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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year

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Strawberries and Cinnamon Toast

🖤 All Previous Parts Here 🖤

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), mpreg, breastfeeding, mentions of lactation kink, cuddles, mentions of sex, baby's first feed, literally just fluff, teasing, and needy boys waiting for naps, Auntie T's help, messy babies, messy boys, teasing, happy boys, boys in love 🖤 Rating: mature I think (smut to come I swear)

After the doctor left Col just watched his family, his gaze drifting between the little alpha and the even smaller omega. His children were fucking bite-sized balls of precious and he was pretty sure he wasn't even breathing he was so full of love for his pack. It was almost scary how much of a carbon copy they were and maybe that was some protection thing to keep them safe and it would change as they got older, he didn't know. He had heard about pups looking like their fathers so their lizard brain would be more protective but how could anyone not want to love their little ones and keep them safe? The boy was loud as he suckled for the first time, he knew the doctor had cleaned out his brand new airways but he still sounded stuffy and Colson fought not to laugh. He had a feeling that was sound they'd have to grow accustomed to, the kiddo was just eating so fast.

"Takes after you." Dom hummed, his voice softer than he thought it had ever been. He felt something like true peace for the first time in his life. Not that his mate didn't make him feel calm but this was… different. He didn't know if it was the babes, his future husband, or the remnants of magic from that alpha voice. Maybe it was just the flood of happy love chemicals in his brain but whatever it was he felt quiet. He felt soothed. He felt so much love his heart hurt like it would spill over. He couldn't help but tease about their son, he literally made the exact same noises as his eager father, just the baby version.

"Like she doesn't take after you." The man joked back, leaning close to scent her so small head. He didn't want to bother them but they seemed focused enough and he needed to scent his family. He had to. His breath huffed out over her skin, blowing her smell back against him and he fought tears when a fresh gentle strawberries and cream perfume hit his senses. There was still the dusky cling from living inside his mate, the sweet addition of milk and Dom's spit, and the sharp tang of blood but under it all was her and he wondered if that would change as she grew up. He wasn't trying to picture her right now though, he just wanted to savor the moment, not imagine all the assholes he'd have to fight off from her in the future.

"Boy smells like bread." The punk hummed softly, his eyes tracking every small movement. The tot kept palming a handful of his tit and he couldn't help but wince at the sharp nails in his skin but it was adorable. Absolutely twinning with his father far more than his actual twin.

"Bread?" Kells was almost incredulous but he chuckled under his breath. He didn't want to bend over everyone to sniff the boy, he was scared if he moved he might break the peace but bread? Alpha's don't smell like bread.

"Mmm cinnamon toastie. You got it too. Under all the sex and pot and shite." Dom smiled at his lover, it reminded him of the first night they met, that moment he'd stood close and gotten annoyed that even the rapper's BO was perfect. Gunpowder, leather, and musk. It had taken him a while to figure out the comforting notes under everything else but it was cinnamon, like a tall spiced hot chocolate. Sensual and warm. "Don't worry I'm sure one day ya pup'll be a scary badass but right now…" He trailed off, wishing he could bite the tiny fingers grabbing him. "Daddy-"

Colson bit his cheek not to smile at the sniffles in his baby momma's voice. The bitch was probably swimming in oxytocin and legit he was almost crying himself over how tiny they were. "It's alright baby. It's okay. I know." He soothed, pressing a kiss to his mate's sweaty temple. He swore he could taste the bonding hormones on his skin. He was desperate to taste more and he had promises to keep but… not just yet. He was allowed to bask. "Let me know if you start to hurt."

"Don't matter. Stay?"

That word brought back memories, made their whole relationship rush through his mind. He thought about the day he found out, the morning he got here, the moment he ran, the fear he'd felt when he thought he'd hurt them if he didn't leave. How was there ever a moment he thought he could walk away from this? He couldn't imagine it when those small mirror crimson eyes caught his. He knew that would fade as the hours passed, they'd settle into their own color. "Get your momma's eyes, they're prettier." He sighed offhandedly, a little prayer for the universe. He wanted mini-Doms, he didn't need anyone looking like him to keep him head over heels in love. Why the fuck did evolution think that was needed? He'd rather see a hundred tiny Yungbluds.

"You shut your whore mouf, be whatever you gonna be baby." That did make the alpha laugh, his lover was definitely high on love and post pain adrenaline crash.

The little prince must have overfilled his belly too fast because suddenly he was spilling his first meal everywhere and spitting up on his mother's chest. "Well that's what he thinks of that. Agrees with daddy hmm? I know your mom is prettier too. Wasteful little brat."

"Cols! Be nice and bloody 'elp! I can't move." The omega whined and the wanker carefully rushed to help, rolling off the bed and heading for the door to go get some of their things but the moment he got it open Tom was right fucking there, vibrating and holding a box of things they needed. He took a deep breath and cupped a hand over his cock but they all knew the poor beta had seen everything a few times over by now. Dom didn't even waste the energy. He was surprised that the new presence didn't piss off his hindbrain, they'd been saying the man was part of their pack but he didn't realize how true it was until no part of him wanted to growl. "Let 'im in and shut the fucking door, you letting all the stank out."

Colson shook his head and stepped back, letting the photographer inside before he sealed the room again. "I see someone is feeling lovely." The new uncle joked but he was being so careful. Kells took the box and found wipes and a spit rag, hopping back on the bed to clean up his family.

"Sit bitch. Meet the spawn and help." Col huffed, tossing a cloth over the man's shoulder before he scooped up the baby alpha and passed him over. He was incredibly glad he'd helped so much when Ashton was this small, he wasn't nervous holding his kids. The beta was though, he froze up, his almost gray eyes wide.

"Oh, hello little boy."

"Hey, don't call him little. He'll grow. Just like his daddy." The rapper teased and Dom rolled his eyes.

"You know he meant all over, don't be a jerk." The omega huffed, watching and shivering as his mate cleaned up his chest. He was starting to feel again and getting progressively needier but they could wait until the little ones were sleeping. He knew they could. Right? He watched his brother so carefully handling the boy, laying him over his shoulder and patting gently at his back.

"So you let me hold him for the mess? Why am I not surprised? Always cleaning up after you." Tom joked, watching his best friend with his new daughter. He'd never seen the punk so… still in all the years they knew each other. Even his mind felt calm. He couldn't believe how beautiful the new humans were but he should have expected it, what else could those cocky bastards make? He heard a tiny burp next to his ear and grinned, easing him down to cradle in his arm. "You're right, he takes after you."

Kells knew he was being ragged on but he didn't mind, Tom was family and the alpha was so fucking happy. "Diapers probably. Now that seems like a really good idea." He sighed, pulling a couple out. Dom whined, he wanted to keep full skin contact forever but- "Babe c'mon, I know you're not into that shit."

The combination of a scoff and a snort that the singer let out was adorable but the wince after had him worried, the pain was coming back and they would need each other very soon. The punk shook his head though, not yet. Damnit. He could be a good boy, he supposed it was something he'd have to learn anyway. He had a feeling their children would love interrupting. "There's still cake if you want but you should really eat real food first." Auntie T offered as he laid the baby down and attempted to figure out the diaper. He'd helped Dom with wilder outfits, he could bloody well strap the little boy in.

"Not 'ungry yet but fanks. I'm sure it's great."

"Oh, you're not hungry bitch?" Col purred but before he could continue the newcomer huffed.

"No! Absolutely not. Let me enjoy a moment of this first you horny insane fucks. Who even- you just had twins!" Tom was flabbergasted but not exactly shocked. He refused to leave yet though.

"Chill, we're waiting for nap time. Besides, it's good for him." The alpha laughed, laying a cloth over Dom's chest so he could help their daughter next. She ate a lot more daintily, slowly, but her belly was obviously full and she was starting to drool milk over her mother's chest while passing out. "Definitely yours. Spitting fucking image holy shit." He chuckled, hating just a little how much they were wasting. The scent of spilled milk made him hungry and he hoped there was a little left for when they finally got a moment together. He could wait. He actually liked having his little pack together.

"They're perfect Dom. You did… so good." Tommy sniffled, his gaze locking on his friends. The pair may be True Mates but he'd always felt the ADHD riddled brat was his platonic soulmate, he wouldn't fuck him if he were paid for it, the boy was too much for something like that but they were meant to be family and he knew they needed each other. He might joke but he was never leaving them, this was his family and he was so proud of him.

Dom reached out, gripping his brother's hand and squeezing, of course the fucker made him cry again but at least he was too. "Fank you. See Cols? All me."

"Oh for fucks sake. At least give me the boy, I'll put a diaper on him you inept b-"

"No, I've got it. Fuck off." He huffed back, it was a challenge now, he would get the baby ready.

Colson just arched a brow and leaned back to watch them. He knew in a moment he'd need to help put one on his daughter, Dom was still shaking too much and way too tired. He'd probably time himself and compare just to bug the beta but it was all in fun. Before long his children would rest and he'd give his mate exactly what he needed, what they both needed, and they'd bond and bask and hopefully rest before the little ones woke again. They'd been waiting for months for this, their lives as parents had finally started and everything felt so fucking good. He couldn't help wondering what was next, another heat or them getting married but no matter what they were truly in it now and he couldn't be happier. Everything was perfect.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Sorry no smut yet, I was tired today and I just wanted to let them cuddle a little. Hope you still enjoyed 🖤

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Bulls in the Bronx

(So…. long story short, I’m now a hucow simp. Thanks a lot @/biskywrites and @/dark-side-blog2 for making me this way (ﾉД`) lol, all jokes aside, I wanna suck some tiddy milk from a buff man ;)) Anyways, this is Yandere Hucow(Hubull?) Bokuto x Fem Reader ;0 This fic allows me to flex my farming knowledge lol, bc my grandparents owned ponies and dogs.

TW: !Noncon!, !dubcon!, creampie!, he hits you twice!, somnophilia!, predator vs prey?, manipulation!, cumflation!, breeding kink!, size kink!, ur a farmhand!, lactation!, tiddie sucking!, Asshole farmer Ushi, etc..

Please don’t proceed if any of the above are triggering! Also, sorry if Bokuto is too OOC lol)

“Bokuto got into the lackweed again,” You can’t suppress the laugh that explodes from your mouth. The idea of the biggest hucow (hubull??) on the ranch freaking out (again), because he’s now dripping milk is hilarious.

“Where on Earth does he keep finding those damn weeds?” The other farmhand laughs as well, stooping down to fill two buckets with water.

“I think those grass seeds were cross contaminated, the other hucows also started to lactate a lot more than usual. But, it’s kinda funny that our best breeder is dripping like a heifer,” Chuckling in acknowledgement, you can’t help but feel a pang of pity. Poor Bo, he’s probably really self conscious at the moment.

“Maybe I should go check on him-” Your coworker almost drops the bucket she’s filling, looking up at you as if you just grew three heads.

“Why would you do that? Did you forget that he’s going in rut soon?” Frowning, you glance down at the floor in mild shame.

“Well, yes, but he isn’t supposed to start until next week! Plus, I’m not ovulating right now, so I won’t trigger him,” The other girl thinks for a moment, before nodding slowly.

“I suppose it’d be fine. If anything, he may calm down if his favourite handler is there,” Nodding, you grab two buckets from the shelf beside you. Squatting down next to your coworker, you place a bucket underneath a faucet, turning the circular handle to the left. A gush of cool water rushes out, quickly filling the plastic pail. Quickly switching it out for the empty one, you wait a few more moments, before turning off the rushing water. Grabbing the handles of the buckets, you lift them whilst standing to your feet, using your legs instead of your back.

Nodding towards the other girl, you bid her farewell. Turning on your heel, you tromp towards the bull pens. The large red barn is quite a far distance from the shed you were once in, causing you to break out in a light sweat. It doesn’t help that it’s mid spring, causing the farm to be quite warm.

Setting the buckets down on the dirt ground, you wipe your brow with the back of your hand. Huffing out a deep breath, you quickly move the concrete slab keeping the barn closed away from the sliding door, before shoving it open. The sound of the cowbell on the red and white door handle on the inside clinks noisily, queuing a symphony of deep ‘moos.’

Picking up the buckets with bent knees, you hurry inside, relishing the feeling of the barn’s fans on your sweaty skin, “Hey guys, is the barn cool enough for you?” Grumbles and shifting of large bodies are all you get in response, causing you to laugh, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gunning it for a certain grey haired bull’s stall, a bright smile makes its way onto your face, “Hey, Koutarou, how’re you feeling?”

He’s currently laying on his bed of compact hay, tears sliding down his handsome face. His cute ears are droopy, his bell earring not jingling with life like normal. His tears drip between his septum piercing, and drop onto his well defined abdomen, “Not good, (Your Name).”

With a small gasp, you set down the pails rather harshly, some of the cool liquid sloshing onto the wooden floor. Hurrying towards him, you sit on the prickly ‘mattress,’ “What’s wrong? I heard that you’re lac-” A small sob leaves his lips at your words, causing you to grab his hand reassuringly, “Are the other guys making fun of you? I can go yell at them if you’d like!”

The buff bull-man sits up, one arm covering his chest self-consciously, “No! They’re not being mean,” He grips your hand almost to the point that it’s painful, “I-it’s just… my chest hurts, real bad.”

Nodding in understanding, you motion towards his covered pecs, “Let me see, Bubs. I’ll see what I can do.”

His face flushes bright red, “But it’s embarrassing!” You shush him sweetly, releasing his hand to coax his arm away from his chest.

“It’s okay, I won’t make fun of you! I just wanna help you,” After a moment of hesitance, he obeys, revealing his swollen, red nipples.

The area around his nipples is raised as well, showing just how much his milk is backed up.

Eyes softening even more, you delicately rub both pecs, “You’re alright, Bubs. This happens to the cows sometimes when we don’t milk them as much as we need to. If you’d like, I can go find a pump!”

“No! I don’t wanna pump!” You jump slightly, and move away from him, only for his hands to trap your own to his chest. More tears gather in his eyes, as he becomes distraught, “I don’t want my milk to go to waste!”

Taken aback, you nod, although you don’t understand his reasoning, “Kou, why’re you acting like this? You know we don’t get rid of milk, we sell your guys’ milk at the market.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want you to sell it. I want you to drink it,” The look of shock on your face is mistaken as disgust, causing him to cry even more, “Do you think I’m weird? Why do you look like that?” Seeing the bull act so sensitive is adorable, but you feel as though you have to comfort him.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m not weirded out, I’m just surprised. I’ll go get a bucket-”

“No bucket!” Sighing at his weird behaviour, you cock an eyebrow at him.

“Then how am I supposed to collect it?” A big grin crosses his teary face.

“Drink from me! I promise I’ll be good!” Shifting in discomfort, an anxious sweat starts to form on your brow.

“Ahaha, that’s funny, Kou. You know I can’t do that,” More tears well up in his eyes, squeezing your heart painfully, “Don’t look at me like that, Bubs. I don’t think your owner would like me getting so close-”

“I don’t mind,” Ushijima’s voice booms throughout the barn, scaring the living daylights out of you. Whipping your head around, you make eye contact with the large male, an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, “As long as my star bull is happy, I’m happy.”

Kou releases your hands, only to grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “See! He doesn’t care! Please, (Nickname), please help me! My udders hurt so bad!”

With Ushijima’s eyes on you, and Koutarou’s sad and pain filled face, you finally relent, “Okay, okay! Don’t freak out, Bubs, I’ll help. You just gotta let me go.”

He releases you quickly, before shoving your head towards his chest. The jingling of his earring is heard, telling you that his ears are no longer pressed down on the top of his head. You hear heavy footsteps walk away from his stall, probably gathering the bulls to let them graze outside.

You try to push away from where your head is being smushed, but the bull gives you no leeway, “Why aren’t you drinking?” The male practically whines, as you whack his shoulder lightly.

“I’m being smothered in between your tiddies, Kou,” You chuckle in slight discomfort, but he finally allows you up. Moving towards his most swollen nipple (the left one), you pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, causing a small stream of milk to come streaming out.

A small moan leaves the large man’s lips, as he shoves you once again face first into his chest, “Don’t tease, (Nickname), I feel like I’m dying!” A flash of empathy goes through your heart.

Removing your hand from his nipple, you take a deep breath, and latch yourself onto him.Your chapstick covered lips are soft against his sensitive skin, causing him to keen. When you suckle, a tidal wave of milk bursts into your mouth. Luckily, it doesn’t taste very bad; his milk tastes like vanilla, causing you start to slurp it up like a babe.

Your one hand kneads his other pec to soothe him, “Fu-fuck, you’re making me feel so good!” You don’t bother trying to say anything, instead, you just suck harder. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his tit that you’re currently nursing on, causing him to pump out more of his yummy milk.

After a few long moments, you release his nipple. A drop of milk trickles down your chin, which the large bull laughs at. A thick finger wipes off the excess, pushing itself into your mouth. A tender look is in the grey haired man’s eyes, as he kisses your forehead.

“Thank you, pretty girl. Can you do the other one, please?” Now that he’s no longer in a painfilled state, he’s back to his normal, boyish self. Nodding, you lick your lips, before latching on to his other nipple. He barely chokes back a moan, his hand gripping the back of your head.

You suck as hard as you can without hurting him, pretending his nipple was a straw to a thick ass milkshake. Between your massaging and sucking, his teat no longer feels as painful as it once did.

Pulling away, you give him a wry smile, “There, all better. Well, I should pour your water into your trough now,” Standing up with wobbly legs, you move towards the filled buckets. Picking them up one by one, you pour it in with unsteady hands. Why are you so shaky right now? “Well, I should get going now. I hope you feel better later,” You try to walk out of his stall, only to be yanked back into Bokuto’s lap. Both empty pails fall to the ground unceremoniously, clattering loudly through the empty barn.

“Don’t leave me, Lovely, I need you,” His warm skin against yours feels nice, and you suddenly feel sleepy.

“Kou, I’m tired. I think-I think I’m gonna take a nap,” He runs his fingers (through your hair/over your scalp), tantalising you into drifting off.

“That’s alright, (Nickname), I’ll watch after you,” With a muffled ‘Mhm,’ you fall into a deep slumber.

When you awoke, you woke to your body shaking. Brow furrowing, you blearily open your eyes, only to see a tuft of grey hair in between your bent, spread legs.

His long tongue is currently fucking in and out of your dripping cunt, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Ku-Kou? Wha-“ He looks up immediately, a look of shock on his strong features.

“I-It’s Not what it looks like! I-I just wanted a taste!” You groggily push at his head, catching his ears slightly, causing a small jingling to sound throughout the empty barn.

“You didn’t ask, why, why are you-“ He grabs your hand, kissing each knuckle with a slobbering kiss.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Let me make you feel good! You taste so good,” You yank your hand back, trying to kick off the hand that currently wrapped around your right thigh.

“Get off of me! Bokuto, you-you’re doing this without my consent! I thought we were friends!” You shout, pushing at his face harshly. He grabs one of your hands, trying to kiss it, only for your other to clap him upside the face harshly, “Don’t! You’ve already done enough.”

Kicking him away (even though he’s much larger and stronger than you, meaning he just moved away), you stand to your feet, pulling back up your halfway down jeans and panties.

Snatching up the buckets previously discarded, you don’t even shoot the crying bull a glance, just turning on your heel, and stomping away.

Tears of your own drip down your face, humiliation and betrayal weighing down your aching heart.

Forcefully sliding open the barn doors, you run from it, catching the eye of a certain green haired farmer.

It seems Bokuto fucked up.

But that’s okay, when he goes into rut, there’ll be nothing keeping him from breeding you full of his massive calves.

You avoided the bull barn like the plague for the next week. The hucows are very pleasant company. They treat you as if you’re their young, making you feel well loved.

That is, until Hachi asked you why you’ve been avoiding Bokuto. She’d told you that he hasn’t acted the same, in fact, he’s acted depressed and withdrawn.

Since then, you’ve stuck with aquatic life. The fish, swans, and ducks don’t give you that much trouble.

But, when you come back from the pond and fish pools, the farm is ensued with panic. Apparently, Bokuto’s finally gone into rut.

And, unfortunately for you, he’s on the prowl for you.

So, when your coworker runs up to you, begging for you to calm him, you turn on your heel, and start walking back towards the pond. They can figure this out themselves, you’re not going to sacrifice yourself to someone who tried to take advantage of you.

Sadly, that doesn’t work out.

You’re immediately stopped by Ushijima, his broad form blocking you from advancing forward, “Where do you think you’re going?” His arms are crossed, an angry scowl on his usually handsome features.

“I forgot something at the pond,” You lie, smoothly, “I’m going to go grab it real quick-”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” His strong voice booms, “What you’re going to do, is march yourself into the barn, and make my prized bull happy.”

Your own scowl forms on your pretty face, “I will do nothing of the sort. Interspecies sex is illegal! You can fire me for all I care, I’m not going in there!” You try to move around his large form, only to be manhandled into a chokehold.

His left arm is wrapped around your neck, your back to his chest, and your face being held in a large hand, “Interspecies sex is legal when a human and hybrid are mates,” He hisses through gritted teeth, and you struggle in his hold, “If you don’t go in there, I’ll drag you in.”

“Fuck you,” You spit, “I’ll fucking castrate you!” You kick backwards, landing a solid hit on the large man’s groin. With a loud yell, you’re let go, allowing you to run towards the farm’s parking area. Pulling your truck’s keys from your pocket, you haul ass, not bothering to look behind you.

The barns and sheds fly past you, as you run through the open field leading to the car park. You suddenly hear loud footsteps follow after you, and you assume that it’s Ushijima, that is, until you hear them, “(Nickname)! (Nickname), where are you going? Why are you running away from me?” Bokuto’s voice rings out at top volume, hurting your ears. His voice a lot more gravely than before, and without looking at him, you know that he most likely looks crazed.

You don’t respond, trying to pick up the pace. You click the unlock button one time, only unlocking the driver’s side door. Because you had a head start, you cleared the field in less than three seconds, allowing you to hop into your truck, and lock the doors. Shoving the key into the ignition, all whilst buckling your seatbelt, you press on the brake, and turn it, only to hear the spluttering of your failing ignition, “Come on! Don’t do this-” Bokuto slams into the driver’s side door at top speed, rocking your large vehicle harshly. His hands and face are pressed against the window, his expression looking like that of a kicked puppy. You then notice the fact that the buff male is completely naked, his impossibly large cock bobbing against his toned stomach.

“Why are you trying to leave? I need you so badly, pretty-pretty. Why don’t you open the door, and we can figure this out? I promise I’ll make you feel good, after all, us bulls pride ourselves in taking care of our mates,” You cringe in disgust, not bothering to answer him. Instead, you continue to fiddle with your ignition, muttering expletives under your breath. His large hands start to beat on your driver-side window, trying to gain your attention, “(Nickname), come out already! Ushi already cut your fuel line, so you’re not going anywhere! Come on, I just wanna make you feel good-”

It was your turn to cut him off, “Shut up! We aren’t friends anymore, Bokuto, much less lovers! Just leave me the fuck alone! I’m sure many of the cows would love to help you through your rut, why can’t you just ask them?” Tears of frustration dot your eyelashes, as you pop open your glove box and search for your phone. Catching sight of the black cased (phone type), you snatch it from its confines with a loud ‘Aha,’ “Don’t make me call the Farmer’s Union, Bokuto. I’ll report you and Ushijima for-”

“You won’t! You love me too much!” His frantic words raise in volume, as he hit the glass even harder than before, “You wouldn’t put me down! Come on, (Nickname), why won’t you call me ‘Bubs’ anymore? I love you!” You swipe open your phone, and go to the contacts. Pulling up the Farmer’s Union phone number, you go to press ‘call,’ only for the shattering of glass to halt you.

You scream in both fear and shock, throwing up your hands to protect your face. This, in turn, causes you to drop your phone. In this time, Bokuto is able to grab you by your arms, and drag you towards the broken window. Your seatbelt keeps you in place, causing him to pull you even harder, and making you scream in pain.

You use your arm to whack his against the broken glass on your truck’s window area. He releases you in a moment of pain, allowing you to unbuckle yourself, and throw yourself to the passenger side. Once there, you unlock the door, and bolt towards the road.

“(Your Name), come back here! Stop being so difficult!” You pay him no mind, a few meters away from the busy road. Noticing a car speeding towards the area you’re running to, you push yourself even harder, trying to throw yourself into the road. Unfortunately, you’re grabbed by two buff arms that encircle your waist. They use all of their strength to smash you into their chest from behind, knocking the air from your lungs, “Are you crazy? You could’ve been hurt!” You thrash and try to bite at him, causing Bokuto to backhand you across the face, “Now look what you made me do! If you’d been good, I wouldn’t have had to do that!”

To be completely honest, you’re in shock. Bokuto has never raised a hand at you, and that slap wasn’t a warning tap. No, that was him using a good majority of his strength, causing your cheek to throb painfully.

You continue to thrash and curse after freezing for a moment, drawing the eyes of concerned coworkers, “Let go of me! What the fuck is wrong with you? Put me down!” You try to kick him in the junk, only to kick him on the inside of his thigh. In retaliation, he backhands you again, this time on the other cheek. Gasps and whispers are heard from those around you, drawing the large hucow’s eyes.

“There’s nothing to see here, guys! Just my mate making a scene,” He shakes you a bit to shut you up, causing you to become disoriented. The farmhands and other hybrids look like they’re about to step in, only for Ushijima himself to show up.

“What Bokuto said is correct,” His harsh gaze is on you, his hand gripping his dick, “She’s just making a scene. Let them through.”

They reluctantly go back to their business, as Koutarou guns it to the empty bull barn. Ushijima only watches as you’re dragged to the large building, as tears drip down your face in fear, and his fist at his side clenches in fury.

Stomping into the barn, Bokuto makes quick work of getting to his stall. Once inside, he tosses you on the hay mattress, and straddles your waist. With pawing hands, he rips your t-shirt and jeans off of you, leaving you in your bra and underwear, along with your boots and socks. Yanking off your boots, be tossed them out of his ‘room,’ as you try to throw punches at his muscular chest. He grunts, but doesn’t stop.

With beefy fingers, he yanks off your bra, ripping it in two. Your tits jiggle at his harsh movements, making him lick his lips in enjoyment. He then rips off your cotton panties, exposing your cunny to his hungry eyes.

“You’re beautiful, pretty-pretty. I can’t wait to see you stuffed with my calves,” You shake your head no rapidly, pushing his hands away from where they rest on your hips.

“No! Stop it, Bokuto! I thought we were friends!” He tightens his grip on your pelvis, forcing your legs open.

“That’s Not my name, (Nickname), you know that. Now, you know that I’m way more than just your friend-I’m your mate, and you know that I’ll provide for you and our calves,” With grubby fingers, he rubs at your clit, trying to draw a good reaction from you.

You squirm in response, trying to wriggle out of his one handed grip. You shove at his chest, but he remains unmoved, choosing to press down harder than before, “Stop it! Let me go!”

He inserts his middle finger into your moist cunny, forcing it in and out. You try to kick him in the head only for him to catch your leg with the hand that previously held your hip, “If you wanted me to eat you out that bad, you should’ve just said so, pretty girl,” Before you can refuse, he throws your legs over his shoulders, and dives in.

His long tongue fucks in and out of your hole, one of his thumbs rubbing your clit. A loud whine escapes your throat before you can stop it, making you feel a wave of disgust for yourself. Bokuto shouldn’t be making you feel good, he’s assaulting you, after all.

But, when his tongue brushed against your g-spot, you can’t help but convulse in pleasure. Thighs quaking, you try to stop yourself from cumming.

“St-stop! I’m, I’m gonna-“ He stops before you can cum, instead, pushing your hips down to where his cock lays against his abs. Forcing the bulbous head against your tiny hole, he pushes harshly, trying to fuck into you like an animal, “No! No! You’re too big! You’re going to tear my-“ With one powerful thrust, he forces his way inside, and you can’t help but scream.

Tears drip down your face at the feeling, your pussy feeling like it’s been ripped open. Bokuto grabs your head, and forces it against his chest, practically making you take one of his pink nipples into your mouth. You’re immediately met with the taste of his vanilla milk, drinking it up as the hucow starts to buck into you at a lightning fast pace.

Your teeth bite down on his nipple, but instead of being angry, he just moans in lust, “Yes! Yes, pretty girl, you’re taking me so well!”

His hand that isn’t cradling your head goes to your tummy, feeling his huge length moving underneath your skin. He presses down a bit, causing another wanton moan to leave to both of you. With this thought in mind, he picks up the pace, practically fucking you into unconsciousness.

Eyes rolling back, your ruined cunny gushed pathetically, coating you and the bull with your juices, “(Nickname), you’re so pretty when you cum,” He continues his breakneck pace, getting close to orgasm himself, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, that you’ll be dripping with my fun for days! Your little womb will be bloated with my fertile cum!”

You try to speak, but you can’t, just continuing to suck his yummy milk from his teat. Walls fluttering with another orgasm, you feel yourself clamping down on his enormous cock.

With one last mighty thrust, he seats himself fully inside of you, cumming directly against your unprotected cervix. A muffled scream erupts from your chest, as you feel your womb expand with copious amounts of beeile cum. Releasing his nipple, you throw your head back, a loud cry echoes throughout the barn, as you squirt once more around his cock.

Now completely filled to the brim, you pass out from the trauma. Entirely exhausted, Koutarou grins down at your bloated form. He rubs your tummy like a Buddha statue, kissing it tenderly.

“You’ll be a good Mommy, I’m sure of it,” he then trails his hand up your abdomen, groping your right tit, “You’ll look so pretty all milky and filled with my calves.”

The sound of a throat clearing gains Bokuto’s attention, as he practically throws his naked body over yours. A loud ‘moo’ of warning escapes his chest, even when he notices that the person is just Ushijima.

“I see that she mates with you well,” His eyes trail over your sleeping face, not straying downwards, “I hope this means that you’ll enter more shows.”

Bo smiles, “Yes. Now I need to show off, so my mate thinks I’m an eligible male.”

Nodding, Ushijima turns on his heal, making his way to leave the barn, “I hope your children take after you in strength. (Your Name) is a lot prettier than you are, so maybe they’ll be pleasing to the eye as well.”

Snorting, the grey haired man’s ears twitch, jingling throughout the room, “You bet she is. She’s perfect.”

#yandere bokuto #bokuto koutarou #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #bokuto haikyuu #hybrid au #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu au

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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I was just going through your mlbrry tag because I’m obsessed, I was wondering if you would ever write any more briar? I’m sure you will I just think it would be so adorable to see more briar and Ezra interactions because they are the least rowdiest of the bunch. They seem like they share the same energy.

Ezra 2 & 1/2 / Briar 6 months

Ezra was in a tizzy. He was outside with his two older brothers and his father. Easton and Cash were running around with nerf guns as Harry sat next to Ezra on the blanket in the backyard.

The two older boys had been so high energy today that Harry had to keep them busy with outdoor time and activities.

YN was exhausted from Briar constantly needing to feed and she was not the best sleeper either - constantly waking up.

Ezra had a little tea set that he was holding a tea time for him and his father, his clumsy hand pushing a cup towards him.

“Drink,” His youngest boy orders, his face very serious as he takes over arranging the plastic cakes and sandwich toys

“S’good, thank you bub,” Harry acts like he swallows down the imaginary drink but gets worried when he sees his son’s face fall.

“Mama?”

It was like he had a little timer of how long he could be away from a parent before he got a burst of anxiety.

“Mama’s with the baby, yeah?” Harry reminds him gently, “She needs some alone time, remember?”

He tries to distract his son by handing him back the saucer but Ezra knocks it out of his hand with an aggravated huff.

It was funny. Ezra was by far their calmest baby but when he wasn’t happy - he wasn’t happy.

Harry hardens his facial features (only by a little), “We don’t hit things out of daddy’s hands, d’you hear me?”

Ezra’s eyes widen as he realizes he had done something wrong, lip starts quivering.

It was like an arrow to the heart every time Harry had to go into ‘dad mode’ with him.

Harry puts a hand on his little shoulder, “Y’miss mama and that makes you sad. When you are feeling sad we need to talk and not be mean.”

His son nods tearfully, dropping his items and crawling into his father’s lap, “I’m sad.”

“Okay, we can go see mama,” Harry hums, they were working very hard with Ezra on his feelings because he was such an anxious baby.

He settles the older boys before he’s carrying his youngest son up to their bedroom where he knows YN is with Briar.

His wife is sat up against the headboard, eyes tired and heavy with her daughter feeding hungrily for the upteenth time that day.

Ezra begins to wriggle impatiently when he sees his mother, whimpering, “Mama, mama, mama.”

Harry deposits him on the end of the bed and his quickly crawls all the way up until his right next to her.

“Hi, my little bubby,” YN coos softly, voice raspy as she kisses the top of his head and curls him into her side.

He is peering curiously at his sister, “Hungry?”

“Yeah,” She agrees, “Briar is hungry and she’s eating. Good job.”

Harry leans over to kiss his wife softly before stroking his daughter’s fluttering cheek, “y’alright?”

“Mmm, she’s gonna sleep after this and Ez can nap with us too. I’m just tired,” She sighs quietly, rubbing at the stubble on her husband’s face.

They both look over when Ezra let’s out a high-pitched giggle, he had offered Briar his index finger and her small hand was curling and uncurling around it.

“S’that funny?” Harry smiles, watching his two calm babies figuring out how to play with each other.

Ezra nods excitedly, he experiments by giving her his thumb instead and laughs throatily when she grasps that too.

Briar detaches to look curiously at her brother with a bit of milk dribbling from the corner of her mouth that Harry swipes with his finger.

When YN helps her daughter sit up, the infant lets out a burp which has Ezra in near tears with how hard he’s laughing.

Harry and YN share a gaze of adoration for their children, leans over to give her one more kiss on the forehead and help her adjust her top again.

Briar let’s out a squeaky noise, an attempt at laughter, as she stares with rapture at her older brother.

Ezra mimicks the burping sound which has Briar now emitting those crackly, half-baby laughs that have her clapping her chubby hands.

Harry gets caught up in watching them that his heart jumps when he notices his wife teary, “Mama, wha’s wrong?”

YN chuckles, shaking her head as she replies, “I…I just don’t know how we created such perfect little things. I love them s’much it hurts.”

“Darling,” He murmurs, thumbing at the soft, tired skin below her eyes, “S’cause they have the perfect mama. Y’made me m’pefect babies.”

#mlb!harry blurbs #mlbrry #mlb!harry masterlist #mlb!harry

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riintarro · 3 years

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#𝟏𝟒𝟑

⤷ pairings : suna rintaro, atsumu miya, akaashi keiji, koutarou bokuto, sugawara koushi, kuroo tetsurou

⤷ warnings : nothing!

⤷ author’s note : okay i don’t really know where this went... i was trying to do little acts of love or small acts that say “i love you” but it didn’t really turn out like that LMFAO rip

𝐑.𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀— “rinny? are you in here?” you called for your boyfriend before opening the door to his gamer room. he was nonchalant as he gunned down enemies and jumped over walls. you closed the door as he hummed, paused his game and spun around to face you. “you can continue your game. i was just going to tell you what happened today.” “nah. the world can wait. how was your day?” you gently smiled and placed yourself in between his legs. he kept his eyes on you as you talked, occasionally asking some questions or chuckling at your reactions.

𝐓.𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎— “tetsu… why are we on the floor?” with a bowl of cereal in your lap, you glanced at your boyfriend and watched as he stuffed his mouth with lucky charms. “there’s a perfectly good table right there. we could be like normal people, y’know?” “i don’t think ‘normal’ people eat cereal at 3am.” he gestured towards the wall clock to make his point. “plus, give the floor a little love. always being walked on and underappreciated.” one hand cupped the side of his face as he stared with admiration at the wooden panes below. you rolled your eyes when he started gently petting. he went back to eating and occasionally making conversation; stating how it shouldn’t be illegal for him to bring a sword on the train if he claims it’s for self-defence. after some time, he stood up, holding out his hand for you. “m’lady.” you scrunched your face at the title but smiled. taking your bowl out of your hands, he started washing the dishes while telling you to go get ready for bed.

𝐊.𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎— “hello?” “hi baby. whatchu’ doin’?” you smiled at the song-like tone your boyfriend wore. “just watching t.v. might take a nap, what about you? why’d you call?” “just checkin’ up on you. did you get to go grocery shopping? you were saying you needed more cucumbers.” shifting your position on the couch, you brought the phone closer to your face, the t.v. being long forgotten. “not today.” you watched the call timer count as you switched to speaker mode, “shopping isn’t as fun without you there.” he chuckled and you could hear his car’s engine starting. “how about we go now? we haven’t seen each other since last week. need to see my baby’s pretty face.” you gave a little snort at the compliment, eyes slightly closing from the lull of his voice. you two made light conversation and he could tell you were drifting away by the tiredness in your voice. before long, you were sound asleep and he was at your door. “maybe we’ll just stay in.” he grinned while petting your hair.

𝐊.𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀— “did you eat yet, sweetheart?” you could hear your doting boyfriend call. popping your head out from your shared bedroom, you responded, “yes, i did! there’s some stew left for you in the fridge if you’re hungry.” he made his way over to you, wrapping his arms to ease himself from the labour of work. “i thought you didn’t eat yet, so i bought some donuts.” “sweets on an empty stomach?” you giggled. “of course! can never go wrong with donuts.” he snuggled deeper into your hair. “did you get them from the cute shop down the street?” you tried to make your way towards the kitchen, but your boyfriend wouldn’t let you go. “koushi… i can’t eat with you holding me.” you laughed, lugging yourself across the apartment. “you’ll manage.”

𝐌.𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 — “tsumu, what time is it?” you mumbled, refusing to open your eyes from the blinding sun. he hummed in response. “8:40.” “shit. ‘m goin’ to be late.” a groan left your lips as you slowly stretched and got out of bed. still quite groggy and sitting at the edge of the bed, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. you placed a gentle hand on his arm. “‘sumu. have to go.” “wait. kiss.” you gave a glance and met his puckered lips. “gotta’ kiss you. can’t leave till you get a kiss.” he tightened his grip to prevent you from escaping. knowing that he will not let you leave, you turned and gave him a quick peck. he smiled. “have a good day. love you.”

𝐊.𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈— it wasn’t strange to get a video call from your boyfriend, but you were a bit surprised when he called you from the supermarket. “keiji? where are you?” “you mentioned you needed more milk, right?” that was a week ago, when you offhandedly said that you had no milk for your oreos. “you went to the store for that?” placing your hand over your chest due to the overwhelming affection you received from him remembering what you said. “while i’m here, do you need anything else?” “no, but do you wanna go out for dinner?” there was a slight pause but you could see a glimpse of his smile. “of course.”

#haikyuu x reader #x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader

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mascwhump · 2 years

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Trenches, Part 2

Chapter 10 - Kill ‘Em With Kindness

Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @ashintheairlikesnow @tears-and-lilies @utopian819

CW: guns, alcohol

Charlie fought sleep for most of the night. He wasted hours listening, only for nothing to come. Mallory still hadn't woken up. If Charlie hadn't heard him breathing, he would have thought he was dead. He finally allowed himself to sleep after he was certain no one was coming.

He woke up to the sound of gunfire behind the door. His heart was racing, and the adrenaline forced him up instantly. Mallory was still unconscious. There was yelling, then silence. Then, the door opened. Crow and Ethan flew into the room, guns raised. Charlie put his hands up. Crow holstered his gun and walked up to him, pulling him into a tight hug. Ethan joined in as well.

"Never have I been more thrilled to have you point a gun at me," Charlie laughed.

Ethan freed him from the chains and Charlie reached out for the key. He gave him a confused look before handing it to him.

"We've got to go, now," Crow said.

"Hold on," Charlie replied.

He dropped down next to Mallory and started to unlock the cuffs.

"You're joking," Crow said.

"No, I'm not. He's coming," Charlie replied.

"Are you mental? No."

Charlie shoved him against the wall and held onto his jacket.

"He's coming with us, or I'm staying here," he argued.

Crow was appalled, but the seriousness on Charlie's face made him realize he wasn't going to budge.

"Fine, but I'm not fuckin' carrying him," he said.

Charlie went back to Mallory and started shaking him. He slowly started to wake, and Charlie got him to his feet. They followed Crow and Ethan out the door and got into the car.

"What about the dog?" Charlie asked.

"What dog?" Crow replied.

"The white dog. Was she not there with the Russian guy?"

"No, there were only two people."

They started off and Ethan explained that his parents had a cabin somewhere outside of Inverness. It'd be a good seven hours until they got there.

"How'd you find us, anyway?" Charlie asked.

"We saw them grab Mallory and followed," Ethan answered, "we assumed they had you, too."

The sun was beginning to rise. Mallory was asleep again, and Charlie decided to get some rest as well. Crow woke him up when they had stopped at a Tesco a few hours later.

He wasn't able to go in due to his lack of clothing. Crow handed Charlie his handgun to protect himself while he and Ethan went inside. Mallory, who apparently still had his wallet, handed Crow a wad of banknotes. Crow looked at him strangely before taking the money.

"Should be about three-hundred quid. Get whatever you need," Mallory spoke for the first time since getting in the car.

Charlie set the gun in the door pocket after they left.

"I feel like an arse," Mallory muttered.

"You are an ass," Charlie replied.

Thirty minutes later, they returned with a cart full of bags. Crow threw Charlie a shirt and joggers as they were loading everything into the back. Once they were done, they started off again. Ethan showed Charlie a stack of CDs he had bought.

"I have no idea what this is, I just thought the art was cool," he said, pointing to one particularly colorful CD.

"Put it in, let's hear it," Charlie laughed.

They listened to that album, then continued through the rest that Ethan had chosen. Charlie was grateful that they shared a similar taste in music. Finally, around two in the afternoon, they made it to the cabin. Charlie helped load everything inside.

"Alright. I need to have a shower and a nap before I can think about anything else," Crow announced.

"There's one bed, a couch, and a chair," Ethan said.

"Charlie and I can take the bed," Crow replied.

Mallory was clearly uncomfortable with that statement, but didn't protest.

"I'll take the chair," he said quietly.

Charlie was surprised, but it was clear that Mallory was feeling some form of guilt about the situation. Crow went off to take a shower and Ethan began preparing lunch. Mallory curled up on the chair.

Ethan and Charlie took their sandwiches outside on the deck.

"So, what's your reasoning for dragging him along?" Ethan asked.

Charlie shrugged as he took a bite of his sandwich.

"I didn't want to just leave him there," he replied.

"You're a better person than I am," Ethan said, then added, "Cap's not happy."

"He's just going to have to get over it. Mallory isn't going to try anything stupid. I'm pretty sure he knows the thin ice he's skating upon."

Ethan took a sip of his lemonade.

"I believe you. You know him better than we do. Hey, Cap bought a bunch of booze. Maybe we could all have a drink tonight."

"That might be a good idea. Let loose a little bit. We're all gonna be stuck here for who knows how long, might as well try to have some fun. Maybe once you see Mallory act like an actual human being, you'll trust him a little more."

"I don't know about that, but we'll see. It's kind of hard to trust someone after all that."

They finished their lunch and went back inside. Crow had finished his shower and was asleep in the bedroom. Mallory was asleep on the chair.

"I'm going to put away this stuff and take a nap myself," Ethan said.

"Sounds good," Charlie replied.

He went into the bedroom and crawled in the bed next to Crow. Crow opened his eyes and reached for him.

"Hey," he murmured.

He touched Charlie's face and tucked a bit of hair behind his ear. He could barely keep his eyes open. Charlie snuggled closer to him, hiding his face against his chest. Crow kissed the top of his head, and they both fell asleep. When they awoke a few hours later, they lied there for awhile, just enjoying the closeness.

"Ethan and I were thinking we all could have a couple drinks tonight and relax," Charlie spoke softly.

"I don't know if I want to let my guard down," Crow replied.

"If I thought he was a threat, I wouldn't have brought him. Please, I think it'll be good."

Crow sighed.

"Okay, but I'm putting him down the minute he tries anything. Keep in mind that he's not the only threat we have to worry about, though."

They left the room and Crow got started on dinner. Charlie was thrilled. He missed his cooking. Ethan was setting up one of the burner phones they had bought. There was barely any reception where they were, so he was getting frustrated with the speed at which things were downloading. Charlie watched Crow cook.

"Do I have to feed him?" Crow mumbled, half joking.

"Yes. Look, kill him with kindness. He already hates you, make him rethink it," Charlie replied.

Crow took his advice for once, and personally invited Mallory to come eat with them. He did so through gritted teeth, but it was a start. Mallory was hesitant, but he sat at the table with them. Crow had just made a simple spaghetti dish, but Charlie didn't care. Anything he cooked was marvelous.

"You should've been a chef instead," he said with his mouth full.

"I considered it," Crow replied, "it was actually my first choice, but I didn't want to go to school."

"Wow. I wanted to be a dinosaur when I grew up," Ethan butted in.

Charlie was drinking when he said that, and it caught him so off guard that he choked. Ethan started beating on his back.

"A dinosaur?!" Charlie laughed once he caught his breath.

"Yeah! A brachiosaurus," Ethan replied.

"The shortest man of all time wanted to be one of the tallest dinosaurs. Brilliant," Crow said.

Once everyone was done eating, Charlie washed the dishes, of course. Ethan brought the various bottles of alcohol out of the fridge and set them on the counter. Charlie dried off his hands and made himself a rum and Coke. He brought a glass of whiskey over to Mallory in the living room. Mallory took the glass, but looked confused.

"We're drinking," Charlie said, "let's relax a little."

He sat on the couch, and Crow and Ethan soon joined, drinks in hand.

"Maybe we could play a game. I saw this app that's basically truth or dare, but without the dares," Ethan suggested.

"Sure. I'd love to hear more about your weird childhood aspirations," Charlie jested.

Ethan downloaded the app. He tapped on the screen, and the first question came up.

Have you ever smoked weed?

"Uh, no, actually. I've never even really smoked a cigarette," Ethan said.

"Lame," Charlie said, "my turn."

He tapped for the next question.

Would you trade your sibling for a million dollars?

"I don't have a sibling, but you're the closest thing I have to a brother," Charlie said as he poked Ethan, "so if that was the case, yes. I'd sell you for a nickel."

"How rude," Ethan replied.

Crow was snickering behind his glass, until he realized it was his turn.

If you lost one hour of your life every time you said a swear word, would you try not to do it?

"Fuck no. In fact, I'd swear more," Crow said.

"Jesus," Charlie replied.

"I'm here for a good time, not a long time."

It was now Mallory's turn. Charlie slid the phone over to him, and he hesitantly touched the screen.

Did you parents ever give you "the talk"?

"I was lucky if my parents talked to me in general," Mallory laughed.

"I feel that," Crow murmured.

"Hey, look. You have something in common, absent parents," Charlie said.

"Hooray for us," Crow sighed.

They went a few more rounds, continuing to get more intoxicated. The more drunk they got, the funnier their responses became. Charlie was happy that everyone was getting along, even if it was temporary. He knew he was asking a lot for Crow and Ethan to be civil with Mallory. Nonetheless, he appreciated their efforts. It was his turn again.

Would you ever sleep with someone ten years older than you?

"Oh god," Charlie groaned.

"Hey, you've slept with someone eight years older. Ten wouldn't hurt," Mallory laughed.

It took Charlie a second to process what he said, and before he could react, Crow was out of his seat. Charlie grabbed his arm and forced him to sit back down.

"You're lucky I'm too pissed to maim you right now," Crow hissed.

"Yeah, sorry. Didn't think about that one," Mallory replied.

That was the sign to call it a night. Charlie did his best to clean up a bit before heading into the room. Once in bed, Crow held him tight.

#oc #whump #whump rescue #whump story #whump oc #easton’s unnamed story

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recklessmark · 3 years

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chapter three: i love him forever, is it better than you yet?

—from DISCRETION series

Summary: you incidentally met a notorious CEO and your gut told you that you must claim this man. and even the fact that he’s engaged to someone else didn’t stop you from achieving what you want.

Pairing: CEO! Mark x Designer! Reader

Words: 1620

Warnings: none

—previous: chapter two-encounter

Ever since the day you met Kim Yeri, you haven’t even contacted Alicia. You’re busy designing the wedding dress for your rival. It sounds hilarious, you know though. You tiredly stretch out your shoulders, finding a contact in your phone.

“Hello?”, a low voice answers.

“Mark, it’s me. The wedding dress is done, do you want to have a look?”

“I’m having a meeting. Alright, you bring the dress to her house, just let her decide.”

You smirk, “You’re bold huh? Let your lovely fiancé meet her rival at her own house. You’re always provoking me!”. Hanging up the phone, you sigh. Your fingertips trace up the white fabric, mumbling something.

Following the address Mark sent, you quickly pull up to Yeri’s house. With your arms crossing on your chest, you walk into the villa, followed by a man who is carrying a suitcase.

“Sorry, who do you want to see?”, a woman politely asks.

“Designer, bringing Ms Kim her wedding dress. Can I come in?”

The woman instantly nods, smiling widely she leads you inside. You smirk, seems like this wedding is really important. What could you expect, that’s Mark Lee. Stopping in front of the door, you asked the man to give you the suitcase and walk inside alone. The first sight that you see is a woman sitting next to the balcony, the wind blowing up her hair slightly.

She’s an artist, you remind yourself.

The specific lavender fragrance of you draws Yeri’s attention, she immediately recognizes it. “How could you come here?”

“I don’t like talking, just try this dress on.” You open the suitcase, revealing the wedding dress.

Noticing the doubt in her eyes, you casually sit on the couch. “Don’t worry, I have my own rules. I won’t kill you while you’re trying the dress on, there’s nothing suspicious inside the dress either. Losing my reputation just because of a girl like you is embarrassing.”

Yeri tightens her fists, she doesn’t move a little.

You raise a brow, “What? You don’t like it huh? Mark took his time begging me to bring it here for you and you don’t want it? Haiz alright, I’ll tell him later.”

Seeing you have the intention to leave, Yeri frantically stands up. “Wait! I didn’t mean it. Please wait a minute.”

You happily sit down again, wondering how naive this girl is, to the point it’s ridiculous to you. Mark Lee, there would be a gun to his head and he still never begs anyone for anything. She thinks she’s all that matter huh?

Trying the dress on inside the bathroom, Yeri has to admit your talent although she doesn’t like you. The gown fluffy with layers of velvet fabric, on top is a layer of lace, the white color vibrant as cloud. Some little diamonds are attached to the top of the dress, sparkles like stars. You even bring her a pair of high heels, a pair of velvet gloves and a crystal necklace that goes with the dress. Yeri can’t help but surprised, you’re truly professional and delicate.

“Miss, did you sleep in there?”, your impatience kicking in you, you hate waiting.

Yeri quickly opens the door and steps outside. You stand up, giving the woman an overall look from top to toes.

“No need to look at me with that cautious eyes.”, you mutter out, your hands touch the waist of the dress. “Hmm, your waist is quite small than I estimated. Take it off, I have to fix it.”

Hearing you, she ironically touching her waist. “Really? I think it fits well...”

“Clothes were born to dignify human, at least to me. Furthermore this is your wedding dress, just take it off.” You turn back to sit on the sofa, waiting for Yeri to change.

When she walks out, carrying the white dress with both arms, she hesitantly asks. “When Mark comes he can’t see me wearing it, can him?”

You smirk mockingly, so she wants to dress up prettily for her lover. You don’t mean to look down on her but she’s way more mediocre than you think. “If you want to wear something that doesn’t fit you for that man to see, just keep the dress yourself.”

Yeri heard that, realizes she’s too shallow. On the other hand, your personality seems to match with Mark’s unironically, both of you always seek for perfection.

“You’re definitely the best designer. Mark did found a lot of designers but none of them works delicately like you.”, Yeri hands you the dress, smiling softly.

You put the dress back inside the suitcase, locking it. “Miss girl, I hope that you don’t think that I’m a nice a person. I don’t like you so don’t act like we’re a friends!”, you give her a cold glance. The smile on Yeri’s face faded away slightly. She flattered herself too much, these small reconciliations are like ridiculous kid games to you.

“You really think that Mark will come?”, you naturally flop yourself on the bed.

“What do you mean?”, the girl frowns.

You chuckle, tracing the rings on your fingers. “A soon-married man, despite how busy he is, he will take time to see his future wife in the wedding dress. People always say a woman is prettiest when she wears a wedding dress. So what do you think? Being an artist still requires a grey matter right?”

Yeri’s body shakes lightly, how could she not know. You mean that she’s nothing matter to Mark!

A memory of three years ago playing in her head. When Mark came to her exhibition, she immediately fell for this man. Then Mark occasionally offered Yeri to do some paintings for him, for unknown reasons. The relationship grew up gradually. She has always being so arrogant about her boyfriend, although many women have a dream to be with him but they all gave up without you interfering. She always thought that Mark told them he already had a girlfriend. And now, with your appearance, she realizes she was flattering herself. If she actually thinks about it, why would Mark choose her, a normal artist. She definitely can not compete with you, both appearance and wealthiness.

You smile, “What did you think for so long Ms Kim, Mark texted me to say you sorry cause he can’t come, he’s too busy.”

Yeri frantically snatches your phone, which was being hold in your hand. You smirk, Mark sent it when Yeri was trying the dress on but you want to make the game better. Certainly the woman can see it herself, ‘delivered 30 minutes ago’. She tries to ease her anger, squeezing your phone in her fist. “Why would you do this?”

“Why? Because I like Mark!”

Your words make her mad even more, “Like? You don’t even have the right to say it! I love him, 3 years! Who the hell you think you are? To steal Mark from me?”

Her reaction makes you satisfied. All that naivety, tenderness is a cover for her true being. She’s tearing off her mask now, by herself, in front of you.

“Oh really? So I also love Mark! I love him forever! Is it better than you yet?”

Yeri throws your phone on the floor, “Y/N L/N!”, she screams.

You pick up your shattered phone, shoving it inside your jacket. “Only by saying, ten mouths of yours still can not compete with mine. Look at yourself, I’m cruel, how about you?”

—

You’ve been working your ass off since that day at Yeri’s house, you don’t even have time to see Mark. The dress is done, stored in a suitcase that is probably somewhere in your office, you don’t remember. Your desk is full of white fabric, you tiredly lay your back against the chair, closing your eyes.

Knock! Knock!

“Come in!”, your voice sounds raspy.

You aren’t even bothered to open your eyes but you know for sure who that is by breathing the air. “I don’t want to eat.”

“You wanna die huh?”

“Go out!”

“No!”

You grit your teeth, open your eyes which is displaying some red blood veins due to overworking. “Alicia! What do you want?!”

Alicia almost dropped the tray of sandwich and a glass of milk on her hands. Staring at your eye bags, with the vein showing in your eye balls clearly, she knows that you didn’t sleep for days. “You only drink milk to keep yourself alive, didn’t have a good sleep huh?”

“Yeah the exact moment I’m taking a nap, you come in and disturb me!”

She furiously looks at you, putting the tray of food on your table. “You should eat first. The tickets are booked, the flight is on this Sunday.”

“What’s the day of today?”, you ask, take a bite on the sandwich.

“Miss Y/N, today is Saturday, we’re flying tomorrow!”

You instantly put the halfway-eaten sandwich back on the plate, “Go out, I have a lot of work to do!”, you take a sip of milk.

“Hey but why I can’t call you?”. You glare at the phone on the floor, “Dead”, you sigh.

Alicia picks your phone up and then brings the tray out. You’re having a fashion show in France, but you totally forgot about it, because you were playing too much. Alicia is your manager, she organizes all your works, however she doesn’t know much about the “wedding dress” thing. But you said it’s really important, this “Flechazo” collection of you can not have a single mistake.

Alicia sighs, glancing at the closed door of your office. All of a sudden, the front door is opened.

“I come to see Y/N.”, it’s a familiar voice.

—next: chapter four-you’re my first kiss

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hermit-pistol · 3 years

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Guido Mista Fluff Alphabet:

Okay Mista fans, here’s your food. Only one more alphabet and this series will be one! Make sure to show love and read under the cut!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Mista has a super adventurous personality and this also shows in the activities that you two take part in. He always likes to do things that others would usually think of as silly, like going to the zoo. But! He always finds a way to make it entertaining and unforgettable. (Who wants to hold the baby kangarooooo)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your laugh, and whenever he gets to hear it, it feels like the best reward for him. While he may have flirted with his fair share of girls in the past, looks aren't most important to him. In order to get you rolling around on the floor, he'll have to pull out the big guns, of course. Sometimes he'll tag team with Narancia to pull pranks just to get a rise out of you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Mista absolutely hates when you're sad because that also makes him feel sad. When he sees you sulking on the couch, he joins you, wrapping his large arms around you. He'll keep asking you why you're sad while sticking out his lower lip, (which was absolutely lethal for you). Soon after, you forgot why you were down in the dumps, which was Mista's main goal the whole time.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He's a romantic, so he's always thinking about the future and what it will bring in regards to his love life. Within a few years of dating, he'll already want to move in and get a dog. Maybe two dogs, who knows. He sees marriage, children, grandchildren...all of it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Mista can be pretty stubborn in certain situations. He will make the plans for dates and activities that the two of you can enjoy. He'll always ask you for your input, of course. Overall, the balance of power in the relationship is equal.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Mista can be a little childish when disagreements are involved. There's a possibility that he'll use humor to get out of a sticky situation, but don't let him get away with this all the time. If he's in the wrong let him know, or else things can get blown out of proportion easily.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Mista thanks you for the companionship and happiness that you've brought into his life. You are the longest relationship that he's had in quite some time given his current line of work, and he loves that you have the patience to stick around with him. Even though his stand keeps him company most of the time, he's glad to share time with another human.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mista is very honest with you. Whether it be where he's going on a mission (sometimes, Bruno yells at him for telling you this), or telling you about his past before joining the organization, he's very transparent with you. You appreciate this, and make sure that you do the same. Hardly any secrets are kept between you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Like R mentions 👀, you inspire him to keep himself clean. Of course, a normal person would want to keep up with appearances but Mista is a very special guy.... While he was cheerful before the relationship he's over the moon when he sees you and prioritizes your time together.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Mista will be quiet, which is very uncharacteristic of him. His stand will always manifest and say whatever he’s thinking, probably along the lines of taunting and verbally harassing the person you’re talking to before they eventually grow frustrated and walk away. The Pistols would cheer, celebrating their victory.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Mista's kisses are very eager and wanting. In addition, he doesn't care who's around and has absolutely no problem with kissing in public. Even if you blush and get embarrassed this only give him another reason to hold you tighter and go to town. Prepare yourself... 😳

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Mista will literally confess to you on the street. The first time he tells you that he loves you is actually in casual conversation. You had to do a double take, and he merely shrugged in response. It would take some getting used to, but you were elated that he felt the same as you!

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He'll want to get married after his time in Passione is over, or at least has settled down to where he can live comfortably with you. The ceremony will be small, with only a few family members attending. Even if you haven't yet upgraded to a larger living space, he'll want to start a family right away. If you decide you're not ready you remind him that the Pistols are already his children.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Every name invented is fair game. He loves using stupid niche names too that come up after a few months of dating. Examples include but are not limited to: "green bean", "lil mami", and "bicycle crusher" (the last refers to your thighs in a related incident).

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He tells the gang that he's crushing on someone all the time, so when he first reveals that he's in love they really don't believe him at first. Although he "always says that", it's the Pistols that escalate the situation even further. Whenever you're along with him they'll come out and start egging him on with kissy noises and the like. He'll turn as red as a tomato when you grant him his wish.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Mista LOVES to show you off in public, and he loves watching the reactions of the passerby as he has an arm slung around your waist traveling dangerously close to your butt. It drives him nuts that out of all of the guys in Italy you chose him, and now that you two are a couple he wants to show the world.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

While many other guys may hate the concept of hugging, Mista loves it wholeheartedly. Whenever you're having a bad day, a good day, or are just walking around he won't hesitate to wrap his arms around you and smile. Sometimes the Pistols will even join in for a group hug! He's basically the hug king, and you're not opposed to that role.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Very romantic babey. Since he’s so smelly he would suggest taking a bath or shower with you. This will take some extreme confidence from both of you. Whether it becomes sexual or not, just being intimate in this way is so special to him.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in you like nobody's business. Also, he loves seeing when you follow through with your goals and sees your dreams coming to fruition! It's extremely exciting for him, and you love seeing his reactions to watching you succeed.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Mista loves the thrill that life and living provides. There's something new that arises every day you spend with him, and you never get bored. Loves booking hotel rooms for trips and the like and not telling you until the night before, which can be stressful yet cute.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Mista is stupid but means well. Sometimes you can quiz him, and he'll still forget something as simple as your favorite food, or your favorite color. In time, he'll learn more about you and your emotions, but for now every time you tell him a fact about yourself he'll write it in his phone so he doesn't forget. 🥺

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Mista will be so cheesy about telling you how much you mean to him. -"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...."- <-- If he pulls anything like this he usually givers you permission to slap him. You're one of the only partners that's stuck around with him for this long, and he's not planning on letting you go any time soon.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Mista insists that he should help around the house at times, and this means that he's going to help with the chores in any way that he can. You end up assigning him grocery shopping (a big mistake). He is so unorganized and claims that he doesn’t need a list to go off of, and this usually results in him buying whatever he wants. Watch him get all the way home and still manage to forget the milk and bread. Good thing he bought the family pack of ice cream sandwiches though.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

If you look up affectionate in the dictionary, there's a very good chance that you'll see Mista's name. He loves to cuddle with you and especially loves to nap with you because of the intimacy. Mista can nap anywhere, anytime, but he prefers falling asleep with you in his arms!

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Mista will be soooo needy when you are away, and so will the Pistols. When you have the free time between class or meetings he'll call you begging for you to come home with his six children screaming in the background. Eventually, it'll get to be too much and you have no choice but to come home, much to his delight. He'll never let you go.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Mista will definitely buy you presents if he has the money at hand. Expect lavish gifts like jewelry and clothes from him, whether it's a special occasion or not. If he could, he'd give you the world, but at times you have to remind him that you have more than enough and you don't need to be impressed by physical possessions.

#only one more boys #let's goooo #guido mista #guido mista x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizzare adventure x reader #jojo #jjba #jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #fluff alphabet #600 Follower Special #please enjoy!

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riseofthespacecats · 2 years

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RISE OF THE SPACE CATS

An Eddsworld Fan-Script: Part 6

THE CAT SPACESHIP - EDD'S ROOM

EDD wakes up from a nap, yawns and stretches. Several ALIEN KITTENS are snuggled in with him. He reaches over and shakes out a packet of CAT TREATS into his hand and frowns at them. The KITTENS shove their face into hs palm, eating them all in one go.

He reaches for a COLA CAN, has a sip, then eyes it.

EDD

Why is it only half full?

The ship rumbles ominously. A COLA CAN falls off the draws and hits the floor, spilling on the ground.

EDD makes a frustrated noise and stands.

EDD

What is going on out there?

He approaches the door and reaches for a handle. There isn't one. He pats it, frantic, then pounds his fists against it.

EDD

Hey! Let me out!

The door opens a crack and RINGO sticks a paw in, waves it around a few times, then squeezes her head inside. Her face is stretched comically for a second.

RINGO

Awww, was he stuck inside?

EDD

Stop that.

RINGO

Sowwy. I thought you were taking a cat-nap?

EDD

I was until all this turbulence.

The ship rumbles.

EDD

I thought we were just sitting outside Earth's atmosphere.

RINGO

Hmm.

EDD

What?

RINGO

Hmmmmmm.

EDD

What!?

RINGO

In all furness, I nefur said we were staying.

EDD pushes past RINGO and rushes out to-

THE CAT SPACESHIP - DECK

Cats all around are piloting the ship onwards.

SPACE

The CAT SPACESHIP soars through space, past STARS, PLANETS, METEORS, SPACESHIPS etc

THE CAT SPACESHIP - DECK

EDD

Where are you taking me?

RINGO

Home!

EDD

No, that's home!

EDD points at the ever-shrinking EARTH.

RINGO

Nooo, my home! Catto Planet! Look!

RINGO turns EDD to face the main window. A huge CAT-SHAPED PLANET looms over them, orbited by TWO MOONS - a FISH moon and a MOUSE moon.

EDD

But I can't live on a cat planet! What about my friends?

RINGO

They're tewwible fwiends.

EDD

My family?

RINGO

I'm your famiwy now! Think about it: I can feed you and wook after you, we can just hang out all day, sleep whenever we want, snuggle...

EDD

That does sound good...

RINGO

Watch the extinction of de entiwe human wace-

EDD

What-

RINGO

You'd become my pet! Of course, we would have to get you fixed.

EDDS face drops in horror.

He runs! Cats go flying as he pushes through them. He slips on a SAUCER OF MILK, it splashes everywhere! He skids along the ground - driving game style footage. A cat hits him on the face and he throws it off. He slides through the CAT FLAP out of the deck-

THE CAT SPACESHIP - HALLWAY

EDD running, RINGO in pursuit.

RINGO

You can't wun furever, Edd. Just come with me to the Cat King.

EDD yanks a CAT FLAP open.

Inside, a puddle of adorable alien kittens. EDD is enamored, crouches down to play with them. Kittens mewling with glee.

EDD turns to see RINGO behind him.

Running again!

EDD clambers through a CAT FLAP into a STORAGE CLOSET.

THE CAT SPACESHIP - STORAGE CLOSET

EDD cowers against the SHELVES as RINGO floats closer, the low light emphasizing the horrifying alien nature of the cat.

RINGO

Dewes nowhere weft to go.

EDD wails in despair, throwing his hands in front of him.

EARTH: OUTSIDE - STREET

MEANWHILE

MATT walks down the street, arms crossed and grumpy.

MATT

Stupid Tom. He has no idea how useful I can be!

A BLOODIED SURVIVER staggers over.

SURVIVOR

Oh, thank God you're here, I need help-

MATT

I just want to be treated with respect!

MATT throws his hands out in frustration, punching the SURVIVOR. The SURIVOR falls to the ground, face bleeding out. MATT looks around, then quickly shuffles away.

MATT

How can I command a functional zombie army? I could try a campaign of vague and miselading propaganda? Nah, that'd never work. Zombies don't care about European policy. Hm. The biting will be a problem. I need to have some way of keeping them in line. But how? How!?

MATT yells into the sky.

Beside him is the MASSIVE TOOL CENTRE store.

MATT

Oh.

MASSIVE TOOL CENTRE

MATT grabs more TAPE, a CHAINSAW, a handyman belt etc.

He stops to hold up two NAIL GUNS, humming. He turns to a STORE ASSISTANT, who is being cornered by a ZOMBIE.

MATT

Hey, do you think I should get a brad or go straight in for a framing nailer?

The STORE ASSISTANT screams as they're eaten.

MATT

Framing it is then.

The ZOMBIE then goes for MATT. He shoots it with the NAIL GUN, then drops it into his basket.

He approaches the CHECKOUT and puts his basket down. A CASHIER is standing by the back shelves, facing away.

MATT

Hello? I need to pay! I've got a loyalty card.

The CASHIER turns. LAUREL, rotting horribly, is a ZOMBIE.

MATT gasps!

MATT

I left my wallet at the apartment!

ZOMBIE LAUREL lurches at him and gnaws on his helmet.

MATT

Hey! You're supposed to keep a safe distance!

He shoves ZOMBIE LAUREL off. She chews on his SUIT-COVERED arms. He shakes his arm and it snaps her jaw off.

She frowns at him. He laughs awkwardly.

MATT

That'll glue right back on. In fact...

MATT rubs his chin.

#eddsworld #eddsworld au #ew edd #ew ringo #rise of the space cats #rotsc #ew rotsc

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septicstories · 3 years

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Kitten Licks and Kisses

A Kiribaku story where the lads are playing with a kitten!

Katsuki's POV

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'M GOIN', YOU FUCKING HAG! GET OFF MY DICK!" I yelled back into the house I started walking to school.

"Stupid fucking hag, always screaming at me," I mumbled, about to put in my earbuds when I heard a soft noise.

I stopped walking, and paused.

"The hell was that?"

I heard it again.

A little mewl, coming from a cardboard box beside a building.

Walking over to the cardboard box, my eyes fell on a small cat.

It was about the size of my hand and was extremely malnourished. The black and white fur was matted and dirty, a few patches of skin visible.

The box had a messy scrawl that just said "Take me"

Putting my hand out to the cat, it looked up at me with these piercing blue eyes, looking terrified of me.

"Not gonna hurt ya, bud," I murmured, lightly moving my hand to it's head and lightly patting it.

A short purr erupted from the cat, making my mouth twitch.

I took my bag off of my shoulder and opened, digging around for a second to find a small bento box.

Opening it, I offered a bit to the cat, who looked as though they hadn't eaten actual food in weeks.

The cat took small shaky steps toward the box as I sent it down.

I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Kirishima.

Gonna be late, fuck face. Just tell Aizawa-sensei I'll be there in a few minutes.

Sure thing bro, you okay?

Fine

I pocketed my phone again as the cat put food in their stomach, mewling every now and again.

I dug around in my bag again, looking for a bottle of water or something, but there was nothing.

"Ah, shit," I murmured.

I looked around for something that would work, when I saw a small mom-and-pop shop.

"Here, keep eating, pal. I'll be right back," I mumbled, standing up and going across the street and into the shop.

It was almost baren, but a handful of people were in the shop.

Looking around for a moment, my eyes fell on a milk carton.

I grabbed it from the freezer and when I went to pay, I also grabbed a small cup with a lid to keep the milk in.

Leaving the store, I crossed the street and saw that the cat had stopped eating.

I closed the box and opened up the carton of milk, pouring milk into my palm.

I tried as hard as I could not to let any of it leak out as I moved my hand toward the cat.

"Drink up, bud," I said, the small cat meowing before dipping it's mouth into my palm.

And when I say mouth, I mean it practically tried to drown itself in the milk.

It lapped at the milk, seeming very content.

The cat didn't look to be a fully grown cat.

Actually, much more of a kitten.

Their fur definitely needed a wash, but even the way it was, it looked gorgeous. There was these splotches of white in their coat and they actual had a huge spiral on their belly.

This kitten must be protected at all fucking costs.

The kitten had finished licking up the milk in my palm, so I dried my hand on my uniform pants, poured the rest of the milk into that cup, shoved a lid on it, and put it in my bag.

Picking up the kitten carefully, I stroked their head and back to make sure they felt calm.

"You wanna come with me?"

The cutest meow came from the cat as they rubbed up against my hand, a small purr coming from them.

"Alright, let's go, bud," I murmured, putting them in my blazer pocket, but making sure they could still breathe.

I started to jog, making sure I wasn't hurting the kitten, and keeping an ear out for meowing or mewling.

I may be late, but I don't wanna miss too many classes.

***

"Bakugou, do you mind explaining to me why you're late?" Aizawa-sensei asked me as I walked into class.

"Something came up," I mumbled, sitting down a lot more carefully than I would normally.

Aizawa-sensei just rolled his eyes before explaining some dumb shit before going into his sleeping bag and napping.

"Yo, Bakugou,"

I looked up at a concerned Kirishima.

"What's up, bro? What came up?"

I opened my mouth to respond when I heard a small meow from my pocket.

Kirishima and I looked at each other before another mewl escaped from my pocket.

"Uh... whatchu got there, Bakugou?"

Another meow.

"Cocaine,"

Kirishima gave me a look and I sighed.

Glancing at Aizawa-sensei to make sure he was asleep, I pulled the small cat out of my pocket.

When Kirishima opened his mouth, I put a finger up to my mouth, telling him to shut the fuck up.

He nodded.

"Dude, how are you gonna keep them quiet during class?"

Fuck.

"I... didn't think of anything yet," I mumbled, lightly stroking the kitten's head as they purred at me. "I just picked them up off the street, and they were malnourished as hell and they were scared of me and I just wanted to make sure they were okay,"

"What're we talking about?" Kaminari asked, coming over.

"Keep this quiet, including yourself," I hissed, the kitten burrowing themselves into the crook of my elbow.

"Holy shit, is that your cat?"

"Not mine. Stray,"

"Kacchan picked up another stray?" I heard that nerd ask.

"Another?"

"He did that a lot when we were kids," Deku said, pointing to the small kitten who seemingly fell asleep in my elbow.

Soon enough, the whole class was crowded around me.

"If you guys say anything, you're fucking dead," I hissed.

"You should take them to Chiyo-san, make sure they're not sick," Ponytail said.

"I can't do that. I'm taking them to the vet afterward anyway, make sure they don't have a disease or a chip. If they have a chip, I'll return them, if not, they're mine,"

"Aww, Bakugou's got a secret soft side!" Pinky cooed, making me scoff and roll my eyes.

"Everyone back to their seats,"

While everyone was shuffling, I quickly but cautiously put the kitten back in my pocket.

Aizawa-sensei got up and left as Midnight-sensei came into the room.

Ah, shit. I have nowhere to put them during hero training. Fuck!

Midnight-sensei kept on talking on about whatever the fuck while I kept petting the kitten's head with my forefinger.

Then it hit me.

Nope, wait, typo.

Then they bit me.

There we go.

Thankfully, their teeth were super dull, not enough to hurt too bad.

It felt like a little pinch.

What hurt was when it stabbed my hand with it's claws.

I pulled my hand out and saw little holes, making it through maybe a quarter of a centimeter of skin.

"Damn, they're a feisty one," I whispered as I saw myself start to bleed a bit.

Whatever.

I put my hands back in my pockets to try to cover up the shape of the kitten, and this time they nuzzled and licked at my hand.

Somewhat like an apology.

I heard it meow oddly loud, and the nerd coughed behind me.

Was that his shitty attempt to cover it up?

"Bakugou!"

I looked up at the board, hoping she didn't notice I was dealing with a small mammal at the moment.

I also realized I wasn't paying attention to shit.

"Are you alright?"

I gave a nod, and she continued.

Holy shit, she almost gave me a heart attack.

Classes continued without very few problems, and then lunch.

Dear fuck, it was lunch.

I let the kitten walk on the table while I poured some of the milk from earlier into the lid.

"Drink up," I murmured as Kirishima sat down beside me.

"Here, I can watch them so you can go grab lunch," Kirishima said, and I nodded.

I stood up to go get lunch, just getting some simple curry before walking back to the table.

And I was met with the best sight ever.

Kirishima had his head on the table, grinning as the small kitten licked and pawed at his nose.

His smile was so big and bright, and as I got closer to the table, the small mewls and giggles were audible.

Holy shit, I love that redheaded dumbass so damn much.

Since that damn incident in Kamino, that dumbass managed to steal my heart, and I can't fucking get it back.

But...

I don't quite think I regret that.

"Oi, fuckface,"

See, can't you tell how much I love this idiot?

"Oh, hey, Bakugou!" Kirishima said, grinning up at me.

"I see you two have grown friendly,"

Kirishima released a sweet laugh and the cat meowed, pawing at Kirishima's now messy hair.

"Did you notice the splotch on their back looks like a skull?" Kirishima asked.

I looked at their back, and sure enough, a skull shaped splotch adorned their back.

"Huh, cool,"

"I think it's really sweet that you decided to pick this li'l guy up," Kirishima said, shoving some pork in his mouth. "I never really expected that from you,"

"Yeah, yeah, fucking whatever," I mumbled before putting a spoonful of curry in my mouth.

"It's super manly... and pretty cute,"

I swallowed harshly before coughing a little bit.

I threw my glance at Kirishima, wide eyes.

"And pretty fucking what?!"

He must've realized what he said, because his face grew bright red.

"P-pretty... uhm... pretty... pretty cool! Yeah! Cool! Coolio!" Kirishima's eyes darted around the cafeteria, giving me these awkward finger guns.

"Really?"

"Yup! Absolutely!"

"And I didn't hear you wrong the first time I heard you when I thought you said 'cute'?"

"No! Nonononono! Not at all!"

"You're nervous,"

"Nervous? Pssh, nope!"

"Really, I think it's kind of cute,"

Am I shooting my shot now?

"Wh-what?"

"Oh, I meant cool,"

"Wait, hold the fucking phone!"

"On hold, Kiri,"

"Did you mean...."

"I meant,"

Kirishima sat there, blinking as he tried working out what I just said.

"You don't... like me... do you?"

"No, not at all. I fucking hate your guts," I said with a deadpan.

"Oh... sorry,"

"I was fucking kidding!"

"What?"

"God, you're fucking dense. I do like you,"

"Not like... like-like, is what I meant,"

"What are you, fucking twelve?"

"Shut up!"

"But yes. I like-like you. Get the picture?"

"Holy shit, wow,"

Kirishima leaned back in his char, looking like the weight of the world was being lifted from his chest.

"You're not kidding?"

"No! Why the fuck would I be?"

"I dunno!"

"Just get over here and kiss me, dork,"

As we both leaned in, we were interrupted with a hiss and a meow.

I looked down at the kitten, who looked grumpy.

"Huh, reminds me of you,"

"Fine, no kiss then,"

"Aw, what?"

Tag list: @king-queenie

#Septic's Stories #Kiribaku #Kitten Licks and Kisses #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #fluff

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iraacundus · 3 years

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Butterfly Lies - Five

chapter five ✭ masterlist ✭ previous ✭ next ✭

mafialeader kun x reader

words: 4.2k

genre: smut, angst, fluff

warnings: violence, offensive language

money makes people do strange things, is what people would say, it can even motivate them to murder. kun didn’t have people killed for the money, he had them killed for the power, he was a monster among men, is what people would say. in reality kun had only ever been motivated by one thing, his love for you

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You were confused for a second when you woke up, Kun’s arm draped over your body, pulling you towards him in his sleep.

Memories of the night before flashed through your mind. You expected to feel angry at yourself for taking such a step but the sight of Kun’s face when he slept prevented any such anger.

You moved your hand up to trace his face lightly, following the line of his eyebrow, down his check, before your finger finally reached his lips.

Your cheeks blushed red as you leaned forward slightly, placing a kiss on his lips, just for a second. It was enough for his eyes to flutter open.

“This is the best wake up call, I’ve ever had,” Kun said, his eyes opening slowly as he smiled. The pure look on his face made your heart ache, thinking about how every morning could have been like this if it wasn’t for your situation.

You wanted this to be a one-night thing, to go back to your policy of staying away, but his smile made that impossible. As he pulled you in closer, your head against his bare chest, the sound of his heartbeat in your ear.

You knew you couldn’t cause pain to Kun’s heart again; you couldn’t mess him around like that, you didn’t want to. You wanted to stay in his arms forever.

“Do you have work now?” you asked him, ignoring his statement about the kiss out of slight embarrassment.

Kun shook his head.

“I don’t have to go in until later, I figured we definitely need to talk now.” He was smiling, but at the mention of a ‘talk’ you could see the worry behind his eyes.

“What we need to do is have breakfast, do you have food?” you asked, rolling away from Kun and standing up. You walked out into his kitchen and started looking through the drawers, careful not to open the one with the gun this time.

Kun’s cupboard was shamefully bare for a man who was such a good cook.

“Why do you have like four things in your fridge, how do you survive?” you questioned.

Kun shrugged,

“I eat out a lot of the time now, my cooking skills are starting to go to waste.”

Despite that he managed to find flour, milk and eggs in the cupboard to make pancakes. You offered to help but you both knew Kun would be three thousand times more successful alone. So, you decided to take on a role that focused more on just sitting and watching.

“You really are talented at everything,” you praised him, it was Kun’s turn to go red.

“Stirring mixture isn’t really that hard, I promise to buy some ingredients and make you something really nice when we have time,” he replied. He looked so cute with the small bit of flour that had ended up on his nose.

You jumped off the counter and stood close to him, gently brushing the flour off his nose before placing a light kiss on the same spot.

“I refuse to believe that there are people out there who are scared of you when I see you like this,” you told him. Kun shrugged as he poured some mixture into the frying pan.

“I’m only this nice to you sweetheart,” he said in earnest but shortly followed up with a cheeky wink. He turned back to focus on flipping the pancakes, getting it perfectly in one try.

You didn’t have quite the same luck with the pancake flying through the air and landing on one of the kitchen cupboards… you let Kun flip the rest.

You sprayed cream on them and got maple syrup all over your hands making them sticky.

“I feel like a little kid,” you laughed, trying to lick the syrup off your hands after finishing your pancakes. Kun chuckled in response but you could see the concern rising in his face again. You couldn’t ignore it forever.

You cleaned your dishes away and sat down with Kun on the sofa, before he could speak you interrupted him.

“Can we have just five more minutes before we…?” you asked, not waiting for an answer before you brought your lips to his. Trying to assure him in a way that words couldn’t the way you felt about him.

Kun drew away quicker than you would have liked, ending by returning the kiss on the nose.

“We can’t avoid this y/n,” he said. You had been avoiding it for years and you almost wanted to keep avoiding now you had experienced this side of Kun. Yet you needed answers more, you needed to understand why your best friend was doing this. How did a teenage petty criminal become a killer?

“I need you to start being totally honest with me Kun,” you said, at exactly the same moment he had said,

“Do you still love me?”

You were a little thrown off, clearly the conversations you both thought you needed were not the same conversation. Silence was the result.

“I need answers Kun,” is all you managed to reply. Kun stared off at the wall unable to look you in the eye as his finger traced the top of your hand.

“I don’t tell you things to keep you safe, y/n… you know this.” “Do you not trust me?” you asked him. He shook his head rapidly, swallowing the arguments he was about to make and giving in.

“Ask what you want, I can’t promise I will answer, but I will try to, and I certainly won’t lie anymore.”

That was a compromise you could live with.

“I need you to explain what your gang really does and how you suddenly became a gang leader, when I met you that wasn’t what you were doing, I’m sure of it.”

“Correct. I became a gang leader over time. This will sound crazy and I really cannot explain why but would you believe me if I said I created my gang to keep you safe?”

“That doesn’t make any sense Kun,” you said, yet you knew he wasn’t lying, Kun didn’t break his promises to you, if he said he wasn’t lying he was.

“We run as a rival gang to some really bad people… not that we are good, I would never try and say I’m a good person. My intentions are simply to be better than him,”

“Who?”

“I can’t say his name, you would know who it was though, he’s someone I really hate.” This statement brought you no closer to the truth, you couldn’t think of anyone Kun hated.

“We do all the same evil things, run drugs, white collar crime, killer for hire, we just put a lot of money back into the community to try and make it better. We also don’t kill innocent people if we can help it, they have to have done something bad. I doesn’t make it better; I sound like I’m trying to justify myself. I know there is no justification.”

You want him to explain it properly, but you know he won’t. The fact he told you anything was an improvement and you didn’t want to fight him anymore.

“Everything I do, I do because I love you,” he said. It was a truth that was as clear as day, you could see it in his eyes.

“And you trust me completely?” you questioned, he gave a firm nod in response, “then let me go with Ten to Korea without you coming to. I do my job and you do yours. If I work hard to become as competent in this life as you, then you can tell me the whole truth.”

“Why do you need to know so badly, isn’t it enough to know I did it because I love you?”

“That’s exactly why I need to know. I need to know what you had to do for me, or I can never be happy accepting your love. You did it because you love me, fine. I need to know so I can love you without the weight of a secret so big.

“Meet Ten at the airport tonight at six, I will send a car.”

“Thank you,” you said, the hint of a smile on your lips as you rested your head on his shoulder. “When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes, you’re the only thing I think I got right,” Kun whispered, his lips against your hair.

“Thank you for doing it for me… whatever the reason, even if I don’t think you should have, I’m still grateful.”

“I love you,” he said, bringing his lips down, gentle kissing your exposed shoulder. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and hold him tight. You knew the second you slept with him there was no turning back.

Even before then this had been inevitable. You would never truly have been able to give up Kun.

If you can’t beat them, join them.

It was that mentality that had you on a plane at eight the next morning, reading a magazine next to Ten who was still disturbed from the free fruit the flight attendant had handed out.

All you knew about the trip is that you were meeting Johnny from NCT to work out where to start up a joint office in Seoul.

You were currently more focused on how comfy your first-class seat was, it wasn’t something you had ever experienced before.

You played with a ring around your pinkie finger. Kun had given it you. It was a GPS, not all the time, you were not accepting a boyfriend who was that much of a stalker, it only turned on when you twisted it, in case you were in trouble. Kun had a similar one that matched.

You thought it was slight overkill when truly all you were doing was scouting out office buildings, Kun had been insistent though.

The plane landed an hour later at Incheon airport where a private car was waiting for you and Ten – the life of luxury continued.

The distance to Johnny’s office wasn’t far but the traffic was shocking, so it took a while. As Ten napped you started googling possible options and noting them down on your phone.

It was dark by the time you had reached the NCT Corporation building. It was much larger than Kun’s building but then that was because it was a much larger organisation. That was the whole reason Kun wanted to strengthen ties between the two. Kun’s company was technically a subsidiary of NCT corporation anyway.

You placed your sunglasses on even though it was dark and checked your lipstick. You wanted to create the impression that you were here for business, even if that business was friendly.

They thought Kun was impressive, intelligent? Wait until they met you. You had no idea where you had found this confidence, but it was something you were running with.

“After you,” Ten said, motioning into the building. You smiled and thanked him graciously, walking past, through the doors and up to the front desk.

“Miss Y/L/N and Mr Leechaiyapornkul from Qian Industries here to see Johnny Suh,” you said, looking down over your sunglasses to speak to the receptionist. Before they could make the phone call, a man’s voice greeted you.

“Y/n, Ten, lovely to meet you both.”

You looked over to see a tall, smiling man that you assumed was Johnny.

“The pleasure is all ours,” you replied as Ten shook his hand.

“I hope your flight was good?” Johnny enquired. You grinned,

“Flying first class is certainly the high life.”

Johnny seemed to laugh genuinely at your joke, you could tell why Kun wanted to work with this organisation if its workers were like Johnny.

You didn’t waste much time after that, Johnny led you to where he had picked out his top three choices and cross referenced them with yours.

“Your number 2 is the same as mine y/n, I think it could work. If you want, we can stop by there now and see?” Johnny proposed.

You nodded, glancing over at Ten who was texting someone absentmindedly. You had sort of taken over the main role of the mission.

“Yeah for sure, that would be great.”

Johnny’s car was sleek black and brand new. You climbed into the passenger seat, Ten grumbling about having to sit in the back. Apparently, it undermined him as a senior gang member.

You reminded him you knew Kun first, that you were his first ever supporter which caused Ten to at least grumble slightly more quietly.

“You and Kun go way back then huh?” Johnny asked.

You smiled.

“He’s an old friend,” you confirmed.

“Whose hopelessly in love with her,” Ten added causing you to blush.

“I don’t think it’s quite like that,”

“You didn’t have to live with him when he was ignoring you, ‘oh I really don’t want to hurt her, oh I’m so sad, I’m Kun and I’m sad because I’m avoiding my girlfriend.”

You flipped Ten off.

“Do they call you Ten because that’s the age you act?” you asked him, “this is work Ten get it together.”

Johnny started laughing,

“No worries, I find it kind of funny anyway, a lot of our guys are like this too, especially some of the younger ones.”

Something about the tone of his voice made you think you really needed to meet these ‘younger ones’ someday.

Your thoughts were brought to a sudden end as the horn sounded, and a large SUV drove straight into the back of Johnny’s car.

“Fuck!” Johnny exhaled as the car stopped, “are you both okay?”

You nodded slightly, undoing your seatbelt and stepping out of the car. You had a small scratch on your forehead nothing major. You were more annoyed as you knew Kun would make a fuss.

“What the hell man?” Johnny called out to the driver of the other car, “watch where your… oh its you.” His voice faded out.

You looked round the side of the car to see men holding flick knives walking slowly towards Johnny. Ten ran over to stand beside Johnny, pulling a gun out of his jacket.

You started to panic slightly. Your idea of what being part of a gang was, was slowly changing to a much more dangerous idea. The reality of which you weren’t sure you were prepared for.

Ten shot two of the guys in the leg as Johnny tried to punch a few. There was six of them and only three of you. Two of you really, you were hiding behind the car.

“Ah look they have a pretty girl,” one of the men called out. Clearly you had not been hiding well enough.

Ten looked over to you, suddenly remembering you were there, it was only for a second but one of the guys managed to lean over and stab him in the arm, causing him to drop his gun, before Johnny could knock him out.

There was three of them left standing and only Johnny to face them. You saw one of them reach for Ten’s dropped gun and you panicked. You don’t know what happened, but you pulled your shoes off and ran towards where the gun was on the ground.

You picked it up and threw it away as hard as you could before grabbing the side of your heel.

You stabbed the man coming towards you in the side of the neck with your heel. One of the men deserted leaving only one, who Johnny managed to incapacitate.

You leaned over and pulled your jacket off, placing it on Ten’s wound tightly.

“Do you have a doctor or something?” you asked Johnny.

“I’ve already sent out an alert,” he said.

Moments later another black SUV pulled up but this time friendly faces jumped out.

You had been studying NCT’s key players and you recognised them as Doyoung and Jeno.

They helped you lift Ten into the car and shut the door. Jeno started to drive as Doyoung tried to deal with Ten’s injury.

“You’re lucky it’s not as bad as it looks,” he told him.

You realised you should probably call Kun, but for some reason it scared you. You knew Kun wouldn’t be angry at you, even if it had been your fault, but you knew he would be worried, and you really didn’t want to cause him anxiety.

He picked up on the second ring,

“Yes love?” he asked, in any other situation your heart would have been fluttering.

“Ten got stabbed,” you said simply. Kun’s voice didn’t panic like you thought it would, he stayed calm.

“Is he alright? Do you have a doctor?”

“We have Doyoung, I think that’s similar,”

“Yeh Doyoung’s great, are you okay? What happened?”

You explained the whole affair to him, he didn’t interrupt once.

“I’m getting the next flight out, stay inside their building, call me if anything happens with Ten, if I’m on the plane call Sicheng.”

“I love you,” you told him.

“I love you too, stay safe.”

The van stopped suddenly outside the NCT main building. Someone opened the door and helped you out before shutting it again.

“They need to take your friend round back… for obvious reasons,” he explained. “I’m Taeyong by the way.”

He looked slightly scary, he had a large scar across his right cheek, but his voice sounded almost cute. There was no way you could actually be scared of him.

He didn’t offer up any more conversation, nor did you, still in a slight state of shock.

He pressed on the elevator button and waited. When the doors opened with a ding, he motioned for you to enter first.

You nodded your head and smiled at him in thanks.

You both remained in silence until Taeyong led you into what must have been his office. It was both bigger and furnished more expensively than Kun’s, something you thought wouldn’t have been possible. Then NCT was a much larger organisation – WayV was only a subsidy.

“As the leader of NCT I would like to apologise for what happened today, I know you have only recently joined Kun’s organisation… this was meant to be a very safe enterprise.”

You were both surprised and unsurprised that Taeyong was the leader. You had a vision of someone scarier despite the fact Kun wasn’t scary. But when you looked at Taeyong, his concern and calming energy seemed perfect to make him a leader.

“It’s not your fault, occupational hazard I guess.”

Taeyong had the whisper of a smile on his face as he turned around and poured to drinks, sitting down at his desk and pushing one across to you.

“I had hoped to meet you in better circumstances, he doesn’t talk much about it, but everyone can tell Kun’s obsessed with you.”

You blushed red. You couldn’t believe everyone knew who you were and that Kun had liked you for years.

Taeyong smiled at your cute reaction.

“He doesn’t gossip about you or anything, he just used to get sad about it when he was very drunk. He seems happier now, he even texted me a smiley face emoji the other day.”

It was your turn to smile at the relationship between Kun and Taeyong. You were glad you were a part of his world, only if it meant you could finally see friends of his like Taeyong, you could finally see the whole picture.

“Do you know if Ten is okay?” you asked. Taeyong nodded.

“I would have let you stay with him but Kun instructed me not to before he got on the plane. He didn’t want you to see how gruesome it was.”

You internally rolled your eyes, Kun was slightly ridiculous, you had already watched him be stabbed how much worse could it get.

“I have to go do some work to sort this out, you are welcome to stay here and watch TV on my iPad or something,” Taeyong offered somewhat sheepishly.

“Kun told you to make me stay, here didn’t he?” Taeyong nodded.

“And while Kun doesn’t tell me what do to I feel like it’s easier just to go with him on this one, sorry y/n.”

Taeyong left and you settled for playing a crossword app he had. You got so engrossed in it you didn’t notice how long had passed.

You realised Kun’s flight would have landed about ten minutes ago.

You were excited to see him because you missed him even over such a short time. Equally you were slightly worried of how he was going to act, what he was going to do, seeing as he already had you on office arrest.

You take another sip of your rather strong drink. You were determined not to be persuaded my Kun to step down or back out again. He may have been your boyfriend, but you knew you could handle yourself. At least you were learning how to.

Moments later Kun burst through the office door and walked over towards you. You stood up instinctively, noticing immediately how pale his face was.

He wrapped his arms around you without saying anything. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. It wasn’t that you had felt unsafe before in Taeyong’s office, but you felt much safer with Kun right by you.

“Thank goodness you are both alive… I should never have let you come y/n,” Kun said, resting his forehead on your shoulder, “at least not by yourself.”

“I wasn’t by myself,” you protested, “I was with Ten… who would be much less alive had I not been there.” You wanted to have this conversation and sort things out but equally you knew it wasn’t the right time.

“You don’t have to tell me how amazing you are love; doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you… when I got a phone call from Taeyong…I”

You pulled Kun’s chin up,

“But we are both alive and fine, I’m totally fine Kun its okay,” you said, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I should be the one comforting you, not the other way around. I’m sorry,” Kun apologised.

“I am fine though, worried about Ten of course, but I’m strangely fine about the whole situation. Finding your gun in the kitchen was much more perturbing to me.”

“That’s because you are in a form of shock, you’re not processing the situation properly,” Kun said. It could have been true; you really didn’t think that was the case though.

“Ten has to stay here for a few weeks,” Kun explained, “we can go visit him now, but then we are getting the next flight back to China.”

Kun held your hand as you walked out the office door, his grip firm, unwilling to let you go.

Ten was fine when you saw him.

“It’s not exactly my first rodeo, also that stab with the heel? You’re a stone-cold bitch that was epic.”

“Don’t call her a bitch Ten,” Kun reprimanded but you smiled and gave him a high-five.

“At least someone knows skill when they see it,” you laughed back to him.

It wasn’t long before someone who worked for Taeyong was driving you and Kun to the airport.

“Is the airport not that way?” you asked Kun when you turned in a different to the one you remembered.

Airports are easy places to make you a target, we are going to the private airfield.” Kun explained.

That also explained how he had got a flight so quickly here.

The car stopped right outside the steps to a private jet.

“This is insane Kun,” you remarked, “we would have been perfectly fine on the normal plane.”

“I’m not longer taking that chance,” he said, “plus why not take private jet when you can afford it?”

“The environment?” you protested.

“Just get on the plane,” Kun told you, unable to argue you with your last point. You walked up the stairs, with more objections but invariably excited to be on a private jet.

It was dark as the plane took off, heading back to China.

“I missed you, you know?” you told Kun. He smiled squeezing your hand.

“I love you, y/n, I’m not putting you in that kind of situation without me again.”

“What would you being there change?”

“It would change everything, because if anyone ever tried to stab you when I was there, I would stand in front of the knife.”

It pained you to know that was true. You would never want Kun to sacrifice himself for you. But you knew he would in a heartbeat, he never had to say it. Hopefully it just never came to that.

“You are the one thing in my life that’s truly good. I need you to know that.” Kun told you.

When the seatbelt sign turned off, you stood up and moved to sit on Kun’s lap, wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you too,” you told him, holding him tight. There were worse things in life than Kun not leaving you alone. You didn’t like being apart from him anyway. You had done that for a few years and had hated it enough to join a gang. Kun’s gang.

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you either,” you said, stroking his hair softly. Head in the clouds, high above the clouds.

#sorry it took me so long to post - i got this part done out of the popular demand !!#kun #kun scenarios #wayv #nct #kun smut #wayv smut #wayv fluff #kun fluff #wayv sceanrios #nct scenarios #kun imagines #wayv imagines #kun fics #wayv fics

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hunni-pen · 4 years

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DATING SERO HEADCANONS

I’m in love with him. Please spare me.

College AU, because I live for College Sero. In a worn sweater and beanie

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ DRUG USE NSFW(I’ll put a point where it starts don’t worry)

BEFORE DATING

~You two were totally best friends.

~You probably met at a party or something and totally hit it off.

~There was a smoke circle and when you got to the party you just plopped down and he nodded his head at you and passed the blunt to you.

~The two of you probably chilled there for the whole party. Leaned against the wall and sharing your stupid conspiracy theories.

~”I’m just saying, the whole round earth thing is so sus. Where’s the water go?”

~”Please say sike right now! How is the water so deep if the earth was flat?”

~”Fair point, I’m just so baked right now. You’d think they’d have food here. But I guess booze and weed is more important huh.”

~Long story short, the two of you walked to the nearest open convenience store and bought snacks.

~From that night on, the two of you were practically best friends.

~You guys would hang out at his apartment, watch shitty comedy movies that were only funny cause you were high and nap.

~Some late nights, you would share your troubles with each other and comfort the other.

~That was the first time he hugged you. You’d just broke down crying and he pulled you close and just held you.

~He stroked your head and whispered words of comfort.

~You’d apologized for crying all over him.

~”I don’t mind. Stress is bad for the shoulders (Y/N).”

~Your first kiss was before you dated. Of course you guys were at another party.

~His ex showed up and you had laughed openly in her face when she explained their relationship.

~”So what are you his girlfriend or something now?” She’d asked with a hand on her hip.

~”What does it matter you? You’re not his anyways.” You titled his head towards you, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “Isn’t that right baby?”

~You left him completely kiss drunk. He’d only nodded, further proving your point to his ex.

~With a snarky smile you tipped your head and raised your eyebrows.

~Later Sero called you mean and laughed when you said she was ugly anyways.

~Let’s get this out of the way. He confessed first, it was super casual.

~”Hey (Y/N), I really like you and I would totally wanna take you out sometime.”

~You laughed, “on a date or with a gun?”

~”On a date.”

DATING

~When he asked you on a date you thought. Oh yeah, another one of our hangouts.

~No!

<He’ll wine and dine you. Pull all the stops, take you to your favorite place and at the end of the night he’ll be walk you to your door and hold your hands.

~”Did you have a good time?”

~”Literally the best time!”

~Who knee Sero was such a hopeless romantic.

~He’ll send you flowers randomly and when you returned his feeling openly he practically crumbles.

~”I’m so happy.”

~Shameless self promo(go read my Sero Oneshot for the love confession).

~He’s still your best friend, and you both still have your simple hang outs compared to that big first date.

~You were so completely in love with him.

NSFW

~Um smoking and then having sex.

~Probably knocking over the bong and you two just stop and are like

~He loves when you laugh during sex. It’s so cute.

~If everything seems way to intense he’ll probably crack a joke or something.

~S L E E P Y M O R N I N G S E X

~He just rolls on top of you and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

~He likes it when you ride him first thing in the morning.

~Lazy grinding while he holds your hips.

~”You always know exactly what I need,” he’d coo at you.”

~Someone help, now I’m thinking about it

~This should go without saying, but he totally ties you up.

~But him petting you head and saying how you take his cock so well☺️

~He teases, edging is definitely something he does a lot.

~He just finds your little whimpers so cute and he can’t get enough of them.

~When you orgasm he just milks you for every drop.

~”Give me more beautiful, I want more from you.”

———

I’ve been working this for a while. I hope someone enjoys this. I’m becoming a Sero Stan ngl.

#writing #reader insert #mha x you #mha hanta sero #mha headcanons #hanta sero x reader #sero x reader #imagines #boku no hero academia #my hero headcanons

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bellesque · 4 years

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Kneel (Loki x Reader)

Part 2: Say My Name (Part 1 here. AO3 link here)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings/Tags: SMUT to the high heavens, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Dominant Loki, Multiple Orgasms, Deep Throating, Cum Play, Exhibitionist Kink (like a little? a lot? somewhere in between?), Clone Sex (therefore threesome i guess), this is FILTHY do not say I didn’t warn you

A/N: Kneel gets a second part, the conclusion to the story! I did not plan on writing this and neither did I plan on it getting to this point of filth... but here we are, and I hope by the end of it y’all will still have a sliver of respect for me because I had to pause many a time and ask myself what the hell am I doing (hell even now I don’t don’t know what I’ve done)

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WHEN LOKI ANSWERS the door, he’s a little surprised to be greeted by an angry Tony Stark.

He raises a single eyebrow. “May I help you?”

“Yeah, actually, you can.” Stark crosses his arms over his chest, jerking his chin towards the inside of the room. “Got notified of some structural damage, which was traced back to this room, which is…” He points with two fingers, almost like a finger gun. “Right there. Care to tell me about it?”

Loki shrugs. “What’s there to tell? It’s a crack.”

“How’d it get there?”

“None of your business.”

“‘None of your business’—what d’you mean, none of my business—what the hell, Reindeer Games? Move.” Tony makes to push past Loki, but the God of Mischief, your boyfriend, blocks the doorway with his body. “Let me in.”

“No.”

Tony blinks, incredulous. “Uh, are you forgetting who owns this building? Who has the power to kick you out—”

“I’ll take care of it,” Loki snaps, dismissively waving his hand.

Tony frowns. “You’re being way weirder than you usually are. And that’s saying something. But hey, if your magic can somehow fix that and pay for insurance. Be my guest. Anyway, I’m not here to ask how you are, I’m here to ask—how was the mission?”

“Fine,” Loki answers shortly, tone clipped and curt. “Goodbye.” He starts to close the door.

“Oh come on, we’re on the same team now, it’s not like I’m inviting you to dinner—”

Loki clamps a hand over your mouth, effectively cutting off your whimper.

“Goodbye, Stark,” the Loki at the door grits out with finality, closing it in his face. The illusion around you falls away in a shimmer of green, Loki’s clone dissipating while the real one nips at your neck fervently.

“Just couldn’t keep quiet for five minutes, hmm?” he rasps, fingers circling your clit mercilessly.

The moan you held in moments ago rips from your throat unbridled. You grind on his fingers, relishing the hard twitch of his erection pressing into your back. “Just—just had to fuck me while he was around, huh?” you say through short breaths.

“Don’t tell me that didn’t turn you on.” He slips his cock between your warm folds, a guttural groan floating into the air. “Knowing that it was just my illusion cloaking us… if I had faltered just a little, he would have seen all the things I do to you…”

“Didn’t peg as you as someone who likes an audience.”

“Would you like to find out?”

You let out another moan at the indecent imagery. Loki squeezes your breast, tweaking and rolling your nipple in his fingers as he pounds into you from behind. Your head falls uselessly against the pillow, eyes barely open.

He’s been fucking you like this for who knows how long. Your wrists are sore and chafed from the handcuffs, your cunt absolutely spent—but somehow you and Loki can’t seem to stop. As soon as you think you’re done, one of you says or does something that sets off the other.

And the cycle of fucking repeats itself.

He slaps your ass as he slams into you, shifting you completely on your stomach now and sinking his cock deeper inside you. Loki bites your shoulder when you whine into the pillow; the newest addition to the collection of marks along your shoulders and torso.

“That’s it,” he growls against your sweat-sheened skin. “Take my cock, like the greedy cock slut you are.”

“I-I—Loki”—heat coils inside you—“Loki, I ca—”

“You will.”

He lifts your hips a few inches off the bed, sliding his hand underneath you and pushing against your clit. You shudder, toes curling, as your body pulses with release.

“How many times have you cum already?” There’s a playful tone when he asks. “And you still have more in you. Oh, darling, you are full of surprises.” He flips you over, handcuff rattling on the bedframe. “Would you like to be full of my cum?”

“Fuck, please,” you whine, flexing your walls around his shaft. “How are you still so f—fucking hard, and-and—”

You’re cut off once again when Loki lifts your knees over his shoulders, bottoming out with every thrust, a sex-crazed expression across his face.

Not even five minutes since your last one, and you’re in the throes of orgasm again.

This time Loki cums too, cock twitching inside you as his release shoots out, your cunt milking out every last drop he has to give.

“Such a good, good girl.” He cards his fingers through your wild hair. Loki pulls out, his cock covered in slick, and he swipes against your pussy lips to push his cum inside you. “Keep it all in, hmm? Until tonight.”

He uncuffs you with a wave of his hand, and you flatten on the mattress. “How do you…” you pant, “How do you not look like you wanna pass out? I’m exhausted. But in a good way.”

Loki stands, pulling on a pair of black pants, grinning at you. “Magic.”

“Speaking of.” You push yourself up on your elbows, draping the white sheet over you. “The clone. Would it have been possible for Tony to walk through it?”

“If I willed it. However my clone did, in fact, take corporeal form.” Loki bends to brush his lips against your hairline. “Now, take your nap. I know you need it. I shall see you when you wake.”

“Where are you going?”

“As much as I hated his intrusion, I do have to meet with Stark about yesterday’s mission.”

You give him the best puppy eyes you can manage in your sleepy state. “I’ll miss you.”

His eyes light up, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “I won’t be long,” he says before he steps out of your room and closes the door.

“I’ll be right here,” his voice purrs at your side.

“What the f—” You scramble away from the sound on instinct, falling off the side of the bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs. Loki’s trademark laugh rings out, crisp and full. You snap upright to see his expression of lazy amusement on the other side of the bed.

His clone, or his real self?

“Surprised?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“A little more than that!” You untangle yourself from the mess, crawling onto the bed with the sheet wrapped around your naked form as you regard him cautiously. “Are you… are you real?”

He opens his arms to you: an invitation to touch him. Experimentally you bring up a finger and poke his chest. You’re met with the hard plane of muscle that tenses underneath his green tunic.

“Who walked out that door?” You glance between it and Loki. “I—what the fuck?”

“I did.”

“Then who are you?”

“I’m me.”

“I swear, Loki, I don’t need you to be a little shit right now—”

Loki laughs again, grasping your shoulders with his large hands and rubbing soothingly over the expanse of your skin. “So easily riled up. Where is the kitten who was so sated from sex and ready to sleep?”

“You freaked her out, and the claws came out,” you mumble.

He chuckles. “You need a nap. Come.”

Loki climbs into bed with you, setting your head on his chest. He strokes your hair, lulling you into a daze, but before sleep can overtake you, you mumble, “Clone or real Loki?”

“Does it matter if I feel real?”

“Clone then.” You’re not disgusted, or in shock. Just glad to have your question answered. And ultimately, his clone is still a part of him. Still him, just more magic than person.

You fall asleep to the foreign yet familiar fingers brushing your hair away from your forehead.

“Looks like you’re having fun with someone who isn’t me.”

Loki swaggers into the room, his hands in his pockets. You roll your eyes, tightening the hair tie around the clone’s raven hair. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, we both know he’s still technically you.”

You swing your body around to face him. “Why don’t you wear your hair like this?” You gesture to the bun his clone is currently looking at through the window’s reflection. “It looks good.”

You didn’t expect to wake up from your nap cradled protectively in Loki’s—well, his clone’s—arms. Seeing as dusk was beginning to sweep over the city and Loki still wasn’t back, you decided to while your time with him. You knew Loki’s attention would be split too much if you engaged in more than endearing quips, so you settled for playing with the clone’s hair. So far, you’ve brushed it, braided it multiple times, and put it into a bun.

“Does it?” Loki sits at the edge of the mattress, cupping a hand behind your neck to pull you in for a kiss. He moves down to pepper kisses around your throat, and you melt into his touch like butter in a pan.

“Yeah,” you breathe, “you’re pretty handsy—handsome. I mean handsome.”

“I don’t think it suits me with this tunic on,” the clone interrupts from the window, causing you to pull away reluctantly from Loki. “Thoughts?”

You exhale as you raise your eyes to the ceiling, annoyance creeping up your neck. Loki brushes the inside of your wrist. You look at him, an impish grin on his face.

“Does he really have to be here?” you sigh.

“Darling, you know it’s just me.”

“So why’d you interrupt us? Him? You—ugh, you know what I mean!”

Loki chuckles at your growing confusion and waves his hand. “There. Gone.”

You turn around, and sure enough, there is nothing but the large window overlooking the city skyline.

“Thank you.” You briefly admire the hues of sunset that paint the city in a warm glow. “Look at that view. Beautiful,” you comment absently. Turning your head back to Loki, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and give him the sultriest bedroom eyes you can muster. “Now, where were we?”

You lean forward to kiss him, only he responds by hoisting you up over his shoulder.

“Hey!”

He walks around the bed and to the farther end of the room, palming your ass all the while, and then sets you down in front of the window. Facing the horizon. Standing behind you, his breath tickling your neck, Loki slides down the strap of your bra ever so slowly.

Your breathing immediately hitches, your brain freezing up. “What are—Loki, what are you doing?”

One kiss, then two; his hands sensually glide over your stomach, tracing his fingers over your skin and making you shiver.

“Enjoying the view,” he says, voice low and deep. “Such a beautiful sunset, isn’t it?”

He eases your breasts out of the confines of your bra, and your feet shuffle away from the window, your back bumping into his chest. Loki stands his ground, unyielding—and he takes a step forward, pushing you closer to the window.

Your thoughts are frayed at the edges as he cups one breast in his palm, holding and squeezing until he lets go, the imprint of his hand blooming pinkish across your skin.

“Someone might see,” you whisper hoarsely.

“Look down at the street, love.”

Loki’s voice is silk and sin. He nibbles at your ear, his hand roving to the other breast. Your eyes flit down to the sparse crowds streaming along the sidewalk. “Do you think they would think to look up this tower, to this very room, to find a couple in the throes of pleasure?”

His sinful hands smooth down over your waist, pushing your shorts along with your underwear to the floor and exposing your slick center to the coolness from the air conditioner. You whimper shakily.

“The other,” you gasp when his thick, long finger slides into your cunt without much friction, “the other high rise buildings.”

“Too caught up in their own lives. Self-centered creatures, humans.” He angles your head so it falls against his shoulder, giving him clear access to your neck. He sucks your skin into his mouth in time with the pump of his fingers.

Never in your wildest fantasies did you dream that Loki would fuck or finger you on a surface that wasn’t a bed. Loki was your boyfriend who held himself back—up until 12 hours ago.

Now he’s your boyfriend who slips in and out of you, right in front of a floor-length window, seemingly uncaring about the possibility of being seen.

You arch your back when he hits your G-spot, your hands flying to the side of your head to the press against the glass. The heat from your body fogs it up and blurs the lights that begin to illuminate the dimming city.

He pulls his fingers out of you when you start panting in time with each pump of his fingers, replacing it with his cock. You moan, eyes slipping closed, as your feet spread further apart.

Loki’s fingers dig into your hips, occasionally roaming north to scratch your breasts lightly. He’s grunting into your ear, softly, and each sound makes your floor muscles clench harder and harder around his thick shaft.

And without warning, he growls, muttering, “Your pussy—so tight—” and fucking rams into you, each thrust purposeful and possessive and powerful. Your torso is pressed against the window now, mouth hanging open as he lifts your feet off the floor and pistons into you.

Sweat and mist condense on the glass, your face scrunching up in pleasure as you climb steadily to orgasm.

“Say my name,” he growls, clawing a hand into your ass and causing a fresh spasm of arousal to erupt in your core.

“Loki,” you rasp out obediently.

“Louder!”

“Loki—i! Ah, shit, right there—”

He roughly shoves his finger between your folds, rubbing your clit so harshly you’re seeing stars behind your eyes that explode when you do with release not long after.

Loki pulls out of you rather unceremoniously, hooking an arm around your waist and taking huge strides until he sits at the bed and shoves you to the floor between his legs.

Oh, his fat fucking cock.

“You know what to do, love.” He caresses your cheek and traces your jawline from chin to ear—and then he yanks your head towards his throbbing cock.

You eagerly open your mouth, taking in as much of his length into your mouth in one go, and your gag reflex almost kicks in. Loki strokes your hair, muttering affirmations, and soon you’re hollowing your cheeks, sucking and slurping, the most obscene sounds filling the room.

Choking on his cock is… it’s always been one of your deeper fantasies, you can admit that now, and to actually be experiencing it has your center slick with arousal once more. He hasn’t cum yet, and you’re not sure if you want it in your mouth or in your cunt.

You look up at Loki and feel a surge of pride. His face is contorted with pleasure, just as it was earlier today when you sucked him off; his eyes are shut tight, his lips parted and his teeth slightly bared. You fondle his balls, keeping your eyes on him, and Loki hisses, pushing you to take even more of his cock. Tears form at the corner of your eyes but you happily oblige. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat as you slacken your jaw and bob quickly on him.

He tightens around your hair, pushing you back, and Loki’s cum shoots out in thick, heavy pulses, splattering over your chest and face.

“Good girl,” he husks weakly, lust-ridden eyes drinking in the sight of you on your knees and coated in his cum. He swipes his thumb over your chin, collecting the evidence of his release on the side of his finger, and shoves his thumb past your lips and into your mouth.

You keep your eyes locked with his, swirling your tongue around the pad of his finger, his bitter seed sliding down your throat as you suck on his thumb.

“Fuck,” he whispers, eyes blown dark with desire. “Bed. Now. I need to taste you.”

You rise with shaky knees and Loki practically pounces you, pinning you to the bed as he licks into your mouth as if he’s a man starved. He nips at your lips, and then he bites—you let out a wanton moan, and Loki spreads your legs apart and settles between them.

All your simple, short-circuited mind can focus on is the trail of fire he’s leaving with his lips. He presses open-mouthed, sloppy kisses over your chest, raking his teeth over your sensitive nipples. He kisses down the center of your stomach, each kiss wetter and wetter until he hovers over your swollen lips.

“Look at me,” he commands.

You’re struggling to keep your eyes open, but you manage. Loki gives you a dirty, devilish look, and then he dives into your folds, his tongue massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your head falls when you moan, eyes rolling back.

“Eyes on me!” Loki orders against your cunt, the vibration of his voice and lips making you whimper at the stimulation.

His nose presses firmly against your soft mound, his tongue pushing up against your heated walls, and oh, his fucking eyes. Intense, burning, full of passion and desire. You could probably cum just from the way he looks at you.

Your hips gyrate as he licks up and down your slit teasingly for a few seconds before dipping back into your wet cavern; his mouth travels north to latch onto your clit and suck harshly. And he repeats it—until you’re a whining, writhing mess, ass pressed into the mattress.

“Loki,” you gasp out, “Loki, more—”

“More?” He gives your cunt a loud, wet kiss. “On your knees, pet.”

You barely have to move since Loki’s flipping you over on the mattress himself, lifting your hips to his shoulders. Your knees bump against his hard back muscles and oh fuck—his wicked tongue licks up sensitive spots you didn’t know you had.

You push up on your elbows, bucking against his face, acting purely on the carnal need to get to orgasm. Loki slaps your ass, kneads it; the mattress soaks up your muffled whimper.

“Suck,” he instructs into your pussy.

Your brow furrows, and you lift your head. Did you hear him right? “Suck wh—”

In front of you is him. Loki. His cock.

But he’s still feasting on your pussy, which means…

Loki pushes your body towards his clone without warning, and your lips crash against the wet slit of the cock in front of you. His cock.

“You said you wanted more, did you not?” Loki thumb flicks against your clit. “This is more.”

The clone cradles your head in his hands, a slow and sexy smirk spreading over his lips, and guides your wanting mouth onto his waiting cock.

You’ve never been more turned on in your life.

The clone is Loki, your lust-filled mind says, so whatever you do to him, Loki will feel. As your boyfriend eats you out into oblivion, you intend to do the same. You swirl your tongue around his shaft, sucking sensually and humming, trying to push him closer and closer to orgasm.

Loki growls against you and he delivers one mind-numbing suction on your clit. He pulls out an orgasm from you just like that, and your lower limbs shake and convulse from the intensity of it.

You’re kneeling on the bed while you continue to suck him off, and Loki positions the head of his cock at your dripping slit.

“Good girl, sucking my cock like that.” Loki pulls your hair away from your face as you deepthroat him once more. “Your mouth is marvelous, taking in all of me like that. Your pussy”—he thrusts into you with a loud groan, and you’re hit with a vision of his eyes rolling back in pleasure—“is just as exquisite.”

All you can let out is a weak gurgle on his cock. He grinds into your pussy, grasping your hips tightly. “Ready, sweet?”

You pause to take a breath, entire body thrumming with pleasure, and gasp, “Yes, Loki, fucking—fuck me.”

He slides out of you and you wrap your lips around the head of the clone’s cock—and they bury their cocks down to the hilt, and your world shatters into fragments of ecstasy.

You’re bucking against both of them in wild abandon, feeling like you’ll explode with pleasure at any given moment; Loki, the real one, fondles your breasts and your clit as he thrusts into you, his clone tugging and stroking your hair, guiding your head.

You’ve lost track of how many tiny, almost preparatory orgasms you’ve had; your body is searing hot, delirious ecstasy coursing through your veins. You cum, and you cum again, and both Lokis speed up in their hard thrusts until the warm, hot seed coats the walls of your mouth and cunt.

The clone eases out of your mouth, whispering how good you are, and because you can barely keep your eyes open you don’t see when he shimmers away.

Loki kisses your shoulder gently; a loving gesture. “How was that, pet?” He pulls you onto your back.

“You should rail me like that more often.”

Loki laughs, kissing you on the lips. “Oh, trust me, love. There will be plenty. But I think we’ve defiled this Tower more than we should have.”

“Home?” you mumble, twisting to snuggle into his chest. “After like. Five minutes of this.”

He holds you like this, in sated serenity—until he whispers something dirty in your ear that makes you bolt up for the bathroom.

You can’t wait to feel the soreness between your legs tomorrow.

— — —

“You two be safe,” Tony calls from the Tower lobby. “And thanks for helping out on the mission, Reindeer Games.”

Loki shakes his head, muttering, so you step in. “Thanks for letting us stay for two nights. Really, that’s so kind of you.”

“Yeah, well, member perks.” He gives Loki a pointed look. “Don’t make me regret it.”

“Yes, Stark,” Loki says, rolling his eyes.

Tony opens the cab door for the pair of you. “See you soon then.”

As the cab drives away to transport you to your apartment, Tony heads back into the Tower. He was only meant to send you off and head right back upstairs to his office—but he remembers the crack in Loki’s room. Yeah, he should definitely check that out. Make sure the bastard fixed it, or at least see how bad the damage is if he didn’t.

When the door opens and he steps inside, his face contorts at the sight. Cracks, multiple of them, decorate the walls. And wh—his eyes snap to the bed. Is the bedframe crumpled? But the metals he used, they’re—

There’s even a hairline crack on the window.

“Loki fucking Laufeyson!”

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Uncertain | KHJ

genre: angst, fluff, mafia!au

members: kim hongjoong x reader, brother!jung wooyoung, choi jongho, park seonghwa, jeong yunho

warnings: swearing, walking out

5th July, 2018

“i’m y/n,” you smiled.

“and she is my sister! which means that if any of you lay a hand on her–” wooyoung pulled his gun out of his pocket and smiled sweetly, “there we go.”

you laughed slightly, only hitting him when you saw he’d put the gun fully back into his pocket.

“and why is she here?” a man asked.

he had a mullet, dyed light brown and his ears were full of earrings.

“that’s hongjoong,” wooyoung whispered, “our leader.”

hongjoong raised his eyebrows at wooyoung expectantly and your brother coughed, spluttering his words out.

“well– she– i– you know,” wooyoung took a deep breath, “she’s here because i don’t want her to stay with our parents. if any of you had little siblings, you’d do the same, right?”

“wrong,” jongho said, “it’s actually my little siblings who are the evil ones. if i could get my parents away, i would. but, they won’t leave.”

wooyoung rolled his eyes, “except you.”

hongjoong sighed, “she can stay. she can eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with us. we have a room on the top floor and remind her she doesn’t need to clean any rooms.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, scoffing at hongjoong, “you know i’m right here, don’t you?”

wooyoung widened his eyes, beginning to drag you away by your shoulders, “ah, she’s joking hong—”

“no, it’s okay,” hongjoong chuckled, walking over so he was only centimetres away from your face, “she’s brave. i like it.”

“i’m not brave, i’m just calling you out,” you scoffed, “and sorry but, where’s my room? i kinda need a nap right now.”

hongjoong scoffed, nodding his head, grabbing your arm gently, “come with me.”

“i meant it hongjoong!” wooyoung called after the two of you.

hongjoong pulled the gun out of his pocket, not taking his attention off of your conversation.

wooyoung just rolled his eyes.

9th February, 2020

“where are you going?” you called.

hongjoong turned back to you, smiling sweetly with no meaning, “i’m going to get ice cream and frolick in the park.”

you rolled your eyes, sighing, “i was just asking.”

“i’m going out.”

“yes, but where?” you pushed.

“does it matter to you?!” hongjoong exclaimed, “jesus christ, can i not even leave without you bugging me?!”

you looked back to the clock in the kitchen, 19:14.

“fine,” you laughed dryly, “go. i won’t stay up.”

“no one asked you to.”

“be safe!” you called, “wherever the fuck you’re going.”

only three months after you’d moved in with ateez, you and hongjoong had made moves to take you far beyond just friends, despite wooyoung’s words. who was wooyoung to fight, though? his gang’s leader dating his sister was only to end in good things for him, especially with how much joy you brought to hongjoong.

brought. past tense.

since then, just under two years had passed and it had somewhat changed.

the hard, mafia leader hongjoong, who you managed to melt away until he was simply your boyfriend, had somehow bounced back.

now? you laid in bed alone, cold, and, underlining everything; lonely.

12th February, 2020

“where’s wooyoung?” hongjoong asked.

the six other members looked at each other, slight shrugs and shakes of their heads going between them before hongjoong shouted out, groaning loudly.

“where the fuck is that boy?!” he yelled, “i’ve had it with the jung family!”

“i’m here! hongjoong! i’m here! sorry!” wooyoung exclaimed, running in the room and sitting in his spot beside jongho.

“explanation?” hongjoong said simply, raising one eyebrow as he looked to the panting boy.

“there was a girl in my bed this morning,” wooyoung said, still trying to get his breath back, “it was not easy to explain why i had to go.”

hongjoong laughed cruely, “there was a girl in my bed this morning too. your sister. and just because your sister is in my bed, does not mean you get to fucking slack! do you understand?”

hongjoong’s voice was quiet, but exasperated, and it sent shivers down all the boys’ spines.

wooyoung nodded, gravely, “yes, hongjoong.”

“good,” he spat, “then we’ll continue.”

“what did you mean you’ve had it with the jung family?” seonghwa asked, “everything okay?”

“being particularly nosey, are we seonghwa?” hongjoong sighed.

seonghwa rolled his eyes, “no! i’m fucking worried about you, man! i don’t want your girl at home to be unsatisfying. that’s the worst thing a mafia leader could deal with.”

hongjoong scoffed, “it is, isn’t it?”

seonghwa laughed and nudged hongjoong’s shoulder, “so? care to tell me?”

“she’s just so fucking annoying,” hongjoong cried, “she’s so clingy and she always wants to cuddle?! like literally a couple weeks ago she came and climbed on my lap while i was working so we could cuddle. while i was working!”

seonghwa grimaced, “god. have you told her?”

“no. i’m trying to be a dick so i can let her down slowly. make her not want me until we’re at a mutual place.”

seonghwa nodded, the plan was cruel, but probably the best one a mafia leader could have come up with.

“what about wooyoung?” seonghwa asked.

“what about him?”

“well doesn’t it become a bit fucking awkward after you’ve hit it and quit it with his sister?”

hongjoong rolled his eyes, scoffing, “if he has a problem with it, he can leave. i’ll give her enough money to buy her own place, so she’ll be fine.”

seonghwa gasped, “wow! really? god, hongjoong, you’re so kind! i should be more like you.”

hongjoong smiled, “i try.”

27th February, 2020

“hongjoong,” you whined, leaving the warmth and comfort of your bed, seeing your boyfriend still sat at his desk, “why aren’t you in bed?”

“unlike some of us, i have to work, y/n,” hongjoong spat.

you pouted, “you stressed? you sound it. hold on, i’ll make you a warm drink.”

hongjoong went to protest, but you had already left the room. he sighed, he didn’t want a fucking hot drink, he wanted to be left alone.

you hummed as you made the chai tea, a special recipe you’d concocted yourself. using milk and spices and tea, it filled the house with a comforting smell and warmed you up to no end.

you put a couple of the egg tarts you’d made the previous day on a plate and poured the tea into a mug, walking back into hongjoong’s office and setting them beside him.

“it’s late you know,” you sighed.

hongjoong gritted his teeth, looking up at you with a piercing look.

you seemed oblivious, looking curiously round his office, you’d never stayed in here for long.

“i know you know that, though,” you chuckled, “i’m going back to bed, okay? don’t be too long.”

you approached your boyfriend, the man almost ready to burst at any second until you placed the tiniest kiss on his temple, leaving the room again, hongjoong hearing your bare feet pad up the stairs.

he looked at the plate and cup in front of him, taking a sip from the tea, a slight smile raised his lips. it reminded him of you, though he wasn’t sure why.

he sighed, leaning forward and taking a bite of the egg tart, “thank you.”

6th March, 2020

you sighed, watching your boyfriend leave again, for the fourth time that week.

picking up your phone, you pressed your brother’s contect, holding it to your ear as you walked upstairs to find the little belongings that belonged solely to you.

“what’s up!” wooyoung laughed, “i miss you, y/n.”

you sighed, “yeah, well you might be seeing me sooner than you think.”

“huh?” wooyoung asked, panic laced in his voiced, “w-what do you mean?”

a tear fell from your eye as you packed only the clothes you owned previous to knowing hongjoong, looking around your shared bedroom.

“i can’t do it,” you said, your voice shaky as you shook your head, “god, woo, i can’t— it’s like he doesn’t even know i’m here. i’m more like his maid. just for cooking and cleaning and fucking whenever he pleases.”

wooyoung sighed, unable to think of any words to say.

“every time i try and help him, i just have no reply,” you said, “i can’t do it anymore. i can’t help him. i actually think he might be heartless.”

“are you going to come here?” wooyoung asked.

he sounded fed-up, and just that thought alone made your heart sink. you felt bad. you felt so bad. but being with woo, it was just going to be better than ever being with hongjoong. you weren’t stupid.

“if that’s okay,” you said with a sigh, “i’ll find somewhere else as soon as possible.”

“it’s fine, y/n,” wooyoung said, “you coming now?”

“yeah,” you nodded, “yeah, i just need to write a note. i’m sorry if this gets you in any kind of—”

“don’t,” wooyoung said, “it’s fine. it’ll be awkward but, as long as i don’t do anything, he won’t.”

you nodded, “well. i’ll see you in a bit.”

wooyoung hummed, quickly hanging up.

you sighed, heading down to the kitchen, pulling the bag with you. you poured out a cup of homemade chai tea and the last remaining egg tart from the most recent batch. you quickly scribbled a note and left it underneath.

“ah!” you exclaimed, turning back only seconds after you began to leave, picking up the pen, “p.s. microwave the tea for 1 minute 40 seconds. that’s how you like it. y/n.”

you sighed, finally stepping out the front door once and for all. this was it. no regrets.

“i’m home,” hongjoong sighed, knowing that with the time on the clock you’d already have gone to bed.

he walked into the kitchen, scoffing as he saw the tea and the tart.

“what’s this?” he muttered, ripping the note out from underneath the plate, grabbing the tart as well so he could eat as he read.

hi hongjoong. welcome home i guess.

when you go upstairs, don’t expect to find me. i love you joong, i really do, but i can’t do this anymore. i try to love and care for you but all you do is push me further away.

maybe that was your plan. you’re just cruel like that, aren’t you? i should have expected it really, dating a mafia leader. still. i thought you’d changed. i guess not.

thanks for a happy two years hongjoong. i love you.

- y/n

p.s. microwave the tea for 1 minute 40 seconds. that’s how you like it - y/n

hongjoong dropped the note, looking to the tea and the tart in front of him. this was what he wanted. this is what he was trying to do, but now he wasn’t sure.

he rushed upstairs, going into the bedroom where, sure enough, you weren’t.

on every normal day he’d come home, he’d walk into the bedroom, switch the light on, switch it off when he realised you were asleep, shake your snow globe and kiss you once before going downstairs to continue work.

now, however, he could turn the light on, artificially brightening the room, and not have to turn it back off. you weren’t there.

he turned to look at the snow globe, one you’d bought when hongjoong took you to disneyland for your 100 day anniversary. it wasn’t there.

hongjoong walked downstairs limply, no thoughts running through his head as he came back in the kitchen, placing the tea in the microwave for 1 minute and 40 seconds, slowly eating the egg tart as he waited and thought.

this is what he wanted. he’d planned it all out in his head. but now it had happened, now his plan had worked and you had gone. was this really it?

...maybe that was your plan. you’re just cruel like that, aren’t you?

hongjoong swore as he crouched down, holding his face in his hands. yes, he was cruel. he was so, so cruel and now he was left to suffer in the aftermath by himself. alone.

15th March, 2020

“morning,” wooyoung said, a slight smile as he handed you a cup of coffee, “how you feeling?”

you sighed, your eyes filling with tears as you looked back on the situations of the past week. although you were the one who walked out, and he was the one who did wrong, a small part of you couldn’t help but want him to come and find you.

“not well, huh?” your brother said, patting your head slightly, “it’s okay. heartbreak sucks.”

“like you’d know!” you exclaimed.

“what’s that supposed to mean!” wooyoung shouted.

“ya! don’t shout at me!” you shouted.

“you’re doing it to me too!”

“um, guys?” yunho said, knocking at the door slightly, “y/n, there’s someone here for you.”

“for me?” you asked, getting out of bed, a confused look on your face, “well i guess i did tell nari about the situation.”

yunho shook his head, “it’s not nari. just go. i think you’ll be glad.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, watching as he walked away, before making your own way to the front door.

“hello?” you asked, seeing no one there.

you poked your head round, and saw a figure sat on the swinging chair outside. a figure you know all too well.

“y/n,” he said, “ca– can we talk? for a bit?”

you sighed, pushing the door closed behind you and walking to sit next to him.

“i guess you got my note,” you said.

hongjoong sighed, nodding, “yeah.”

it fell silent, as you saw hongjoong fiddle with his fingers and take several deep breaths, as though he was trying to psych himself up.

“i– i—” hongjoong stuttered, before sighing and trying again, “i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry, y/n, you have no idea.”

your eyes filled with tears again as you looked forward, trying not to let him see.

“truthfully, i did think it would be better for you to leave but then you did leave and now i don’t know why!” he said, sniffling slightly and as you turned, you could see he was wiping away a couple tears secretly, “i’m an idiot. i know i am.”

you chuckled humourlessly, staring down at both of your feet. hongjoong was wearing his doc martens, you: your inside slippers.

“and i understand what i’ve done, so i understand if you wouldn’t take me back,” hongjoong said, nodding solemly as your eyes went to his face, watching for his expression, “but it’s been over a week now. it’s been eight days. and i have done zero work because every day i get home and i cry so hard because you’re not there. and every little thing that i didn’t want you to do before– i– i miss it so much.”

a tear fell down his face and you wiped it away, giving up on trying to control your own.

“i want you to come and make me tea and pastries and i want you to come and sit on my lap while i work and i want you to cuddle me when we’re asleep and i want you to clean me up after i’ve got wounds from a mission. i want it all! i want you.”

you sighed, “you didn’t like it before.”

hongjoong sniffled, tucking some hair behind your ear, “i did. god, i did. but after that defeat from stray kids, i felt inferior and so– so i brought the mafia leader image home as well. i wasn’t being kim hongjoong with you. but i am now, i am kim hongjoong and i want you back in my life. please.”

you wiped away his tears, placing a hand on his cheek and leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“truthfully? i’ve been waiting for you every day since i left,” you sighed, “i didn’t even take all my stuff.”

hongjoong chuckled, “i thought you did that to be cruel.”

you laughed, climbing onto his lap, the way you used to when he was working, “i missed you, hongjoong. and i don’t just mean in the past week.”

hongjoong nodded, “i missed you, in the past week, more than i’ve ever missed someone before. but... i know, and i missed me too. i’m so, so glad to be back.”

you chuckled, kissing him again, “it’s good to see you again, hongjoong-ah. don’t go away again. promise?”

hongjoong smiled, linking his pinky finger with yours.

“i promise.”

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14 Days: J-Hope (Part 2!)

Alright y’all, here’s part 2!

TW: Tiny emeto mention, food, anxiety/panic attacks, hospital, nightmares (let me know if you see any I missed!)

Also, huge thank you to @thatoneemokpop-02 for all their help and ideas <3 They’re amazing!

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Yoongi was ready to do whatever he needed to in order to help Hoseok recover. He glanced at his watch, and saw that it was almost 8:00 a.m. The other members would be here at 9:00 to pick them up. Yoongi looked over at the sleeping boy, smiling a bit as Hoseok’s chest rose and fell. He went to Hoseok’s side.

“Good morning Hobi.”

Hoseok woke up to Yoongi rubbing his arm softly.

“Morning Yoongi,” Hoseok still felt exhausted. Unfortunately, sleeping in a hospital was well… IMPOSSIBLE. All throughout the night, nurses had been coming in to check on him. He hadn’t been able to sleep for more than an hour at a time all night.

“I know you’re still tired bud. We’re gonna get you home and then you can sleep all you need to. Not to mention, I’m gonna be the one keeping track of what you eat.”

“No, Yoongi…” Hoseok pouted, knowing his fast food would now be limited.

“Yes baby. Your doctor came in this morning to check on you and he told me that you collapsed partially because you weren’t eating right.”

Hoseok sighed.

“My doctor’s a snitch.”

“No, you’re just bad at keeping track of your health when you get focused in on something.” Yoongi laughed and Hoseok looked at him with an annoyed glare.

Yoongi packed up everything Jin had sent in the bag the night before.

“Relax,” he laughed. “I won’t be totally crazy. You can still have some junk food.”

“Can we get McDonalds’ on the way home?”

“No.”

“Okay then see? You’re robbing me of the essentials.”

Yoongi laughed, and looked back at Hoseok who was partially smiling.

“Hey uh, Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“I um… I think we have a problem.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi came over to Hoseok who was holding his phone.

“Namjoon’s called three times, Jin called four, and the maknaes have called nine times altogether.”

“Well… better call them back. I can talk to them if you’re feeling too tired.”

“Nah, I’ll call them. I know you’re just as tired as me. Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure, anything.”

Hoseok took Yoongi’s hands.

“Go get yourself some breakfast. You gotta take care of yourself too.”

Yoongi hated to admit it, but Hoseok was kinda right. Since he’d been so focused on Hoseok’s health, he’d forgotten about his own.

“Okay, but don’t you dare try to get up on your own. I’ll be back in a few minutes alright?” Yoongi rubbed Hoseok’s shoulder, and then left to get food.

He ate nearly three bites of biscuit, and a piece of bacon. It was all he could stomach with Hoseok on his mind. He threw away his garbage and headed back to Hoseok’s room. He found it swarming with doctors. He pressed his way through and saw them laying Hoseok down.

“Mr. Jung, you can’t get up on your own yet. It’s only going to make your injuries worse.” The nurse closest to him looked in his eyes to try and strengthen her words.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure I get someone next time. Thanks.” Hoseok grimaced and ran his hand down his injured leg.

“Hoseok…”

“Crap.” Hoseok knew he messed up. Yoongi was already worried, and he’d no doubt just made it worse.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you. I’m so sorry…”

Yoongi hated to pull this stunt, but if he was gonna get Hoseok to take care of himself, he needed to pull it off.

“No, Yoongi it was my fault. I was stupid. I’ll be more careful.”

“No, it was my fault. I could have waited to eat when we got home but I was being selfish…” Yoongi wanted Hoseok to understand what a careless act could cause a caretaker to feel like. With that, hopefully Hoseok would try to take better care of himself in an effort to keep Yoongi feeling like he was doing a good job. Psychology chaos? Yes. Crucial to Hoseok’s recovery? Also, yes.

“Yoongi, stop. I wanted to get up to prove to myself I could. I was gonna do it at home if I didn’t do it here. It wasn’t your fault alright?”

Yoongi knew Hoseok. That annoyance in his voice wasn’t directed at the situation. He was terrified that he wasn’t able to walk or stand on his own.

“Okay. I just… I don’t want you to hurt yourself worse…”

This was true. Yoongi was worried for Hoseok, and rightfully so. He’d just lost his independence and his ability to do the thing he loved. The boy wasn’t only broken physically, but emotionally as well.

“I know.” Hoseok looked down at his leg. It was already casted, black as he’d requested. Perhaps he was feeling a little negative…

Yoongi sat down on the bed next to his injured boyfriend.

“It’s gonna be alright Hobi. I promise.”

Hoseok broke, crashing into Yoongi’s neck in tears.

“I hate this so much.” He sobbed, and Yoongi held him close, as he would have a child.

“I know you do. We’re gonna get through this together okay?”

Hoseok couldn’t answer, his breaths were too ragged and his voice too small.

Yoongi kissed his head, and kept holding him.

After a few minutes, Hoseok stopped crying, just allowing Yoongi to hold him. He wished he could wake up from this nightmare. He was living his worst fear. Not being able to dance… if he couldn’t dance, what was he supposed to do? Lie around and be helpless? Lose his position in the band? What if Yoongi got tired of him and just dumped him? What if-

“Hoseok! Hey, hey, easy. Easy.”

Hoseok came back to reality, realizing that he had just had a minor anxiety attack. Those seemed to be more common under the current circumstances. His breathing slowed, and he released his white-knuckled grip on Yoongi’s hoodie.

“There we go. Breathe.” Yoongi knew what anxiety could do to a person, so he was also good at soothing attacks.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Hoseok had finally caught his breath.

“Alright. I’m gonna go pack our bag up, and then it’ll be time for the guys to come get us. By the way, did you call them?”

“Yeah. They’re getting me moved into your room.”

“That’s good. It’ll be easier for me to help you if you need it.” Yoongi knew that “if” was just for courtesy. From his research, he knew Hoseok wouldn’t even be able to pee without him holding him up.

Hoseok got a text from Jimin that they were at the front door. Yoongi called the nurse, and she came in and helped with getting Hoseok in the wheelchair. In no time, Hoseok was loaded into the van, and the boys were on their way home.

They arrived at the apartment, and immediately the maknaes went into “must help hyung” mode. They were sent to the kitchen to make some sort of healthy brunch while Yoongi helped Hoseok shower.

“Okay we can’t get this boot wet, so let’s just have you sit here and- “

“Oh no no no, Yoongi please let me keep this shred of dignity. I am not sitting in a shower chair.”

“Yes, you are. Baby, if you wanna get better faster, you gotta do what it takes to recover.”

“Fine, but I better get a lot of cuddling after this.”

“I swear on AGUST-D’s album cover, I will cuddle the daylights out of you Jung Hoseok. Now, let’s get these clothes off.”

Yoongi was gentle in taking off Hoseok’s clothes. Soon, he was in the shower, sitting in the chair, and allowing Yoongi to wash his feet and legs (as much as he could). He let Hoseok handle his upper half and privates.

Yoongi turned the water off, and handed Hoseok a towel to dry himself off with. Yoongi would have gladly done it for him, but he thought it would be better for Hoseok’s mental health to remain as independent as possible. He did have to help Hoseok get dressed and back in his wheelchair, but overall, the experience was pretty good for Hoseok. He came out of it smiling.

“There he is. Ready for brunch Hobi? The boys destroyed the kitchen, but they’re proud.” Namjoon laughed as another blast of flour came out the kitchen doorway.

“YAH! Do not throw ingredients that is not what they’re- JEON JUNGKOOK!”

“I sent Jin in there to help them… It seems to be going well…” He laughed, partially concerned for Jin’s mental stability at the moment.

“Ha, yeah let’s see how they did.” Yoongi wheeled Hoseok into the dining room, and into the spot the boys had already made for him.

A loud crash sounded from the kitchen.

“Oops…”

“Jimin. That was my special pot.”

“I can glue it!” Taehyung popped up out of nowhere with a glue gun.

“No! NO. You cannot use a glue gun on a… Ah shoot. Boys, just take brunch in there and I’ll sweep this up.”

The boys came in with several plates and bowls full of food.

“Bon appetite.” Jungkook smiled as he handed out clean plates and silverware.

“As you see here, we have blueberry muffins, chocolate chip pancakes, various fruits, toast, orange juice and milk. Anything else we can get for you?”

“Nah, guys you’ve done awesome. It’s nice to come home to good food, and all this support.” Hoseok smiled, and the entire maknae line practically crushed him in a hug.

“We’ve got you hyung. Don’t you worry.” Taehyung ruffled Hoseok’s thick, black hair.

“Thanks guys.”

“Alright, let’s leave these two for a bit. Yoongi, Hoseok, we thought you two would want to work out a routine, so I’ve got these guys coming with Jin and I to the store and to run a few other errands. We’ll be back after supper I believe.”

“Sounds good.” Hoseok started on the chocolate chip pancakes, relishing each bite he took.

The others left, and he and Yoongi were left by themselves.

“Well baby, we’ve got a lot to do today.”

Hoseok looked at him, confused.

“Yoongi, I can’t… I can’t do anything remember?”

“Oh yes you can. We are going upstairs to watch a movie because I promised you cuddles. Then, we’re gonna come down here after a nap and we’re gonna make pizza for supper. When the boys come back, we’re gonna hang with them, and then you and I are going to work on songs because I have the attention span of a squirrel when I have to work alone.”

“Yoongi, you and I both know that’s not true.”

“Okay well I still get lonely, so you’re coming with me.”

Hoseok smiled at Yoongi’s attempt to fill the time.

“Can um… can I ask a favor?”

“Anything baby.”

“Can we nap first? I’m honestly exhausted and I still feel sore from practicing so much.”

“Let’s do it babe.”

Hoseok smiled, and Yoongi wheeled him to the bedroom.

“Okay on the count of three. “One, two, three!”

Yoongi lifted Hoseok onto the bed, and then tucked him in, ensuring that his feet were covered up and warm as well.

Hoseok moaned in comfort.

“It feels so good to actually lie down and not feel bad about it.”

Yoongi slid into his “little spoon” position.

“What do you mean?”

“I used to feel guilty when I was resting too much. It was like I was neglecting my work.”

“Crap Hoseok, why didn’t you tell me you were so worried about that?”

“Because you and I both know I wouldn’t have stopped. Then, you’d have been worried and I’d have still gotten hurt.”

“Okay maybe you’re not wrong.” Yoongi knew Hoseok would have still worked himself that hard, but he did wish he could have helped.

“Yoongi?” Hoseok’s voice was already thick, he was falling asleep quickly.

“Hmmm?”

“If I need to, can I wake you up?”

“Of course, you can. Anything you need, I’ll take care of you okay? Just rest.”

Hoseok wrapped his arms around Yoongi and nodded before dozing off to sleep.

Yoongi woke up to Hoseok breathing quickly and gagging. He jerked awake, and immediately placed his hand on Hoseok’s back.

“Woah, woah, okay easy. I’m awake. You’re not alone. You’re safe.”

“Y-Yoongi?” Hoseok burst into tears and gagged again.

Yoongi did what he had always done when Hoseok was having anxiety attacks. He wrapped his arms around him securely, and grabbed his hands so he couldn’t dig his nails into his palms.

“I’ve got you.”

“C-can’t see.”

Yoongi looked at Hoseok, his eyes closed tightly.

“It’s alright baby. You’re feeling scared, but when you open your eyes, you’ll be able to see.

Hoseok shook in Yoongi’s arms. He opened his eyes, still breathing quickly.”

“Can see now…” Hoseok started to breathe more normally.

Yoongi thumbed over Hoseok’s clenched hands.

“Feel a little better now baby?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.” Hoseok was still shaking, but he seemed calmer than he had been before.

“What happened?” Yoongi kissed Hoseok’s hands.

“Nightmare.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Can’t.”

“Okay. That’s alright.” Yoongi just kept rubbing soothing motions over Hoseok’s hands.

“Would you l-leave me if… if I couldn’t… if I couldn’t dance anymore?” Hoseok felt his entire body freeze.

Yoongi’s eyes softened as he heard Hoseok’s question. That must have been the nightmare.

“Hoseok, I’m never leaving your side. Ever. You’re going to get better, but even if you didn’t, you are mine. I’m not losing you. I’d rather lose everything I have than lose you.”

Hoseok’s eyes glistened with a sheen of tears.

“And something else. Back before BigHit found me, I could barely support myself. I would write songs, and sell them just to make enough money to eat. Some days, I didn’t eat. And you know what?”

Hoseok was silent, but paying close attention.

“I’d do it all again if it meant I would be right here with you. Right now. I wouldn’t have chosen any other path. I can’t live without you Hoseok. You’re everything to me. So, no. No matter what happens, I would never leave you.”

Hoseok was again, in tears. Yoongi hugged him, and Hoseok melted into his embrace.

It was then that, even though things would be hard, Hoseok knew Yoongi would be there to support him through it all, and everything would be alright.

4 ½ months later…

“Jungkook, what was that?” Hoseok walked over to Jungkook, who had tried to get by with lazily going through a rather difficult part of the choreography.

“Sorry Hyung…” the maknae sighed, sorrier he’d been caught than anything.

“Okay, let’s go again. Five, six, seven, eight…”

The music blared, and Hoseok grinned as he led the choreography practice once again.

#RPF #BTSSickfics #HurtHobi #Caretaker Yoongi #Hurt/Comfort #Emeto mention #TW Food #Hopefully gonna have Jimin posted tomorrow #14 Days Event #YoongiXHoseok

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Hypermarket adventure

When Tim Drake woke up that morning he had no idea he would have to buy a new coffee maker because the one they had was unusually broken. Damian Wayne. Tim massaged his temples, exhaustion sinking deep in his bones, and wonders how long it's been since he had more than four hours of sleep. Damian was responsible for this, one of his secret schemes to make him stop consuming caffeine. Tim was sure it was his fault, so the broken coffee maker refused to give him the fluid of life and he had lost it...and maybe Tim destroyed it with vicious vengeance. In his defense, he had been up for more than twenty hours, before taking a nap of two hours. Sleep later coffee first.

So naturally he announced to Alfred he would be making a quick trip to the store to get a new one, politely asked the British man if he required anything from the store. Alfred seemed to consider the offer for a solid minute before asking him if he could get some groceries and essentials on his way back home. Handing him a list. Before he walked out of the manor Dick volunteered affably to accompany him, convincing a grumpy Jason, who was comfortably sitting, reading a wrinkled newspaper to tag along. Jason surprisingly agreed, with the condition he was the one driving. Alfred rapidly suggested to take the demon spawn with them, he could use some frest air. Now things could only go downhill from this point. This piqued Steph’s interest, who casually commented she had nothing better to do. Soon they were on their way to the closest hypermarket.

Dick was there to make sure Damian didn’t behead anyone and get enough boxes of cereal he could hide before Alfred looked at him with disappointed eyes. There’s nothing worse in this world than Alfred’s disappointed eyes. The old man claimed ‘It’s not a proper meal or healthy if it contained high levels of sugar’, but the companies also tended to fill them with vitamins, calcium, iron and folic acid. Therefore it was a fortified food! It had everything he needed for a balanced meal in Dick’s opinion. The extra sugar was even good for him considering how many calories he burned.

“The sword stays in the car, Damian.” Dick commanded, taking away the blade from twelves earth-old before he sets a foot out of the automobile, which was responded by a low ‘TT’.

“Did we really have to bring shortstack?” Jason complained, voice etched with irritation, index finger pointing at Damian.

“As if I would agree to lower my nutritional standards because you fools failed to purchase the provisions Pennyworth demanded which is why I have it in my power.” Damian logically explained, grinding his teeth and waving the list at Jason. Tim rolled his eyes, focus on the reward, coffee, he mentally told himself.

“Don’t stab anyone.” Dick ordered with authority.

“I make no promises, Grayson.” Damian muttered dryly crossing his arms over his chest.

Damian cannot comprehend why would Pennyworth think he was needed to carry out such a simple task, he supposed if his siblings lacked the basic function acquire the list of edibles Alfred gave them and simultaneously behave in public, then he could supervise them. He was already here, nothing to do about it.

“Did anyone asked Cass if she needed anything?” Dick questioned them, clear blue eyes looking at them expectantly. Cass was probably still in her bedroom resting, after staying up with him analyzing some cases.

“Oh how thoughtful of you. You weren’t that nice to me, not even after I died.” Jason commented, his voice dripping with sarcasm and bitterness.

“Jay, you gotta stop bringing it up.” Dick reasoned as he placed a hand upon Jason’s shoulder, offering a small apologetic smile.

For once, Damian was quiet, observing the older brothers bicker over such a insignificant matter. Stephanie stifled a snort at their immature antics. A muffled ‘crybaby’ escaped her mouth, but only Tim, standing next to her was able to hear it.

It took everything Tim had not to roll his eyes and simply walk away. Why was he here with these troublemakers? Right. Coffee. The things he had to endure for a cup of black coffee.

“I texted Cass. She wants pop tarts.” Stephanie supplied, eye glued to the screen of her phone.

“If you get lost. I’m leaving you here, losers.” Jason threatened with narrowed eyes, a faint glow in his blue-green eyes. Five minutes after parking the car, the siblings marched inside the hypermarket. Tim sighed wearily, silent calculations running through his mind, how long it would take them to leave the store with the groceries

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Jason Todd was ready to shoot Dick Grayson if only he had a gun between his hands. Why the fuck did he even agree to come with these lil shits? Clearly, he wasn’t in his right mind. He was doing this for Alfred and Jason could never say no to Alfred. It was an easy task: read the list of essentials Alfred wrote down, grab the items, deposit them inside the fucking cart and pay for them. Piece of cake. But here he was in the middle of dairy aisle, listening to Dick asking him all sort of stupid questions. His patience dangerously wearing thin.

“Why is milk five dollars a gallon?” Dick exclaimed with shock as he examined the dairy product’s label.

“Who cares? You’re rich, money shouldn’t be a problem, dickhead.” Jason replied annoyed, there goes ten minutes of his life, stuck in the dairy aisle with this enthusiastic fool. Where did Damian and Steph go? Dick had thrown several boxes of cereal inside the cart, including: Cheerios and Waffle crisps, the latter was Steph’s petition. Who in the bloody hell needed fifteen boxes of cereal? Wait a minute, is that coffee flakes? That one had to be Tim’s idea.

“How do you exactly milk an almond though?” Dick asked with furrowed Brows, concentrated on the product, as If he was trying to decipher a secret code.

The desperation and bewilderment in Dick’s voice made a Jason raise an eyebrow. He would kill for a quick smoke. Not like he was seriously considering smoking inside the store. He could wait a few more minutes.

“I’ll explain out to you when you finally become a functional adult.” Jason Breathed.

“Who wants bacon?” Stephanie came out of nowhere, asking with a juvenile glee in her eyes.

Hopefully I can finish this oneshot today 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

#batfamily #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #damian wayne #batbros #batman universe #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #batkids #dc fandom #dc universe #batsiblings bonding

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