wary of Mingyu the whole time. Even though deep down you feel like he doesn’t seem to be the type to confront you over something like that in the office, it doesn’t stop your heart from jumping every time his gaze goes past you or when he calls your name (even though it literally happens like... five times in total so far).

In short, you’ve spent the day uselessly worrying Mingyu will confront you about it and it isn’t exactly healthy for your head nor your heart.

“Oh!” Jisoo suddenly shouts, making you jump a little in your seat. She takes her phone, fingers busy tapping here and there before she pushes her screen to your face. “This Mingyu?””

The picture of Seungcheol and your new boss together greets you. They both seem close enough, with Seungcheol’s arm around his shoulder and lighthearted smiles gracing their faces. There’s a pretty little girl in Seungcheol’s lap, one that you don’t bother to ask because Seungcheol loves children.

“Yeah, they’re close,” Jisoo answers your silent question after putting her phone back down. “I do meet him from time to time because of Seungcheol even though I’m not close with him or anything. He’s pretty friendly, but definitely a private person.”

Great. You think to yourself, all the more reason not to tell Jisoo about the event from that night. While she’s your best friend and you love her with all your heart, there are times when she’d accidentally blurt out your ‘secrets’ when drunk.

Now you actually trust Seungcheol enough not to further spread your secrets, and you’re actually fairly close with him that you don’t mind him knowing the few stuffs you only mean to share with Jisoo. If there’s anyone that you could trust, it’s him. But this one? A one night stand with one of his close friends?

You’re pretty sure it’d be better for them not to know.

It’s a one time thing anyway, which isn’t important enough for either of them to be aware of. You’ll just pretend like it’s some random guy and pray Mingyu doesn’t say anything about it either.

So, when Jisoo asks again about what Soonyoung has meant when he says you might have something to tell her, you reluctantly tell Jisoo half the truth—that you got too drunk and ended up in a hotel with some guy.

She deserves at least that much.

Before guilt rushes in even more in Jisoo’s system, you immediately tell her that it’s okay and at least you remember the sex was pleasant. And when she asks if you could remember him or maybe his name, you drop your gaze to your food and shake your head because Jisoo knows when you’re lying. Her gaze stays on you for a few seconds before she eventually drops the topic and talks about her plan with Seungcheol for the weekend.

You’ve never been more glad Jisoo also knows when not to push.

“How are you coping?” Jennie asks with a grin after yet another meeting.

You groan at her question. While you’re used to having multiple meetings back-to-back and typing down whatever the meeting was about, Mingyu is a whole other level of busy from what you were used to.

It’s not always a bad thing, though, because despite the way your back always cries in pain at the end of the day, you actually feel challenged and are oddly motivated to do well and prove yourself even though no one is giving you the side-eye.

You wonder if it’s the way Mingyu would hum in approval everytime he finishes reading your report. Jennie has told you how much of a perfectionist Mingyu is, to the point where he’d check your report himself. Except for the first few mistakes you’ve made due to the unfamiliarity of the format this company uses, Mingyu has never really told you to revise anything after that.

“You do remember this is my last day before I officially take that maternity leave, right?” she reminds you, and your eyes automatically go to where her baby’s at.

It’s pretty weird, to be honest. You grew up with Jennie, you saw her when she was an elementary student, then junior high school, and so on. The image of Jennie in her old uniform pops up in your mind, one where she took your hand in hers when she went to your school to pick you up. And now she’s here, much more mature and pregnant with a baby.

“Yeah, Jaebum must be happy about that,” you snicker teasingly.

Jennie grins at the mention of her husband and you could’ve sworn there would be flowers surrounding her if this was a high school romance manga. “He’s just been worried about my workloads. It eases him a lot when he finds out you’re replacing me, though.”

“Tell him I’m expecting a present or something for that comment,” you say before you go back to typing down the meeting report from earlier. Jennie lets you be for a while before she lets out a confused noise from beside you.

“Huh?” she mumbles to herself as she looks through her organizer. “That was… our last meeting for the day?”

The way you and Seungkwan immediately turn to her is almost comical, eyes wide and mouth open. It’s barely 4 in the evening and there’s…no more meetings? Jennie frowns, flipping through her organizer some more before she decides she needs to confirm with Mingyu. The sound of her heels against the floor as she makes her way to Mingyu’s office wakes you up from your trance.

“Betting you the next report that there’s another meeting after this that Mingyu forgot to tell Jennie,” Seungkwan says out of nowhere.

“So if there’s no meeting after this you’ll do my next report?” you raise your eyebrows at the challenge.

“And you’ll do mine otherwise.”

“Deal.”

For the past few minutes, you haven’t stopped nudging Seungkwan next to you while Jennie and Mingyu are walking ahead of you both, discussing something that you don’t quite hear.

There’s a pout in his face while you smugly grin at him, missing the way Mingyu glances back at you before turning back to Jennie again.

“Who told you to bet against me, huh?” you whisper childishly and Seungkwan just swats your hand in annoyance. It’s a little past 5PM now and currently, the four of you are on your way to get dinner.

When Jennie comes in earlier to confirm his schedule, Mingyu has just told her that he purposefully emptied the schedule after the last meeting because it’s her last day and he’d like to peacefully have dinner with her as a friend. Due to her raging hormones, she almost cries right there and then while you and Seungkwan have gotten the privilege to see Mingyu panic from the clear glass of his office.

After that, she tells him she wants to bring you and Seungkwan because you’re all basically working as a team, anyway. You can tell that Mingyu’s a bit reluctant, which is understandable because he barely even knows you and it’d mean he won’t be as comfortable compared to when it’s only him, Jennie, and Seungkwan.

Not to mention the incident from barely a month ago.

You cringe at the thought. Even though at this point you’re sure Mingyu either: 1. Has forgotten. 2. Does not recognize you. or 3. Simply does not wish to bring it up, you just can’t not be nervous around him.

“Did you say you worked at Pleds before?” Seungkwan asks over dinner. The four of you are in a steakhouse, Jennie’s choice because Mingyu says it’s the least he could do for her. Seungkwan’s sitting next to you while Mingyu and Jennie sit across the both of you.

You nod as you play with your straw, waiting for the food to be served. “It wasn’t… bad. But the workloads and the pay weren’t exactly balanced. Plus, the emotional labor was getting too much so I resigned after working there for almost two years.”

“You must’ve celebrated after,” he grins, knowing how it usually goes when one left a company by choice. You nod absentmindedly, too hungry to realize where the conversation might lead you to. Across you, Mingyu is silently listening to the conversation without any plan to join in and takes a sip of his wine.

“Was it that time you went to Exodus with Jisoo?” Jennie tilts her head, recalling the Instagram update Jisoo posted on her story with the club location pinned in one of the updates.

At her question, you choke on your drink while Mingyu is dignified enough to simply clears his throat as if his drink didn’t just go the wrong pipe. You wouldn’t have thought it was him reacting to the name if not for the way you accidentally meet his eyes for a split second before you quickly look elsewhere.

It was enough. A split second was enough for you to know that Mingyu knows. There was a spark of recognition in his eyes that he couldn’t hide quickly enough, as if something was made clear to him and you fear the illusion of Mingyu’s ignorance regarding that incident would break after this.

After what you hope is enough time to avoid Jennie’s—or anyone, in that matter—suspicions, you excuse yourself to the restroom with an awkward smile. You close the toilet door behind you and immediately slot the lock before you lean back and exhale a deep breath. You close your eyes in contempt, your fingers digging into your palms.

This shouldn’t change anything… right? You haven’t been working in SVT Inc. for long, but you’ve spent most of your time following Mingyu, Jennie, and Seungkwan, so it’s safe to say you’re actually more familiar with him than a lot of people on your floor.

That said, you feel like you know enough that Mingyu wouldn’t come to you and talk about this just for the sake of it. Kim Mingyu is a practical man, he does not do what’s not needed, and you’re 100% sure this is not necessary no matter how you see it.

After you’ve calmed down enough, you take another deep breath before you open the door. You check yourself in the mirror one more time, patting down your hair and making sure you look decent before you step out of the restroom.

Your breath almost stops when your eyes find Mingyu who also has just stepped out of the other restroom. Your eyes meet his and, for a second, you thought he’s going to say something by the way he’s holding your gaze. But Mingyu breaks the eye contact first, looks away and then makes his way back to the table without addressing you.

You’re not sure if you should be glad or disappointed by that.

When you return to your seat beside Seungkwan, the talk has turned into Jennie’s baby and the maternity glow she has beautifully embraced ever since her baby bump has started showing.

“I’m not going to lie. It’s a beautiful process, yeah, and I get why people kinda glorify it, but it’s still not something that everyone can just… go through,” Jennie says as she puts down her fork and knife. “I’m pretty lucky that my pregnancy hasn’t been that hard except for a few times, but you really can’t shame anyone for not wanting to get pregnant.”

Seungkwan nods in agreement, telling the story of how his sister has opted to adopt a child after settling down with her husband because she doesn’t think she can go through the pregnancy process herself.

“They love her so much and they’re considering adopting another child because they want her to have a sibling.” There’s a fond smile on his face, one that you can’t help but mirror as you remember the picture of Seungkwan and Minhee that decorates his desk in the office. “Plus, Minhee has actually been asking if she’s going to ever have a brother or sister like her other friends do.”

“Can I see her already, please?” you join in the flow of conversation. “I’ve known you for, like, a month and I’ve heard more about Minhee than I do my friend’s niece when I literally waited outside the labor room for this kid to be born.”

The table laughs at this, very aware of Seungkwan’s friendliness and tendency to talk about his dear niece to everyone he considers a friend.

“Do you like kids?” Seungkwan asks.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I do, to be honest,” you scrunch your nose and lean into your palm, suddenly conscious of the way everyone, especially Mingyu, is looking at you. You’re not sure why you’re even nervous, isn’t it normal that people pay attention to the person talking? “I find them cute. But I’ve never been one to…coddle them, you know? I don’t know how to act around them, but I enjoy looking at children play, I guess. Minhee sounds very lovely though, and I’ve never seen anyone who loves and talks about their niece as much as you do, so…”

“You know you have to coddle this one, right?” Jennie declares, making a point to place her hand on her rounding stomach as if there could be any other baby she’d be talking about.

“Maybe if you’re finally going to tell me if I’m going to have a niece or a nephew.”

For the first time that evening, Mingyu answers you even though he’s looking at your cousin, nonchalantly saying. “Oh? You’ve told me, though?”

Jennie doesn’t even have the time to glare at Mingyu, already busy trying to calm you down and convincing you that Mingyu totally finds out by accident and she most definitely did not tell him. You see him playfully grin at her and you don’t even realize you’ve been staring until Mingyu turns away from Jennie and catches your eyes. You quickly avert your gaze, pretending to pout at Jennie who’s already looking at you with guilt.

“Okay, tell me if you’d like to have a niece or a nephew?” Jennie tries to ease you up, though the both of you know you’re not really mad at her.

“I don’t mind either, but if I have to choose then… a niece,” you nod to yourself. “Little girls are cuter to me; I feel like they’re… less trouble.”

Mingyu accidentally snorts at this, but no one at the table finds this weird except for you. Seungkwan simply laughs while Jennie shakes her head, and you have enough sense to figure out this is probably some kind of an inside joke between the three of them.

You let them enjoy their little bubble without asking anything.

The night goes on peacefully after that; Seungkwan mainly keeps the table lively and all of you would laugh from time to time. Mingyu still doesn’t really address you, which you only lowkey mind, but you wonder if it’s just his way of warding off the wrong people from befriending him.

You’re pretty aware life as a young CEO must be hard despite his money. He’s rarely not working even when he’s off work, and you’re sure there must be people who have tried to leech off him due to his wealth and social standing.

Your mind suddenly takes you back to that night at the hotel and you frown at the realization, does he not have a partner? Frankly, you find it borderline believable and unbelievable that someone like Mingyu doesn’t have one. He’s probably either: 1. Too busy working that he’s not interested in it. or 2. Has a betrothed or something.

Okay, the second option is rather stereotypical when you don’t even have any idea if people of his class still do arranged marriages. But anyhow, you hope it’s not option 3 which consists of him being a bastard by sleeping with another person when he does have a partner.

Glancing at your phone, you realize it’s already 7 in the evening now. Mingyu seems to notice this too, quickly calling for the bill and says something about needing to go home quickly. For reasons that once again you’re not aware of, Seungkwan and Jennie simply nod in understanding, a teasing grin on their faces.

“Gyuri’s waiting, huh?” Seungkwan jokes, and you quickly register the unfamiliar name as your mind goes through a million scenarios of who this ‘Gyuri’ could be.

Mingyu nods with a suppressed grin, probably the most expression you’ve ever seen of him. Something inside you twists at it, though; did he have a partner, after all? One that waits for him at home?

You don’t dare to voice the curiosity out loud, not even to Seungkwan or Jennie, and you figure if this Gyuri person is important enough, you’ll find out sooner or later because the CEO would probably need you to fix his schedule to be with her.

You wonder why the bitter taste on your tongue refuses to leave even hours later when you’ve gone back to your apartment.

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angelplummie · 3 years

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Hiii! Could please get his for Ushijima taking care of his sick s/o? Thank youuu ( ◜‿◝ )♡

USHIJIMA TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK

USHIJIMA X GN!READER

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a/n: this is very relevant to me bc i have a honking cold rn so what the hell ushi is taking care of me rn ! also sorry if this is total waffle i’m like delirious ill LMAO let’s see how this goes!

warnings: mentions of not eating (not ed related)

• so

• originally, you planned he would never even know u were sick, you didn’t want to worry him

• that went about as well as you would imagine

• there you were chilling in your apartment, under your covers with tissues surrounding you as you scrolled through tik tok

• you see a couple that you want toshi to see, a few cat videos, some chinchillas, a sprinkle of golden retriever puppies, the usual

•you aren’t sure if he really likes the videos, because he only ever replies with a thumbs up emoji, so u can’t tell if he’s just humouring you, but you send them anyway cuz if he doesn’t like them he can just not watch them

• (he does like it actually, he loves when you send him that stuff, thinks the animals are very cute and he likes to know that you think of him when he’s away)

• but there’s a fatal flaw in this cute gesture, he’s not supposed to know that u can b on ur phone rn!!!!!!

• when it gets to his lunch break, he sits on on the bench and sees his phone with a bunch of notifs with you

• he shits himself a little bc he thinks somethings wrong, but then he sees it’s just tik toks he relaxes

• he watches them first (enjoys them greatly might i add), then says ‘thank you for the videos, i was worried that something was wrong when i saw texts from you in the middle of the day :>’

• (oh my GOD my heart de so uses :> :< /:< EEEE i love him so much he’s so cute)

• you reply as soon as you see the message, which makes him suspicious

• ‘aren’t you at work?’

• busted

• there’s no point lying now, so u tell him ur off sick

• he leaves you on read and 45 minutes later, there’s a very tall man at your door

• “Toshi!!! what are you doing here?”

• “why didn’t you tell me you were sick? i would’ve been here earlier. you shouldn’t be alone when your ill y/n it’s not safe”

• you ask him how he managed to get home so fast, which is when you find out he TOLD THE COACH YOU GOT IN A CAR ACCIDENT

• YOURE LIKE HUH?!?!!!? he just shrugs and goes “if i said u were ill it would’ve taken me longer to get here, he might not have let me come at all”

• you’re touched, even if toshi is a little scary in his reasoning

• he places a hand to your forehead gently, frowning when it’s boiling

• “You’re burning up Y/N, you’re lucky I came”

• looks at you worriedly, he says you look ‘pallid’, to which you insist youre fine, it’s just a bad cold

• (he, of course, doesn’t care if it’s a ‘bad cold’ he’s still worried and hates seeing you look so small and weak and tired)

• he asks you what you’ve eaten, thrusts a tangerine in your face when you say nothing

• “you’ve got to eat at least something or else you’ll feel worse”

• he’ll just sit there until you eat it, you’re too weak to protest

• after he feels he’s assessed the situation (medical professional he is) he feels you could handle being moved to the living room to watch a movie

• he’ll carry you bridal style to the living room and plop you down on the sofa, jogging to grab blankets to keep you from getting cold

• he also gets a big bottle of water and places it right next to your head where you lay on the sofa, because of course you hadn’t drunk enough today

• he asks you what you want to watch, and when you say you’re not sure, he tells you the name of ever DVD you own just for you to have the full selection

• you settle on Barbie Rapunzel, and he settles down on the floor in front of the sofa to watch with you

• you don’t like him sitting on the ground, so instead he sits with your legs on his lap, blanket barley covering his knees

• your hand reaches for his, and he takes in warmly, thumb rubbing lovingly on the back of your hand

• all throughout the movie he’s making little comments that make you laugh and force feeding you water at regular intervals too

• as the movie continues, you start to get sleepy, which goes unnoticed by toshi bc he’s actually very invested in the film (marry me)

• when he does notice you’ve fallen asleep, he makes a little ‘oh!’ and turns the sound down a little

• he looks at ur little sleepy face surrounded by covers, you look like a sickly little angel

• he squeezes your hand very gently and whispers “I love you, please get well soon.”

hey guys!!! hope u enjoyed my word vomit about how much i love ushijima, reblogs always appreciated! bye love u bye!!!

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red-writes · 3 years

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soft yan! shinsou x chubby! reader

summary: you keep receiving these letters in your mailbox from an unknown person, somehow you find yourself slowly falling for the creepy admirer until one day they decide to reveal themselves to you in the worst way possible—by looming over you while you sleep.

warnings: yandere behavior, insecurities, light smut.

Boo’s note: hi okay, this is dedicated to the annie that asked me for a shinsou fic, tbh I didn’t really know what to make it about bc u didn’t specify but here I hope you like it *^* uhh it’s also unedited im sorrrrry

Everyday at 7:00 am, the mailman drops off mail. Everyday at 7:10 am you’re rushing downstairs after stuffing half a bagel in your mouth to retrieve the stack of envelopes from the mailbox. The letters started appearing a month ago, pretty purple envelopes sealed with a cat sticker were amongst your mail everyday. You picked out the purple one and dropped the other unimportant, plain white envelopes on the coffee table. You took a seat on the couch and hurriedly opened it up.

My dearest love,

Last night I had a dream about you. You’re perfect face was smiling at me, you called my name and even held your hand out to me. You were so perfect I woke up crying. The more time that passes, the more I find myself falling deeper and deeper in the never-ending ocean that is you. So deep, so warm, comforting and gentle. Do you think that maybe one day, we could be happy together? That we could live a life together somewhere peaceful where you have me and I have you and that’s it. To me, that sounds like heaven, a world where the only person I only ever see is you. You’re my everything, my reason to live, to breathe and to continue living in this grueling world. I hope the rest of your day is good, I hope you enjoy yourself at the party.

xoxo,

shin.

After reading you couldn’t help the hard pounding of your heart, it was unusual yes, but you found his fondness for you quite endearing. You clutched the letter and held it to your chest. While it was strikingly odd that he knew about tonight’s party, you didn’t mind. Up until now shin had been harmless, never saying or doing anything too weird or creepy, nothing to warrant you to visit the local police station. You refolded the letter and tucked it back inside of the envelope. Instead of mulling over small details, you needed to find something to put on tonight!

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It was a charity event for the company you worked for, everyone from the hero deku to chargebolt was in attendance. Big parties like this were not your scene but you had to go, your boss invited you personally and you didn’t want to let him down. You took a drink off of one of the tables and made your way to a less crowded corner of the room. You took rare sips of your champagne as you sighed. This place was definitely not your scene.

“You look fabulous tonight” you hear from beside you, you’re quick to turn your head and your eyes lay upon none other than the mind-jacking hero, Shinsou!

You’re quick to bow, “ah! Mr.shinsou, sir, it’s an honor to meet you” you greet and he’s chuckling softly.

“Hey now, don’t worry about being too formal with me” he says, voice gentle as he rests a hand on your shoulder. Your face is burning, he told you that you looked nice! The number five hero just complimented you!

“Thank-thank you” you say and quickly take another sip of your drink to try and calm your nerves, “you look nice as well”

He gives you a genuine smile, “you’re so sweet”

You can hardly breathe right now, Shinsou first told you that you looked nice and now he was calling you sweet? Was this your lucky day or something?

“Well Shinsou I-”

“Oh! Hitoshi, I’ve been looking for you man!”

Chargebolt walked over to where the two of you were standing and wrapped his arm around Shinsou’s neck. He began pulling him away, going on about how ground zero almost slapped one of the patrons. Shinsou turned to wave goodbye to you and you did the same. Once he was out of sight you released a breathe you hadn’t know you’d been holding in. Tonight felt like a dream, you really didn’t want to wake up from it.

“y/n! There you are, I need to you take pictures of me and some of our guests!” Your boss yells and you’re sighing, downing the rest of your drink before you rest it on a neighboring table.

“Coming sir!”

well maybe you were ready to wake up from it now.

The next day at the same time you retrieved your mail, you’d shuffled through it several times and yet you hadn’t found that signature purple envelope. The day after that and even the day after that one there was no letter for you in the mail. It stung. Maybe they’d lost interest in you? Maybe they decided that you weren’t good enough after all?

The sixth day after receiving no letter you’d decided to give up, it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. You threw yourself onto your bed as soon as you got out the shower. You’d been doing poorly at work lately, your mind too busy focusing on those purple envelopes rather than the stack of paper work in front of you. You pulled the sheets up to your chin and shut your eyes, praying that you wouldn’t dream of that person or their kind words.

There was an odd sensation you got, it felt like cold air was hitting your body. Were you still dreaming? You didn’t leave your window open. Your eyes fluttered open, your vision still slightly blurry as you came to. Your sat up and rubbed your eyes. From the corner of your eye you saw a figure standing there. Fear that laid dormant until now began to unfurl itself in your gut, you slowly turned your head to face it and there he was.

“M-mr.Shinsou?!” You whisper yelled, he gave you a soft smile and held his hands up in front of him.

“You caught me” he says and begins walking towards you, you’re scurrying away from him on the bed.

“Why- why are you here?!” you hold the sheet up in front of you like a shield.

“I felt guilty about not sending letters for so long..I made you sad and I couldn’t forgive myself for that so I came to make it up to you” he explains and your still sleep filled mind was struggling trying to comprehend his words.

“Letters..you’re the one who has been sending me all of those letters?” You ask and he nods, he takes a seat on the edge of your bed and that familiar pounding of your heart is back. It was him, the person you’d been longing for, for so long now.

“Mhm, everything I said in those letters were true as well, how beautiful I think you are, how addicting your personality is, how absolutely sinful I think your body is..” he whispers and you feel air caught in your throat. Shinsou inches closer and closer to you and in a flash of purple he pins you underneath him.

“Mr.Shinsou..-”

“Hitoshi, call me Hitoshi” he corrects.

His head slowly lowers until his face is millimeters from yours, his breath is hot against your lips and you can’t help but shut your eyes, you’d been wanting this- wanting him for such a long time now. Shinsou’s lips press gently against yours and you find yourself kissing back, your lips move in a glorious synchronous. The kiss was one of passion and hunger; proof that the two of you had been longing for the other. You pulled away from him, lungs grateful for the ability to breathe again.

“Hitoshi..” you whisper and Shinsou sucks in a breath before his hands move downwards to pull at the hem of your night gown.

“Can I?” He asks and you find yourself nodding. The number five hero, the man who has been stalking you, sending you letters that if you were anyone else would find creepy, the man you’d fallen for…

You raised your arms in the air as he slowly began lifting the sheer cloth off of you revealing your nude body to him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your arms folded to cover your exposed chest.

“Y-you might be disillusioned after seeing me completely naked..if you regret choosing me to give your heart to, I don’t blame you” you shyly confess and Shinsou’s eyes widen.

“I could never, I've merely dreamt about this day every night for months on end...you are the most beautiful person I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.” He says, his hands gently pry your arms away from your body and you can feel hot tears well up in your eyes as he lays you back against the soft blankets.

His lips are soft as they press themselves against every bit of exposed skin, his kisses don't shy away from stretch marks or any of your other insecurities. A warm, heated feeling that blossoms in your chest.

Love? Desire? Serendipity?

It felt like all three combined into one big ball of sentiment.

His hands gently massaged your breasts evoking soft mewls of his name from you. His hands slivered downwards to grope the flesh of your stomach.

“Soft beautiful...” he mumbles, his hands move even further downwards and cup the warmth between your legs. The feeling of his hand directly against you has your legs spreading, giving yourself completely to him. His fingers gently rub circles at your clit, your hips stutter up into his touch, moans and whimpers tumble out of your mouth dumbly. The situation you've been so eager for, for so long was finally upon you.

Your back arches off the mattress as he slides a slim finger inside of you, the sensation feels much fuller than your own fingers do. You beg him to go faster, add more and make you feel better than you have ever before and he's shushing your lust filled ramblings with a kiss.

“I need to savor this moment, I won’t get many more like this” he expresses and your concern is evident on your face but he doesn't allow you to ponder on his words. He adds in another finger and curls them upwards, pressing them against the spongy sweet spot, his head ducks down and his lips wrap firmly around your clit and suck on the aching bud. Your eyes roll back into your head and your body shakes, unable to handle to the newfound euphoria.

“Ah- shinsou! I’ll- cumming!” your cunt spasms around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, you grip onto the sheets around you as your thighs shake.

“You look so pretty like this, so so pretty” he compliments, before you know it your eyes are involuntarily fluttering shut. You're scared, panic fills you at the thought of him not being here when you wake up, you don't want this to be another fever dream.

When you awake the next morning you feel heavy. Your body slumped with the exhaustion of the previous nights activities. You're eyes widen as your hand feels around the bed, your fingers bump into the heat of another body and there is. The yellow halo from the sun is cast over his head as his chest rises and falls.

You scoot in close enough so that your noses are just barely touching. His eyes begin creaking open and purple gems meet your own.

“Good morning”

“Morning..”

Questions about what he meant last night could wait…you wanted spend your time right now loving him.

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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if you feel comfortable with it, I’d love a prof Spence where reader is a student and goes to office hours to initiate ~smutty goodness~ but Spencer is reluctant at first bc his job but they flirt more and eventually sleep together

me n my professor kink when i saw this: 😏 anyway yes i am quite comfortable writing about this lol. i took some ✨creative liberties✨ with your request so i'm sorry if it isn't exactly what you wanted!

summary: reader is a student in Dr. Reid’s class, but she’s been something of a poor student-- office hours are the only solution.

relationship: Fem!Reader/Professor!Spencer

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, super brief hair-pulling, creampie, dirty talk, spanking, age gap, degradation-- he gets pretty dominant oops.

word count: 4.5k

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popping in a piece of gum, I make my way to the back of the hall. there are a few people here already, but it's a little early. I'm never early. in fact, I'm usually late; my other class is on the other side of campus, and getting here involves a lot of embarrassing speed-walking.

but here I am, five minutes ahead of schedule and actually in a decent seat. as I flip open my textbook and pull my laptop out of my bag to prepare to take notes, my gaze slides down to the corner of the room, where Dr. Reid is standing up with a pile of papers. he walks over to the girl in the front row, handing her the stack and gesturing for her to pass it along.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. he's a total luddite. the first day, Dr. Reid spent about ten minutes rambling about the importance of reading from a physical book rather than online sources-- which, although I definitely agree with, means a lot more lugging around folders and organizing all the readings he gives out. if he wasn't so hot, I would have switched into another course.

and I know it's wrong to be daydreaming about my professor slamming me into a wall while he discusses the intricacies of quantum theory. the complete cliché of it is embarrassing. but still, I just can't stop thinking about him: how his fingers would feel around my throat, the smooth wooden surface of his desk against my cheek as he bends me over and pulls my panties to the side--

"glad to see you've decided to join us, today, Ms. Y/L/N." Dr. Reid's voice startles me out of my thoughts. he's standing towards the front of the room while students file in. his hands are resting in his pockets with his eyebrows pleasantly raised.

"glad to see you've noticed." I retort, too irritated with his comment to care about being polite.

a couple people look at me. even though I'm generally not on time, he tends to just glance my way when I walk in and leaves it at that. I know he doesn't like it, although I personally don't care. I hate this course.

he seems visibly surprised by my response but doesn't reply, gaze lingering on mine before he turns to speak to a student trying to get his attention. I bite back a smile. fucking asshole.

as usual, Dr. Reid writes in his thin, messy lettering on the board while wandering around the front of the room. he's quite fidgety, even though his voice doesn't betray any sort of nervousness. it's like he's naturally overactive.

every word out of his mouth is enunciated, sometimes spoken faster when he gets particularly impassioned by the subject. he's interesting to look at, too. messy curls and a nice suit, stubble that straddles the line between refinement and ruggedness.

I type quickly, but it isn't fast enough and the strange illustrations he does on the board only complicate things. I try to write them down in my notebook, but my handwriting is jagged; sometimes it's hard to read. when a student raises her hand for a clarification, I take the opportunity to catch up.

my head jerks up as soon as I'm finished and he's looking at me while he speaks. even from so many feet away, the intensity strikes me. he's gesticulating and crossing the room. I hold eye contact.

I wonder if he dates often; a couple of the girls in my row always stare at him throughout the lectures. he seems to be completely unaware of the effect he has on people. sometimes I'll see him in the hallway and he has his nose buried in a book, or a to-go cup of coffee, or both. either way, there seems to be no more room in that head of his for romance.

which, naturally, makes me curious about how he looks when he's on the edge of orgasm. if that composure is replaced with a contorted pleasure. I want to break him.

it's like he can read my thoughts, because Dr. Reid averts his gaze. my stomach twists with a strange anticipation. he avoids looking my way for the rest of the time.

towards the end of class, I start to pack my things to go. I have three papers to write, and my utter lack of interest in this is making me eager to leave. I shove my textbook into my bag the second my professor starts to make closing remarks.

"don't forget that we have a midterm in two weeks!" he says in a slightly louder voice as people start to move around. "if you have any questions, my office hours are posted on the bulletin board outside."

at this, my eyebrows rise. I forgot about the midterm. I have a study calendar set up for all my subjects, but I've purposefully been putting this one off. I'm not super into math. and it doesn't help that most of my time is spent not listening. when I am, it doesn't make sense.

as I stand up and gather my stuff, I hear someone clearing their throat a couple feet away. my head turns to see Dr. Reid leaning against his desk.

"Ms. Y/L/N, can I see you for a second?"

my heart stutters in my chest. is this about my attitude? he's never asked to see me outside of lessons before.

I frown, making my way to him with a deliberate pace. the tension in the room builds as I watch the last of his students shuffle out of the room. my head turns from the door to him; my breath catches a little in my throat at the set of his jaw. part of me hopes I get yelled at.

"I'm concerned about your participation in this class." he says. his voice isn't cruel, but it is brutally honest— which is worse. participation? I feel my fist clench at my side. my professors don't usually say anything if you aren't doing things up to their expectations; if you aren't, then they give you a bad grade. simple as that.

"is this about me being late?" I ask. he lets out a sigh before answering. he sounds disappointed.

"you're constantly tardy, and when you hand in your homework, you barely seem to have put in the effort. it's messy."

"messy?" I start to get annoyed. I'm only doing this so that I can get my degree. it's a fucking requirement. even though I'm not the biggest fan of mathematics, I still do my best and hand in my assignments on time. plus, the latest I arrive is five minutes-- it's not like I'm stumbling in halfway through the lesson.

"you've never come to office hours to ask for help or explained your lateness, which I, as your professor, would have appreciated." he scolds. honestly, I don't know what to say. my eyes narrow.

"I have my studio class on the other side of campus." I explain. "I should have emailed about that and I'm sorry, but I'm also not being lax about my work."

he goes around to the other side of his desk and glances up at me while he organizes some loose documents to pack away. he looks way too good when he's exasperated: his hands tighten around the papers, his eyebrows come together in this cute way. his tie is a little crooked, too.

"are you struggling with the content?"

"sometimes, yeah. but I can handle reaching out for help if I need it." I reply. he's pissing me off with these questions. I can see from the expression on his face that he's surprised by my reaction.

"really?" he slides some books into his messenger bag. that was definitely sarcastic; I know it was. "because it doesn't really seem like you have."

"I like to find help on my own." I shoulder my bag and cross my arms over my chest. there's no way he's gonna talk to me like that and expect me to not respond in kind.

"I'm reserving a slot on Wednesday evening for you," he looks up and holds my gaze. hazel irises that dare me to challenge him further. "I want you in office hours so that we can figure out how you're gonna catch up before the midterm."

"fine." I turn on my heel and leave. I know I'm not supposed to talk to my professor like that, or even to behave with such apprehension. but something about him makes me angry in the kind of way that settles in my stomach. I hate that he's right. I'm not going to do well on that damn test if I don't get some help.

but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun with it.

when I rush into his office on Wednesday evening, the sun is just starting to set through his window. there's a pinkish glow that smooths over Dr. Reid's desk as he glances up at me. I had to run to get here.

"you're late." he nods to the clock on the wall. I roll my eyes.

"only one minute, though. I had another class."

he sighs and folds his hands on his desk. "how are you doing today, Ms. Y/L/N?" a strangely polite question for the look on his face. he's frustrated with me.

"I'm quite well, Dr. Reid." I smile brightly, slightly excited by the anger on his face, and sit at the chair in front of his desk.

"I didn't know you were interested in art." he says simply. I'm confused for a moment before I remember that I told him that the course before his is a studio lesson.

"I didn't know you cared."

"do you make a habit of that?" he quirks an eyebrow.

"of what?" my expression is saccharine.

"being rude to people who control your grades."

"unless you're considering being unethical in your practices and allowing your personal opinion of me to influence my grade, then no." I counter. he's silent for a moment, taking in my words like they've left a mark on him.

"well, you'd most likely fail if I asked you to leave my office hours right now. whose fault would that be?" he fidgets with his hands and leans forward just a bit, his voice dropping to a lower tone. I bite back a smile.

"you wouldn't."

"and why is that?" he baits.

"because you're not a shitty professor, Dr. Reid," I lean back in my chair and cross my legs. "as angry as you are, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you kicked me— a struggling student— out of here for giving you a little attitude."

"a little attitude?" he scoffs. "you've spent the whole semester completely ambivalent."

"not completely." I shrug.

"Y/N, you draw all over your tests and leave at least one problem half-finished every time. you obviously aren't learning." he chuckles mirthlessly. I concede this point; I like to doodle when I'm bored. and there's absolutely nothing more boring to me than numbers.

"okay," I sit up and rest my elbows on the edge of his desk, staring at him. "then teach me."

Dr. Reid holds my gaze for a long moment. we're suspended, it seems, as his lips part and he finds himself speechless. the way I said the words obviously has another layer to it-- he just has to decide whether or not to take the bait.

"what are you struggling with?" he clears his throat and sits up a bit straighter in his seat. that answers my question, I guess. I poke my tongue between my teeth gently, but then pull out my notebook and flip it to a page with some problems outlined on it.

"these." I toss the thing onto his side and he begins to run through the assignment. I watch him pick up a pen and start to explain the steps, slipping into his usual educational tone. his shoulders relax a little as he writes.

I can't see right from the angle I'm at, so I stand and come around onto his side. I hear him pause his speaking for a moment at my proximity, but he doesn't move away.

"does that make sense?" he asks me once he's finished running through the first problem. he basically did all the work. the professor's head turns to gauge my reaction to the explanation, but his eye line is right at the hem of my skirt-- which is already pretty short. for all his attempts to be subtle, he gulps and looks up at me.

"mostly." I brush a piece of hair behind my ear and pretend to scratch at a spot on my upper thigh, dragging the edge of my skirt with it until he can see the smooth skin beneath, practically begging for his touch. "can I ask you a question?"

"sure." he keeps his eyes almost too focused on mine. I try to hide the smile tugging at my lips. now or never, I guess.

"what's your policy on professor/student relationships?"

"my-- my what?" this time, he's audibly scattered when he turns to me. his eyes are wide, dark. even he can't hide his feelings.

"you know," I run my fingertips over the tweed shoulder of his jacket. I can sense the tension beneath his clothes. "like, your policy on fucking a student."

"I--" his cheeks turn pink. he's flustered, albeit not rejecting my touch. "I've never had to think about it before."

"hmm," I look off to the side as if considering this point. his chair is fully turned to face me now, and I'm standing in front of him, almost completely his for the taking. all he has to do is close the gap. "well, what are you thinking about it right now?"

"it's wrong." he stumbles over the words.

"why?"

"well, I mean, you're a student--"

"for a semester that's almost over." I cut him off. he opens and closes his mouth. I take a deep breath, toying with the hem of my skirt. "I know you've been looking at me during class."

"w-what?"

"you're pretty good at hiding it, but you call on me a lot and you get all messed up when I hold eye contact too long during lectures." I say.

he looks down and back up apologetically. he's just sitting there, lap wide open. so I do what any sane girl in my position would do: I climb into it, straddling him and resting my arms around his neck. he sucks in a breath.

"you pretend I'm such a pain," I lean down by his ear, my core drawing over his pants. he tenses as I speak. "but you like that I'm your little problem."

"Y/N..." he trails off, but his hips are bucking up into mine.

"see?" I look between our bodies at his movements, then at him. I smirk as I look into those lust-darkened eyes. after a moment of him not speaking, I straighten. "look, I'll leave you alone if it really bothers you--"

as I start to get off his lap, he grabs me and pulls me back down. the force hits my center at just the right angle and I let out a slight mewl. he hears the sound and before I can register the pleasure, he grabs my face and yanks me closer to kiss him.

god, he feels so good. I rock my hips against his while our lips pass over each other hungrily. so much tension built up over the past few months, so many thoughts I've had of him, now coming to fruition. it's amazing.

"not so 'wrong' now, is it?" I chuckle against his mouth.

"shut up." he orders. one moment of broken contact to slide my top over my head and throw it on the floor.

I sigh as he starts to kiss across my jaw and down my throat. "I like when you talk like that, Dr. Reid."

one hand grips my hips tighter and he releases a groan against my skin.

"is that why you're such a fucking brat in my class?" he bites my collarbone and I moan. "because you want me to put you in your place?"

"mhmm." I hum. his fingertips move under my skirt, sliding up my thighs and toying with the waistband of my panties. he teases me by grazing my slit over the fabric, inhaling sharply at the wet patch.

"sitting in the back of my room, fucking dripping..." he mumbles to himself as he starts to rub me.

"touch me." I breathe out, trying to gain the friction that I need.

"not if you're gonna be a brat." he removes his hand and I let out a frustrated noise as I try to find the pressure I need elsewhere by grinding down on him. he grunts at the way I pant into his mouth, trying to kiss him with every chance I get. his lips are so smooth and sweet against mine. there's something affectionate about it even in its ferocity.

"I'll be good." I practically beg.

"that's what I thought." he slides his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches me whimper on top of him.

"come on, Spencer..." I use the name for the first time and he grabs my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks.

"not my name, sweetheart." he stares into my eyes expectantly and I smirk.

"you're fucked up, doctor."

"so are you."

after he says that, he lifts me off his lap and stands up, pushing between my shoulder blades until my face is pressed onto the desk. I let out a needy whine, wiggle my ass back in hopes of finding his crotch, but he's not willing to give me that, yet.

instead, he gently touches my skirt, flipping it up so that he can see my ass. immediately, he starts to knead it. my palms are pressed flat against the desk with anticipation, silently thankful that my panties are still on. I think I'd be dripping down my thighs if they weren't.

"are you gonna be more respectful?" his voice is low, one hand tracing over my back. I shake.

"mhmm."

"I won't spank you if you don't use your words, sweetheart."

"yes." I choke out, no longer wanting to give any sort of resistance. I had no idea there was this side of him, and I love it.

he loves it too, apparently, because his hand comes down sharply on my ass. I yelp at the contact and he runs his fingers over the point of impact, rubbing the flesh gently.

"too hard, baby?" he checks.

"harder." I beg. I can't see his face, but I can sense his smile as if it's my own. his palm hits me again, and I gasp.

"you like being punished?"

"yes." strangled and desperate.

he slips his finger beneath the fabric of my panties, collecting my essence and letting out a quiet moan when he feels me. I push my hips against his fingers, partly expecting him to remove all the pressure, but he doesn't bother waiting.

he slips his index inside and I gasp. starts to push in and out, his silence proving his arousal. I can practically feel his eyes on me. the pace increases a bit and he slides in his middle finger. I buck against the desk.

"oh fuck!" I cry out as he starts to go faster. he curls them against my walls and I arch my back.

"two fingers and you're already breaking?" Spencer chuckles as he moves inside me. he keeps one hand on my ass while he does it, starting to finger me at a ridiculous speed while I pant and moan and cry.

"I--" I gulp down air. "I need you in it."

he bends down by my ear, never breaking his rhythm. my legs are shaking from the force. "you need my cock?"

"yes," I feel myself closing in around him. "god, yes."

"you're lucky I wanna fuck you so bad." he mutters. I grin as I hear the clink of his belt coming undone, the sliding through the belt loops, the sound of him stripping down to nothing. I can feel my excitement on the inside of my thighs, spread around by his reckless fingers as he removes my panties and skirt.

he grinds himself against my pussy, coating himself in me, while he releases low, longing moans. I suck in a breath when the head pushes in, every inch pushing me open a little more. I don't have the ability to form words, so I bite my lip and grip onto the edge of the desk until my knuckles turn white.

his breath stops for a moment before he groans.

"so ready for me."

he's not even all the way in, and he has to pause to let me adjust. when he taps the inside of my thigh for me to part them more, I do it quickly and beg him to fill me up. I can barely take the pressure between my hips, but it burns in an inviting way.

"keep going." I direct him. he runs his hands over the curve of my waist and starts to thrust into me at a rate that leaves me panting. it's not too fast or slow, just impatient and needy. every sound that spills from his lips turns me on more.

"where'd the attitude go, huh?" he digs his hips into mine. his cock hits my cervix and I squeak against the wood, but he holds my back down. I don't even try to argue with him, too overcome with the pleasure that's coursing through my limbs. he starts to build up his speed. "don't have much to say when you're getting fucked?"

"Dr. Reid--" I moan.

he plows into me so hard, the desk shifts on the floor and he grabs my ass with both hands.

"take it, baby. fucking take it."

I get up on my elbows to look behind me, just to glimpse how he looks as he gets closer. his curls have fallen more in his face, and his shirt is gone. I want to touch him desperately, to feel the lovely skin of his torso and arms and everything else, but he keeps me down for the most part. all I get is the sight of his mouth open and his hips moving quickly against mine.

"look at me, there you go." he grabs my face and holds me there, our eyes locked. mine are welling at the sheer overwhelming pleasure inside, but his are dark and intense. they search mine for something I can only hope to offer.

"that feels so good, Dr. Reid." I pant. he bites his lip as he watches my mouth hanging open in lecherous shock.

"I bet it does," he explores my body. "coming in here, hoping I fuck you like you deserve. you're lucky I'm going easy on you."

"thank you." I whine.

"you might need some extra lessons, yeah?" he grunts out, moving into me with a bruising force.

"yes, please." I whisper. my voice is practically gone at this point, my mind entirely focused on the knot building in my stomach.

"what was that, baby?" he pulls my hair gently.

"yes— fuck— yes, please, Dr. Reid."

"what a beautiful girl." he smirks. I whimper when he runs his fingernails down my ribcage. I can feel it coming from the way he starts to move tumultuously, every thrust pushing harder and seeking more release. it's fervent, how he takes me and grips my hips like the force itself will push him over the edge.

"I'm so close..." I breathe out as I try for as much friction as I can.

"show me," he drops down so his stomach is flush to my back. "show me how you cum, Y/N."

the way he says my name-- husky and warm and full of lust-- causes me to snap. I cry out as he reaches around to clamp a hand around my mouth, climaxing and pulsing around his dick as I drop down against the surface again. I want him to finish inside, so I do my best to keep him here. and his thrusts are getting more staccato as he chases the sensation my walls create.

"can I fill you, angel?" he asks. he's breathing right by my ear, and the feeling is sending shivers down my spine. I love how his weight feels.

"yes." I moan and he slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them while he orgasms, jerking into my pussy and letting out unholy sounds of ecstasy. he says unintelligible things in the throes of his orgasm. pounds into me until I'm sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"jesus christ, Y/N." he slows to a stop. when he pulls his cock out of me, the absence makes me whine. I miss his body already.

"oh my god." I clench my hands into fists as I try to catch my breath. I'm still bent over the desk as though I've been completely sapped of all my energy. I suppose I have. he doesn't touch me for a moment in the spirit of letting me recover from the small shudders still running over my skin.

"that was great." he says after we've both had time to fill our lungs. I push myself onto my elbows again.

"correct." I grin and straighten up more until I'm standing. he stares at me, at the cum now dripping down my legs, entranced.

"let me get you something to clean up." he snaps out of it a little. I can't stop looking at him, either, in love with the way he moves and the way he breathes after exerting himself on my body.

"come here." I bite my lip. for some reason, despite what we just did, this is scarier than everything else. he steps closer and I reach up, kiss him softly. part of me worries that he'll pull away and be terrified. maybe that he'll tell me that I've read too much into this.

he's much gentler than before. our first kiss was full of need and primal desire, but this is more affectionate. I remove myself from his embrace.

"okay, you can go now." I giggle. his fingertips linger on my waist and he smiles. I push his shoulder. "I literally have your cum all over me-- go."

"fine." he starts to put his clothes on.

"does this mean I get an A?" I joke. Spencer shakes his head.

"nice try. when we're done cleaning you up, we're gonna sit down and figure this out."

I let out a whine, and he kisses my cheek before looking me in the eyes. "it'll be fun. I promise."

"math is not fun."

"I can't believe I like a girl who doesn't enjoy such a beautiful subject." he rolls his eyes and I giggle. he's perfect.

#spencer reid #spencer reid one shot #dr. reid #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #professor reid

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likelylarks · 2 years

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okay but like Daniel swearing at Max as he’s pushing out baby #3, telling Max he’s never ever touching him again, and Max just being like “okay” (Daniel gave him three precious children that’s all he needs). But then 2 months later Daniel feeling very insecure because Max hasn’t been intimate with him at all? All of the angst about how Max doesn’t find him attractive or whatever, and just more angst until Max finally stutters out a “I thought you didn’t want that. Anymore”

okay sorry this is going to be a tragic (truly tragic IM SORRY (my head hurts 🥺)) mix of just answering an ask and actual written out nonsense bc that’s how my brain works xx also it’s really long bc my self control is zero (0)

this whole pregnancy tho max has been super attentive, super there! like they’re royalty, they have servants or whatever, but when daniel wakes up and wants flavored ice from the kitchens it’s max that rolls out of bed and goes to get it for him! he’s a good alpha for daniel :) so when the babies start to come and the midwife and doctor and whomever try to send max away, saying it’s no place for an alpha, both max and daniel protest! max is staying!!

and it’s the most comforting thing for daniel bc max smells so good and it’s nice to have that comfort while his body is trying to force out three children and it’s the most terrifying thing in the world for max bc daniel is in pain and max caused it and max can’t do anything other than hold daniels hand and push daniels sweaty curls out of his eyes

and daniel is death gripping his hand and max is kissing his fingers and he can’t look at the bloody mess between daniel's legs, he can only look at daniel’s face and daniel tells max, “this is the worst thing i’ve ever done, you are never knocking me up again, i swear” and he doesn’t really mean it because he already loves baby number one and baby number two it’s just that he’s tired and the bastard doctor told him to push again as if he hadn’t been this whole fucking time?? but max says “okay, baby, whatever you want” and kisses his knuckles again and daniel pushes out baby number three and his body is spent!!!! but then max is giving him one of them and holding the other two close and their whole family is so perfect

daniel loves max and loves their babies (and he hopes max will grow to love the four of them) and max loves daniel and loves their babies (and he hopes daniel doesn’t hate the four of them too much, it’s all so much more than he ever hoped for on their wedding night)

but as stated! max does not!! touch daniel at all!! daniel is so confused by this? bc max doesn’t seem grossed out? when daniel feeds the babies, max doesn’t look away - well, he does, but he’s doing the lovely little blush he used to do like when daniel would be naked in front of him before max got comfortable - and when daniel changes in front of max, he doesn’t avoid looking at daniel? he just?

he doesn’t do more than perfunctorily kiss daniel good morning and good night and he doesn’t press up behind daniel in bed or join him in the baths and maybe max isn’t blushing bc he thinks daniel looks good but because he’s so embarrassed of how his mate looks now, daniel had thought he’d handled pregnancy pretty well - had still been an omega max could be proud of (when had he started caring about being an omega an alpha could be proud of? probably when he got an alpha so desperate to make him proud), but maybe not?

but max didn’t seem to resent the babies at all, which was good, he spent all of his free time with them, talking to them and holding them and reading to them and sometimes daniel would come in to feed them and instead of finding them with the nurses, he’d just find them with max, cradled in his arms as he spoke to them in a low voice

“And I hope you all grow up to look just like Daddy. He’s the best, most beautiful person in the world and you’re so lucky he’s your Daddy.” Max’s voice was soft with sincerity.

Daniel paused, still hidden in the shadowed doorway. Normally Max spoke to the babies in Dutch. This was the first time he’d ever understood what Max was saying to them.

One of the babies gurgled and Max laughed delightedly. “Yes, yes, that’s right. Daddy is the prettiest.” Something hot churned in Daniel’s gut. Why was Max saying that to them when he so clearly didn’t believe it at all?

(i’m gonna be honest i can’t write out this transition to save my life) daniel gets really mad and bursts in bc what kind of precedent is it for max to be lying to the babies so early on in their lives!!! smth smth “Why are you acting like you still want to fuck me?!“ or smth along those lines (he smells terrible, max Freaks out)

“I thought. You said.” Max was wide eyed, startled. As if Daniel had backed him into a corner despite them being in the spacious nursery. He swallowed and looked down at the babies still in his arms. Daniel took pity on him and took their daughter from where she had been cradled between the two boys.

Daniel gently laid her in her cradle and waited for Max to place the boys in their respective places before turning to glare at Max. “I said what?” His voice felt like shards in his throat.

Max couldn’t meet his gaze, instead just staring at the three, now sleeping, infants. They probably would grow up to look a lot like Daniel. “When they were born, you said. You said you didn’t want me to, to -“ His voice was small. “Of course, that is okay, they are enough.” Max reached out to stroke their daughter’s cheek gently. Her eyelashes fluttered in response and Daniel felt his lips upturn involuntarily. Max’s voice grew even smaller. “I just, I thought you didn’t want that. Me. Anymore.”

“Max.” Daniel felt all the breath rush out of him at once. He sucked in a breath, Max’s sweet sincerity overlaying the sharp anxiety. Max glanced at Daniel, biting his lip. Daniel couldn’t help himself, he flung himself at Max, burying himself in Max’s neck. The Alpha turned toward him, catching Daniel up in his arms. “I do want you, I just said that because giving birth sucks but I want you I promise.” He tightened his hold on Max. “As long as you want me, I know, being pregnant changed how I look and-“

Max made a loud noise of protest against Daniel’s neck, “Of course I want you!” He pulled back from Daniel to force their eyes to meet. “You are so beautiful now and were before and when you were pregnant. I’m sorry I have not told you enough. I did not know how to tell you without making it seem like I wanted to bed you all the time. Which,” Max grinned sheepishly, “I do. You are perfect. I love you.”

Daniel couldn’t help it. He closed the gap between them, sealing their lips together. He felt incandescent warmth radiating through to his fingertips and toes. He didn’t disconnect from Max permanently in any way as he nudged him into their bedchambers. Max wanted to bed him. All the time, apparently.

and bc this ask is already so fucking long i’m not going to detail the grossly sappy sex they have but it’s the most loving, endearing, tooth rotting knotting you’ve ever seen and can imagine of your own free will, daniel cannot walk straight for a week after their lovemaking :)

“Max! Max, wake up!”

Max shot up, bleary eyed. He hit his deep sleep quickly. It was something Daniel found endearing about him, except when he was trying to wake Max to send him for something Daniel wanted. Or when Daniel was trying to tell him something.

“Daniel? Wha-? Did you need something?” Max already had one leg out from under the covers, ready to get Daniel whatever he asked for. He was perfect.

“No, Maxy, I don’t need anything, I just forgot to tell you.” Max paused his movement out of the bed to squint at Daniel. Daniel tugged Max back under their blankets. “I forgot to tell you, il mio tesoro, I love you too.”

In the flickering candlelight, Daniel could see the smile take over Max’s whole face. Max’s pleased scent curled through the room and over Daniel as Max pulled the Omega into his arms. Max settled back into the pillows and Daniel settled into Max’s chest. Daniel breathed in their combined scents, smiling; his Alpha still wanted him, his Alpha loved him.

#larks answers #love you anon 💛#maxiel #(finally IM SORRY)#this is rough and bad im sorryyyyy #literally taken me days to answer this and its still a mess :(#royalty abo

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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What You Fight About

part 2

A/N: just something I thought about

Headcanon: what you two would fight about the most

Warnings: toxic behaviors, yelling, cursing, angst

Midoriya Izuku:

his absence

being the number one hero is demanding

it’s also been his dream since he could remember

you understood that, but that didn’t mean it didn’t frustrate you when he’d disappear for days at a time

izuku tries to balance his job and home life

but it isn't enough

~~~

You and Izuku don’t fight much. In fact, you never really do. You’re both so compromising that disagreements rarely happen.

But when your kid is involved, that complacency slips away. Even when it comes to one another.

“I’m done talking about this.”

“Honey, why won’t you just listen to me?” he begged, but the irritation in his tone gave it more sharpness than he intended. “[S/N] doesn’t need the tutor. It’s just the teacher.”

You began to pick up the leftover toys from floor more so to expel pent up energy rather than to simply clean. You scoffed, shaking your head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Excuse me?” Midoriya snipped. His eyes followed you as you discarded the toys and crossed your arms beside the couch, finally giving him your attention. “I think I know my own son, Y/N.”

Izuku cared so much for your child and you knew that. But that underlying message your brain processed within his words pissed you off.

“And you think I don’t?”

“I just don’t think you’re giving him enough credit.”

An incredulous laugh left your lips before they moved into a frown. “He’s failing 4th grade, Izuku. We can’t move him to a different classroom every time he gets a bad grade. At some point, we have to take responsibility! He needs the extra help!”

“You just don’t understand,” the hero muttered, running a hand through his hair.

What he said shouldn’t have set you off, but it did. Everything suddenly flooded your head. All the stress you had to deal with alone bubbled up your throat and exploded.

“No, you don’t understand!”

“Yes I do!”

“How!? You’re barely in his fucking life anyways!”

It went silent shortly after that.

The outburst felt good, but the aftermath made your squeeze with guilt. Izuku’s frown softened into shock before melting into something deeper than pain.

Once your words finally processed through your head, you immediately tried to take it back.

“Izuku, I didn’t mean that—”

“Yes you did.”

You thickly swallowed and averted your eyes to the floor. He was right. You did. You’d been wanting to say it for so long, but this wasn’t the way you planned to deliver those thoughts.

Your gaze moved back to your husband once he gathered his duffle bag and slid on his shoes.

“Baby,” you sighed, your voice much softer than before. It was almost insane how easily the anger left you. “Where are you going?”

You wilted with his next words. “I’ll stay over at the agency. To give you some space. We’ll talk more after we’ve both cooled down,” he sadly smiled.

Despite the hurt silver-lining his green eyes, Midoriya softly held your chin and kissed your forehead. Something he always did when your disagreements didn’t end on a good note. As if to reassure you that, even though he was upset, he still loved you all the same.

And that just made you feel worse.

“’Zuku—”

“Don’t worry about [S/N]. I’ll take him to school tomorrow.” He paused to look you in your eyes. “I love you, always.”

“I love you too,” you quietly resigned and watched him disappear behind the front door leaving you to let your head fall into your hands.

Bakugo Katsuki

his jealousy

bakugo is confident in many areas of his life

it’s one of his qualities that won you over

but he still had those tiny insecurities that showed up in large ways

aka losing you

and he had no idea how to handle it

~~~

The alcohol probably wasn’t a good idea considering Bakugo was already noticeably pissed on the way to the house party. But everyone assumed it was just another one of his moods he’d get over sooner or later. He wasn’t a drinker, but a beer or two usually loosened him up.

However, your friends looked at each other with worry behind the door to the room you two were in. Despite the party lights and booming stereo, they could hear the angry muffled yelling you two were doing.

You were 100% drunk, but you were 110% sure this man was telling you to stay away from your friend. Your best friend.

“If it’s one thing you have, it’s the audacity,” you sassily quipped.

“I’m not fucking playing around with you, Y/N,” Bakugo snapped with too much bite than you cared to hear. “I want you to stay away from that two-bagged eyed bastard!”

“You always do this! Shinsou’s my friend!”

The redness in his ears wasn’t only from the drinks as his nostrils flared with barely contained irritation. “Friend my ass. You didn’t see the way he was looking at you, and that fucker had the nerve to grab you in front of me!”

“He was moving me out of the way!”

“He fucking felt you up is what he did!”

You smacked your teeth, entirely done with the argument. You weren’t getting anywhere. “Now you’re just being delusional.”

Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out in a desperate attempt to calm himself. A feat even he was surprised about considering the situation. He tried so hard to not be as explosive, to reign in his emotions, for you. But his jealousy burned hot within his veins.

“Y/N. I’m asking you, as your man, to put some distance between you and Shinsou,” he lowly warned.

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but the words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Like hell I will. Hitoshi’s been here longer than you have by years. I’m not gonna drop him just because you feel insecure.”

That withered away any form of self-restraint Katsuki had left. He felt exposed and hurt. And dealt with that the best way he knew how.

His hazy brain clouded over with anger and he went on the defensive.

“I bet you want him.”

“What? No I don’t?”

“You’re probably sleeping with him behind my fucking back,” he dryly laughed. “Am I not good enough anymore? Is that it?”

You were quickly sobering up. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Of course not! I’m not a cheater!”

“Then why won’t cut him off, damn it!?”

Your voices rose in volumes too high for comfort. The crackle in his palms didn’t scare you one bit, but it was enough for Kirishima and Mina to come in and try to separate you two.

You ignored their pleading and the two of your found each other in the other’s face.

“Why are you so jealous!?”

“BECAUSE HE’S TAKING YOU AWAY FROM ME!!”

“NO HE’S NOT!

“IT’S SO EASY FOR YOU TO DEFEND HIM AND PROBABLY JUST AS EASY FOR YOU TO SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS—"

A resounding slap cut him short. That seemed to snap him out of whatever alcohol induced rage he was in. However, Bakugo only had a moment to register your expression of disgust before Kirishima pulled him away.

“Fuck you, asshole” was the last thing you said before Mina lead into the hallway.

Kirishima watched his friend’s breathing turn ragged with each puff.

“Come on, man. Let’s just—”

“FUCK!” Katsuki roared before throwing a nearby water bottle to the floor. He fisted his hair and clenched his teeth.

He messed up. Big time.

And as upset as he was with himself, he couldn’t help but be even angrier at the thought of who you’d run to first.

Todoroki Shouto:

how blunt he is

he was a bit socially inept and you loved him for that

but sometimes, you get frustrated

todoroki does too because 9 times out of 10 he doesn’t understand why

when you get angry, he completely shuts down bc he doesn’t know how to handle it any other way

and it didn’t help that he was petty asf

~~~

“Okay.”

You looked up and folded your lips in a tight line. It was the same monotone answer he’d been giving you all day and it was getting on your nerves.

“Sho, baby, can you at least try and act like you somewhat care about this vacation we’re planning,” you said as sweetly as possible.

Although you were annoyed, you understood that things flew over your boyfriend’s head sometimes and, hopefully, a little nudge would point him in the right direction.

“I’m listening, prince(ss),” he dimly responded.

He didn’t bother to look up from the papers he was reading at the table and it made you huff. Folding up the magazine, you just stalked your way out of the kitchen.

“You know what? Don’t even bother. I’ll do it myself.”

That made Shouto look up. His brows furrowed in confusion and he caught your hand before you could completely pass by him. Why were you suddenly upset? He told you he was listening.

“Hey, wait. What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked.

You let him pull you in between his legs. He looked genuinely lost and it was enough to soften your exterior.

“I just feel like you don’t care sometimes,” you said, deciding to just be blunt.

“Huh?” he hummed. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…it just seems like you don’t have an interest in anything I have to say if it doesn’t involve hero work, your family, or something like that.”

Todoroki took offense to that. Of course he cared about what you had to say. He loved you. Just because he wasn’t gripping on to every word you spoke in mundane life didn’t mean he didn’t care.

There were ways to express his thoughts, but Shouto wasn’t always the best at gently doing it.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t agree,” he said.

You looked off to the side for a second before looking down at him. “Well that’s how I feel,” you retorted.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but you’re wrong.”

You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to explain himself. However, he just stared back at you as if there was nothing else left to say. The silence was sickening.

You snatched your hand out his grip. “Okay, Shouto,” you bit and left.

He hadn’t heard his first name in a while.

Your boyfriend dumbly blinked already feeling more lost. He didn’t understand why you were so angry.

He called Midoriya about it and was told he was being intolerant. The entire conversation honestly made him feel like an asshole and Todoroki didn’t like that at all. So he gave you some space before finding you in the kitchen again, this time equipped to right his wrongs—even though he still wasn’t entirely sure what he did.

He called your name once and instead of responding, you just kept going about your task. That sort of miffed him, but he tried again. This time, you hummed back but the tension behind it made him feel defensive for some odd reason.

“Can we talk about this morning?”

“What? Are my feelings suddenly valid to you now?” you sarcastically replied.

Todoroki raised a sharp brow at your attitude and decided he was over it already. Here he was trying to apologize, and you were being difficult. He wouldn’t fight with you over something so insignificant.

“Fine. When you’re done with your little tantrum, we can talk about this like adults.”

You’d never spun around so quickly. “Really, Todoroki?”

Last name basis. Petty.

But he was even pettier.

“Yes, really, [L/N].”

His half-lidded bored stare made your scalp prickle.

“Fine. Me and my little tantrum are gonna go somewhere and you can plan the vacation all by yourself like the adult you are.”

“Fine. I’d probably get it done faster anyways.”

You let out an offended gasp. “Fine!”

“Fine!” he tsked, crossing his arms.

You two looked away from one another and stomped out of the room in childish anger.

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