#but at least I have the power to creat cute family fluff
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All I can draw nowadays is job related stuff
College related stuff
And dad Leo and young Yummi related Stuff
That’s all I am
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#i am tired#and sad#but at least I have the power to creat cute family fluff#and the power to destroy it 🔥#Yummi Hamato#rottmnt Yummi Hamato#rottmnt leo#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#rottmnt oc#rottmnt good? future#rottmnt good? future au#sketch
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A lil' somethin' (nothin' fancy)
Here's just a little random Lucifer blurb I wrote today, I liked the words is all, so enjoy maybe?
No romance, no fluff, no reader 😬 BUT I am working on something cute right now so stay tuned!
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They say Lucifer lost his will to dream.
It was published in a book for goodness sake. Everyone in Hell knew what a failure he was. That being said, he did still have some creative outlets. He was a showman at heart, litering the seven rings with amusement parks, circus tents and stages; specifically made for Lillith's concerts, but it was used for other things as time went on.
In reality, he could create anything. Any item you could think of, he could conjure up with just the snap of his fingers. And he used that power often. A thriving realm wasn't just made of sinner's. It needed a working class. Now, when it came to Lucifer, he had all the same abilities as his heaven bound brothers. And they could create life. It was something Lucifer loved to do when he was above the clouds. Or used to, at least.
Don't get me wrong, his powers are still as strong as they were when he was an angel, but when he tried to create life like he used to, it.. it was just different. Like his power had some kind of distortion that he had to work around. Cute little cherubs turned into red skinned creatures with horns and goat legs, cats came out with one eye, and lambs came out with sharp teeth and wings.
He didn't mind them, and he would never take away a life just because of its appearance. So, he found work for them, no problem. They'll keep the realm running smoothly. And as he created more imps and other hellborn creatures, he became better at it. After some practice and honing of his skills he created, what he would call, his best work. A handful of creatures he deemed as rulers for each ring of hell. The Sins. He took pride in each being, creating them to embody the true notions that came with the knowledge of truth. He put his deepest desires into a little spider clown he called Mammon. All of his wanting and indulgence into a lovely little lava pup, and finally, his truest love and devotions into a spunky little rooster. (And others to come)
But it all turned on him. They became his proudest achievements in decades, but people saw them all as ruthless leaders. And in some cases, that's simply what they became. His desires, indulgence and devotion were viewed as greed, gluttony and lust. Word of these beings would travel to Heaven, only solidifying his tainted image to his brothers. But.. it was okay. He had a family now. The sins all grew to be incredibly close to Lucifer and Lillith, even giving their sweetest child a taste of what a communicative family would look like. Lucifer wanted nothing more than to create a loving environment for his daughter once she was born. And he took pride in the fact that he did.
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In my head, I like to think that Lucifer created the sins this way. I see fan art of it all the time, and it's just so?? Cute??? Like Beezlebub feeding of Lucifer's depression vibes and comforting him, and the sins babysitting Charlie in general? aH I eat that shit up. I'm def thinking of including them in stories in the future 🙌
Ok that's all, thanks for reading my little thing :)
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My Poems are Like a Dagger - a Feyd Rautha x Reader fic.
Also posted on AO3 - Here
SUMMARY -
An arranged marriage is the last thing Feyd Rautha needs. Marriages are about producing heirs. Political stances.
Feyd was made to kill, to brutalize until there is nothing left. There is no room for anyone else in his mind.
So when his uncle broaches the subject, it is not a welcomed one.
TAGS - Not Canon Compliant, AU, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, OOC Feyd, Feyd Rautha has issues, Feyd needs a hug, Blood, minor gore, Minor Character Death, tags will update, This May Get Dark, Marriage, Fluff, Meet cute but not?, I have no excuse for this, This slutty lil bald man has my heart, This WILL get spicy, Female Pronouns Y/N, No Beta - We Die like Duncan
Arranged marriages are not uncommon across the galaxy. In fact, some cultures consider it an honor to have a spouse chosen for you. On Geidi Prime, it is not, at least not to Feyd Rautha.
Feyd is a warrior, he is someone who has been brought up to kill, to conquer, fight to death and leave no survivors. He is only 19 when his uncle broaches the subject for the first time over a rare family dinner. His elder brother Glossu does not look him in the eyes as the one-sided conversation starts.
“There are plenty of wonderful women who would be thrilled to marry you,” the Baron explained as he continued to stuff his face with food. Feyd feels his fist tighten until the blood stops running to his fingers. “In fact, I have one in mind already. She comes from a very nice family, a good bloodline. She’s very skilled in the Bene Gesserit from what I’ve heard, she’ll make an excellent bride for you, Nephew.”
Feyd clenches his jaw at every word his uncle says. A wife? He was taught that love was always a weakness, something that would hinder him. The only thing she’d be used for was children, and that thought annoyed him, he doesn’t even want children, let alone like them.
“And if I refuse?” Feyd challenges him. The Baron looks up from his meal and scoffs.
“It has already been done. You will travel to her tomorrow for your first meeting-,” Feyd smashed the porcelain plate on the table and pointed the broken shard in the direction of his uncle; his eyes wide and furious that this was done behind his back. The Baron did not flinch at the threat, instead continuing his meal much to his nephew's displeasure.
“Your things are packed, and you are to take three guards with you. While the planet you are going to is peaceful, I do not want you alone. Understood?” He stares directly at Feyd, wild and angry met with a cold distance. Feyd will not be able to say or do anything that will change his uncle’s mind. In his rage, he throws the shard of porcelain past his brother and straight into the neck of a servant. Blackish blood spurts from the wound as his body collapses to the floor, the silver tray clanging loudly as the harsh sound of metal echoes through the dining hall. Feyd’s eyes never leave his uncle’s as the Baron floats from his seat, and turns to leave for his nightly bath.
At this point, Glossu had fled the scene, leaving Feyd with the corpse of the servant he had slain just a moment before. He stares down at his reflection in the pool of blood. He walks around the body and storms to his room with haste. Upon entering the room, sure enough his things have been packed. Hanging on the wall for him is a dark blue robe to wear over his clothes tomorrow, something from his betrothed’s home no doubt. He holds the soft fabric in his hands; it is not smooth like silk, but instead feels like a light linen. Feyd feels the back of his calves hit the frame as he ungraciously falls back onto his bed. Marriage. Marriage is something that is never for love in this world, only for political benefits and continuing/creating powerful bloodlines. Marriage is for show, to tell people not to mess with your tribes. Marriage is for children, something that he will begrudgingly have to participate in. He does not want this.
He tries to imagine the woman he is going to marry. He imagines her ugly, so it would be easy to ignore her. Maybe she is mean and rude, or maybe she will just cower in his presence, something Feyd is used to on a daily basis. He sighs, turning on his side as he starts to drift into a dreamless sleep.
But then, he dreams of you.
He sees you clearly, you’re sitting next to him on a blanket in a green field. Feyd doesn’t think he has ever seen this color before, it is bright and vibrant and sways in a warm breeze. Your hair is braided back and moves gently as you point to something. He cannot follow your gaze, he is only fixated on you. As you turn to face him, your smile is the only thing he sees before he is awoken by loud knocking.
Feyd startles out of bed and opens the door in a rush to see his brother. Glossu stands tall and alert, looking his younger brother up and down rather curiously.
“I’m here to make sure you are awake. You’re departing in an hour. The guards are on the way,” he announces. Feyd seems to glare into his soul before slamming the door shut in his brother’s face. He leans against the door and lets out a frustrated sigh.
The departure from Geidi Prime happens in a blur. Feyd is silent in his goodbyes, the Baron explains that while traditionally the woman comes to the man’s home, he is to travel there for an extended time as per their customs. He grinds his teeth as his uncle bores on and on about the planet. It is luscious, beautiful green grass and vast oceans to explore, the exact opposite of his home. By the time Feyd reaches the transport, he’s grateful that he doesn’t have to listen anymore. He relishes in the silence for the time being, as he’s sure he won’t be getting much once he reaches his destination.
True to his uncle’s word, the planet is breathtaking. Feyd steps off the carrier and is almost speechless at the scenery before him. It’s a small bluff on the coast of the ocean, the color similar to the robe he was given. The sand under his feet brings him some small bit of comfort as the sea breeze hits his nose. It’s salty and cool, something he is not accustomed to and he immediately feels out of place. Further solidifying this feeling, two people come out of a nearby gazebo to greet him. Their clothes are a soft purple linen, a similar material to Feyd’s welcoming robe. There is an older man, his hair graying on the sides and a thick mustache under his nose. The person next to the man is wearing a hood or veil, so it is impossible to see their features. The man steps forward a few paces, his skin is slightly wrinkled and tan, but he has a warm smile as he holds his arms out wide.
“Na-Baron Feyd Rautha-Harkonnen, it is an honor to have you here on Lernaeus. I am Lord Alfor Linneus, and this is my daughter, Y/N.”
He watches as you remove your hood and grace him with your elegant features. He is awestruck as you look up at him, wide doe eyes and such soft features. You are nothing like what he envisioned in his head; you do not cower before him, but rather you smile. It is a genuine smile and he has never seen anything like it before.
“Na-Baron, it is an honor to meet you,” you profess to him.
He is doomed.
#Not Canon Compliant#arranged marriage#dune 2#dune movie#dune part two#feyd x reader#feyd rautha#feyd x you#feyd rautha harkonnen#dune fanfiction#minor gore#blood#This WILL get spicy#Smut#Sin#Tags will update
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Memorabilia *
Yang Jeongin x Male Reader
Sypnosis
• Day by day, you reminisce of your lover that is gone, your mental health is deteriorating slowly — but the love for him is too much to the point that you feel like that life couldn't continue anymore. It hurts but it's reality, when will you be able to accept it?
• 8.3K Words
TW • Mixture of Angst and Fluff (More on the Angsty Side), Explicit Smut, Sorrowful Romance, Homophobia, Abusive Family, Unhappy Ending, Mentions of Hierarchy.
Warnings and Tags • Alternate Universe - Non-Idol AU, Top Jeongin and Bottom Male Reader (Implied Switches), No Dom/Sub or Power Dynamics really just love making, Soft Smut, Fingering, "Prince" Petname, Anal Penetration, Mutual Masturbation, Foreplay, First Times , Virginity Loss, Fluffy Sex, Both of them are a tease, Implied Sex, Fingering, Balls Stimulation, Unprotected Sex (wrap your willy before you do the silly), Moans and Whimpers, No Cleaning Afterwards (Lazy Duo), Kissing. (lmk if you found more that needed to be added)
A/N • I actually don't know how to feel in this writing. Like, I don't know — I liked the idea but I just have this feeling I executed the plot not so good 😭 anyways I atleast hope y'all enjoy the soft smut 🥳. Also this is now my longest fic, again 😭. This is the long fic after writing Bloody Birthday so I haven't written in a long while 😭, Idk, I just like writing plotted fic rather than PWP but it's fun to right pwp too!
History, an event that happened in the past recorded in some way or another. Memorabilia, an item containing some sort of historical significance or memory. Collection, a set of different objects that shares a unique trait to each other. Hope, a desire for a certain event to happen.
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It has been 5 years and counting since you last saw Jeongin, the little flame of hope within your heart is slowly burning out as time passes by without him by your side. As the sands fall from the hourglass, you seem to fully abandon the thought of reuniting with your lover and at the same time you blame yourself for what got him taken away in the first place. The war has not yet died down therefore the citizens of this country have been suffering still, had you instead taken Jeongin’s stead — you would have not been suffering this terrible heartache from the separation, and maybe Jeongin could live a life without you, it hurts but at least he could move on.
The thing that keeps you going is the objects you cling too, objects containing specific important memories of your lover. Every day, you can't help but reminisce and swallow yourself within your mind and memory. Endlessly staring at a wall — laughing, smiling, snapping, and giggling to yourself and after realizing it was just a flashback, you go back to weeping for him, his touch, his voice and everything about Jeongin...
Staring at the different objects within the vicinity gives a sense of nostalgia that creates once more but a daydream that would fade later. It gives a longing sense of expiring comfort, like a fruit bearing on a tree destined to fall at some point in time.
As each object slowly became visible on your teary eyes, each triggered a flash in the past . .
A painting of red hearts intertwined with a string.
“Jeong..” you mumbled softly into the night air, his hand tightening around you as he showed you his painting from a tree while you looked out at him through your window. Jeongin had a frantic look on his face, but his ears were flaring red. He can be so cute sometimes, even though he also scares the kids off the swing sometimes.
“Y/N.. Please be mine!” he says with his whole breath as he stands on a tree branch while you stare at him in shock, you put your finger to your lips, shushing him a bit as to not wake your sleeping family. He flinched and covered his mouth while you laughed silently.
“I’ll be yours then, idiot.” you teased, loving the way Jeongin flustered at your words. If you could reach and kiss him right now under the blanket of the shimmering stars, you would... If only you could but the distance was quite far from your window.
“I’ll give this to you tomorrow~” he lulls, his smile in those foxy eyes of his, so endearing — as if that one expression could be enough to brighten up a whole building. He jumps off the tree branch, landing on his feet perfectly as dust scattered around his shoes, he waves goodbye to you, looking back one last time with that same endearing smile.
You wave back as he walks away of course, chin resting on your hand as you do so, perfectly mesmerized by that man earlier.
You knew the risks of being with another man, but you loved him therefore you were willing to fight even your own family just to be with him.
Whispers of wind blew you a cold shoulder as a sigh fell from your lips when Jeongin was no longer within your sight.
You worry a lot about the future — your so-called family only uses you by dragging you into different blind dates with rich girls who are the daughters of businessmen, landlords and as such — the higher district feeds off the gold and because of that, your family only cares about one thing; Money and Status
The fact they'll basically sell you to rich families says a lot of how they care about you. Your family is nothing but a tainted ink in a canvas called society. You would cry at that fact but emotions are a gaunt thing.
You closed the window and the clock ticked again at your horrible life and tomorrow is but a new day wherein you have to stand your ground against your family's wretchedness.
A torned red plaid buttoned polo.
“You disgust me.” your father said, grabbing you by the hair while your sister and mother sat back and watched, while you were already bleeding from your lips — struggling in pain as you fought your father’s grasp on your wrist.
“You were FUCKING meant to take after ME. YOU were supposed to give us, YOUR FAMILY, the best goddamn life! You were SUPPOSED to give me a heir and here, I spot you locking lips with another MAN?!” he spat, his fist connecting with your cheek painfully and repeatedly, his heartless words ringing in your ear with each hit while you stood there limp and boneless.
Your mother and sister still looked in silence while you struggled to breath with each passing breath. All on your mind was him. Jeongin. His happy smile when you went on that date, when he kissed you goodbye after it, and all his sweet murmurs as you both ate cotton candy while walking around the local carnival.
“S-Stop. . .” you sobbed repeatedly but to no avail, your vision is starting to go white and the pain seems dull but rather your mental fortitude is weakening more and more.
Time passes by in awhile, your disgruntled and disgusting son of a bitch of a father walked away, muttering these last words, “If I see you with him again, you're not the only one who's receiving a beating and I won't be that kind as this time.” he threatened, a sour look on his face while your mother and sister followed, but not before looking at you with eyes that are judging you.
You had to try to drag yourself up to your room, dry tears on your cheeks, a scratchy groan went out as you took each step up the stairs. A feeling of discontent formed at yourself — especially why you didn't fight back and feeling of remorse at the pit of your stomach, at Jeongin. . .
Though you couldn't hate yourself for loving him because it's the truth that you love him with your whole heart but were the consequences worth it? Was a question that you had to ask yourself.
Finally unlocking your door, you begrudgingly trudge over to your bed, plopping down on it, body still aching. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it, eyes slowly closing while a million thoughts ran over your head.
As they say, if you put a large round rock on a slanted hill, the boulder will come rolling down eventually, what you didn't know is that the metaphor is clearly describing your life right now. It will keep rolling and rolling till it reaches the bottom. . .
Unless there's a wall that stops it at some point in the cliff.
Tap. . Tap. .
A soft tapping sound echoed in your room coming from your window. You are still stuck in your thoughts but the tapping only gets louder.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
You continue to hug the pillow before it got really loud.
TAP! TAP!
You were finally snapped out of your thoughts, sighing once, twice before skittering to move to your window and open it.
Jeongin was met eye to eye with your bruised face and tear marks on your cheeks. He stared at you with shock. He drops the stick he was holding and almost loses balance on the tree branch.
“Y— Y/N?!” he panics loudly trying to decide if he wanted to jump inside your window or swing inside by tying the red polo he was wearing unto a branch. .
He started to unbutton his polo before you stopped him and also reminded him to keep quiet by placing your fingers between your lips. “Stay there...” you murmur — your other hand flailing as if you were shooing him away , a heavy breath afterwards — your calm facade barely staying on as it started to form cracks and gaps as you felt an oncoming waterfall on your pupils.
“Please. . . Leave..” you whispered, a tone so silent it sounds as if the howl of the wind was louder. The moon stood bright on top of the sky as Jeongin looks at you, biting his lips in worry.
“No, No, No. I won't leave you like this Y/N.” he says with full confidence, and with a deep breath and in a short timeframe he jumps into your room, swinging in by tying his polo shirt on a higher branch. His weight caused the weak branch to snap but it had the right momentum to be able to reach you inside.
“Wha—” he cuts you off by crashing on you, his muscular body huddling yo
THUD!
He stands up quickly and apologizes, a red hue filling his cheeks and ears as he realized that he was only wearing a sleeveless white undershirt. “Sorr—”
“Nevermind that. LEAVE!” you said, worriness visible in your eyes as you heard footsteps rushing up the stairs. You quickly ran towards your door in a panic — locking it immediately as you sighed, a tear slipping down your cheeks. Jeongin’s fox eyes showed confusion and his patience was running thin. Jeongin felt like his anger was building up.
What could’ve caused you to act this way, he has never seen this weaker side of you.
“Y/N. . . I can't leave you like this, you know that, right..?” he tried to assure quietly — walking over to you. His eyes locking into your own watery ones, his hand massaging your cheeks — he was too worried for your safety and well-being.
Your hand rested on top of his, “I don't want you to get hurt because of us as well. . ..” you mumble in a mellow tone while someone starts to finally bang at your door as the knob gets turned.
“OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW BEFORE I BREAK THIS DOWN.” Your dad shouted, repeatedly banging his fist on the door in flourishing anger.
You flinched, pushing Jeongin away from you, fear crawling through your skin as chills ran down your spine. “Go! Before he breaks through, I’ll just tell him that something fell.. I really didn't want this to be our last goodbye.. I hope I see you again, Jeong...” You whispered in a hoarse voice, another tear falling from your eyes as you wiped it away.
Jeongin was stunned into silence. This can't be your final goodbye to him. . . Right?!
You look between the door and Jeongin before you grabbed Jeongin’s face and locked both of your lips together. One final time, at least I’ll remember this kiss for the rest of my life.
You molded your lips together with your eyes closed, pouring all your feelings for him into this one single kiss. Jeongin was still in shock at the amount of this happening but he does know one thing — This will not be the last.
In a moment, Jeongin grabbed tightly on your waist taking advantage of this kiss and swooped you off the ground — carrying you in a bridal style as you were caught off guard at that moment since your eyes were shut tight.
“J—Jeongin?!” you screech as your legs dangle in the air as arms hold your body tight.
“I can't let this be the last, Y/N. If you hate me for this then at least you wouldn't have to hate me as you suffer from whoever that is.” he said, a breathless laugh at the end of his sentence. He smiled and climbed both of you out the window.
“What are you— AHHH—” He giggled as he jumped off the window as your mind was boggled, the moon shone so bright in the sky as the man jumped off.
An amused expression was on Jeongin’s face as he landed perfectly on the ground— like a feather falling on fresh snow. He seems to be nonchalant at the fact he jumped from a two story house, he of course, managed to snatch his now torn red polo and the branch it was tied to — to get rid of evidence.
You stared at Jeongin’s face with a shocked expression while he just smiled at you with that smile that always brightens your world up. You couldn't help but finally let out a laugh for the first time today.
“Despite having a bruised face, you're still quite pretty as always~” This time it was his turn to tease you. .
“Shut...” you trailed off, too tired to respond to his words. Your eyes were getting heavier till it blacks out.
Last thing you saw was Jeongin’s foxy eyes bore into your own. This cliché was as if the male lead just saved the princess from the witch’s tower, With a smile, your mind was only saying one thing:
Maybe the consequences were not bad enough to stop you from loving another man.
A white porcelain vase
Henceforth, you now live a simpler life. Jeongin asked you to come live with him in a smaller house which required a lot of cleaning (On paper, he sounds like he actually kidnapped you). Now it's more tidy than the spiderweb, mold and broken floor tiles-look it was when he brought you here.
It had been more than 6 months till you last saw your awful family, but it's been alright. Jeongin usually leaves the house at the morning for work on the farm and you barely do anything than sit around for hours on end till he came home — you wouldn't mind working but when you brought that topic up, Jeongin was extremely reluctant on getting you a job since he was fearful at the fact that you might get noticed by one of your family's friend and get dragged back.
Jeongin had different living conditions than you, he worked all his life at the farm place while you were living in the upper district, where it had more of a lavish lifestyle type of people. It wasn't hard and more less of a hassle than your father bringing you to every single daughter of any wealthy family.
You sighed, getting a bit too caught up in your memories, staring at an old clock — time ticking till Jeongin comes home. You really had to stop thinking about your family and just let the dust settle as it is.
Now, you were thinking deeply about the relationship with Jeongin — his kisses and loving touches feels amazing but you haven't done the deed yet. Well not that you want to rush things to the next stage but—
While you were stuck on your swirling thoughts of very not necessarily dirty but still quite the "imaginative" images in your head — the sound of the front door opening was barely audible.
Footsteps draw closer to you, till a pleasant smile shone at the sight of you.
“Y/N~” a teasing voice hummed.
“Ah!” you were blinking out of your head, the moment you realized that he just arrived.
“I’m a bit early today, Ms. Mel was the only one who gave me a task, it seems like the farm is really silent for some reason. . . Ms. Mel gave me this though!” Jeongin explained — a bit disappointed when he mentioned that only one gave him a task, though his eyes glimmered like stars as he showed you the white vase, it had daisy flowers inside of it.
Jeongin was confused about what you were doing, staring into the nothingness when he came home.
“Soooo. . . Mind telling me, why were you staring at a wall earlier?” he asks, a bit curious with a hint of worriness. His mind was a flurry from the lack of work today since he couldn't focus at all.
A bit of bitterness entered Jeongin’s mouth, when thoughts like "What if you were tired of eating bread everyday." or "What if you hated him because he worries for you too much." and many more appeared on his head.
Jeongin coughs, raising an eyebrow while waiting for your answer.
Your stomach erupted butterflies at the question, you coughed awkwardly also..
“Well, the truth is. . .” you trailed off, trying to not make it as obvious as if you were stalling for time, looking away from the man in shame.
Jeongin witnessed all of this clearly suspicious of your sudden change in behavior.
“If you killed someone, you better have not hidden it here—” he sarcastically added, a snort coming out from him. He placed down the vase somewhere in the corner, looking back at you afterwards.
“No— It’s just— You know what... Just fuck it.” you cursed the last part under your breath then a surge of confidence rushed through you, you wouldn't get out of this situation with something other than embarrassment and as people say, action speaks louder than words.
You walked over to him and grabbed the confused man’s face before crashing your lips into his own.
To say he was dazed was an understatement, he was flabbergasted. What is happening?!
He returns the kiss with little force due to his bewilderment of the sudden initiation but he wraps an arm around your waist nonetheless. You pull away after a bit, leaving Jeongin in a wide-eyed, hanging jaw expression as you disconnect your lips with his.
“Y/N. . ?” Jeongin asks as you hook your arms around his neck.
“Can we try? you know. . t-to, umm..” you stutter out, trying to find the correct words. Jeongin noticed how you were acting different from your usual talkative and teasing self until it hit him about what you wanted.
“Oh. . OH..” A sheepish grin playing on his lips as he saw how worked up you got and how you tried to look away from him.
“Well well, this is different~ Aren't you usually more confident than this?~” He divulges in your shyness before whispering in your ear and biting on it. His hand wanders down to your buttocks, squeezing it a bit as he manages to notice the tent on your shorts, pushing against his yet to be hard dick.
“Shut up, you had to make it awkward.” you scowled at your man having an ego boost before moaning faintly when he bit your earlobe, while he just snorted at you.
Jeongin always wondered if you were the more controlling one in bed because of how you act on a day to day basis. “Wait, will this be your first time, my love?” He eggs on, heart thumping when you nodded, God, Jeongin is infatuated with you, now even more so since he gets to have your first.
You lost yourself as you finally looked into Jeongin’s eyes, it was full of adoration. All those doubts long ago from loving another man were fully gone, it was as if a weight on your shoulder was finally lifted.
Jeongin hums, while his right hand is still on your ass - his left hand finally started moving as well. His hand slowly trailed to the hem of your shirt - your breathing getting more apparent and shaky as excitement crawled through your skin.
“Y/N. . .” Jeongin whispers amidst the sexual and tense atmosphere, his hand trailing upwards towards your chest like cold ice rubbing on skin. He sensually rubs his bulge against your own, a breathy groan coming out of his lips at the sensation. You writhed against Jeongin's touch and couldn't help but thrusts back against his clothed cock.
“Hm?” You hum, too out of your head to respond — your body shivering with pleasure as Jeongin’s fingertips danced around your still-covered chest, before he finally decided to tease your nipples with his fingers — sending vibration across your body that made you even more and more turned on.
“Can I?” he asks in a sultry voice as he pulls his hand out of the inside of your shirt as he grabs the hem of the clothing, implying that he wants you to see you. All of you
You nod sporadically, also wanting to feel your body heat closer to each other.
Jeongin pulled your shirt off you, the rather warm atmosphere, bathing your skin in heat.
To make it fair as well, Jeongin also removed his own and you — being unable to keep your hand to oneself, succumbed to the temptation to reach and feel his muscles.
You always manage to think how contrary to Jeongin’s more innocent face tend to be the complete opposite of what's underneath his clothing to which only should be a sight for you.
Jeongin couldn't stop but let out a small smirk as your fingers trailed up to his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze and his rosebuds a pinch — eliciting breathful groans from your lover’s lips. Jeongin caught your wrist with a condescending grin, he had to stifle a laugh when you had to look at him with a glare.
Jeongin gave your lips a quick peck, before leading you to the bedroom, feeling the warm breeze pass through your shirtless bodies as he did so — to which you had no absolute idea of what he was doing. It was as if you just wanted him to take you right then and there in the living room.
He wants to make your first time absolutely unforgettable and make sure you are treated with total care in an appropriate setting.
“Jeong.. We could've done it right there, you know like in novels. Where they get it on the living room.” You huffed and protested but Jeongin was fast to pull you into the bedroom.
“Settle down, It’ll be much more comfortable in a bed than in an old couch, okay?” he says, chuckling before grabbing you by the chin and connecting both your lips once again.
Jeongin held you by the waist as he made out with you, His and your tongues dancing with each other as he inches you closer to the bed. Once again, you wrapped your hands around his bare neck as your lips clashed against one another.
He hooks a hand on your leg, lifting it a bit — settling you down on the bed safely. Jeongin pulled away for a bit to look at your flushed out face with a light smile. “I love you.” Jeongin whispered through the thick atmosphere of arousal and need.
“I love you too. .” you responded, heat filling your cheeks as you couldn't stop smiling at that moment. Jeongin’s face looked like a bundle of joy when he heard you say it back. If this wasn't the most cliché thing that ever happened to you, you definitely wouldn't know what it is.
No words needed to be exchanged as Jeongin grabbed the waistband of your shorts and pulled it down slowly, leaving you in your underwear. Truly a feasting sight for Jeongin’s foxy eyes.
You responded by unbuttoning his pants, before pulling it down as well — he had to kick his pants off due to you struggling to move in the position where Jeongin caged your body.
Jeongim hummed at both of you, finally underwear-level bare. Jeongin reached under his bed and got a bottle of lube to which you had to look at the object a bit embarrassingly. “Was that always there?—” you asked with a flushed expression as you almost choked on spit asking.
Jeongin answered with a nod, almost laughing when you seemed more and more embarrassed.
He places the lube on the nightstand, before going down on your neck — starting to kiss it lovingly.
His hand trailed to your nipples, his thumb making circular motions on the buds — making you let out groans at the sensation. Your own dick felt like it was about to burst against the uncomfortable cover called your underwear, to which Jeongin noticed and relieved it a bit by rubbing circles around your crotch — to which you couldn't help but thrust against his sinful hand.
‘Fuck fuck fuck’ was the only thing in your mind right now and a million different curse words.
Your hand instinctively went to Jeongin’s underwear as you couldn't help but notice the outline of his cock straining against his boxers. You squeezed and jerked it off through the cloth to which Jeongin gave you a bite on the collarbone at the sudden sensation.
You had to bite your lips at that to stifle a moan — and you craned your neck to give Jeongin more access to your markable skin.
Jeongin in his underwear was the utmost prettiest thing you had ever seen, not any artwork nor any sculpture — just your man’s body on display as a feast for your eyes and Jeongin also thought of your own body the same — A gift-wrapped present that he would always want to unwrap.
As Jeongin’s mouth was busy ravishing your neck and chest, your hand slipped inside his underwear — grabbing his aching cock that was begging to come out of it's restraints. An experimental jerk made the man above you flinch and bite down on skin which resulted in you gasping in pain-pleasure. You couldn't help but also play with his balls a bit, juggling it between your fingers with a grin as Jeongin just kept on marking you down — by later, you’d probably be filled with hues of purple and dark violet.
This time, you decided to rub the sensitive head of his cock — wetting your thumb with his precum. To which he bit down on the bud of your nipple causing you to moan out loud, worried if any of the neighbors heard anything.
You wanted more, more than Jeongin’s mouth — you wanted him fully.
Your own hard dick is barely getting any attention as it was pushing against the confines of your underwear — you could feel the fabric getting wet in the middle.
“Jeongin— I just want you right now, please. .” you bemoaned with trembling lips, sweat dripped down from your forehead as you pull Jeongin’s boxers down, his cock finally springing free from it's prison.
Jeongin relaxed as beads of sweat rolled off his skin also, “Anything my prince wants, he gets~” he said in a breathful voice. You blinked repeatedly at the pet name.
‘Prince’ It feels as if a reminder of a difference in status back then but now even as you finally ran away from all of that he still held you on a pedestal as you do to him in some regard. It made your heart flutter.
Jeongin also finally removed your underwear — a sigh of relief coming out of your lips as he did so, Jeongin spread your legs a bit which entailed a rush of heat coming into your cheeks as you looked away from the man staring down at you lovingly.
“Don’t shy away now, my prince. You look pretty like this ~” he said with a grin, grabbing you by the chin softly and making you lock eyes with him. You reluctantly did so — Jeongin almost fell in awe at your expression.
Jeongin grabbed the lube, popping the cap open and applying a generous amount on his fingers. With one shaky breath from you, Jeongin leaned down to connect your lips to distract you while his one finger is pushing on the rim of your ass.
For you, the insertion felt a bit uncomfortable even with the lube but you still couldn't help but moan against Jeongin’s mouth as he slowly pushed his long finger deeper. Your hand gripping his back softly due to the newfound sensation.
Jeongin’s other hand traveled to your weeping cock, to get you relief from the upcoming stretch — he swallowed each of your whiny moans as he added another finger while playing with the tip of your dick.
You thrust against Jeongin’s hand as you push your tongue against his own as he rocked his fingers inside you — as your hand couldn't help but reach for his dripping cock.
His cock was leaking against your own, wanting but patient for its release — you reached for it causing Jeongin’s body to jerk and for him to groan against your tongue. You couldn't wait to feel this inside you.
As the make-out session is turning messy, Jeongin added another finger, a third one to stretch your hole out even further to accommodate his dick and to lessen the pain of the insertion.
You felt spit around your mouth, you couldn't even know if it was yours or him in the first place. His digits inside you were feeling more pleasurable, the sting and uncomfortableness going away.
Jeongin pulled away from you but still kept his wet digits inside, he looked at your slightly blurred out expression and your puffy and swollen lips.
“I’ll put it in now, alright?”
You nod senselessly, your hand finally leaving his cock as he applied a copious amount of lube on his shaft. So much lube to the point wherein it dripped against your own cock.
He looks at you brightly before aligning it against your rim, just settling it there but your hole had other plans as it just tried to suck it in.
“Please, please. . Jeongin, ple—”
Jeongin cut your erratic mumbling with a sudden insert, his cock going inside you as he felt you claw against his back at the tremendous stretch.
“Oh fu— What the. !!!”
You ran out of other words to say as the feeling of his cock against your walls dragged you into the point of insanity but at the same time it gave a splash of water on the burning embers of arousal.
Every ridge and vein on his cock could be felt and you couldn't help but tighten the grip of your fingers on his back, nails breaking skin as you gasped for your breath. Jeongin pants in pain at the feeling of you clawing on his back, but nonetheless persists against the lesser agony.
When Jeongin started to go deeper and deeper till he finally got balls deep inside you, Jeongin groaned in pleasure as the warmth surrounded his shaft. “You feel so good..” he trails off in awe.
Just staying still in this position inside you to get you used to being speared on his cock. Jeongin brushed off your hair on your face — just so he could get a better look at your pretty face and your expressions that made him go feral.
“As always, pretty as a flower but a tongue of thorns, am I right — my prince ~?” he jokes, still teasing you as if he was not connected to you right now.
You scoffed breathlessly at the audacity of the man,
“Jeongin, I swear you—”
Jeongin cuts off your whiny voice by pulling out so suddenly before thrusting back in. Leaving you more shocked — but at the same time that singular thrust sends electricity of pleasure circuiting your body, causing you to undoubtedly moan in ecstasy.
Jeongin had an egotistical smirk on his face even though he felt more pain on the scratches of his back. Jeongin’s fingers trailed down to your crotch, playing with your balls — not touching your dick at all to make sure you do not release so easily.
He can see that your face is relaxing more and more, as he slowly thrusts into you softly — taking note of the shallow whimpers coming out of your mouth each time his balls make contact with your ass. The sound of skin hitting skin was immensely loud due to the amount of lubricant used.
Jeongin’s patience was wearing thin as he just wanted to fuck your hole to oblivion — and to watch it gape afterwards with his seed flowing out.
His imagination is going haywire at the thought as he seems to be getting restless. As much as he wanted to make this as soft for you as possible, the instinct to flip you over to your back and just ravage your ass is driving him crazy.
Jeongin watches your face as he thrusts inside you languidly — his hand was still on your balls and with a grin, he gave it a strong squeeze causing your body to flinch and for you to release quite the erotic moan.
Jeongin loves to watch your expressions to contort into different emotions. He speeds up his pace a bit more, at this point — the wet sound of skin hitting skin was getting louder.
Your hands now fly into Jeongin’s hair also, surprising the man as you tug on it harshly.
“Are you close, prince?” he asks, his eyes staring at your hard cock bobbing up and down with each thrust into your hole.
“Y— Yes..”
Jeongin breathed out deeply as he also felt his orgasm approach — his hand that was cupping your scrotum moved up into your shaft, effortlessly jerking it as he almost snorted at the sight of your hips erratically chasing his hand.
“Ha.. cummi—”
Before you could finish your sentence, you released with a moan, to which was devoured as Jeongin instantly leaned down to smack his lips into yours as he rides you through your orgasm — Jeongin felt liquid drip down his chest as he pulled away, watching your blissed out face and your closed eyes.
He wanted to finish also, so he pulled out with a sigh — spreading your legs a bit and watching your hole twitch at the emptiness.
He curses at the sight, as he jacked off to it.
After a while he finally came on your ass with a barely audible moan, with a satisfied smile he asks you embarrassingly and shakes you awake — “So, how was it..?”
You laugh a bit at the tone of the question before you looked at his blushing face. “It was great, Innie.” you said with a smirk, snorting as his blush seems to darken.
“Maybe next time, I’ll be on top~” You whispered huskily, winking at the man before you pulled him down to your side — ignoring the semen that would now probably ooze on your sheets.
He giggled a bit, “Hmmmmm.... If you can~ I still prefer this though~” he says, teasing and squeezing your cheeks to which you groaned and slapped his hand off.
“I love you.” he says, a deep adoration on the sparkle of his eyes.
“I love you too. . . And, I probably always will” you say back, even if it's a bit cheesy for your taste.
He grabs your cheek and placed his lips unto yours — you kissed back with as much passion.
Sometimes you just can't help but wish for your relationship to be more accepted within society — you wanted to be with him, more out in the open. .
To feel belonged in this world, is the only thing you wanted for the both of you. Sadly, there are many thorns in a beautiful garden.
A music box
Sighing, you carefully set down the porcelain vase you had for atleast a year now — now that you thought about it more, wasn't that the first time Jeongin had—
You shooed the thoughts away, as you couldn't be distracted with intruding thoughts as you clean the now-dusty house. Jeongin was cooking but you could tell that it wasn't going well from the putrid smell of burning coming from the kitchen — you huffed and rolled your eyes at that. Sometimes you wonder if your boyfriend only knows how to be an errand boy for the farm, or lift heavy stuff around, or even maybe fuck you against the wall or house cus' God knows he doesn't know to tidy and cook.
You're basically acting like a househusband for him right now, not that you really minded since he let you stay here for over 2 and half years now. Surprisingly, you hid well from your parents — despite having eyes everywhere or their just dumb. You had guards patrolling around the streets for a bit but more so during the night, which was really irregular in the lower district — especially since the district had been abandoned by the committee basically just letting them fend for themselves.
To be frank, you heard some gossip around the town market when you went there yesterday (with a mask of course.) that a whistleblower was identified living here, from another country.
You were really nervous about this due to this problem arising will probably affect the peace you have currently, you hoped that nothing will go wrong at that they will catch the whistleblower immediately for the soldiers to leave the lower district alone.
Shaking that problem away, you had a current one with the food burning.
You rushed over to the kitchen, dropping the cleaning tools in the process — you pushed Jeongin away with little force and turned off the stove. “Okay then, always remind me to never let you near the kitchen.” you said, looking at Jeongin up and down with a click of your lips.
He pouts cutely to which just made you guilty from scolding him — he pulls you in by the waist and grinned. “How about you punish me for it~” he teased, his foxy eyes looking straight at you. Before his hands manage to reach the hem of your shirt, you got the man off of you with a bit more scolding and hitting.
With a loud sigh, Jeongin retreated to the living room as you got to tasting the slightly burnt omelette — still edible at least but the taste is rather not very appealing to the taste buds.
You added the burnt omelette to your plate as you served the other omelette you cooked earlier that wasn't burnt to Jeongin’s plate.
You brought the plates slowly and carefully to the living room where Jeongin was fiddling with a box. You didn't think much of it as you placed his plate in front of him and your plate to the side.
Grabbing two pairs of spoons and forks into the kitchen before rushing back to where Jeongin was.
Sitting down with a tired sigh, reaching your food with the fork as you look at Jeongin’s focused expression as he tinkers with the oddly designed box. “What is that?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silent and calming atmosphere.
“Oh this? It was given to by one of the farmers, they said that it was broken anyways so I took it home to see if I could get it working again. . Since we can't really afford a radio or anything like that, I wanted to fix this music box for you.” he answered solemnly, he smiles at you brightly before going back to do his thing — stabbing the egg you cooked for him and taking a bite out of it once in a while as he fiddled with the device.
You contemplate in your thoughts for a while before opening your lips to speak,
“Jeongin, if ever— ”
You were about to say something, but stopped yourself the moment, you realize that Jeongin right now was too happy in his own world fixing the music box — that single depressing thought that you were about to say would've broken the serene air.
“Nevermind... ”You hummed, Jeongin looking back at his device since his head shot up earlier when you called his name. The guards that were walking around posed a danger to your current self and what if just a single glance from them is enough for your father’s own henchmen to come here — that was what you wanted to say to him but halted.
You left the living room after Jeongin finally finished eating, plates and used utensils in hand — you walked over to the sink and started to wash them.
Till you heard a bell ding, judging the sound echoed inside the house — there was someone at the front door. Weird, nobody had ever ring the bell in the 2 years you've been here — this part of the lower district is usually silent and criminal-free, unlike the other sections where drugs and alcohol corrupt the street and the only work is selling your body, including your soul. You yourself took pity on those people living in much worse condition, though you've never been there yourself, you hear whispers and information especially when you buy cheap ingredients at the market.
“I’ll answer it!” Jeongin’s voice reaching your ears as you hummed at that, not bothering responding due to Jeongin’s loud footsteps rushing towards the door.
As your mind got filled with these intrusive thoughts, your hands work their magic on the plates as water flows down your skin and against the kitchenware.
On the subject of the lower district, you remember that Jeongin was a sly thief back when you were younger, not that you judged him for it — people do what they must do to survive, and he did stop stealing back then when you gave him cash back then instead. Though it was a bit funny watching him dig through your room back then when he climbed up to your room — till you catch him. “A real fox indeed...” you mumbled with a small smile.
Jeongin threaded back to the room silently with a letter given by a guard outside, his face — blank and lips were quivering slightly. He looked like he would break to tears at any moment while you were still in the kitchen humming to yourself.
He noticed some shuffling in the kitchen so he made quick work and hid the white envelope in an empty drawer.
Stepping into the room as you stretched your arms, you looked at your lover — his teary eyes immediately got wiped off by his wrist and smiled at you. You raise an eyebrow at that, so you voiced out, “Everything okay? Who was at the door?” you asked, Jeongin’s lips opened to answer, but... nothing came out.
He seemed reluctant
“Oh, it was just a guard— he was just asking questions.” Jeongin spoke out finally after a moment of silence.
He smiled while his eyes wandered to the ground, as he sat on the couch.
Slowly, he picked up the music box and worked on it once again like a machine repeating his actions. You didn't really get the gist of it yet, but he just went straight back to doing his thing.
“Uhm, are you sure that you are all right?” You ask once again, and once again — his face full of guilt lied as he lied straight through his teeth.
“Yes, definitely.. Come on! Watch me work my magic on this music box, and maybe on you too later ~” he teases at you snidely, patting the empty space next to him. You were a bit suspicious of his current behavior, he is very much a tease sometimes but you tease back too but he never does this in some serious situation like what happened earlier was quite the tense atmosphere.
You sighed, you knew in fact that he was not telling you something but you don't think you can even get it out of him. You sat next to him as he hugged you suddenly out of the blue to which you looked at him now, a bit worried.
“Jeongin, you can tell me anyt—”
Jeongin immediately cut your sentence off with a kiss on the lips, his arms finding your waist as he completely straddled you now. He was acting a bit weird now. You kiss back but with little excitement because you wanted to get to the bottom of this now.
But as soon as Jeongin kissed down the side of your neck, you soon lost your mind at the feeling of his lips dancing on your skin and just thought "There’s always a later."
You let the desire consume you and that's basically how both the evening was spent — sex on the couch.
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Morning came, you felt you got years of your life sapped out of you from last night’s events. Jeongin was rough and was incredibly needy on the first round while soft and caring in the second, whispering sweet compliments against your ear as he slid into you slowly and repeatedly, third round was when the positions were switched as he languidly rode you and well, more rounds happened but it was a blur.
You vividly remember him clinging on to you tightly and sniffling muffled cries against your shoulder while you were in a state of being both asleep and awake.
You rub the side of your head, trying to remember — this was different, Jeongin was a sunshine and he never cries in front of you — you didn't know if it was pride or what but he just didn't like you seeing him in a weak state. In honesty, you understand that cuz in a way — you were like that before you started to show more emotions around him.
You groan as you felt both your backside and front ache, both the scratch marks and bite marks also felt like a hassle.
Jeongin was out of bed early, he usually spent the mornings with you before leaving for the farm.
You sighed, getting ready to wash yourself from the head down till you noticed a small paper on the nightstand. You thought nothing of it at the moment, thinking it was probably Jeongin’s teasing notes like "How's your back? ~" or "Once I get home, another round?" It was quite normal for him to leave these when getting an early phone call from the farm. (You can't really say those teasing notes doesn't make your heart jump)
A hum came out of your mouth as you grabbed the piece of paper carefully, eyes skimming through the words — due to you just waking up, your vision was a bit unclear but it seems that Jeongin wrote quite the long note this time, judging from the blots of ink.
"My prince... My Y/N, I feel guilty writing this beside you while you are snoring loudly but those sounds lessen the burden of my heart. Earlier, I didn't wanna freak you out so I decided to keep my mouth shut. The guard that came by earlier said that I have to participate in the war, the letter itself says that I have no right to reject it and well, I couldn't bring myself to hurt you or by you telling me not to come. You know full well that they'll barge in here and drag me out and maybe even you so.. I took it upon myself to leave and I wanted us to have quite the memorable night before it happened. I managed to fix the music box also, so you don't have to live in a bland atmosphere for a while. I'll see you when I see you my love.
- Y.J "
As your eyes read through the note, you felt your throat constrict at each word.
Wha....?
Your head finally wrapped around the main point of the note. He left...
You were hoping this was one of Jeongin’s pranks, No, you were praying to all the gods up there that this was just a prank, that when you walk out that door he would spook you with a smile. In the note, there were big round marks of splashes and in some parts, the ink ran down — he was crying when he wrote this. Your heart tightens and at this moment, it feels like the world has come crashing down on you.
Slowly, tears welled up on your eyes — the feeling of hopelessness had come back tenfold. Words couldn't even begin to describe how you felt right now. Your emotions were in shambles.
Tears started to fall now and your body unknowingly started to shake in despair.
You didn't know how you would live without the light of your world.
The clock on the wall started ticking and you stared at it religiously, time will bring him back — you thought.
–
You waited,
Hours. . .
Days. . .
Months. . .
The cold feeling of emptiness in the house was suffocating and your mental health is slowly declining, the morbid atmosphere in the house is too much for you to handle.
As each day goes by, you feel like a sick person — a lot of people will say it's too much, it's just a person or that he'll come back eventually but the shadow looming fact that he might not is too terrifying for you especially when you've relied on him almost all the time.
You felt sick to the stomach at the fact, you didn't push at asking him what was wrong that time, desire is such an accursed thing — that mistake proved that maybe you just didn't deserve him.
Walls crumbled around you to the point, you started to question yourself and your sanity.
Where are you, Jeongin, please come back soon.
Years are starting to pass by. . . .
Presently, you were breaking down again. The memories are too much; just.. just when is he coming back — please, is he coming back at all?
You gripped your shirt, time is beginning to rot you away, you had forgotten when you last smiled, when you had woken up happily and looking forward to the day, taking a bath without thinking of his touches and caresses against your skin or when you saw those golden foxy eyes or the rich grin and smile.
A sob passes through you as another day gone by with you just reminiscing of Jeongin’s items. The memorabilias he left, painfully awe memories.
Only time will tell when you will finally move on with life; for now, unjust and unmoving — you close your eyes again back to sleep till the whole cycle of memories repeat again the next morning.
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can u tell us about some beck fluff??
yeeeeeessum!
beck's magic is, more or less, connected to a tattoo they have. as beck would, for the most part, rather use their magic in more passive situations, their tattoo glows brightly when they create light shows.
( for context - after their family's passing and being rescued from their own most-likely death, beck tattooed themselves with their family's symbol ( a bird-like creature with a rose on it's forehead ). the symbol is meant to represent graceful strength. the tattoo is etched into their chest area, which is the typical spot for the symbol to be placed.
beck doesn't know too much about their family history, due to losing their parents at such a young age, but they desire to find more about their family line, and what being part of the bloodline really means, if it means anything at all.
they're personally not very private with their body, so they have shown their tattoo to others before. and have received a lot of positive attention from it.
but the only one who seemed to have genuinely understood the level of meaning was adora, as she was also unsure of where she came from, who she really is, and desires to know more.
when beck was younger, they'd stare at their tattoo was grief, despite trying to remain "strong". nowadays, beck stares at it with a sad sort of pride. and, in their darkest moments, with righteous fury. )
beck will sometimes put themselves upside down just to be cute. and it works. every time.
beck likes oversized hoodies and, when they can sleep, will most likely be found napping on a couch in a hoodie, holding it like a plush.
they don't like their laugh very much. they think it's too uhh... snort-y and oddly high pitched for their voice. but it's not difficult to make them laugh. they'll just...cover their mouth and stop talking for about an hour afterwards lol
they're very floppy, so they can just sit upside down in a funky way and feel no pain. this freaks out glimmer and bow a lot, but they find it funny.
they like frosta. think the kid's got spunk. post war, they check on the Queen and spend some time with her, typically ending the day holding her while telling stories.
if they were ever in the same universe, beck would take care of kip and izzy. beck's a very kid-y person.
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some more hurt/comfort related things about them:
after their family's passing, they were not able to walk for a while ( due to scarring on their back ). however, zee was very gentle and patient with them ( which was new, as i hc zee was pretty short-tempered before beck came into their life ), and it lead to beck's life being a little bit brighter during those darker times.
for years, they were scared of afraid of disappointing their family. their arc of revenge is very emotion-heavy and complicated, as beck's motives always seem to be more than you'd think. in the end, they eventually hear what they needed to hear for so long. that they can rest.
during their healing process ( when they're older, not when they are a child ), they discover how to connect to ghosts of the past. it made the pain a lot easier to cope with, knowing they, quite literally, weren't alone.
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beck is one of my favorite characters that i've made. for me, they have been very therapeutic in a lot of ways, and they've helped me deal with pain in a way that i don't think i could express out in the open without hurting someone i love.
beck's a very raw character for me, as when they show their emotion, it holds a lot of power and energy behind it. that's how i feel, at least.
i can't wait to show beck's story to you guys one day.
i know they're just a fan character to you guys, and that's okay, but they mean the world to me.
this ended up being a little more serious than intended, but i'm alright with that ^^
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🔥Playing With Fire🔥 (unfinished) Part 7 of the Permission series
Authors Notes: So ☹️ Between school work and recovering from surgery I didn’t have time to finish this Halloween wip that was supposed to be part 7 of the Permission series. It’s unfinished and doesn’t have any smut but if any of you are interested, I think the build up is still really fun🖤 You can find the full series on my ao3
WC: 3.5k
Tags: domestic au, established relationship, fluff & smut, Halloween themed, costumes, trick or treating, dirty talk, tempurature play (of the fire variety)
18+ only, minors & ageless don’t interact
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Much of your life changed after you and Sukuna worked together to forfeit his fingers. The two of you still owned the little white house where your family was created, but that was no longer where you resided. You both agreed to try to visit it at least once a year, but the house you were living in now made it much easier to adapt to domestic life. Or as domestic as one could get when you’re married to the king of curses. It was an adjustment but now it was just you, him, Kiseki and the female curse who’s been around almost since the start. It was a bit of an odd dynamic, but one that you wouldn’t trade for the world.
It was this very dynamic that probably led to your costume choice for this year, Morticia Addams. Since Kiseki had just started learning how to walk, he was still too young to take out for trick or treating. But you weren’t going to miss out on an opportunity to dress him up in a little costume, even if the two of you were just going to be handing out candy to the neighboring kids all night. You weren’t expecting to dress up at all, but while shopping for candy one day, you stumbled upon the cutest little Cousin Itt costume that was the perfect size for your precious one. It was hilariously cute and you were looking forward to the look on Sukuna’s face when he saw it. Considering how adverse he was to a simple brownie for Valentines day earlier this year, you figured this would push his buttons even more. And what was it that Morticia said? ‘Don’t torture yourself, Gomez. That’s my job.’ It was only fitting.
So you quickly snatched up the costume and a few extra bags of candy, the halloween spirit flowing through your veins. You spent the rest of the little free time you had that afternoon ordering the pieces you needed for your costume, and waited with much anticipation before the big day. You kept everything under wraps from Sukuna, wanting it to be a surprise. Aaand so there’s no time for him to force you to change the baby’s costume.
Hiding anything from Sukuna was usually next to impossible, but these days proved to be easier due to the condition he was in. He wouldn’t admit it, but his transition from his true form had taken a toll on him. Holding such immense power and cursed energy for as long as he did, it was no surprise that now that his 20 fingers had been casted away that he would be in a weakened state. But this was the king of curses you were talking about, and if kings were anything they were prideful. You weren’t there to personally witness it, but he described his transformation back to the form you met him in to be instantaneous but grueling. And for him to admit to any type of pain was quite the feat.
It had taken a lot of convincing on your part, but you had finally gotten Sukuna to stay on bedrest for longer than a few hours. It was nice of him to wait till after you were all unpacked and settled into the new house to get some rest, but during nearly the entire process of the move you were constantly worried about him overexerting himself. It pissed him off to see you pity him in any kind of way, and he was quick to squash your doubts by doing something rash like hauling you over his shoulder. He even threatened to throw you across the yard when you asked if you could carry a box for him. In front of your new neighbors.
For a little over a week now Sukuna has slept all through the night and most of the day, and was plagued with constant headaches. Him being cooped up in your shared bedroom all day did make it lonely around the house lately, but you knew it was only temporary. You had to remind yourself that there would be plenty of holidays you’ll share with him and your son.
On Halloween night, you were finishing up the last touches to your costume in the downstairs bathroom, hoping to not somehow tip off Sukuna by the smell of your long black wig or your blood red lipstick that something was up. The dress you ordered did technically fit, but you didn’t take into account your breast size when shopping, which varied due to breastfeeding. Even though it wasn’t that long ago, you still reminisced on the days when your boobs were your own and didn’t carry the responsibility of childcare with them. Nowadays they only ever felt sore, heavy, leaking or a combination of all three. You had fed Kiseki a few hours ago, but already you could tell that they were beginning to swell. But trick or treaters would be arriving any minute now and there was no way you were getting to let your stupid milkbags get in the way of your holiday spirit, no matter how much they popped out from the low cut of your slinky black dress.
Once everything was in place, you went out into the living room to fetch Kiseki, who stood like a perfect gentleman as your other curse companion gently brushing out the hairs to his costume. He made for the cutest little Cousin Itt, with sunglasses and a tiny hat to complete the look. You thanked the curse before offering your hand to your son to lead him upstairs where his father was. You wrapped your knuckles on the door before opening it and found your husband sitting up in bed, shirtless with his arms resting on either side of him. It freaked you out sometimes that he could actually sleep like that, but he soon opened his eyes when the door closed behind you. Kiseki followed your lead as you walked towards the bed, your back slightly hunched over to make up for the height difference. It caused some of your cleavage to spill from your dress, which you could see Sukuna ogling with a mostly blank expression. That wasn’t where you needed his focus to be, and you stood behind your son to bring the attention back to him.
“Show daddy your costume,” you said excitedly as you let go of his little hand. You stood close by in case he fell, but was surprised by how well balanced he was as he made uneven steps towards the bed. When he got close enough, Sukuna picked him up rather abruptly and held the boy by his pits at arms length, eyeing the costume with a hardened look.
“What is this abomination?” Sukuna said as he turned Kiseki from side to side as if examining a pet for dirt. The boy giggled as he kicked his feet above his fathers lap, ignorant to the question. It was a good thing no one’s taught him what ‘abomination’ meant yet.
“He’s supposed to be Cousin Itt. From the Addams family,” you finished that with two snaps of your finger tips, the reference completely lost on him. You were hoping to watch the movies with him before he’d seen the costume, but his condition made his already low tolerance for television basically nonexistent.
Setting the boy down on his lap, he looked you up and down before saying, “And why are you dressed like a whore?”
Your jaw dropped as you looked between him and the boy. With your hands balling into fists on either side, you said defensively, “Watch yourself. I’m dressed as Morticia Addams. She’s the mother of the family, for your information.”
His lips turned up at the corners, eyes traveling down as he said, “Hm, fitting I guess.”
Before you could say anything else, a small voice asked, “Whore?”
Both of the boy's parents' eyes widened, but wore completely different expressions. He sat on his dad's lap, completely oblivious as he looked between the two of you waiting for an answer. This really couldn’t have gone any worse, and lucky for Sukuna the doorbell rang before you could think of what to do. Scooping up the boy in your arms, you made your way out the room, but not before shooting Sukuna a death glare over your shoulder. As you made your way down the steps, your son tugged on a lock of your wig, looking up at you with the most innocent eyes as he said, “What’s a whore?”
“Let’s practice saying ‘trick or treat’, okay?” you said, giving him an animated grin to mask your mortification.
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Luckily, the rest of the evening was going just as planned. Between visits from the trick or treaters, the three of you (as in you, Kiseki, and the female curse) were curled up on the couch watching classical kids halloween movies. Your biggest stress currently was trying to monitor your son’s candy intake since his costume allowed him to sneak it so easily. You’d find balled up wrappers falling from beneath the curtain of hair whenever he stood up to greet someone at the door. Still, you were having a blast. Nearly everyone who showed up at your doorstep raved about your son's costumes. You knew you were biased, but you felt that he was definitely the best dressed of the night.
This night served as good practice for his walking, but when it was getting later in the evening and the trick or treaters were dwindling down, there was a moment when he almost tripped on himself while trying to hand out candy. You immediately squatted down to wrap a protective arm around him, and placed the candy bowl down on the ground in front of the kids.
“You okay, buddy?” you asked your son, who’s covered head nodded beneath the costume. Addressing the people at the door, you said, “Go ahead and take as much as you want. That’s all we have left.”
“What do you say, kids?” came an adult male voice. As several tiny voices of ‘thank you!’ rang out, you looked up to meet the eyes of what you had to presume was the father of at least one of these kids. You gave him a friendly smile, the sounds of crinkling wrappers ringing out as the kids fought for the last pieces of candy left.
“Those are some cool costumes you got there,” the man said with a raise of his brow. It was topical, but came out kind of forced based on his tone and the sweat of his brow. Grabbing the now empty bowl, you stood up as the children started to walk past the man. You figured he would follow, but instead he stood rather stiffly with his hands in his pockets as he said, “You’re smart for choosing to stay in. My feet are killing me right now.”
“Oh, it’s just because the little man isn’t used to being on two feet yet. I’m sure I’ll be in your spot by next year,” you said, your arms wrapping around the bowl. His eyes shot down to it - or at least that’s where you thought they went- before meeting your eyes again.
Just when you were about to tell him goodnight, he said, “Yeah, I’m out here with my daughter and some of her friends and their parents. Maybe next year we could all be a trick or treat squad, y’know?”
“Uhm..”
You weren’t sure how to answer that. He seemed nice enough, but your motherly instincts wouldn’t allow you to trust your son around a stranger, no matter how harmless the offer was. You figured you could ask about his kid to steer the conversation elsewhere while also getting more insight on him, but just as you were about to speak, he quickly said, “Or m-maybe not. Sorry I asked, goodnight!”
The man stormed off your lawn, catching up with his group that were already half way down the block by now. Before you turned around, you could already sense the reason for the man’s sudden change in demeanor standing behind you.
Sukuna stood tall before you, red eyes nearly glowing in the dimly lit entryway as he kept watch of the man. Without looking back, you closed the door behind you to say, “Could you not scare the neighbors, please?”
He was about to say something, but looked to see Kiseki staring up at the both of you. Giving you a look that said ‘wait,’ he bent down to be at eye level with his son to say, “I don’t know what you’ve done with my boy, but he better be in his bed by the time I get there. Got it?”
One of his little arms shot out from the side to give a salute above the brim of his glasses before he hobbled away. You called out to him telling him he needs to brush his teeth extra well before bed, and luckily the female curse followed right behind him. As they both entered the bathroom down the hall, you turned your attention back to your husband, who was now standing directly in front of you. You’ve gotten used to his lack of personal space, but was still caught off guard when his hand circled your waist to press you close against him. Sneering down at you, he said, “I’m only scaring the ones that want to fuck my wife.”
Looking down the hall to check that the coast was clear, you gently knocked a hand against his chest as you said, “You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”
“Am I?” he asked, emphasizing his point by pulling you in closer so your breasts were squeezed up against him. You hadn’t realized till then how apparent they were by now, seeing as it's been hours since you last pumped. Sukuna’s lips grazed the high of your cheekbone as he said, “You’re the one who’s had their tits out for the whole neighborhood to see.”
“Not on purpose!” you said, flushing with embarrassment just thinking about how long you’ve looked like this.
“I’ll allow it this one time, but only because you look so fucking hot,” he said, his hips pressing into yours as the hand that was sitting low at your waist slid down to squeeze your ass.
“Sukuna..,” you said in a low, flustered tone just as you saw your son exit the bathroom. You pushed away from his embrace just in time to hear him say, “I’m going to put the pest to bed. I’ll meet you upstairs.”
In a haze from his words, your response came delayed when you said, “You mean our son?”
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You only stood around for about a minute when Sukuna came through the door, shutting it behind him while never tearing his eyes off you. The two of you haven’t been too physical since the start of his recovery, so you were eager for whatever he was willing to offer. You knew flat out asking would cause him to throw another hissy fit, so instead you followed his lead as he gripped your upper arms tightly and pulled you into a kiss. It was rough and needy, and you had to grip onto his pecks to balance yourself from the dizzying feeling he was always able to pull from you. Leaning in closer to him, your fingers naturally grazed down his chest. You weren’t using any pressure, but somehow the feeling of your nails going down his nipples caused him to let out a sharp noise. You pulled back immediately to ask if he was okay, seeing smears of your red lipstick across his lips.
“I’m fine, it's just..,” Sukuna must’ve been so foreign to this feeling that even he couldn’t comprehend it, but soon he said, “I think I actually felt pain just now. Not a lot but… certainly more than I ever had before.”
You couldn’t hold back your worry then, and asked him a flurry of questions before he grabbed your wrists and said, “It wasn’t much. You certainly could never hurt me.”
You knew he was just joking it off, but he also seemed genuine. With a huff, you said, “Be careful what you say. I could take advantage of you in your weakened state.”
“You should,” he said with a fire in his eyes. It caught you off guard and you couldn’t help but to nervously ask, “Are you sure?”
“If I said it, then I’m sure,” he said in an irritated voice as his sharp teeth showed. He was being awfully short tempered for someone who was asking to be dominated, and you purse your lips as you gazed up at him through narrowed eyes.
“Fine. Lay down on the floor.”
You pushed off of his chest after that, knowing his eyes were trailing you as you walked to the opposite side of the room. You weren’t sure exactly what you had in mind, but busied yourself by searching the dresser drawer as Sukuna lowered himself to the ground. He has never outwardly asked you to play the dominant role before. It was something you silently anticipated even though it scared the hell out of you. Being bratty with him was easy, like a game you two could pick up on at any time. But being the one in control of such a force as Sukuna… It was admittedly enthralling and terrifying.
“If you’re trying to bore me to sleep, it’s working,” said a voice from somewhere behind you. You rolled your eyes just when your fingers landed on a small cardboard box tucked in the corner of the drawer. You had nearly forgotten you owned a box of matches. You bought them for the brief time period you didn’t own an electric lighter for your candles, and figured you’d keep them in case of a power outage. But now a darker idea was swimming through your head, and you quickly grabbed them and held it close to your middle.
“Lighting candles to set the mood? How cute,” Sukuna looked up at you with a raised brow, his hands tucked under his head.
“Not quite,” you said with a poorly hidden smirk. You grabbed a single match from the box and shut it, running the tip of the matchstick over the textured side. It made a small sound as it lit above your fingertips. Holding it up for dramatic effect, you said, “You have some apologizing to do.”
“For what?” he lifted his head, brows furrowed as he looked at your stern face. Rolling his eyes, he said, “How many times do I have to tell you, he’s not going to remember-”
He let out a sharp hiss in surprise when the tiny flame made contact with his bare abdomen. As he brushed it off himself, he looked up at you in mild bewilderment, more so for having the gall to go through with it. You wanted to feel guilty for what you had done, but the sly smirk that crept over his face told you that you didn’t need to be. Standing up a little straighter, you looked down at him from your chin as you said, “That’s not an apology.”
Sukuna casually picked up the match, which only left behind a faintly rosy mark that was healing itself quicker than it came. You watched as he put the still smoldering tip to his tongue before saying, “What are you gonna do about it? Burn me at the stake, witch?”
“That’s too good for you,” you said as you lit another match, already feeling the enthralling anticipation that hung in the air. You twisted it in your fingertips while saying, “But it’s tempting.”
“You’re getting so worked up over a word,” he said while tucking his hands back under his head, clearly making himself comfortable. As his hips momentarily raised in the air, you noticed the tent in his pants. You still practiced caution when you did it, but you couldn’t resist stepping in between his legs before bringing a foot down on his crotch. You ran it gently over his bulge as you gave him a heated look.
“What are you getting worked up over?”
He rolled his hips up to meet the flat of your foot. It took you slightly off balance and before you could think, he was pulling you down on top of him. The match you held simmered out on the floor beside him as your hand went over his chest. You were straddling his lap now, and with your dress riding up to your hips, you could feel his bulge pressing up against you. It was embarrassing how whipped you were for his cock, but you could already feel the heat forming in your core at the prospect of where things would go.
“I know you’re going easy on me,” he said, propping himself up on one arm as he wrapped the other around your waist, practically pushing his face into your chest. Smiling against your cleavage, he said, “If you’re gonna do something, at least make it count.”
#I’m sorry if the spacing is raggedy I can only post on mobile#writing#fanfic#ao3#jjk x reader#jjk#my fic#jjk smut#sukuna#jjk sukuna#sukuna x reader#wip#kinktober
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TSB Round 6 Roundups - Weeks 15 & 16!
Special shoutout to our mod @ceealaina, without whom our weekly roundup may not be possible!
Collaborator : TheUltimateUndesirable
Card Number: 6030
Square Filled: S1 - WinterIron
Title: All I Crave Is Him
Link: AO3
Pairings: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 2940
Rating: Explicit
Major Tags/Triggers: Omegaverse, PWP, secret relationship
Summary: In an unhappy relationship that he’s yet to officially end, Tony finds himself clinging to a new one that provides him more satisfaction, thrill, than he ever thought possible. He wouldn’t go as far as to label it happiness despite what it feels like because after all, since when is happiness something that’s ever latest? At least for him, despite how much he may crave it with six feet of stocky smart mouthed Alpha.
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Collaborator : scottxlogan
Card Number: 6038
Square Filled: K2 - Kidfic
Title: Movie Night
Link: AO3
Pairings: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 4320
Rating: Teen
Major Tags/Triggers: Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, Family Bonding, Kissing, Hair Braiding
Summary: Bucky and Tony begin date night with plans for a night filled with horror movies and time together, but Alpine and Morgan have other plans that bring them all together as a family.
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Collaborator : LBibliophile
Card Number: 6068
Square Filled: A4 - "This won't hurt a bit"
Title: Helping Hand
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: Tony Starrk & DUM-E
Word Count: 100
Rating: Teen
Major Tags/Triggers: drabble, shrapnel injury (but not That one)
Summary: DUM-E was built to be a helping hand, and knows when to take that responsibility seriously.
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Collaborator : Startrekking
Card Number: b005
Square Filled: S5 - Pepper Potts
Title: Tony & Pepper throughout the years
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: Tony/Pepper
Word Count: 0
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: Gif set, flashing gif, multi films
Summary: Gifset with moments of Pepper/Tony throughout each film
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Collaborator : LBibliophile
Card Number: 6068
Square Filled: T5 - Captain America
Title: The Masks They Wear
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: Tony Stark & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov
Word Count: 160
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: Masks, image edit
Summary: He has shown a mask since he was a child, growing to match its curves until he forgot his own face. Now, he'll shape his mask from metal. | He was shocked when he saw how his legend has changed, twisted to fit the times. Good thing the serum made him a fast study. | She carries a collection of names and faces in her purse, and checks her reflection in passing widows: Today, is she 'Natalie' or 'Nicole', or 'Natasha'?
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Collaborator : rebelmeg
Card Number: 6001
Square Filled: Adopted - Pepper Potts
Title: Autumn in New England
Link: AO3
Pairings: Pepperony
Word Count: 737
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: just fluff and romance
Summary: Tony creates a fairytale autumn paradise for Pepper, who finds something she's been waiting for.
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Card Number: 6019
Square Filled: K1 - Endgame Fix-It
Title: Rhodey Had a Point
Link: AO3
Pairings: [none]
Word Count: 514
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: Endgame canon divergent, time travel, attempted murder,
Summary: Tony takes Rhodey's suggestion and does a bit of solo time-traveling.
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Collaborator : PoliZ
Card Number: 6019
Square Filled: K4 - Hindsight
Title: In Hindsight
Link: AO3
Pairings: Bucky/Steve --> Bucky/Steve/Tony
Word Count: 1660
Rating: Mature
Major Tags/Triggers: Modern No Powers AU, amputee!Bucky, Rich Inventor!Tony, Celebrity Crush, Bucket List, Alternating POV, Implied Sexual Content
Summary: In hindsight - they had a hell of a meet-cute story to tell - involving a hotel bathroom, Steve and Bucky's Sexcapades List and a tipsy Steve with no filter
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Collaborator : LBibliophile
Card Number: 6068
Square Filled: K2 - [image] Tony and Maria Stark
Title: Apologies
Link: AO3
Pairings: Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 560
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: CA:CW aftermath, guilt and forgiveness, Tony Stark's parents' death
Summary: In the aftermath of CA:CW, Bucky and Tony have built a tentative truce. But as a certain anivresary approaches, a different apology is due.
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Collaborator : rebelmeg
Card Number: 6001
Square Filled: A2 - denial
Title: Berries Are Better
Link: AO3
Pairings: Pepperony
Word Count: 366
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: humor, Stark Family, autumn activities, Morgan is a grumpy bean
Summary: Tony: Let’s go do some fun autumn activities! Morgan: No, shan’t.
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Collaborator : Marveler
Card Number: 6010
Square Filled: T1 - Tower
Title: Attic-ness
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Word Count: 906
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: Lost from group, Attics, Peter Parkers Tour
Summary: The attic is very attic-like unless it’s not an attic at all. Then it’s just a very high floor in Stark Tower that Peter has come across on accident.
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Collaborator : Marveler
Card Number: 6010
Square Filled: A1 - Drunk Dialling/Wrong Number
Title: How Do You Meet A Soulmate?
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange
Word Count: 604
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: N/A
Summary: Can a wrong number really lead to meeting your soulmate?
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Collaborator : Marveler
Card Number: 6010
Square Filled: R5 - Anton Vanko
Title: Bundle of Quiet
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: Tony Stark/James 'Rhodey' Rhodes
Word Count: 937
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: Workshop Mechanics, Car Crash (previous to story), Ignorant People
Summary: Tony’s workshop is rarely ever quiet and when it is, he’s always ready for a screaming body of mess to come in.
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Collaborator : nolanfa
Card Number: 6007
Square Filled: K4 - [Picture of U/DUM-E]
Title: Arm Repair
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes & DUM-E & JARVIS
Word Count: 1 digital art + 514 words
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: None
Summary: Human interaction? Uuuuh, that's a no.
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Card Number: 6011
Square Filled: A2 - Image: Tony sitting next to the suit of Iron Man armor
Title: 20 Judgement: Tony Stark|Iron Man
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: Major Arcana Tarot
Summary: Card 20, Judgement, is a major arcana card, indicating one’s need to follow your inner calling
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Collaborator : Faustess
Card Number: 6026
Square Filled: A3 - Free Space
Title: Flawed Hypothesis - Chatper 8 (Epilogue)
Link: AO3
Pairings: Stuckony
Word Count: Word Count: 702 (Ch8) 7617 (entire fic)
Rating: Mature
Major Tags/Triggers: Post Avengers 2012, Canon Divergent, non-standard A/B/O ‘verse, alternating POV, Hidden Identities, Canon Divergence, Implied Sexual
Summary: Content Fic Summary: What everyone knows about three members of the Avengers may not be the truth. Chapter 7: (Epilogue ) The "news" never rests and there's nothing more gossip-worthy than the much publicized Barnes-Rogers-Stark nuptials. Who's getting cold feet? Will those raunchy pics leaked on the dark web put their happiness in jeopardy? Just whose jealousy is out of control? Could this be why Clint's leaving the Avengers? Wait - what?! All this and more inside - and as always, our sources are completely Candid.
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Collaborator : Tweetthang96
Card Number: 6011
Square Filled: T4 - “Welcome Home”
Title: Midnight Margaritas
Link: AO3
Pairings: N/A
Word Count: 746
Rating: Teen
Major Tags/Triggers: Alcohol, implied loss of a loved one, Practical Magic AU
Summary: After a major loss, Darcy returns home to her great aunts on Maria’s Island to grieve. On her first night, they whip up a batch of midnight margaritas to welcome her home, and kickstart her grieving.
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Collaborator : Marveler
Card Number: #6010
Square Filled: R4 - Witness
Title: Background Character
Link: Tumblr
Pairings: Tony Stark/James 'Rhodey' Rhodes
Word Count: 1090
Rating: Gen
Major Tags/Triggers: N/A
Summary: Lila Rhodes did not expect to be in this lecture hall, she doesn’t even go to this school, so she really shouldn’t be a witness to one of the largest news stories in MIT history. The largest may be an exaggeration she’s making seeing as the news story includes her brother.
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suit up - hawks x f. reader
the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun
notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol
wc: 5.3k
a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe
Beautiful.
You’re so beautiful.
Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.
You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.
The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.
And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.
In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.
Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.
Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”
He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”
You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”
He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”
You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.
You love it.
He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”
“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.
“I don’t see you denying it.”
“Shut up.”
“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”
Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.
You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.
You wanted him. You wanted your husband.
“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.
The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.
But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.
Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.
He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”
“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”
He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.
His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.
“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.
He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”
You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”
He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.
The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.
It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.
But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.
He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.
You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”
“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.
“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”
You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”
“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”
“Shut up.”
“Mm, no thanks.”
You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.
“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”
It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”
“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”
You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.
You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.
You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.
You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.
The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”
You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.
You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”
You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”
You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.
His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.
“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”
He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.
His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.
“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”
And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.
You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!
“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.
“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”
Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.
When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.
But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.
“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.
Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”
He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”
You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”
“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”
You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.
“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”
His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”
Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.
You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.
Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.
“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”
He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.
You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.
He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”
His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”
“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”
He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.
He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.
“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”
“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.
Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.
“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.
“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.
You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”
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Do you have any Harlivy fic recommendations? Preferably something that is already completed?
OH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
okay okay so quick little tangent fact !! I actually just finished my undergrad degree in "english literature analysis & writing" and reading fics is so fun bc I get to analyze them and break them down and if it's particularly well written the stars align and it's just UGH so good.
ratings are: E (explicit) M (mature) T (teens and up) and G (everyone)
anyways here is a HUGE list of my favorite fics to date, their stats/details/plots, reasonings as to why they're on the list to begin with, and a short analysis:
SHORT STORIES (less than 30k words)
for your convenience they’re in order of length bc I’m focusing on this super hard rn
KISS YOUR BEST FRIEND CHALLENGE (T)
STATS — 340 words, shenanigans, fluff
PLOT — Harley, TikTok and general Social Media queen, decides to do the trending challenge to kiss your best friend. The best friend? Her roommate and the woman she’s been crushing on for fucking ever: Poison Ivy.
AM I TOO CLOSE? (CAUSE YOU FOLD INTO ME LIKE A HEART WITH A BEAT) (G)
STATS — 839 words, fluff, shenanigans
PLOT — Harley genuinely wasn’t looking for trouble, but it’s hard to just have a day out when you’re one of Gotham’s most wanted. Running into Ivy, she takes drastic measures (and her hoodie into the mix) to distract the police from looking in their direction.
I’M HOME (G)
STATS — 892 words, domestic fluff
PLOT — After a long and rough day at work, Ivy comes home to Harley. Relaying the details of her day, she basks in the comfort of her girlfriend, who provides gentle questions and is a phenomenal listener. General cuteness.
CONFLICT DIAMONDS (G)
STATS — 990 words, wedding shenanigans, banter, humor
PLOT — Batman and Renee Montoya respond to a break-in at a jewelry store, except even though the owner is duct-taped to the wall, it isn’t really a break-in; Harley’s just trying to shop for a ring for Ivy, and that’s difficult to do when the owner is screaming in the corner. Batman and Renee both pitch in to help pick something nice for Harley’s girl, resulting in hilarious banter.
OF COURSE (T)
STATS — 1.1k words, hurt/comfort (kinda), harley quinn animated tv show centric
PLOT — In the aftermath of Ivy’s death, rebirth, and the fall of Joker Tower, Harley collapses onto the ground. Since she never mentioned that her parents are the reason for most of her injuries, Ivy isn’t sure why she’s so out of it.
PERFECT MORNINGS (T)
STATS — 1.1k words, domestic fluff/bliss
PLOT — Ivy, who usually wakes up early and before Harley, takes a moment to look at the countless muscles, ridges, scars, and tattoos on Harley’s body as she sleeps. General cuteness.
I’D LOVE TO CHECK YOU OUT (T)
STATS — 1.7k words, university au, fluff
PLOT — Harley visits the library virtually every day, and it’s definitely not because she needs to work on her university courses and homework. She finally works up the courage to speak to the alluring redhead she sees there every day while absentmindedly looking at a book on sharks.
I’LL LOVE YOU IN THE MORNING (NOON, NIGHT) (T)
STATS — 2.1k words, angst, hurt/comfort
PLOT — A snapshot look into Ivy and how she comes to know, care, and love all the sides of Harley—from psychiatrist to criminal to girlfriend. She loves her throughout it all.
DAY-DREAMING (T)
STATS — 2.2k words, shenanigans, psychiatrist Harleen
PLOT — Ivy’s falling for her psychiatrist—her humorous, intelligent, caring, and downright gorgeous psychiatrist. It’s difficult, to say the least.
WHAT HAPPENS IN THEMYSCIRA (DOESN’T) STAY IN THEMYSCIRA (T)
STATS — 2.3k words, humor, wedding shenanigans, angst with a happy ending
PLOT — In a surprise twist of events, Harley and Ivy were drunkenly married at Themyscira. When asked at the wedding if anybody had objections to the union of Ivy and Chuck, Wonder Woman and the Queen of Themyscira herself come to object. Ivy, for lack of a better word, wants to die a little.
NOT A ROCKER CHICK (T)
STATS — 3.1k words, rock band au, fluff
PLOT — The last thing Ivy wants to do is go to a rock band concert with her best friend, Selina. Despite her best efforts, she can’t help but completely fall into the rhythm of the band and their music, so different than her own norm. And okay, maybe the singer (who Selina was friends with and called “Harley”) was also kinda hot...
A TENDER HEART AMONG THE GREEN (T)
STATS — 3.2k words, gotham city sirens raise Lucy au, domestic bliss
PLOT — Harley and Selina come back home to the apartment to find Ivy passed out asleep with Lucy cuddling into the crook of her neck and Selina’s cats cuddling her legs. Knowing that Ivy would rather be caught dead than in such a compromising situation (after all, she is the Poison Ivy, who “hates humans”) the two take a photo, since it lasts longer. Shenanigans and cuteness ensue.
BUILDING YOUR GIRL’S SECOND STORY (M)
STATS — 3.3k words, university/grad school au, angst with a happy ending
PLOT — Snapshots of Harley’s battle with her violent and abusive boyfriend, Jack, and the way in which Bruce, his boyfriend Clark, and her best friend (and potentially lover) Pamela all love Harley and will do anything, anything, to make sure she gets the help, care, and love she needs.
A DIFFERENT KIND OF NORMAL (T)
STATS — 3.6k words, coronavirus pandemic/quarantine au, family au
PLOT — Ivy is requested by the Justice League to help create and manufacture a vaccine for the COVID-19 virus. As she works on the vaccine, she video calls Harley and their daughter Lucy, both of whom miss her very much.
RABBIT IN THE GARDEN (T)
STATS — 4.4k words, implied suicide attempt, hard angst
PLOT — Winters are difficult to Ivy. When Harley comes home one day to see her submerged fully in water in the bathtub, the only thing Harley can do is cry and take her out. Ultimately Ivy is alright—but it doesn’t make it any easier.
WE WILL BE (EVERYTHING THAT WE’D EVER NEED) (T)
STATS — 5.8k words, high school au, angst, hurt/comfort
PLOT — Harley and Ivy are best friends from high school, living in the middle of Arizona. Ivy is absolutely head over heels for Harley, but the latter is in a growing and increasingly abusive relationship with the older “bad-boy” (literally) Jack. Eventually, the two grow together in more ways than one.
WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS (EXCEPT NO DOGS DIE) (M)
STATS — 9.7k words, domestic bliss, no powers just botanist & psychiatrist au
PLOT — After her abusive ex-boyfriend tries to maniacally tear down the front door of her apartment with an ax as her best friend, Selina, pushes the table against the splintering wood, Bruce recommends that Harley gets a dog. She gets two German Shepard brothers—Bud and Lou—who lead her one day on their walk to the most beautiful flower shop owner Harley’s ever seen. The story of Harley and Ivy, told with Bud and Lou present to witness every moment.
THE MOMENT I AWAKEN GHOSTS (T)
STATS — 11.7k words, falling in love, feelings & realizations
PLOT — A deep look into Ivy’s feelings and how they evolve from general hatred against Harleen the psychiatrist at Arkham to a blooming, kind and gentle love towards Harley Quinn, the crown jester of crime.
HARLEQUIN’S ISLE (T)
STATS — 17.5k words, hurt/comfort, happy ending, shenanigans, humor
PLOT — Harley and Ivy decide to go on a vacation on Bruce Wayne’s new eco-friendly plane, but in a surprise twist of events, things go terribly wrong, Ivy falls out of the plane, and the two (as well as all the other rich and wealthy big-name CEOS on the plane) get stranded on an island with someone actively trying to rob the investors. Harley and Ivy will fight them, god damn it, because they deserve this vacation and they will have it.
LONGER STORIES (30k words to 100k words)
YOUR LOVE (DÉJÀ VU) (G)
STATS — 33k words, slow burn, mild angst, canon divergence
PLOT — A what-if-Harley-found-Ivy-first fic, YOUR LOVE wonderfully illustrates Dr. Harleen Quinzel treating Ivy in a wonderfully humane and kind way, including learning floriography, the language of flowers, in order to better relate to her. Ivy is taken aback by her doctor's genuine care and begins to develop feelings, all the while Harleen falls hard and fast which wholly confuses and frightens her. The one caveat is that while this is happening, Harleen is also treating the Joker as well, who tries (keyword: tries) to manipulate her. Ivy and Harley dance a timid tango around one another as they try to navigate this new playing field of romantic feelings for one another, and things come to a breaking point when Harleen realizes that, perhaps, all of her patients have a point and that the real villains are not the ones inside the asylum, but rather the ones running it.
FAVORITE DETAILS — I just love the way this is written. It provides a wonderful and almost skinny-love like romance (except this takes place in an insane asylum) as Harleen and Ivy both try to understand their strong feelings for one another. The way in which the rogues and other inmates/patients all look out for one another was very heartwarming, and Waylon and Eddie's thinly veiled camaraderie with Ivy—and her thinly veiled appreciation for it—were both lovely and created a really warm environment. It really underlined why Harley loved them because you love them too in the process, and see how she reaches her breaking point.
CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — Harley, as she is in all of my favorite fics, is depicted as an incredibly intelligent and talented psychiatrist. Her caring nature is wonderfully outlined in this fic as she helps Waylon, Eddie, Ivy, and everybody else in the asylum be treated with genuine respect and care, going as far as to get them personalized gifts. Her psyche fracturing slowly never once makes her seem unintelligent to the reader, even as she actively places a ditz persona in order to fool the rest of the asylum staff (and the Joker). Ivy, on the other hand, is illustrated in a way that perfectly shows how all she genuinely needed was someone to listen. She's sometimes harsh and crass but you can see how she begins to soften as Harley helps her and treats her with: you guessed it, genuine respect.
FINAL VERDICT — I would get this tattooed on my ass if I could
NOVEL LENGTH WORKS (100k+ words)
ACROSS THE WAY (M)
STATS — 128.7k words, slow-burn, tattoo artist & flower shop owner au
PLOT — Botanist and flower shop owner Pamela Isley moves to Gotham from Seattle in search of a new life. Her shop is located directly next to a tattoo shop—one that is incredibly loud and bothersome. Upon walking in to give the shop a piece of her mind, she meets one of the resident artsits, Harley Quinzel, and cannot get her out of her mind. The two become best friends, and feelings slowly start to develop. On a night when Harley is most vulnerable and in need of a place to escape, Pam offers her apartment as a refuge, and from that point on things are never the same again (in the best way possible).
FAVORITE DETAILS — The SIT sessions were a wonderful touch and I loved seeing the recovery of both Ivy and Harley, because it was so real. I also loved how once Harley got out, she did everything in her power to protect both herself and Ivy from Jack, and we got to see her and Ivy grow into their wonderful, healthy romance.
CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — I love how all of the characters are illustrated; Selina, who is the caring best friend and genuinely does her best to help others around her all the while being her cocky, usual self. Pam, who escaped Seattle and started anew in Gotham and is the crass botanist and also the insanely kind and caring lover. Barbara is the adorable coffee shop owner, Floyd is the caring figure for Harley that she never had, and everyone is just wonderful.
FINAL VERDICT — literally go read this rn, what are you even doing
MAD LOVE: THE BEGINNING & MAD LOVE: THE FINAL CHAPTER (M)
STATS — nearly 400k words total, angst, canon divergence, domestic fluff, slice of life
PLOT — imagine YOUR LOVE except this is much longer, much more heart-wrenching, a whole lot more angsty, and Harleen's break with Harley is a lot more prevalent. Another what-if scenario of Dr. Harleen Quinzel meeting and treating the illusive Poison Ivy instead of the Joker, MAD LOVE shows an interesting depiction of the way they manipulate, hurt, care, and love one another. The entire story is riddled with well placed metaphors, recurring themes, and both Ivy and Harley's characters are illustrated in the most complex and interesting way. All throughout both the initial and the sequel, Ivy and Harleen play a metaphorical chess game in manipulation as a means to gain the upper-hand on the other, which creates a dangerous foundation for their following love story. In the sequel, "The Final Chapter," the story starts with Harley and Ivy—already married near the end of "A New Beginning"—having two kids and the entire piece spans over Harley's lifetime until she's on her deathbed, with Ivy still stuck at 33 years old beside her. I personally stopped reading the story after Harley died (I was too emotionally vulnerable to continue on) but if you continue reading on, you get to see Ivy move on and appreciate Harley's impact on her life as she finds love and happiness again after the loss of her wife.
FAVORITE DETAILS — We get insight into both Ivy and Harleen's trauma, and how not everything can be fixed with love. Neither Harleen nor Ivy (or their actions for that matter) are characterized as perfect in any way, and the story never excuses any of their more-than-questionable actions; in fact they make MANY mistakes and manipulate one another throughout the story, and both have power over the other (Harleen is her psychiatrist, but Ivy could easily kill her, so emotional power over someone with immense physical power).
CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — Harleen is depicted as an incredibly intelligent and capable psychiatrist, and the story somehow wonderfully mixes Harley's desire for violent chaos with Harleen's desire to help others. v Ivy is illustrated as the epitome of "I hate you and will not be nice unless you're literally either my wife or kids." She is seldom kind to others, is often crass, but an entire softy when it comes to Harleen and their children. She's a hard worker and is heavily involved in her research. Harleen, on the other hand, is equally cunning but more lighthearted, extremely athletic and active, the "fun" mom, and less into power trips (unless it's about Ivy).
FINAL VERDICT — definitely the most interesting fics I've ever read in my entire fucking life, it's so complex and wonderful and a literal minefield of analysis worthy literature, I'd also get this tattooed on my ass if I could
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I saw that you're taking prompts, from the dialogue list. Can I get number 20? “I’ve never had someone taking care of me before.” for starker obviously. I'm excited, I love reading your works. Thank you in advance!
Hi anon! That means so much to me and I’m v glad to be taking this as my first prompt. Thank you 💙
I kinda want to try some new things with some of these prompts, so I’m gonna go at this with omega Tony and alpha Peter and see where it goes. I hope that’s okay with you anon and that everyone likes it 😘
Same age college AU, omegaverse, alpha Peter Parker, omega Tony Stark, some angst and some fluff at the end.
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It’s a well known fact that Tony Stark has a shitty family.
Well, at least to anyone who knows him, it is. They know how he’ll do anything to not be at home when his father is around, to get out of the endless pressures of social events and promotional things and questions of mating and management and all of the things that he hated about being born an omega and being attached to the last name Stark to top it all off—
For years, it was just him. Some flings, mainly to piss his father off, but he never had his attention for longer than the time it took to scold him or order him around, and his mother was never much help, either. He had precious few friends growing up, never really made any real ones until college when he met Rhodey and Pepper — an alpha and a beta respectively that helped him manage things there and that were the first people to truly understand the depths of struggles he had going on at home.
And they were great friends, still are, but there was never anything more there between them. They helped him float through the first year of school, and then—
And then came Peter Parker.
Tony doesn’t hate all alphas on principle, although he is often rather tempted to try to, what with how they were shoved in his face most of his life. They were great for a good fling but most of them were meatheads. As horny as Tony was, he couldn’t allow just anyone to be close to him, nothing too get to serious, because he’s got a lot of responsibility coming down to him and he needs the right partner — alpha or otherwise — to be willing to deal with that. Not that he’s particularly interested in mating right now but he also isn’t going to allow someone close enough to potentially mark him knowing the repercussions of that.
He’s the heir to Stark Industries, sure, but he’s still an omega. An alpha will have significant legal power over him once they’re mated. And he wants to be the one to run SI, to take on his legacy, to build, to create, and to run his business, and he’s not going to let anyone stop him, even if that means flings forever.
(Not that that’s legally going to fly because he can’t take over until he’s considered qualified which implies a certain amount of stability that translates into having an alpha that’s more than just a fuck buddy but—)
It doesn’t matter. None of it matters after he meets Peter.
Peter is a year younger than him in school, technically, but biologically they’re the same age. Peter just started a bit later than most — and for good reasons, as Tony comes to find out.
He’s in one of Tony’s engineering classes and his organic chemistry class and the omega would be lying if he said he wasn’t immediately taken with him.
He can’t help it. Peter is cute, with his overgrown curls and slim form and silky skin and shy little smile and—
The other man is all alpha, there’s no doubt about it. He exudes it without even trying, but there’s a shyness to him, too. He’s not a meathead; he’s a sweetheart. From day one he’s respectful of Tony in class, kind when he sees him around campus, and that makes them the perfect lab partners in chemistry, and after knowing that, it’s just the natural choice for them to partner for the project in engineering and then—
Then things spiral, and Tony doesn’t even care.
He’s seeking the alpha’s attention, and Peter, the innocent, shy thing he is, is happy to give, to dote on Tony in ways that he would resist if they were coming from anyone else.
They’re not even fucking, but it’s intimate, so intimate that he can’t even explain it, and he loves it, scarily so. It both soothes and sets all his instincts on edge at the same time.
By mid semester they both have keys to come and go freely from each other’s rooms. It’s more common to see them together than it is to ever spot one of them out alone. The whole school probably thinks they’re a couple, and even though they’ve never made it official — and he’s never allowed himself to even come close to considering it before — Tony can’t bring himself to mind.
As midterms approach, though, Tony locks himself in to focus on his work. He doesn’t mean to, really; it’s just that hours studying slip into full nights and then he hasn’t eaten and he hasn’t left the room, even missing one of his classes because he doesn’t realize the time.
Peter hasn’t come by in days and except for the occasional check in text, Tony hasn’t heard from him, either. But they’re both busy with midterms so he really isn’t surprised. In fact he barely has time to eat, let alone check his phone, so even if he was texting him regularly Tony probably wouldn’t be answering.
Except mid terms or no, of course Peter notices when Tony misses class. And when his texts go unanswered by the absorbed omega, he doesn’t hesitate to show up and let himself in.
Tony doesn’t even realize anyone is there until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He jumps so hard he nearly knocks the chair back, and when he turns around he sees Peter, stepping back and holding his hands up in the universal “I surrender” gesture, clearly not having meant to startle him.
“I’m sorry, I knocked but you didn’t answer so I let myself in. I just— you weren’t in class, and I was worried… are you okay? When was the last time you ate?” It takes all of two seconds for Peter’s sheepishness to melt into concern, and he steps forward again, closing the distance between them to tilt Tony’s chin up, looking at the shadow stretching across his jaw where he hasn’t shaved in a few days. “You’ve lost weight,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over Tony’s cheekbone tenderly — which, yeah, is definitely more prominent than it was at the beginning of the week.
Tony’s eyes flutter and he leans into the touch for a moment before refocusing and shaking it off. “I’m fine. This is normal, Peter. I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you?” Peter raises an eyebrow. “Do you even know what day it is?”
“It’s Saturday—“
“It’s Monday, Tony. 1pm on Monday, at that. You missed engineering this morning and you haven’t answered my texts all weekend.” Surprise flits across Tony’s face at that, because — yeah, last time he checked it was Saturday, and he had no new texts from Peter, so— “When was the last time you ate?” Peter continues to prod, voice gentle but insistent.
Both aspects only serve to spark irritation in him, though. Tony bats Peter’s hand away from his face, frowning. He doesn’t need to be treated with kid gloves. “I ate a little while ago. I’m fine.”
“You don’t even know what day it is—“
“It all kind of blurs together when you’re not doing anything besides working, okay—“
“Two days is a lot of blur, Tony—“
“And just because I need a shave doesn’t mean I haven’t left my desk or that this isn’t totally normal for midterms—“
“You’re the one saying you haven’t left your desk, not me—“
“That’s not what I meant! I’m just saying—“
“I’m just saying you need to take a short break, it’s not that big of a deal—“
“I don’t need a break, I know my limits—“
“Tony, I really don’t think—“
“Jesus fucking— You’re not my alpha, Parker, would you fuck off?”
The words come out before he can stop them, and he flinched himself at the hurt on Peter’s face, the way the alpha physically recoils, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I’m not— god, I know that, okay? I’m just trying to help you, Tony. Please, this isn’t sustainable. You need to eat. Just— let me find you something, and then I’ll leave, okay?”
Leave? No, he doesn’t want him to leave. But the only thing that comes out is a quiet “whatever,” and he watches Peter escape to the kitchen with a ball of guilt growing in his chest.
Peter is just trying to help. He likes Peter and he doesn’t want him to leave, he just— he panics, and then he snaps.
Because what if Peter wants more? What if he really likes him? And Tony is a fuck up that does shit like this when he feels emotions and has so much baggage attached to being with him and—
And Peter knows that, at least some of it. It’s been a few months of seeing each other nearly every day, now, and his family situation was never a secret.
So why is he still here? Oh god, did Tony just ruin it?
The thought, for reasons that he’s refusing to immediately think about, is almost too much to bear. He stands up, fumbling his way out of the chair and into the kitchen.
The smell hits him almost as soon as he enters, and he sucks in a deep breath. His traitorous stomach growls, loud and demanding.
Soup bubbles on the stove as Peter works at the counter, chopping up some fruits and vegetables. He’s already managed to put a few little storage containers of food together for him, and something in Tony’s gut feels warm at the sight. But it also drops — preparing premade meals most certainly means that Peter isn’t intending to come back.
He looks up when Tony enters, expression wary. “The soup was the quickest thing you had, and since I had to be here for as long as it takes to boil anyway I thought I would just—“
“Peter.” His own voice sounds remarkable calm for how shaky he suddenly feels, lurching towards the alpha at the countertop. “It’s okay. I… thank you, for this. I’m sorry.”
Peter looks taken aback by the apology. “Tony, you don’t have to apologize. You’re right; I’m not your alpha and it’s not my place to give you orders. I just… I care about you, okay? I just want to help. I know you don’t think about me that way, and I’m sorry I overstepped, but—“
“You’re wrong.”
“What?” The words draw Peter up short.
Tony takes a breath, looking down. He focuses on the alpha’s hands, watching him chop instead of looking at his face. It’s easier. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t think of you that way. The problem is… that I do. And I… I’m not used to this. I’ve never had someone take care of me before. Not really, not in any way that mattered. And what I feel for you… it scares me.” He takes a little breath again, looking down at his own hands. “I want you to be my alpha, Peter. But I’m not really a good omega, and I just have so much shit that comes along with being with me. The thought of asking you to do that… what that could do to us… I just don’t think I could handle that.”
He hears the knife ting against the countertop as Peter sets it down, and the pitter patter of footsteps as the alpha crosses the room. He’s suddenly being drawn into a pair of lanky but surprisingly strong arms, surrounded by the musky, relaxing scent of alpha, and he practically melts into it, nestling his nose into the spot between the collar of Peter’s sweatshirt and his throat almost automatically.
Peter’s hand running up and down his back is soothing, relaxing him the rest of the way, and the press of the alpha’s chin against his head is just the perfect weight to be comfortable, reassuring.
“Tony… I’m not an idiot,” he says gently. “I know who you are. What you’ve done, where you came from, what’s expected of you — and yeah, I’m sure there’s more that you haven’t told me and that’s not public, but— I get why this is a struggle for you, and why you feel the need to put so much pressure on yourself. There’s nothing wrong with you for that and it is most definitely not your own fault that you’re not used to being taken care of. And you’ve no idea how badly or how long I’ve wanted to be your alpha.” He pulls back a little to look down at him, fingers scratching Tony’s scalp gently as he works his fingers through his hair. “But that doesn’t mean that this kind of behavior — towards yourself or others — is good or acceptable. It’s okay to let me take care of you — at least in small ways. I know you’re scared of losing your independence, but that’s not what I want for you, either. I just want to help.”
“Help,” Tony echoes, eyes drifting to the pan on the stove and then back to Peter. “I… I think I’d like that.” He bites his lip, looking up at him. They’re about the same size and height, but this close, wrapped in the alpha’s arms and scent, with his steady gaze on him, he can’t help but feel small by comparison. “You really want to be my alpha?”
“Only if you want me to be, but…” Peter looks down at him and cracks his shy little smile. “I’d like to try, if you’d let me.”
“I’d like that,” Tony admits. He shifts to press up against him, putting a hand on his chest. “I’d also really like it if you’d kiss me.”
Peter looks a little surprised, but not unpleasantly. Still, he shakes his head, giving him a little push back. “Tony, you didn’t even know what day it was. God knows when the last time you brushed your teeth is. No offense, but… ew.”
Tony just laughs a little, unable to help himself. “If I brush my teeth…?”
“Maybe. If you eat your food as well.” Peter moves back to the counter, finishing up the container he was working on. “We can’t be doing anything that’s going to burn you extra calories when you don’t have enough to begin with, hm?”
Tony finds himself grinning. “That’s an argument I can get behind. Literally and metaphorically.”
Peter flashes a grin in return, voice back to that gentle but insistent tone that he knows so well when he says, “Go, Tony.”
And for once, Tony is all too happy to obey.
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Piss Off Your Parents
Piss Off Your Parents
Ship: BadBoy!Jungkook | RichGirl!Reader
Description: Roommates!AU | BadBoy!AU | FakeDating!AU | In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.
Warnings: Dom!JK, Daddy Kink, D/S Themes, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Intercourse, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Fingering, Oral, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Size Kink, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Lots of Pet Names, Angst, Fluff, Drug Use (it’s just weed)
Word Count: 16,411
A/N: Based on the song 18 by Anarbor! This ends my hiatus! I’ve been writing this for literal months so I hope you guys like it. Happy Early 3rd Year Anniversary!
"Oh, you must visit us in Morocco! We got a summer home there not too long ago, and it's absolutely divine!"
"You don't say? We were thinking about visiting there! It was between there and Budapest."
"I went to Budapest not too long ago, actually. Remember when I was telling you about Belgium?"
"Belgium? I remember Prague..."
"Oh yes! Prague, that's it. Well, it was the trip after-"
You rolled your eyes, internally groaning as you listened to your mother speak with the Senator's wife. You hated going to these. The senator loved to host "intimate" parties, which mainly compromised of the 1%. Everyone knew it was because the next election was coming up, and he wanted to raise funding. As if he needed it, you mused to yourself, admiring the interior of the mansion. Spilling wine on a nearby couch would cost as much as some student loans.
Still, you were the daughter of a wealthy family, trust fund baby among other things. Your college was paid for, not including the bribing, and you were the darling among many. Daddy's little jewel, and one of the few brats who wasn't forced under the scapel at 16.
You couldn't stand the boys in that circle. They were all the same, figuring that a man of their "status" should have a trophy equally worthy. Or perhaps they wanted an arranged marriage, no bullshit, simply in hopes of linking the family businesses together and gaining your father's support. Often times they were just men who had never heard the word "no", and didn't like hearing it, wealth be damned.
You feel sick to your stomach, seeing one of your "suitors" eyeing you when he enters. He's different from the others, no suit adorning his figure. Instead of a suit and tie, he wears all black, leather jacket and combat boots. The graphic tee is tucked into his ripped jeans, accentuating his tiny waist. You peak at the tattoos on his hands, and the jewelry he wears. Lots of rings, some earrings, and a chain necklace, with a matching one on his pants. He had long hair that hung around his ears, making it where he had to flip his hair to see what was in front of him.
You felt as though the world had stopped, holding your breath as you simply stare at him. He gives you a charming smile, surprisingly cute dimples showing up on either cheek. It felt as though the breath had been knocked out of your lungs, and your stomach was doing flips.
"Oh, that boy! I told him to dress for the occasion," the Senator's wife scowled. She smiles towards you and your mother. "If you'll excuse me."
As soon as she scurries away, you turn to your mother, eyes wide with wonder. "Who's that?"
Your mother gives a judgemental stare to the boy as he's approached. "The Senator's son- Jungkook. You grew up with him when you were about toddlers."
"The Jeons created that?" You couldn't believe it. Those two had sticks shoved so far up their asses you were sure you could see the end whenever they opened their mouths. You would've remembered growing up with a specimen like that. "How come I haven't seen him until now?"
"His parents sent him off to boarding school in Switzerland, hoping it would whip him into shape. It didn't. After he got his degree in college he decided to make some rock band. Apparently he's back in town to work with this new record label- or was it to own his own guitar shop?"
"So he's some baddie rock star?"
"Dear, I told you to speak properly. Like a lady." Your mother sighs. "But in other words, yes. Figures the Senator would make the living embodiment of teenage rebellion- though I'm surprised it's lasted this long."
"I'll say." You hadn't been able to do anything of the sort. Your parents were strict to whip you into the shape, not allowing any form of rebellion, though you have your tiny ways. You learned to appreciate the little things. So when you looked at the Senator's son, in all his indie-rock glory, you couldn't help but admire him.
"I'll see you in a bit, Mother. I do believe I have to acquaint myself," you say, sliding away with ease.
"Y/N!"
You're long gone, though, the lecture Jungkook was surely hearing now over as his mother stomps away, shaking her head. You combed your fingers through your hair, hoping you looked good. You wore a tight red dress, though it wasn't too revealing, as well as a matching set of diamond earrings. Don't even mention the carats on your necklace.
"Hey," you say, giving the coy smile you had mastered so long ago. "Jungkook, right?"
"That's me," he says, taking your hand to bring it up to his lips, winking at you. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
"Meeting?" You feign slight offense. "Don't you remember me? Y/N. We grew up together as toddlers." Before he has time to take it seriously, you let your expressions melt back into a smile. "Though I wouldn't worry too much about it- it was long ago."
"I don't think I'll be forgetting you again any time soon," he says, a smirk on his lips.
You giggle at that. "So what brings you here? Doesn't seem to be your kind of scene."
He shrugged. "My dad's the senator, as I'm sure you already know. He figured I'd be able to bring in a few dollars with promoting to our 'friends', along with getting me on the 'right track'. AKA his track. Y'know, politics and that sort of stuff."
"I get that," you nod. "My parents have been pushing me most of tonight to find myself some new boyfriend here."
"And why haven't you? I'd figure a gorgeous girl such as yourself would have no problem."
"The problem isn't with me, mind you," you say, sighing. "Let's just say that most of these guys aren't exactly my-" You nod to the suitor who had been eyeing you the entire time, though he now glares at Jungkook. "-type."
"They aren't my type either," Jungkook jokes, waving in acknowledgment to the man. He leans in close to whisper in your ear, and you can't help but feel your knees go weak at his scent. Was that cologne or did he naturally smell good? "What exactly is your type then, hm?"
"I'm talking to him."
He smiles at that. "Good move, princess."
"Who do you think you're calling princess?"
"Oh? What would you like to be called, then?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? You already have too much power over me. That would just be my one-way ticket to doom." You let your fingers twirl around a lock of his hair, admiring how soft it was. "My name will do for now."
"Fair enough," he chuckles. "Do you want to get some fresh air on the balcony? It's just that wonderbread over there seems like he wants to pick a fight, and I'd rather not get blood on that white shirt of his."
"Is that why you're wearing black? So the blood won't show up?"
"You're wearing red- it'll do just as well."
"Touché. No fighting tonight, though. Wonderbread can't even handle a nosebleed."
"Lead the way then, Y/N."
You're happy to do so but already find yourself cringing as Wonderbread catches up with you before you can leave. "Hey! Y/N! Where are you going off to? The party's just started"
"Jungkook and I are just going to get some fresh air," you assure him, trying to smother the rising feelings of annoyance as well as the urge to groan.
"Jungkook, huh?" Wonderbread looks him up and down, eyes squinted, glaring at his appearance. "The senator's son?"
"That's me," Jungkook says in response.
"You don't look like the type," Wonderbread mutters.
"You mean boring?" Jungkook snorts, giving his own dirty glance up and down Wonderbread's form.
"What are you insinuating?" Wonderbread's face was already getting red. It was always so easy to offend these sorts of guys. They could dish it, but not take it.
"I mean black is slimming. You should dress in a way that flatters you, y'know?" Jungkook plasters on a fake smile that could rival your own. He reaches for Wonderbread's tie, toying with it between his fingers for a few moments. "But judging from your choice of baby blue, I don't think you do."
"Why I oughta-"
"I think now's a good time to get that fresh air!" you say, pushing Jungkook off in the direction of the balcony. "Right, Jungkook?"
He simply shrugs, taking the hint before stalking off in that direction. You're about to follow him when Wonderbread yanks on your arm, a scowl on his face. "I thought you had better taste, Y/N. That you were smart."
"Let go of me, please."
His grip tightens. "Didn't your parents tell you to stay away from guys like that? He'll just get you into trouble- they always do. What with their piercings and tattoos and drugs- stay away from that. He had a choice and could've been like that, but it's clear he wants to be a rebel and get himself in jail."
"I said let go of me." You try to pull your arm back, but he stays firm.
"Why don't you just listen to me and stop for a second. Guys like that will just hurt you. They hurt everyone around them, including themselves. They're scum-"
"I said-"
"Don't be an idiot and stick with your own kind."
"If you don't let go of me right now, I'll scream. I don't care," you grit.
Wonderbread scowls again, muttering to himself as he finally lets go of you. You rub your sore arm, glaring at him. He simply scoffs. "You'll be the laughing stock when you go crying back to your parents."
"Have you ever considered I don't want to be like you people? Like us? Look around, Wonderbread. None of us are happy. You clearly aren't because you can't get laid, at least not by 'your own kind'. I haven't done anything with Jungkook, I just met him tonight and we're getting air, and even if I did, it'd be none of your business. So stop staring at my rack like you have been for the past hour and get a life."
You turn on your heel, marching over to the balcony, leaving Wonderbread far behind you. Jungkook's waiting for you, leaning on the railing.
"Are you ok? I saw some of that back there. I wanted to help, but I didn't want to go all 'Alpha Douchebag' like other guys. Besides you seemed to be able to handle yourself at the end."
You huff, brushing your hands through your hair. "I'm able to defend myself once in a while. I'm not some damsel in distress."
"Never said you were, princess. And trust me when I say I'm no white knight."
"That's why I'm here with you instead of Wonderbread."
"No one with a personality spicier than flour would want to stick around with Wonderbread," he responds.
"You've got a point," you huff. "Guys like him are hard to shake off."
"It's not hard to see why. You're gorgeous and rich, double whammy," Jungkook winks.
You groan. "God, not you too. Besides, you're one to talk. You waltz in here, dressing like sin, son of the senator no less, and you don't expect girls to fawn over you?"
"Who said I didn't expect it?"
"Plus, it's different for guys and girls. In this sort of society guys just want a trophy wife. The girls want a trophy too, though. The hottest guy, the richest guy- a provider," you state. "The gender roles of the high class still stay in the 50s, I'm afraid."
"So you followed me out here because you see me as a provider, huh?"
"Did you invite me out because you saw me as a trophy?"
"No." He shakes his head, his locks bouncing as he did so. It was strangely attractive.
"Well if I just wanted a provider I'd stick with Wonderbread. He'd be more than willing to 'provide' for me."
"The only thing softies like that can't provide is an orgasm," he bluntly says.
You burst out laughing at that. "Oh my god, don't-"
"I'm just saying," he chuckles. "Besides, it's not all that bad. So you're hot and rich- boohoo. First world problems, am I right?"
"I know, I know, I'm privileged but- God, it's annoying."
"It's just a few guys who want to marry you- what's the big deal?"
"What's the big deal?" You hold out your hand, tallying off the reasons. "My parents are pressuring me to marry young, wanting to trust their wealth to a man they don't even know rather than the daughter they raised. I'm constantly sexually harassed, and most of the time when I reject the guy he either doesn't take the hint or just says I was fat or ugly to ease his bruising ego. Everything I do is perceived as a ploy to get a man, and the other chicks go as far as to slut-shame me or say I think I'm better than everyone else because I'm some SJW who doesn't want to get boob surgery to please a man, despite the fact he'll probably be sleeping with an 18-year-old when we're 50 and hating ourselves."
"If it helps, I think your tits are great as they are."
"Did you listen to anything I said?"
"Of course I did, baby. But you have to keep in mind when a guy hears the words 'boob surgery' he tends to tune in more," he jokes. "But yes, I get your struggles. I grew up in the same environment, for the most part."
"Why aren't you out here trying to win a trophy, anyway?"
"Didn't you hear? I was sent off to boarding school. It's good to see an outside world that doesn't cater to your every need," he shrugs. "You know, a world where women are more than trophies and guys are more than the thickness of their wallets."
"Instead the thickness of their cocks?"
He winks. "Now you're thinking like me."
"So you got outside perspective and chose to follow that instead of a life that would've provided you with everything?"
"What can I say? I've got passion for things outside of elections and sexism."
"Let me guess- you're in a rock band, ride a motorcycle, and play guitar," you roll your eyes. "Color me impressed."
There's a moment of silence, and you turn to him, finding him bashfully stunned. "No shit! You're actually all of those things?"
"I'll have you know I own a guitar shop along with the band. Have to pay the bills somehow."
"Oh my god- you're like every teen girl's wet dream! The living embodiment of a Harry Styles fanfiction but without the toxicity!" You guffaw. "I can't believe this. I should've known. Leather jackets, long hair, tattoos- fuck!"
"Yeah yeah, you've made your point, princess."
"I mean, I thought I was a bit of a parent's worse nightmare when it came to youthful rebellion but you're the icing on the cake," you continue. "Fuck, you'd piss my parents off."
"Getting turned on by the thought of it, little girl?" he teases, trying to get you to back down, quirking a brow at your amusement.
"You know it," you flirt back, tugging at his belt, fueled further. "I love nothing more than showing them I'm more grown-up than they realize."
"Oh?" He starts to take you seriously, gulping. "I would've figured a Daddy's girl like you would've loved pleasing her parents."
"I guess you could say I'm a different kind of Daddy's girl," you wink. You laugh at his serious expression, knowing your little joke was in full effect. "Calm down, Jeon. I'm not going to fuck you on the balcony- despite how my type you are."
"I'm your type?"
"Haven't I made it obvious?" you snicker. "I told you I loved nothing more than to piss my parents off- and you're the embodiment of that. I could see my dad's face going red already! I mean, motorcycles, rock band, tattoos, leather, guitars- already my type, but it's the cherry on top."
"You're weird about that, huh? I knew some girls were into this whole look, but I wouldn't have figured it was for the same reason as you."
"All girls who are attracted to guys like you are attracted for the same reasons," you muse. "Daddy issues."
"Makes sense," he hums. "But I'm not all that dreamy, princess."
"Oh? Explain."
"I drink."
"Vodka I hope."
"I also smoke. Weed."
"Better than vaping like the 'cool kids'."
"I'm broke."
That's the one that takes you by surprise. "How's that? You're the senator's son."
He shrugs. "My parents cut me off after I came back from boarding school and told them I wanted to join a rock band and make a guitar shop. They hate my look as much as your parents would- though they brought me here in hopes that those my age could rub off on me in time for the election. I make enough to live in my apartment and provide for myself, but I don't think I'd be able to be the same kind of 'provider' as Wonderbread over there."
"Well, what do you think I'd use Daddy's card for?" you say. "It has been gathering dust..."
"God, you're serious about this," he laughs. "I'm on a fast track of getting a rich girlfriend and I didn't even have to lift a finger. I'll have to start calling off my other girls soon enough."
"Not quite," you say, pressing your finger against his lips. "There's one thing that'll prevent me from dating a guy like you- no matter how appealing you may seem."
His brows furrow in a state of confusion. "And what's that, princess?"
"There's one thing that's very consistent about men like you- what, with your 'bad boy with a heart of gold' persona," you say, tilting his chin up a bit. "Heart breakers. All of you. In all of the stories, fiction or reality, it ends the same. A broken heart one way or another, even temporarily. I'm guessing with you it'd be those other girls you mentioned. If not that, arguments because of how different we are. Or perhaps it'd be my parents saying enough's enough and taking me away or something- I don't know. It's the only thing that my parents and Wonderbread get right, though."
"So what does that boil down to?"
"It boils down to the fact that I wouldn't fall for someone like you."
"Charming?"
"Sleazy."
"Handsome?"
"Generic."
"Dangerous?"
"Extremely."
Jungkook chuckles at that. "I don't think you'd be able to choose whether or not you fall for someone, princess. I've been told I'm quite irresistible."
"I'm sure you are- but I made my choice the moment you stepped through those double doors," you smile, tapping his nose. "I'm not going to be another broken heart. That I guarantee."
"Oh, you read too much fanfiction. What Harry Styles fanfiction gave you this mindset? The Bad Boy's Rich Girl?" He laughs. "I see it now. I assure you, baby, I'm a lover, not a fighter."
"I can handle fighting. I was raised in it. A lover like you isn't what I need."
"Are you sure? I'm confident in my loving abilities."
"Ha," you flatly say. "Sure you are. Choke me, baby."
"Give me the safe word first, baby."
You roll your eyes. "You're no good for me."
"Poison."
"You'd break my heart."
"Like so many others'."
"You'll call me?"
"At 2 AM."
"God, you're sleazy."
"You love it, baby."
"Shut up and put your number in my phone so I can wait two days to text back."
-
You and Jungkook had been texting non-stop since the senator's party. Surprisingly enough, between the banter and flirting, he was a very genuine person. He was caring and sent the same memes, though you were considering unfollowing meme accounts so that you'd be pleasantly surprised. Damn him for having the same sense of humor as you.
You were in the middle of spamming the skull emoji when your mother called for you. You rolled your eyes, huffing as you put down your phone, checking your appearance once more in the mirror. Your parents told you to get dolled up for the evening, and you could only hope they were taking you to see the musical that was in town.
Once you glided down the stairs, however, you were supremely disappointed.
"Y/N," your mother beamed, "this is Jin. He's a doctor, and he's involved in-"
"Non-invasive surgery," Jin interrupted, already pissing you off. "Pleasure to meet you- your parents told me all about you."
"Pleasure's all mine," you say through gritted teeth, already absolutely pissed. You turn towards your mother. "May I talk to you for a moment?"
"Of course, sweetheart." You see her internally roll her eyes as she escorts you to the kitchen, where you immediately turn on your heel.
"This is the fifth boy you've brought home for me to date! How many more do you need to bring for you to realize I'm not interested in them?"
"Sweetheart, you have to understand-"
"Understand what? No means no. I don't like any of them. The fact you won't stop pressuring me into dating strangers isn't helping, either."
"We just want to see you settled down with a proper gentleman-"
"Settled down!? I'm in my young 20s! I'm nowhere near menopause, for your information. I've got my whole life ahead of me before I even have to think about marriage."
"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady," she fumes. "What, would you rather we bring... bring a Jeon Jungkook?!"
"Is that what this is about?"
"We know you've become affiliated with him, yes. We're trying to get you on the right path."
"To hell with that noise!" you burst. "Jungkook is no less- no, more of a man than those dweebs that walk in! You want to know why? Because he's honest! I know these guys better than you. They might act all nice and charming to you guys, but that's just because they're after your money. You can't seem to see that, however, because it's not your tits they're staring at! It's not you who's the trophy. It's not you who is sexually harassed and seen as a prize to be won!"
"Young lady, I won't stand for such behavior!"
"I'm a grown adult, and I'll date bastards like Jeon Jungkook if I so please," you huff, turning away. "Tell Jin it was so nice to meet him, but unfortunately another 'proper gentleman' is keeping me occupied."
You stomp away before she can grab you and force you on your date, and by the time you're in a secluded area, you burst into tears. You simply wish your parents could see you as an adult who is capable of making her own decisions. That you're allowed to live your life and you're different from them and that's ok. They couldn't seem to get it through their thick heads, however.
You were sick of it. Absolutely sick of it. Over 20 years of this bullshit, and now it was worse, what with them pressuring you to jump into marriage with someone 'respectable'.
There had to be some way to get back at them. To get it through to them. To get back at them for their bullshit or get them to see you're not some naive 16-year-old or something.
With a shaky hand, you pick up your phone, dialing the number to call your friend.
"Jungkook? Yeah... yeah, I've been crying. Can you, uh, do you think you could do me a massive favor?"
-
Jungkook had to admit, it came as a surprise when you asked to move in with him.
It really didn't register with him, however, until you pulled up in front of his building in your luxury convertible, boxes filling up every inch of space.
He had no problem with you becoming his roommate- after all, you promised you wouldn't bother interfering with his bachelor lifestyle. In fact, he was quite amused.
Fake dating. Your deep-rooted frustration for your parents was quite apparent, but he didn't think it'd go this far. You'd live with him for a while under the guise of boyfriend/girlfriend, at least to your parents. He didn't quite understand the revenge scheme or how it worked, but he understood enough. Between your choked up sobs, you had explained the plethora of men your parents have brought to your house under the guise of a date when in reality they were trying to pressure her into marriage.
Even if that hadn't been happening, Jungkook would've let you come in. You two were friends. You had insisted that you would pay your half of the rent and wouldn't become his actual girlfriend, and admittedly, Jungkook liked the thought of a roommate.
"What happens if your parents cut you off?" Jungkook had questioned you, knowing how rough it had been for him when it happened.
"Unbeknownst to my parents, I have a job," you explained.
"What? You said you just used your father's credit card when we first met!"
"I barely knew you! Now that I know you're not some creep I can tell you. If you must know, I'm the assistant to some chief executive for a fashion company."
"The Devil Wears Chanel?"
"It's The Devil Wears Prada, but close enough."
Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit worried for you, especially now that he saw you again. You lifted your designer sunglasses to reveal tired, worn eyes, a look only achieved through crying. He greeted you with a smile, however, hugging you once you stepped out of your car.
"How you holding up, princess?" he questioned, giving you a warm embrace.
"God, better now, thank you." You melted into his hug. "Thank you for doing this. It means a lot."
"Hey, I promised to piss off your parents, didn't I? I'm a man of my word," he chuckled. He stepped back, combing over your hair affectionately. "Now, here's the deal, oh precious fake girlfriend of mine. As roommates, we've got a few rules. Rule number one: No fucking after 3 AM. Despite my many escapades, I have a bedtime. Rule number two: when one person cooks, the other washes the dishes. Simple. Rule number three: Be honest. We're living together, so we've got to be honest. Lying, secrets- none of that. You've got something on your mind, you say it. We'll yell at each other for a few minutes and settle it. Sound good?"
You nod. "Sounds like a plan."
"Alright. And the fake dating rules, baby?"
"Nothing much. Drive with me once or twice to visit my parents, to show we're 'serious'. We can go into details about our story if need be. Keep up the act around rich brats."
"Sounds good," he chuckles. "Already turning into a Wattpad fanfiction, isn't it?"
You smile weakly, a light giggle escaping your lips. "Oh god, it really is, isn't it?"
"Hey, there's a reason they're popular. We've just got to do it better." He looks back towards your car filled with boxes. "Here, let me help you with your things, Your Highness."
"Why thank you, my humble servant," you say, getting a box yourself. "I sure do love a big strong man!"
"If only I weren't a peasant boy who worked at the stables."
"Indeed. You're filthy- I shouldn't even let you touch my valuables," you snicker, "but I suppose you'll have to do."
"You're right about the filthy part," Jungkook winks.
-
Being roommates with Jungkook wasn't what you expected.
Your work was getting more hectic, so you were arriving later than usual. It absolutely exhausted you, and you'd be stumbling in, kicking your heels off at the front door only to collapse into Jungkook's arms, who would wait for you. Every. Single. Night.
You had told him that he didn't have to wait for you. His work ended at 6, and even the nights when he'd play with his band wouldn't go too late, as they play until midnight for their usual gigs.
Still, he had insisted. Something about not wanting you to feel alone. You'd never tell him how much you appreciated it. Instead of the vast, empty mansion, you lived in, where the only thing that would embrace you was dust, you lived in a small, messy apartment and collapsed into a pair of warm arms.
On the few days you were off you were able to properly spend time with your roommate. Every other Friday would be movie night, where one of you would pick the movie for the two of you to watch, all because you believed the other was "tasteless". Nevertheless, it was time you truly enjoyed, and you were genuinely disappointed whenever you had to miss it because of your job.
Living with him was domestic in a good way. It was a friendly face to come home to every day, a warm hug to embrace you whenever you kicked off your heels. It was burnt bacon on some mornings and lazy Sunday clothing to borrow whenever you felt like it.
Sure, it wasn't always the greatest. Often times you guys would bicker over some basic chores and neatness. Jungkook left his clothes everywhere in the living room, and you'd leave all your heels in a heap in front of the door. However, you thought it'd be worse.
You were suspecting people over every other night, all as tatted and pierced as he was. Weekly bong parties where they'd try to hotbox the apartment, maybe. Women draping themselves over him every other morning, wanting to stay for the day, glaring at you because they saw you as a threat.
There was some of that, but not really. Jungkook, when it came down to it, was just another ordinary guy. Human. He'd have some of his bandmates and friends come over once in a while, and they were just as handsome and tatted as he was. They were polite and friendly, though, and didn't even leave much of a mess behind. Jungkook would get weed for the two of you to smoke once in a while. As for the women? Well, there was only one woman you had encountered.
It was a Friday night and you were able to come home at the usual hour, kicking your heels off and letting out the high ponytail you had in your hair. You massaged your scalp, making eye contact with Jungkook from his position on the couch. You strut over, plopping yourself down by his side and positioning yourself where you can lay your head in his lap.
"How was your day at work, princess?"
"Exhausting," you groaned. You'd never admit it to Jungkook, but you had warmed up to the nickname as of late. It made you feel warm inside. Special. You weren't a princess. You were his princess.
His fingers start running through your hair, giving you a gentle massage as he hums in understanding. "Want to talk about it?"
"Just the same old shit, honestly. You'd figure I'd be used to it by now."
"You'd figure," he chuckles. "Well, I'm glad you're working hard. It might be difficult, and the boss may be a bitch, and the pay lower than it should be..."
"But?"
He smiles. "But... if it makes you happy, then I'll support you."
"God, I think you're halfway to fixing my daddy issues already," you grin. You look up at him, noticing his long hair was styled, and a leather jacket adorning him. Typically when he was in the apartment he'd simply lounge around with uncombed curls and glasses, one of his baggy white shirts revealing the tatted sleeves you loved. "Hey, what're you all dressed up for?"
"Oh? This? I've got a date tonight," he shrugs, eyes back up on the TV.
"Oh," was all you could manage to say. He had said it so bluntly like it wasn't a big deal. Well, it wasn't. He was your roommate. Why should you care whether or not he's got a date? It's not like you had feelings for him or anything. That would be ridiculous. It would only complicate things.
Jungkook was your friend. He let you move in with him and comforted you in your time of need. Sure, you guys flirted a lot, and there was a lot of physical affection, from combing through each other's hair, cuddling on the couch during movie night, or tight hugs on especially rough days. But none of those meant that he liked you. Maybe you just kept thinking back to the air of mutual attraction, the first night you met. Maybe you had lulled yourself in a false sense of comfort, thinking of him as a boyfriend.
But he wasn't. You guys didn't kiss. You guys didn't have sex. You guys didn't even say anything about liking one another. For all you knew, he saw you as a sister at this point. The two of you knew each other like the back of your hand at this point.
Besides, the worst thing you could do was fall for your roommate.
Not an option.
Still, there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that made you squirm in discomfort. You felt... unsettled, by the thought of Jungkook with another girl.
Was she pretty? Was she like you? Or was she more like him? Was she covered in tattoos and a cute septum piercing to go along with it? Did she have brightly colored hair and like punk rock? Yeah, you could picture Jungkook with a girl like that. They'd make an aesthetically pleasing couple.
"So, tell me about her," you say, realizing the two of you had been silent since you got lost in thought.
He shrugged again. "Not much to say. She's nice. She's been visiting my shop a lot recently. She's got some old guitar that she refuses to let go of, so she visits me for repairs. She visits so often I started to think she was breaking it on purpose. Eventually, she asked for my number and... well, now I've got a date."
"Cool," you nod. "What time do you have to leave?"
"I'll probably leave to pick her up in about 15 minutes," Jungkook says, looking down at his phone. "Actually... I think I have to leave now. I lost track of time."
You raise your head to let him up, and he checks himself once more in the reflection of the microwave in the kitchen. You chuckle, walking up to him and straightening out his clothes, fixing his hair a bit.
"There we go, now you look... maybe presentable," you smile.
He laughs a bit at that, ruffling your hair. "I promise we can have movie night tomorrow. If not, you can pick. We can even watch that god awful Fifty Shades movie you've been bugging me to watch."
"It's for the irony! We'll be watching it to make fun of it!" you exclaim, part of your usual banter about the series.
"Uh-huh. Just don't get horny based on that garbage, or I'll have half the mind to kick you out," he jokes. He grabs the key to his motorcycle and grabs the extra hot pink helmet- the one the two of you had picked out together once you started riding with him. "Don't bother staying up for me, ok? You need your beauty sleep."
"Is that your way of saying I'm ugly?" you say, quirking a brow in a comical manner.
"Absolutely hideous," he grins, kissing the top of your forehead. "Sweet dreams, princess."
He shut the door behind him, and you felt your heart sink in your chest.
Maybe you did feel something for Jungkook.
-
She wasn't exactly what you were expecting.
To be fair though, there was no way for you to expect waking up to a nude woman in your kitchen.
Typically you would've ignored Jungkook's suggestion for you to go to sleep, instead opting to head to bed once he left. You had been completely wiped from the workday, and could barely keep your eyes open. Maybe your body simply had pity on you, choosing to put you in REM sleep before you had to hear the two of them having sex.
Maybe you thought Jungkook was the type to do it at the girl's place. Maybe you thought he was the type to kick the girl out as soon as the deed was done. However, he was neither.
You had woken up to go to the kitchen, prepared to make your morning cereal when you heard the sizzling of bacon on a pan. Ah, Jungkook must be making breakfast. No doubt he's burned it again by now- something about not liking the bacon to be too fatty. The two of you really knew it was because he couldn't cook anything other than ramen.
"Jungkook, are you- oh shit!"
Instead of your edgy roommate, you were greeted by a woman wearing nothing but an apron. Literally nothing. She had been turned away from you, and you had gotten a full view of her ass and sideboob through the apron.
Out of instinct, you cover your eyes, hearing her shriek.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know someone else lived here. You're not his girlfriend, are you? He told me he was single!"
"What? No, no! I'm his roommate, Y/N," you say, slowly peaking through your fingers. She was facing you now, and though she couldn't change at that moment, the apron covered up everything. You let out a sigh, lowering your hands.
"Oh, well nice to meet you, Y/N!" She smiled brightly, offering an awkward hand. "I didn't know Jungkook had a female roommate."
You shake her hand, quirking a brow. "You didn't see all the shoes by the door?"
"I was a bit... preoccupied, so to say," she chuckled awkwardly. "I'm Solji."
"Nice to meet you, um, Solji," you say. "You're Jungkook's date from last night, right?"
"Yeah." Solji tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, and at that moment you completely get it. She's pretty in that natural kind of way. The kind of pretty that looks gorgeous without makeup, but would probably look good either way. Anything she did could be done with grace.
Jungkook walks into the kitchen in only a t-shirt and briefs. "What was that scream about- oh."
"Hi, Jungkook." Solji's voice is breathy, as though even seeing Jungkook again made her dizzy. You knew that feeling all too well. "I-I'm sorry. You were asleep and I couldn't bear to wake you up, but I thought it'd be rude to leave, so I thought I'd make breakfast! And then your roommate..."
"Y/N," you help, noticing she had forgotten your name already.
"Y/N! Right, sorry." She smiles apologetically. "And then Y/N walked in..."
"We're good now though, I think we were both just startled," you say. You look between the two awkwardly, an air of silence hanging over the three of you. "I, um, need to... pee."
You exit the situation as quickly as you could, holing yourself up in your room for the majority of the day. It isn't until later that day, when you lounge in the kitchen, stuffing your face with pop tarts after doing your best to avoid social interaction that you see Jungkook.
"Hey, Kook," you say, wiping the crumbs off your face. You probably looked like a mess right now, from lounging in your sweats. You couldn't care less, though. You were starving, and Jungkook had seen you worse. "Where's Solji?"
"Hm? Oh, she left."
"She left? But she seemed so happy to be here."
"Well, then I guess a more blunt way to put it is that I kicked her out," Jungkook shrugged.
You're stunned by his clarification.
As though sensing your shock or judgment, Jungkook quickly changes the topic. "So, movie night tonight? Since we missed it last night? I can make the ramen."
"I... yeah. Let's do it."
He grinned. "Great! I'll get alcohol too, and we can take a shot every time they say some cringy dirty talk."
You rolled your eyes, unable to hold back the smile that tugged at your lips. "You really want to destroy my liver, don't you?"
The two of you didn't speak of Solji again.
-
You still hug on tightly to Jungkook's waist as he rolls up to your parents' mansion, clinging even after his motorcycle comes to a complete halt.
"You know, I'm pretty sure your waist is smaller than mine," you note, finally loosening your grip. You had seen Jungkook shirtless plenty of times- the man child had a tendency to prance around the apartment half-naked. Still, his abs were rock hard- and you felt so squishy in comparison.
"That's just because I work out, baby," he chuckles, taking off his helmet and giving his locks a dramatic swoosh of freedom. He grins boyishly at you, helping you take your helmet off as well. "It wouldn't kill you to get out of the apartment for something other than work, you know."
"Excuse you! I work out plenty in the confines of my room," you fume.
"Sure- like those little girl weights do anything," he jokes.
"Well, I oughta-"
"Miss Y/N."
The two of you look up at the front door, the butler looking at you with that usual scornful expression of his. He glowers at you and your fake boyfriend, giving a sneer. You'd figure after all these years the man would show a little warmth towards you- but then you remembered it was your parents who were paying him, not you.
"I do believe your parents are expecting you and your... boyfriend, miss," he says, eyes scanning over Jungkook with clear disdain.
Jungkook only grins in response, putting the helmets up and helping you hop off, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Lead the way, chump."
The butler scoffs at that, turning on his heel to follow Jungkook's orders as the younger man giggles. One of Jungkook's favorite hobbies, as it turns out, was pissing off rich people. Must be the socialist in him.
"Chump?" you question, raising a brow. "What century are you from?"
"Oh, don't say that. Besides, I highly doubt I would've been let in if I had called him a cuck."
"I'm surprised we even got this far."
Jungkook, determined to help you piss off your parents, had decided to wear a plain black t-shirt that revealed as many tattoos as possible, as well as chains and hoop earrings. His jeans were ripped, his sneakers were scuffed, and he was the most handsome man to walk the earth.
Your parents had insisted that you finally visit them. You had never been away from home for this long, and they had suspected you'd be on your knees groveling by the first week. Still, you held your own and seemed to be doing well for yourself. So naturally, they had to see the boy who agreed to take you in, who they were sure would break your heart by this point. Perhaps they'd beg for you back while they were at it.
They didn't do that, however, instead greeting you with a hug.
"Darling," your mother says, giving you that familiar tight embrace that left you unable to breathe. "We've missed you."
"Missed you too," you grunt. "How have you two been?"
"Fine, fine, the usual," she says. Her eyes glance over the two of you, and Jungkook quickly locks his hand with yours, fingers interlocked as he gives a tight squeeze of support. "And... you two?"
"Thriving," Jungkook interjects. "She really takes care of me. I don't know how I got along without her."
"I don't do much- he's the one who usually stays up to make sure I'm home safe, as well as help me with the dishes... Or at least tries." The two of you exchange a small smile at that.
"I see..." Your mother's mouth goes small, and at that moment you have a hard time reading her. Or maybe she was having a hard time reading you. Maybe she could sense something was off. That the two of you weren't real.
Your heart started racing in your chest, and you silently prayed to yourself that she wouldn't be able to see through your ruse.
Before you could overthink further, however, she smiled. "Lunch, then?"
Your father claps his hands in delight. "Dear, you'll be glad to know we have your favorite! We had the cooks make it especially for you."
The four of you walk to the dining room to eat, and Jungkook leans in. "Wait, what's your favorite?"
"It's literally just spaghetti."
-
Surprisingly, lunch went better than expected. Your parents asked you and Jungkook exactly how you two came to be, and you had your story under lock. Most of it was the truth- you had reunited at the Senator's party and gotten to know each other through becoming friends. Eventually, the two of you began to form feelings, dating a bit before you decided to leave your parents and move in with him. You explained a lot about the living arrangements between you two, aside from the fact you two were just roommates. You'd explain small things like movie night and how you'd leave your shoes by the door, or how he'd burn anything that wasn't ramen and how he'd wait for you to get home every night without fail.
Before you knew it the lunch was over and you had to leave. Jungkook was getting the motorcycle started, making sure everything was in order while you hung back to speak to your parents at the front door.
"So..." You trailed off, unable to start.
"So?" Your mother looked at you quizzically. "Dear, remember what I told you about finishing everything you start. That includes sentences."
You take a deep breath. "So you're not going to insist I move out of Jungkook's apartment?"
Your parents exchanged looks before turning back to you.
"That was our original plan, however," your father sighs, "it appears that this isn't a situation we can put in our own hands. We'll let you two stay together."
You furrow your brows, confused. "Wait, what? You're letting me stay with him?"
"Of course, darling. We know you may think of us as evil capitalists, or whatever the liberals try to convince you of-"
"Father."
"-but we aren't evil enough to stand in the way of love."
"...Love?"
"Yes, love," your mother sighs. "We were prepared to demand you move out the moment you got to the door, but you look at that boy the same way I look at your father, and the way he looks at me. I suppose you reminded me of how we were in the old days."
"Besides, you do seem very comfortable with the boy. More sure of yourself. Perhaps it is beneficial for you to be living away from your parents- after all, we won't be here forever," your father says.
"Don't say that," you say, frowning.
"It's true, dear. Not that we want it to happen any time soon, or to be morbid, but we're simply glad there's going to be someone to take care of you after we're gone." Your mother looks back to Jungkook, who is now looking at the three of you with curiosity. "He might not be the most dignified boy, despite the fact that he comes from such a prestigious family. However, he loves you, I can say that much. I don't think he'll break your heart any time soon."
"If he does though, I'll kill him," your father threatens.
"You won't be killing anyone," you assure him. "Jungkook treats me well."
"That's all we ask." Your mother gives you a kiss on the forehead. "Love like that can't be faked, my dear. Who are we to step in the way?"
You give the two of them a tight hug, tears springing in the corners of your eyes. You wipe them away quickly before looking back at Jungkook, who was still waiting for you patiently. "Well... I should get going."
"Remember we love you."
"Love you, too."
-
You put down the hot pink helmet, silent. You and Jungkook had just arrived back at the apartment, and neither of you had said a word about your parents.
"So..." Jungkook trails off. "What'd your parents say? Right before we left? It seemed pretty serious."
You were silent as Jungkook continued.
"Let me guess- 'You can't go out with that boy! He's a good for nothing, disgrace-'"
"They said they liked you- us." You cut his impression short. "They said love like ours couldn't be faked. They're letting me continue to live with you."
"...Oh." Jungkook clearly didn't know how to respond to that. He was stunned, a deer in the headlights.
The two of you are silent, awkwardness hanging between you two.
"Ridiculous, isn't it?" you say with a nervous chuckle.
Please say it isn't.
"Yeah, totally," Jungkook laughed along, his smile matching yours. "Must mean we did a good job of faking it, huh?"
I wasn't faking it.
"Maybe we should go into acting," you smiled. "Prepared to have me live with you forever?"
"Always, princess," he grins, ruffling your hair. "You know I can't have a moment go by without you by my side."
"If only my parents could've heard that."
"Yeah," he chuckled. "Love like that can't be faked- little do they know."
"Yeah." You wave it off with a laugh, putting an end to the awkward discussion.
Little do they know.
-
Tonight was the night you were finally going to see Jungkook's band, Obsidian Chaos, perform.
Sure, he had many other performances, but you were never able to make them because of work. Your boss, however, seemed to have an extreme case of the swine flu, and therefore was unable to perform her duties. Code: Day off.
So here you were, in a bar that would have any other girl of your social standing shriek in horror. Everyone here looked something like a freak show in a conservative's book, and the place reeked of weed and liquor. You were living for it.
You were singing along to one of the band's newest songs. You knew the words already, having listened to the songs on repeat using your Spotify Premium.
Jungkook looked good on stage- his skin shiny with sweat as he poured his heart out into the songs. He was really revving it up on the guitar, the bassist and drummer both keeping up in stride. They were truly something special, and you found yourself glad that they were a bit more underground. It made you feel like you could keep them to yourself.
It wasn't until they finished you were able to meet the bandmates.
You had never met them before, as they were always practicing in the drummer's garage. They didn't have much need to go to Jungkook's apartment.
They were similar to him, though, also dressed in dark clothing with piercings and tattoos. Equally as hot, in your opinion.
The drummer greets you. "So you're the girl our precious guitarist is going on about!" He picks you up and gives you a hug, twirling as he did so. "I'm the drummer, Jimin!"
"Hey, Jimin!" You didn't even mind how affectionate the guy was, as it didn't seem perverted in the slightest. Perverted hugs were something you had to get used to at a young age, sadly. You shuddered to think back to your father's friends who would give you tight, lingering hugs at 14, all in hopes to feel your developing breasts against their chests.
"Ignore him, he always acts like a puppy whenever there's a pretty girl," the bassist says, extending his hand for you to shake. You did. "I'm Yoongi, the bassist. If I had known Jungkook's roommate was so gorgeous, I would've smoked some of his weed a long time ago."
"I could've just brought it to you, dude," Jungkook says, rolling his eyes.
"I don't trust your shit, man."
"You guys were great up there," you compliment, grinning. "I seriously think Obsidian Chaos is my most played artist on Spotify. The name's pretty neat too- both pretentious and edgy."
"Well, thank you. Jungkook here wanted our name to be ReBex- but luckily seniority rules. We've got a new album coming up soon- Jungkook's gotten a lot of inspiration to write, as of late," Yoongi says. "I wouldn't have thought a girl like you would be into our music, though."
"What's that supposed to mean?" you say teasingly, feigning offense.
"You don't exactly fit in here, sweetheart. You stand out," he chuckles.
"How could she not, though? She's hot!" Jimin exclaims.
"So I'd blend in a bit more in something like this?" You yank Yoongi's beanie off, messing up your hair before sliding it on. You pose in it, wiggling your brows as though to get under Yoongi's skin. "I think I look better in this than you do."
"I agree," Jimin says, smiling.
Yoongi only smirks at that. "I agree too- but I think you'd look better in nothing at all, personally."
"Is that so?"
"Hey hey hey!" Jungkook jumps in before the sexual tension can jump further. "Rule number four! I'm adding this now- no fucking the members of Obsidian Chaos!"
"Wouldn't that include you too?" Jimin questions.
Jungkook thinks for a moment. "Revision! No fucking my bandmates."
You all laugh at that.
-
Jungkook wasn't sure what was keeping you so late.
Today you were supposed to be out clubbing with a few of your friends. You definitely deserved a night of fun, and seeing as you weren't lounging around a mansion anymore, your preppy friends hardly got to see you. Jungkook told you he thought it was a good idea for you to be dragged out, and despite the fact he wished he could've come with you- just to keep an eye on you, of course- he had to tend to the shop and write songs with Obsidian Chaos.
Still, this was a ridiculous hour. He had gotten used to staying up this late for you- your job was an abhorrent one, in his opinion. No one should have to stay at work for that long.
The only thing that was keeping him awake was the worry that wracked his brain. Even he didn't club this late- and he had been to quite a number of clubs.
His heavy lids stayed pried open as he wondered where you were. Were you all right? Was everything ok?
What if you were hurt?
What if you had gotten into an accident on the way there? Or the way back home?
What if some creep roofied you? What if your friends had left you at the club?
He shook his head, running his hands through his hair. No, he had to stay optimistic. You were a grown woman, you could care for yourself.
Right?
He began biting his nails as he read his messages to you, asking when you were coming home. It was a nervous habit he had picked up as a kid. He couldn't believe he was regressing back to these habits, yet, here he was.
He huffed, grabbing a jacket, on his way to the club, when suddenly he heard the rattle of the doorknob.
You burst through the door.
With someone else.
The stranger was all over you, his hands roaming up and down your skimpy dress. You awkwardly kicked the door shut, your eyes firmly shut and mouth pressed against his. You moaned when he pinned you against the door, your wrists trapped in his large hands as his mouth began to travel to the nape of your neck, leaving marks in his wake.
Jungkook was frozen, immobile as he watched you hook your leg around the stranger, drawing him closer, pressing his body impossibly closer to your own. The stranger let out a husky growl that had you shuddering beneath him.
There was something oddly familiar about the stranger, though Jungkook knew he had never seen him before in his life. Maybe it was the tattoos that peaked out from beneath the sleeves of his leather jacket. Maybe it was the combat boots or the multiple ear piercings, or even his shaggy hair.
Jungkook couldn't help but realize the man's alternative style was eerily familiar to his own.
It was at that moment you finally opened your eyes from the pure bliss, only to come face to face with Jungkook.
You gasped in surprise, quickly pushing against the stranger's shoulders to pry him off you. "Taehyung," you said in a serious tone, though you sounded breathless.
The man grunted, confused as to why you wanted to stop. He got off of you, turning around to lock eyes with Jungkook.
"Oh, sorry man, didn't see you there," Taehyung chuckled. "Was occupied, you know?"
Jungkook finally found the words to speak, though his mouth felt dry. It felt as though his tongue were too big. "I- yeah, no worries, dude. I'll leave you two to it."
"I- Jungkook," you said.
"Shit, is she your girl?" Taehyung questioned.
"No, my roommate," Jungkook answered. "I was just waiting for her to get home- make sure she's safe and all."
"So you wouldn't mind if we...?"
"Just, um, keep it down. I'll be heading to bed."
"Sweet, bro," Taehyung grinned, turning back to you, leaning in to give you a kiss.
Jungkook finally unfroze, quick to turn on his heel and retreat to his room. He could go to bed now, seeing that you were home safe and sound. He should have no problem falling asleep, what with the anxiety and worry no longer plaguing him.
Despite this, however, as well as the soundproof headphones he had on his ears, he wasn't able to get a wink of sleep.
It was probably apparent the following morning. He had bags under his eyes and kept looking as though he'd faceplant into his cereal.
"You look like shit this morning," you remarked, reaching over to tousle his hair.
Jungkook noted that your new boyfriend was nowhere to be found. You seemed well put together. Your hair was pulled up in a bun instead of the bed head he had been expecting, and you wore the same pajamas as always. Maybe it was the post-sex glow that made you seem so lively.
"Don't worry about me," he yawned, stirring his spoon around in the cereal. He usually loved Lucky Charms, but he found his appetite... absent. Addressing the elephant in the room, he sighs. "So, where's your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend?" You looked at him quizzically before a look of realization painted your features. "Oh! You mean Taehyung?"
"That's the fucker."
"I kicked him out once you went to bed," you shrug.
"Huh?"
"We... Well, we didn't do anything. I wasn't in the mood to have sex last night, I guess," you clarified.
"I... um..." Jungkook didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, so... sorry if you put on those bulky headphones of yours. Knowing you, you just played Waterparks at full blast in an attempt to block out noises that weren't being made," you chuckled nervously.
"You didn't have to kick him out on my account," Jungkook said, scratching the back of his neck. "It's still a bit before 3. It's not against the roommate agreement."
"No, no, don't worry. I wanted to," you said, offering a weak smile. "I was just... tired."
"You sure? I mean it- you don't have to stay abstinent on my account. I've brought someone home before. It'd be hypocritical of me being upset with you doing the same."
"I mean it, Jungkook, I wanted to. I just wasn't in the mood."
You seemed to be in the mood before, Jungkook thought. Had he not walked in, he had no doubt the two of you would've gotten more hot and heavy than earlier.
Jungkook felt guilty for ruining your potential hook up. "Alright, well, if that's what you wanted, my guy."
Your smile faltered a little. "No princess?"
Jungkook chuckled warmly at that, reaching forward to pull you in. "My bad, princess," he said properly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I was just relieved that you were here and safe. I won't lie when I say I wasn't worried- I was just about to head out to look for you."
"Thank you for staying up so late for me."
"Anything for my princess."
-
"I'm pretty sure your father would send a SWAT team on my ass if he found out I was letting his little girl do this," Jungkook laughed, watching as you coughed after taking a hit.
"Shut-" cough "-the fuck up, Jungkook."
The two of you were sitting on his couch, smoking weed. It was the first time you had ever smoked pot with Jungkook, as the moment you got home after a long day at work, you asked whether or not you two could smoke together. Well, demanded was a more accurate term. Jungkook didn't question it though, instead giving you that same, obnoxious, amused smirk.
"Is this your first time smoking weed, baby?"
"I haven't smoked since I was 16," you say, taking another hit, letting it settle deep into your lungs before coughing numerous times. "It was only twice with some guy who thought I'd blow him if I got high enough. My first time I didn't feel anything despite four hits. The second time I took 6, but his weed was so weak I didn't feel much. Man, was he pissed."
"A guy like Wonderbread, I'm guessing?"
You laugh. "Alas, even commoners feel privileged. I'll let you know though I didn't even touch his little cheesedick."
"You just used his pot and took advantage of him, huh?"
"Oh please! That's not it at all. Either I take advantage of him than the other way around. His intentions were totally sketchy, hoping I'd become inebriated enough to fulfill the lewd fantasies he had garnered. If he was willing to waste weed on a girl, he should've left it at that. I didn't owe him anything. No matter how much shit guys give, whether it's weed or Lamborghinis, you don't owe them anything. You don't owe them love, sex, or a relationship. It's their choice whether or not they want to buy your affections, but those feelings cannot be owed. Women are not in debt to men because they fool themselves into thinking that they deserve blowjobs because they're 'nice' or 'waste shit' on the woman."
Jungkook whistled. "I sense a lot of pent up anger today. I gotta say, I never expected you to demand my stash. Wait, no, I did. But I expected it sooner."
"My boss is a bitch," you mutter. "She's great at her job, and I admire her, but God, she's a cunt."
"What'd she do?"
"She's just-" You let out a frustrated groan, taking a deep inhale from the blunt before puffing it out. "She's so condescending and demanding. She expects me to be little miss perfect and thinks I'm lazy because I'm privileged. It's like no matter how hard I work and prove myself she still can't see me as anything other than a spoiled rich brat. Every tiny mistake I make confirms it, and every big accomplishment goes ignored."
"Are you unhappy enough to quit?"
You sigh, taking another hit. You could feel it setting in now. Your limbs felt lighter, but your head a little heavier. One thing was for sure- this shit was a lot stronger than what you had at 16. "No. I love my job, and I still respect and admire her. I may complain about it a lot, but I still love it."
"You complain about me a lot, though, princess," he laughed, nudging his thigh against yours. "Does that mean you love me?"
"Well, yeah."
Jungkook tenses up at that. "You do?"
If your head wasn't as cloudy as it was now, you wouldn't have opened your trap. You felt uncaring, however, speaking freely as you took another hit. "Yeah, I do. I love you. We've lived together for months, Jungkook. You're one of the people I'm closest to. You mean the world to me."
You lean your head against his shoulder, fluttering your lids as you shut them, concentrating on his breathing. The rise and fall of his shoulders lift your head along with them, and he lets out a chuckle. His fingers comb through your hair, doting. "I love you too."
You take a hit, playfully blowing some of the smoke in his face. "I'll always be your princess, right?"
He smiles again. "Didn't figure you as the affectionate stoner. Usually, you're acting like a brat, y'know."
"What can I say," you hum, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, planting a small kiss there. "Pot gets my panties wet."
Jungkook freezes underneath you, and you continue, sucking lightly on the skin to leave small pink and red marks, nipping a bit. You put your blunt in a nearby ashtray and find yourself climbing into his lap, his blown-out pupils locked with your own.
You wouldn't be doing this if you were sober. But right now you were releasing every pent up frustration you had- whether it was anger towards your boss or the sexual attraction you felt to Jungkook.
Jungkook's silent, only staring at you, waiting for your next move. You place your hands on his chest, feeling how quickly his heartbeat raced. You wondered for a moment if yours was doing the same.
And then you stopped thinking.
Your hands slid up from his chest and around his neck, tangling into his long locks as you close your eyes and kiss him. He kisses you back after a few seconds reaching behind you to put out his blunt before gripping onto your thighs, tugging you closer to his body.
You two were completely intertwined, wrapped around one another like ivy, a small, intimate moment that felt so grand in the scheme of things.
And then it stopped.
Jungkook pulled back, gripping your arms to push your chest a few inches from his, ending the kiss. "We can't."
"Why not?" You weren't angry, but rather curious. Your voice didn't even show a hint of confusion, instead instantly accepting it. Maybe it was the sober part of you that knew what you two were doing shouldn't be happening.
"I just... We're roommates."
"I don't remember not hooking up being one of the rules."
"It's an unwritten rule not to sleep with your roommate, I think," Jungkook says, his cheeks turning red. It was as though he were admitting he wanted to sleep with you.
"But you flirt with me all the time and act like you want to..."
"Fuck, I do, princess, I do." Jungkook brushed your hair out of your face, looking into your eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster. "But I don't want to be like that asshole you met at 16, or Wonderbread, or any other asshole you met. I don't want you to think I had ulterior motives or I'm trying to take advantage of you in this state. For all you know I'm exactly like the asshole before but with better shit."
"But you're not, Jungkook. You respect me, I know that."
"Just trust me on this, ok? Nothing changes between us." He presses a kiss against your forehead, as though to further confirm it. "I still love you, of course. You're my roommate, after all. It makes living together a lot easier. I just don't want you to wake up and see me as another douche who saw you as nothing more than a status symbol."
Your voice is quiet, like a child who's parents were disappointed in them. "Ok."
"You did nothing wrong, Y/N."
You nod your head. "Mhm."
Jungkook sighs, gripping onto you tightly before standing up, walking you to your room. "C'mon. Let's get you to bed, princess."
-
Usually, when something was up between you and Jungkook, you'd resolve it quickly.
You guys had been roommates for what felt like forever, now. Of course, you had issues. Of course, you've gotten into arguments. Typically you'd resolve it quickly.
After the encounters with Solji and Taehyung you guys talked about it immediately. Even the smaller things. One time Jungkook accused you of hating a new song he was working on, and you guys argued about it then and there. Another time he had been lazy and forgot to do the dishes, and you had been in a bad mood and lashed out over the small detail. Another time you were just looking to fight for the sake of fighting, and Jungkook called you out on it, resulting in, what do you know, more fighting.
This time, however, was different.
The two of you were barely talking, mainly speaking in grunts and noncommital nods of the head. Neither of you really even used the living room anymore, simply going into the kitchen to make food and eating in isolation in your rooms.
Jungkook still waited for you to get home, though. He wouldn't greet you, however.
You two still kept up with your dishes and cooking, sometimes leaving the food for the other on the countertop.
You started lining up your shoes instead of kicking them to the side, as though to be more mindful.
Both of you hated it, though.
A week without interacting with the person you lived with? Who treated you as a best friend? Agony.
Jungkook was the one who acted on it.
He knocked on your door before opening it. "We need to talk."
Clearly he had just gotten back from hanging out with his bandmates, what with the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and his locks looking particularly unruly. He hadn't even bothered taking off his leather jacket. You could only guess that he marched directly from the front door to your room. It was such a stark contrast from you, who was only wearing pajama shorts and a tank top.
"Why?" You felt shame and embarrassment, your cheeks burning red. Every time you looked at him you could only think of when he pushed you away. When you had made a fool of yourself and climbed all over him. When you made him uncomfortable and overstepped your boundaries. When you ruined everything.
"You know why." It was clear Jungkook was in a confrontational, no-nonsense mood now, having finally mustered up the courage to face this head-on. "We need to talk about that night."
"We were high-"
"No, it was more than that. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in this... this funk."
You could feel tears springing up in your eyes. "Yeah? So?"
"What do you mean so?"
"I mean so?" You let out an exasperated sigh, still unable to meet his eye. "Who cares?"
"I care!"
"I don't want to have this conversation."
"Well, I do." He kicked the door behind him, crossing his arms. "Why're you acting so weird?"
"What? I'm not the only one acting weird, you know. It's a two-way street," you seethe.
"I've been making attempts! I have," he insisted. "I tried talking to you just yesterday in the kitchen when you were washing dishes. You just ran away to hole yourself up in your room. We need to move past this."
"I'm sorry, ok!" You fume, crying out the words. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Sorry for avoiding me?"
"Yes- No-" You bury your face in your hands. "I'm just... I'm embarrassed, ok? You wouldn't understand."
"You're embarrassed because of that night? Because- what, it's me?" Jungkook tilted his head, as though wanting you to meet his eye. "Any other guy and you wouldn't be acting this way."
"Yes, partially because it's you. You said nothing would change between us but clearly it has," you sighed. "I fucked everything up, Jungkook."
"No, you didn't. I told you that you didn't do anything wrong."
"But I did! You respected me at least, and stopped it from going further because you knew that I wasn't in the right mindset or wasn't capable- I don't know, but the point is that you put in my feelings and thoughts for if I'd be sober and such, especially with that big monologue I had given. But..."
"But what? I don't get it. Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you didn't. I'm glad you respected me. But I didn't respect you." You wiped at your eyes, frustrated with yourself. "You were also smoking that night. Yet you thought of me and if I was in the right headspace to consent or think about things, but I didn't think about you. I of all people should've been able to realize that."
"Oh." Jungkook seemed stunned, as though that wasn't the answer he was expecting. "Y/N, it's ok. I've got a lot more resistance than you do, and I'm a lot bigger. I wasn't nearly as affected as you were."
"It still doesn't take away the embarrassment of climbing all over you. I feel stupid," you huffed.
"You're not stupid-" Jungkook stood in front of you and reached out, only to have his hand slapped away.
"Shut up," you hissed. "You're not the one who made a fool of themself."
"Don't lash out at me, princess. You didn't come off as stupid or anything else- you're just overthinking as always."
"As always?!" you mimic. "You're full of it, you know that? God, I hate you sometimes."
You try to push at his chest out of annoyance, but it grabs your hand, keeping it there. "Say that again, I dare you," he growled.
You gulped, able to feel the deep vibrations against the palm of your hand.
You were quiet, whimpering as he towered over you, with you still sitting on the bed and him standing before you. Your eyes lock with his, finally, his hard glare making you cave in on yourself, all of the rage dying within you, leaving something else in its wake. Sensing your submission and the shift in the air, Jungkook only lets out a dark chuckle, leaning in.
You lean back, falling onto the bed as he climbs over you, one leg between your own. You brace yourself, feeling your muscles get tight as he hovers over you, not touching you. You feel the anticipation build as his nose grazes the side of your neck, similarly to how you did that night. His scent overwhelmed you, despite the fact you should've gone nose blind to it after all this time. Still, his cologne and natural scent overpowered you, enveloping you completely.
"You know, I'm getting real tired of your attitude, little girl."
You stiffen at that, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Have you had any alcohol, or smoked anything, or taken anything that might affect your senses?"
"Huh? No?"
"Do you want me to touch you, princess?"
"I..."
"Be a big girl and tell me what you want, baby."
Baby. Princess. Little girl. All names he had called you before, but tonight they hit differently.
"Yes."
"Do you want me?"
"Jungkook..."
"I want to hear you say it, Y/N."
You took in a deep breath. "I want you, Jungkook."
He smirked at that. "That's a good girl."
Before you had time to process anything, he was positioning you where you were lying on your stomach beneath him, with his knees on either side of you as he straddled the backs of your thighs.
"Jungkook-"
He yanked down your shorts, exposing your panties before giving a sharp spank to your ass.
"You know, it's really unfair that I call you so many pet names and don't have a special one of my own," he says, his voice hot in your ear. "Don't you think so, princess?"
You shuddered beneath him. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Another spank.
You groaned at the sensation, burying your face into the mattress as you muttered the words.
He pulled your hair, lifting your head so you couldn't hide your face. "What was that? I don't think I heard you. What did I say about using your big girl words?" There was a rain of spanks with those last few words. You could feel your ass start to warm up now.
"Yes, Daddy," you said, biting on your lip from the pain of the slaps. The pure irony of the daddy kink being used, no doubt because of your daddy issues. Your revenge against your parents using Jungkook had finally come full circle.
Jungkook grinned, giving you two more slaps, this time as a reward. "Now was that so hard?"
You feel his fingers go down to the wet spot on your panties, now sticking to your folds, evident from your arousal. You shook your head, gripping the sheets. "No, Daddy."
"Mm, I think my princess liked her spanking," Jungkook hummed, twirling the pads of his digits around your clit, watching you squirm beneath him. "Did you like being put in your place for being such a brat?"
"Fffffucckkk." You couldn't think straight, your hips raising from the bed to buck at his hand, needing more friction.
"Such language, princess." He gives a quick swat to your pussy, watching you twitch and yelp in surprise. "I would've thought a little rich girl like you was taught to avoid such language."
Jungkook was generous as always, giving you what you needed as he continued to pet your folds and rub your clit. He seemed to know exactly how to touch you, drawing small circles as he admired how you squirmed and panted into the sheets. You'd wiggle beneath him, your skin still red from his earlier ministrations.
"I-I'm gonna-" You bit into the sheets. You've never cum this fast with anyone before, and over such a small thing. Jungkook was just rubbing you over your panties and you were losing it. You'd never live this down.
"Oh? Gonna cum in your panties like the disgusting little girl you are?" Jungkook let out a dark, sinister chuckle, leaning down so his lips could be felt at the shell of your ear. "Go ahead and cum, dirty girl."
You felt yourself come undone, thighs shaking as you moaned into the sheets, knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping them. Jungkook rubbed you through it, letting you see the orgasm until its end.
You panted as he flipped you onto your back, petting your hair as you came down from your high. He pressed his hand against your cheek, letting you feel the cool metal of his rings against your hot skin. "How're you doing, baby?"
"I-I'm good," you murmur, eyes drooping and fluttering. "Thank you, Daddy." You turn your head to the side, capturing his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it lightly as you twirled your thumb around it, tasting the metal against your buds.
"Fuck," Jungkook groaned. "You're gonna be the death of me."
Slipping his hand away, he pulls your clothes off, one by one, until you were completely bare beneath him. Your panties are the last to go.
"I think you've ruined these," he chuckles, pulling on the waistband of your underwear to let it snap back against you. "Now it's your turn."
You don't bother covering up, comfortable with him and in your own body. Jungkook grins, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest as he descends further down.
He spreads your legs, arriving at his destination. You let your fingers gravitate to his silky hair, tugging to bring him closer to your goal. He chuckles at the action, answering your request as he lets his mouth finally meet your folds, laving his tongue over the area to help you relax.
You gasp at the feeling, arching as he gets quick to work spreading you open with two fingers so he could have easier access to the area. Your thighs twitch as his tongue finally brushes against your clit, and upon noticing how sensitive you still were, he runs his tongue over it, again and again, a smile evident as you let your thighs tense with every movement.
It wasn't until his lips finally suctioned around it that you felt his finger slip into your entrance as well. It was easy, no friction necessary from your copious arousal, and the feeling overwhelmed you. He crooked his finger up as he pumped into you, finding the bundle of nerves with ease as you found it harder and harder to contain your moans. Before long he had to insert another finger, scissoring the digits to stretch you out.
"So fucking tight," he panted, breathless as he continued to place sloppy kisses against you, rubbing your g-spot in an effort to see you squirm. "Gotta stretch you out to take me. You're so small, I'll probably break you."
"I want you to break me," you reply immediately. "Please, please, please, Daddy!"
Jungkook let out a smirk at that. "Seems like that bitchy attitude is finally replaced with manners. Since you asked so nicely..."
His mouth returns to your cunt, french kissing and sucking harshly on your clit has his hand hammers into you, rough and sloppy thrusts helping catapult you towards your high. Before long your eyes were rolling back, hips rising into the air as you feel your high overpower you, and you were cumming against Jungkook's tongue.
He eased his ministrations, slipping his fingers out despite your whine at being empty. He let his tongue run over your folds, soothing them before he came up for air, lips meeting yours with a sloppy kiss. You realized the two of you hadn't kissed at all since this whole ordeal, and you pulled him closer between your legs, pulling him closer as you let your tongues dance together.
He breaks away again, but keeps his forehead against yours, as though to assure you he doesn't intend on ending it just yet. "How're you holding up, baby?"
"Mm good," you hum, still high on bliss. You reached down to his crotch, palming it, pleased to feel the stiffness beneath the material of his pants. "Want Daddy's cock."
"How can I say no to that? You just can't get enough, can you? C'mon then, take me out so I can get inside that dirty cunt."
You do as you're told, finally able to get his cock free as you hook the waistband of both his pants and boxers around his thighs. As you do so he takes off his leather jacket, tossing it to the corner of the room.
He pumps himself, jerking off into his hand as you watch. He was about as big as you expected- then again you always fantasized about Jungkook having a big cock. One by one he was fulfilling all of your fantasies, and creating even more.
He pressed the head of his cock against your pussy, rubbing up and down the slit for lubrication. You ogled his size, wondering how much the stretch of his girth would burn. As though reading your mind, or just the expressions on your face, Jungkook stops. "Are you sure you want me in this messy cunt of yours, baby?" he questions. "We can wait. I can eat you out some more if you want."
"No, I need you inside me," you immediately respond.
He can't help but grin at that, cooing at you with a condescending, sickly sweet voice. "No please? So demanding. Spoiled little princess, used to getting what she wants." He pushes inside of you inch by inch, and you hiss at the stretch, loving the slight burn.
When he bottoms out inside of you your foreheads are pressed together, hot and sweaty, but oddly intimate. A single tear runs down your cheek, and he reaches up to wipe it away, cradling your cheek.
"Look at me, Y/N."
You do so, eyes locking with his. "I'm ok," you confirm before he can ask. You were able to read his expressions as easily as he could read yours. "Move, please."
He nods, doing so, starting a slow rhythmic pace as he pumps into you. You groan at the feeling. You couldn't remember the last time you had been intimate with someone, especially someone who fills you up so completely, unable to even avoid the sensitive parts within you.
Soon Jungkook was picking up the pace, the thrusts becoming harder and quicker, more precise as he lifted himself up onto his arms to look at you, admiring how your eyes would roll back every now and then. He reached between you two, spreading your lips apart with two fingers to properly look at how well you were taking him.
"Fuck, you're just sucking me in baby," he hissed, doing his best to compose himself. "This pussy was made for me, wasn't it? No one else."
You moaned at that, biting your lip. "D-Daddy..."
"That's right- Daddy. This pussy was made for Daddy, all for him," Jungkook went on, now beginning to rub your clit with your thumb, feeling you clenching down on him with his words."Remember that. Who am I again?"
"My Daddy."
"That's right. Yours. Who's the only person who can fuck you this way?"
"You. Fuck, Daddy, I'm gonna cum. Let me cum for you?"
"Good girl. And who are you going to cum for?"
"You Da-Daddy- ffffffuck-"
"That's right, cum for me. Give me one more, I know you can. Be a good little girl and cream on my cock. Get me as nice and messy as your dirty little cunt."
Your eyes rolled back as your third orgasm shook through you, more powerful than the first two. Droplets of cum sprayed out, getting all over both you and Jungkook. You moaned, shaking as Jungkook groaned in satisfaction.
"Fuck, you just squirted everywhere," Jungkook said, his thrusts getting sloppy. "You're so perfect."
"Cum in me, Daddy. Use me," you asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Use my body."
"Shit, shit, shit-" Jungkook grabbed your wrists, roughly pinning them to either side of you as he thrust into you like a mad man, using your body to jerk off before finally, he was erupting inside of you, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out inside of you. He panted, hands squeezing your little wrists like a vice. You were positive there would be bruises by the morning.
Soon he collapsed on top of you, sweaty and out of breath. He rolled over, chest heaving as he stared at you, grabbing you and tugging you close so he could bury his face in the juncture of your neck, acting as the big spoon as you two cuddled.
You slowly regained your breath, reaching back to comb through his hair.
"Just stay like this for a minute," he said, eyes closed and voice soft, a stark contrast to his dominating demeanor before. "Let me just hold you for a few minutes and then we can go take a bath, ok? I'll take care of you."
You let him do exactly that.
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The morning after didn't feel as awkward as you had expected, Instead of the uncomfortable air that had been left after the two of you made out, it was oddly comfortable. Not the kind of comfortable that was there before, with you two bickering and joking with each other, but rather a far more affectionate one.
The two of you had been waiting for months to be able to touch each other how you wanted, and now you had the opportunity. You weren't able to keep your hands off of Jungkook, and not even in a sexual way. You'd let your hands roam freely over his body, whether it was combing through his fluffy hair or feeling the broad expanse of his chest, and the hard muscles beneath his band tees.
Jungkook wasn't much better. You'd be doing as simple as making yourself a bowl of ramen and he'd press up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. It was like nothing was between you anymore, and it felt so right. Jungkook was your best friend, your roommate. The man you had lusted and pined after for what felt like forever. He just got you.
Or that's what you thought at least.
The two of you were watching a movie again, as always, but instead of the casual arm draped around your shoulders you two were completely intertwined, ignoring the movie as you two shared small, slow kisses. You let yourself melt in the moment, the taste of him addictive.
He gives you that look that you love, the one where his gaze is deceptively soft and solely focused on you.
"You know," he says between pecks, "I meant what I said before."
"Meant what?" you smile.
"That I love you." He pushes a lock of hair behind your ear, staring at you. "I think I've been in love with you since my father's little party."
You stiffened.
In love?
That was very different from the love you had interpreted.
You plaster on a fake smile, hoping he didn't notice how you had tensed up. "Is that so?"
"Mhm," he hums, pressing a small kiss on the tip of your nose. "Did you mean it when you said you loved me?"
"I did," you tell him, burying your face into his chest to avoid looking at him, focusing on the vibrations of his chest as he hummed with delight, wrapping his arms tighter around you as he pressed his lips against the top of your head.
That night you slept in his bed, his arm wrapped tightly around your middle. You didn't get a wink of sleep that night, and the moment he rolled over to his side, you knew what to do.
When Jungkook woke up, you were gone.
You had seemingly left no traces. Your bed was neatly made, your dresser drawers were empty. It was like you didn't exist.
Jungkook was absolutely distraught. He had the shop closed down for a bit, instead choosing to lay around in the apartment you once shared, playing the same few chords on his guitar.
He was angry. He was sad. He was pissed and frustrated and miserable and confused. He felt so stupid for fucking everything up. He wondered if what you said was a lie. Was everything between you a lie? It had to be. How else could you just cast him to the side like that? Like he meant nothing to you?
In the end, it seemed you truly were just using him. He should've known any affections you had for him were just some phase. You were just indirectly lashing out at your parents and using what you knew would piss them off. He knew that since the beginning, and still let himself get fooled.
That didn't stop him from sulking, however.
It wasn't until Yoongi barged into his apartment that Jungkook was forced to do something.
"What the hell man? You've been skipping out on practices- where have you been?" Yoongi looked around, seeing the apartment a mess. Jungkook didn't look much better, sitting upside down on his couch in sweats and greasy hair, strumming on his guitar. "Jesus Christ, dude. I got you were a mess from the lyrics you've been sending me, but this takes the cake."
"What do you want, Yoongs?"
"I want you to pick your ass up and get out of this funk! I've noticed you haven't been running your shop for a little bit, and it seems clear to me that you've just been sulking around. Where's that roommate of yours? I would've thought she'd tell you to get over whatever it is you're sobbing about and do something about it."
"I don't want to talk about her," Jungkook muttered, striking a chord that had many of the notes clashing.
Yoongi winced at the sound. "I always thought that you two weren't just roommates. She always looked at you how a puppy looks at their owner- and you weren't much better."
"Well, she's gone now," Jungkook said bitterly.
"What happened?"
"She didn't love me, simple as that."
Yoongi shook his head. "That's a lie, dude. That girl was crazy about you."
"Well, that's what happened. I told her I was in love with her and the next thing I know, I wake up and she's gone."
"Maybe it was something else," Yoongi shrugged. "Then again, you knew her better than me. But you can't let some girl keep you cooped up in your apartment. Sulking isn't going to bring her back. Obsidian Chaos is going to be releasing the next album in just a month- you need to have your shit together by then. Don't tell me that you want to quit the band."
"No," Jungkook sighed. "It's just... I miss her. And I feel confused and-"
"You feel about a million emotions, my man, I know. And none of them are exactly helping to motivate you," Yoongi finished. "Do you really want her to see you in this state, though, when she comes back? If she comes back?"
"No," he admitted.
"You can't expect her to come and save you. You've got to save yourself first. She was never responsible for your happiness- remember that. Pick yourself back up and who knows, maybe she'll be waiting for you."
Jungkook did pick himself back up after that. He took a shower and opened the shop, going day by day, and though he still felt heartache and longing for you, he was able to pull himself together a bit more with each passing moment.
Obsidian Chaos released their next album, Oblivion, shortly after. Jungkook wrote most of the lyrics, and every single one was about you. Maybe it was like a siren call, trying to call you back to him. Luckily for them one of the title tracks blew up on a few websites and apps, giving them a lot of coverage and publicity. Their popularity had blown up overnight, radios constantly playing the hit song, making it impossible to escape their sound.
It was a rainy day, about a week after the release of Oblivion when there was a knock at the door. Jungkook thought it was a bit too early for him to have stalkers, but he was precautious, looking through the peephole.
To his surprise, it was you. Your hair was soaking wet, your designer clothes sticking to your skin. Your makeup seemed to be running a little.
Jungkook immediately swung the door open, shocked. You were here. You were really here.
"Hi," you said, your voice meek and small. "Can I come in?"
Jungkook stepped aside to let you in, closing the door behind him. He was speechless. There were so many things he had wanted to say to you, weeks of planning some long monologue for nothing. It felt strange seeing you in his apartment, despite the fact you had been there countless times before and lived there yourself. You seemed foreign, out of place, even though it hadn't been that long.
"Congrats on your success, by the way," you said, filling the silence. "Oblivion seems to be a big hit."
"You heard it?"
"I stayed up all night waiting for the release. Besides, your song plays everywhere I go. People love it. I couldn't escape your voice even if I wanted to."
"The song was about you."
"Yeah... I know." You wiped your wet face, taking in a deep breath.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Jungkook finally asked.
Your breathing was shaky. "I came to apologize. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but... It was wrong for me to flake out like that, to leave without explanation."
"Why did you?"
You seemed unable to look him in the eye. "Every time a guy told me he loved me, that he was in love with me, it turned out to just be to use me. It was a way to get on my good side and use me for... Well, ulterior motives. When you said you loved me, I had spent so much time convincing myself that you didn't see me that way that I assumed you only meant platonically. Even if I wanted it to be in a romantic sense. When you confirmed, though, that you were in love with me, it just sparked so many memories of guys before. I was stupid. You've proven time and time again that you're honest and genuine, and that you respect me in a way those boys never could, but I couldn't handle it. I needed time away to figure my shit out. So I left and went to my parents', and I told them everything. The fake dating, the roommate situation, the job, that you were in love with me- all of it.
"My parents have been wrong about a lot of things. About what I should be, about what kind of guy would make a suitable husband, but they were right about one thing." Your eyes finally locked with his. "I was stupid to let you go, especially when I'm as head over heels over you as you are for me."
"So..." Jungkook didn't know what to say, overwhelmed with your speech. "What does this mean?"
"It means I love you too, Jungkook. I'm in love with you. I meant it when I said it back then, the same way you meant it. I took a taxi and ran over here as soon as I realized that. I've been in love with you for God knows how long, and I want to be with you, for real this time. That is... if you'll take me back."
Jungkook couldn't help but melt at that, smiling as he pulled you into a tight embrace, despite how your wet form began to dampen his clothes. "Always, princess."
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Turning Tables (2/8) - Joaquin Torres x Reader
Summary: Nothing riles up Y/N more than stubbornness, especially when those she cares about get hurt. Y/N checks up on Joaquin when he arrives back from a mission gone bad.
Author’s Note: Continuation of my series! Hopefully I’ll be able to complete this series. I’ve planned to write at least five chapters. Like, reblog and comment if you enjoyed it! Should we have a counter by the end of the series how many times Y/N calls Joaquin ‘Flyboy’. IDK I love that she calls him that and it’s a cute nickname
Warnings: FLUFF, slowburn
Pairing: Joaquin Torres x fem! reader
Word Count: 1.5K
You were relaxing at home when you got the text from Sam. Joaquin got injured on a mission in Switzerland, investigating the Flag Smashers. He had tried to arrest one of their members, or who he thought was the leader of the heist, when he was knocked down and unconscious by the incredibly strong individual.
You thanked Sam for letting you know and grabbed your keys to rush to the Airbase.
As soon as Joaquin’s plane arrived, you were there, walking up the airstrip to interrogate him.
“What happened to keeping me updated?”, you approached him with furrowed eyebrows.
“I was kinda preoccupied in the moment.”, gripping a bag over his shoulder.
You sighed, clicking your tongue and tilting your head.
“All you had to do was ask and I would have been there.”
He waved his hands, his bruised orbital causing him to squint slightly.
“It's just a broken orbital, Y/N. I’m fine, honestly.”
“You’re lucky all you got was a broken bone. I gave you my number so you could call me in for these types of missions.”, you shook your head.
“Look, it was just supposed to be recon, it happened to turn sideways.”
You left out a huff as your hands travelled to your hips. Your lips pursed but you made eye contact with Joaquin’s slouched posture and tired eyes. A patch of blue and purple bloomed under his eye along with a scatter of scratches and cuts.
You stepped closer, gripping his arm delicately,
“The last thing I-,we want is for you to get hurt when we could have stopped it. I’ve faced all sorts of threats in the past so nothing really fazes me anymore.”, you chuckled.
Joaquin let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head as you rubbed his arm.
“Also, Sam can be annoying sometimes so it’s refreshing to hear someone else’s voice.”, earning a slight chuckle from Joaquin as he gripped his injured side.
“What I’m saying is, you don’t have to do it alone.”
Joaquin relaxed his shoulders, feeling the work of the last couple days hit him.
“I know, it’s just - I’m still trying to get used to it, ya know? Having people there for me. It’s been quiet these five years.”
Here is where you had two differing experiences. Almost half the universe had been blipped out of existence.
For those that remained behind, they had to move on without their friends and loved ones.
For those that came back, they had to get on with what they lost - time and coming home to a place that was changed.
“I know that must’ve been really hard. I barely recognise half of the places I walk by. Everything is so different now…”, you trailed off.
Once you returned, your family was broken. Natasha and Tony had sacrificed themselves to bring everyone back, Steve had left them to return the stones in the past and Wanda…
Wanda left after Tony’s funeral. Vision was gone and so was Natasha - her grief was different from the rest.
You had all drifted apart after the Blip, trying to find your way to who you are now. After Steve left the shield with Sam, you’d always wondered what would happen next. Bucky was trying to adjust to the times, still recovering from his trauma. The US Government had mandated therapy for him with a weekly therapist but he didn’t seem to like her much at all. Y/N knew the therapy was good for him, but the therapist’s methods were questionable in her mind.
They were all changed by what happened, but they were trying to find normalcy. They came back into a world far different than before. They were different people from before it all happened.
“I didn’t call you because I thought it was nothing at the time. I’ve been tracking these guys online for months. They’re dangerous and I didn’t want to drag anyone else into it unless I was sure.”
Joaquin ducked his head down to play with your hand,
“I wouldn’t be able to deal with myself if something happened to you.”
You paused for a moment at his revelation, gripping his hand tightly in response.
“That’s different-”, you shook your head
“How? How is it different?”
“I’ve got powers to protect myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that I do.”, he shook his head.
You both paused, sighing in the silence before you decided to jump back in to break it...gently.
“I’ve had my fair share of broken bones but I gotta say, that looks painful.”, you pointed at his bruised cheek.
Joaquin rolled his eyes and chuckled, nudging your shoulder.
“Well some of us aren’t invulnerable. Also pretty sure the guy who knocked me out was enhanced.”
“No shit...and this is why we always?...listen to Y/N, yes!”
“Oh, c’mon! You’re gonna milk this for ages, aren’t you?”, Joaquin groaned.
“Yup.”
A smirk grew on your face at his grimace.
“Ok ok, how about we grab some food? My treat?”, he opened his arms in defeat.
You scoffed, slapping Joaquin’s bicep,
“Are you kissing up to me, Flyboy?”
He swatted your hands, a grin playing across his face as he chuckled,
“No… but would it get me back in your good graces?”
You pondered on it for a few seconds, nodding furiously at the proposition to dinner.
“Hmmm, I’ll have to consider it. I’m craving Italian food. Pizza?”
Joaquin nodded his head along as you both walked towards the front entrance where you had parked your car.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
You walked side by side, slowing to meet his pace. He had a slight limp as he favoured his left, being cautious about his sore side.
“You better not say you like pineapple.”, Joaquin jabbed.
You huffed, eyes widening in shock.
“And what is wrong with pineapple on pizza?!”
“Aside from the fact it’s disgusting! Fruit does not belong on a pizza.”, he scrunched his nose in disgust, laughing at your aghast expression.
“Tomatoes are a fruit!”, you pointed out.
“That doesn’t count!”
You nodded your head as you unlocked the car,
“I think it does.”
Grabbing his bag off his shoulder, you placed it in the backseat, opening the passenger side. Nodding your head to the side, you gently nudged Joaquin to sit, pushing the door closed behind him. Jogging over to the driver’s side, you got in and plugged in your seatbelt before reversing the car.
“Well since you’re paying, why don’t you decide this time, Flyboy?”, you glanced to the side as he relaxed in his seat.
“Alright but don’t come at me with those glowing hands if you don’t like it.”, he grinned.
You shook your head,
“Yes, because pizza toppings are the peak of my tolerance.”
Your eyes track back to the road in focus, the radio peaking through. Joaquin’s head leaned against the window on his hand as the rumble of the car lulled him to sleep. You got lost in your thoughts as you continued along the road.
“You should take better care of yourself, Flyboy. I don’t wanna come down here again and see you hurt.”
“I’m-I know that we haven’t known each other for that long. Heck, I only met you six months ago.”, you spoke softly.
“It’s been a tough adjustment since I got back. I haven’t really felt like myself at all - but then here you are and everything just…”, your rambling filling the quiet.
“It's better… I-”
You glance over at Joaquin but his eyes are closed shut, his head leaning against the window. He’s sound asleep, looking far more relaxed and peaceful than when you first saw him.
Your chest tightened as you scanned over the bruising scattered over his smooth, tan skin.
“Let someone take care of you for once.”
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Cool your back.
I have a very cute LawLu prompt
Where Law is still a pirate some how becomes (little doses he know)the Fiance of the Goda kingdom's Cat God of freedom named Luffy(much to the world nobles dismay) and all of the high jinx that come along with it. And Luffy keeps popping up whenever Law doesn't/needs him. Good thing he's cute.
Thank youuu! Glad to be back :D though still super slow I’m sorry
I might have taken some liberties there with Luffy but I hope you like it! :)
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A Divine ball of fluff
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Law startled awake at the sound of gunfire and cannons somewhere above his head. Stepping over the lamp on the floor, he only briefly wondered just how it had managed to fall from his nightstand before he forced himself to focus. He only grabbed Kikoku, then ran out of his room to join his crew on deck, ready to murder whoever had come to disturb his sorely needed nap.
“Hand over Luffy and I might just let you go alive, Trafalgar Law!”
With the angry shout being the first thing Law had heard upon opening the door leading to the Tang’s deck, Law could only groan. Not again. “I keep telling you, old man—” Law slammed the door shut behind himself maybe more aggressively than strictly necessary before quickly striding over to the side of the ship to glare at Vice Admiral Garp— “none of this was my choice! And your stupid grandson isn’t even here!”
“Uhm, about that, Captain…” Bepo trailed off, quiet and apologetic.
Law took in a sharp breath, closing his eyes momentarily and praying for patience. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.”
“Sorry,” Bepo mumbled, dropping his head as if it was somehow his fault their regular ‘guest’ had invited himself over without any warning again.
Shaking his head, Law slowly looked at Garp again. The old man was fuming and not for the first time, Law marveled at the stubbornness of this entire family. No matter how many times he said ‘no’ to either one of them, they just kept coming back like a bad rash. Sometimes, Law couldn’t believe neither of the three brothers or their grandfather were related by blood. Hell, one of them wasn’t even human. But well… when it came down to it, Law couldn’t say he cared.
“Fine, take him,” he said finally, smirking at the loud crash from behind him that immediately followed.
“Torao~” someone whined before arms wrapped around Law’s waist
On reflex, one of Law’s legs shot forward as he braced for the impact of the entire body crashing into him a split second later. Why, just why did this man insist on lunging at people constantly? Law would never understand. He was lucky Law had managed to train his reactions well enough by now to not face plant into the railing anymore. “What?” he asked, smirk still shamelessly in place as he turned to look at the person who was hanging off of him.
The person—or rather, the god—in question was staring back at him with an unhappy frown and a pout on his lips. Law hated to admit he looked outright adorable then, and not just because of the cat ears sitting proudly on top of his head, alert and facing forward in agitation. Ears which were also covered in black, incredibly soft fur that Law would never get tired of petting.
Giving Law something that was probably supposed to be a glare, Luffy finally huffed before continuing, voice sounding incredibly sulky, “How could you just sell me out to gramps like this?”
“Because he could absolute keep you on his ship even if he did take you. Sure,” Law replied in a tone dripping in sacrasm while he rolled his eyes at the dramatic complaints of the literal embodiement of freedom, the person who could and absolutely did materialize out of nowhere on the Polar Tang whenever he fucking felt like it, without any warning, for the sole purpose of driving Law absolutely crazy with his ideas, only to then disappear into thin air again once he got bored. While on the open sea, with the nearest land two days of sailing away.
“That’s not the point!” Luffy cried, his grip on Law’s waist tightening.
Before Law could say anything back, a canon ball landed a bit too close to the ship, causing a wave of seawater to wash over the both of them. Law cursed loudly at the unexpected and fully unwelcome shower, just as Luffy also hissed loudly; if he was in his full monster cat form, Law could just imagine his fur raising until he looked like a huge, black ball of pure fluff.
…Now Law wanted to see it. He made a mental note to find an opportunity to scare the shit out of him at some point later, when he was in his true form.
“What was that for?!” Luffy demanded when he recovered from the shock.
“A warning shot!” Garp retorted, sounding just as angry as Luffy did. “You get off that pirate ship before I drag you off myself!”
“I’m not going back to Goa! It’s stuffy and tiny and they keep burning down my shrines, I hate it there!”
Garp growled as he grabbed another cannon ball. “As if I care about the idiot king’s orders, I’m not going to give you to those scumbags and I don’t care where you go—” he paused to aim his cannon ball at them threateningly before he continued— “but you’re not becoming a pirate on my watch, you brat!”
Law heard Luffy taking a deep breath behind him, no doubt in preparation to go off on his adoptive grandfather, and he sighed. Before either of these idiots could say anything, Law snapped, “If you’re just going to keep screaming at each other, can I go?”
“No,” Luffy said immediately, digging his claws into Law’s stomach painfully.
At the same time, Garp said, “You stay right where you are, I’m not done with you either!”
Law sighed. Every goddamn time.
“Prepare to submerge,” Law said to Bepo tiredly before raising his hand. “Room. Shambles.”
Appearing back in his room a split second later, Law took a deep breath, giving himself a moment to appreciate the blessed silence—or the alternative of, which meant only muffled rage instead of people screaming right in his ear. Not ideal but he would take it anyway. Honestly, why couldn’t these two ever do anything quietly? This whole thing could be so easily resolved if they had just sat down and talked but no, they just had to go yelling at each other while throwing cannon balls and scratching the other’s face off. And Law never had a say in getting caught in the middle of it every damn time either.
Sometimes, he cursed the day the Tang landed on Dawn Island, the place where all his problems started. But really, he couldn’t with clear conscience say that if he were to relive that day, that he wouldn’t do exactly the same thing; that he wouldn’t stop at the tiny, ancient looking shrine to talk to the young man sitting in front of it. That he wouldn’t answer every question Luffy had about the world beyond his small domain, that he wouldn’t look into those large, excited eyes and invite him to leave with him.
But, as stupid as it was regardless, if he could do it over, at the very least, would now actually know he was accidentally proposing to a literal god; one that was incredibly stuborn, selfish, and bright enough to be the actual sun. A god who also came in a package with a crazy grandfather, two over protective brothers, and the softest, warmest fur Law had ever had the pleasure of touching.
“Thanks for getting me away,” Luffy said after he made himself comfortable on Law’s bed, the anger and raw power that had been radiating off of him only moments ago replaced by his usual happy and carefree attitude.
Law clicked his tongue. “I was getting myself away. Not my fault you were clinging to me like a child.”
“Same thing.” Luffy waved him off.
Law didn’t have the energy to argue. Simply shaking his head at him, he instead bent down to put the lamp he had ignored earlier back on his nightstand.
“Weird how this was on the floor. I distinctly remember it was screwed on tight just yesterday,” Law noted, giving Luffy a pointed stare. Now that he knew this giant, ridiculously strong cat was on the ship, Law had no doubt just how the lamp got knocked off. Briefly, Law wondered whether there was even a point putting it back until Luffy left; he was probably going to knock it off again while staring at it with morbid fascination as it crashed to the floor again and again.
Law watched as Luffy’s eyes veered off to the side, his lips pursing as he mumbled, “Yeah, that’s super weird.”
Huffing out a small laugh, Law crossed the short distance between them, reaching out to ruffle Luffy’s hair. It was almost as soft as his fur was. “I know. A complete mystery,” he said with a smirk before he leaned down, pressing his lips to Luffy’s briefly.
The kiss was easily returned, a wide grin spreading on Luffy’s lips as soon as they separated, and despite himself, Law felt himself smile back. That damn smile would be the death of him. No matter how maddening this man could be, how loud and selfish, the moment he smiled like that, it was like all Law’s problems and frustrations were melting away. Luffy was simply beautiful; adorable and bright, yet absolutely terrifying and Law loved every little bit of it.
It was funny, actually. If someone had told him he would ever say ‘Luffy’ and ‘love’ in the same sentence just half a year ago, Law would have laughed in their face. Back then, Luffy was only some incredibly annoying giant cat who just wouldn’t leave him alone, someone who popped up on the Tang or wherever Law currently was just to ruin any and all of his painstakingly created plans. But now…
Now Law couldn’t remember what life was before him. He had learned to build his plans around Luffy recklessly charging forward, didn’t even bother trying to explain anything to him. He had long since stopped fighting the pull, the warm aura of power and charisma that drew people in and didn’t let go. It took a while but Law had finally accepted that he was not any different from all the other people Luffy had managed to charm without even realizing he was doing it ever since Law had gotten him out of the Goa Kingdom.
There was just something in the stupid divine cat that made people want to join and support him. Maybe it was the sense of absolute freedom that followed him everywhere; be it his own freedom, or the one of whoever Luffy thought deserved it.
“What’s wrong?” Luffy asked after a long while of them just looking at each other.
Law smiled, shaking his head at the cute, worried frown on his face. “Just hoping your grandfather won’t hit us before we sink far enough.”
“He’d never actually hit the ship, he’s a big softie,” Luffy announced, that grin back on his face.
“Good to know.” Law chuckled, finally sitting down on the bed with Luffy. “You know, I was sleeping before you two started fighting,” Law said offhandedly, glancing at Luffy and nearly snorting at the way his ears perked up in excitement.
“Wanna?” the other asked immediately, nearly vibrating in place.
Raising an eyebrow, Law gave Luffy a look. “I was going to say yes but seeing how excited you are, I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”
“Nah, it’s all good,” Luffy decided, nodding to himself as he hopped off the bed, walking two steps towards the door to Law’s cabin before shifting into his monster cat form, then lied down slowly, watchful as to not break anything while he tried to fit his huge body into the tiny room.
Once Luffy looked back at him expectantly and Law was sure he was fully settled, Law went to join his boyfriend on the floor, careful not to step on any of his limbs or either of his two tails on the way. As he leaned back against the giant cat’s chest, he let his eyes slide shut, already feeling the exhaustion from earlier in the day settling back in. It was just so warm and soft and fluffy and Law would sooner die than admit out loud how much he loved it. It wasn’t like everyone didn’t already know by then anyway. What could he say, Luffy’s fur was impossible to resist. It was worse than Bepo’s in this aspect.
“No licking,” Law reminded, cracking one eye open to shoot Luffy a half-hearted glare when he felt his face come close to his body.
“You’re no fun,” Luffy whined.
Law could only sigh. “I’d just like to keep my skin where it is, thanks.”
“Fine.” Luffy huffed, thankfully keeping his sand-paper tongue where it should be, before he simply nudged Law with his forehead.
A smile pulled on Law’s lips, his hand raising to rest against the side of his little monster’s head. To anyone else, this position would seem incredibly dangerous, yet to Law, it was so very comforting. He had never felt safer than when he lay snuggled into into this god’s side, with the jaw which could fit his entire head inside twice over and then some positioned just inches away from his face.
Right here, Law knew he was home.
And while he gently stroked Luffy’s fur, Law’s eyelids slowly slid shut again.
~ Meanwhile ~
“What do we do?!” Shachi cried in panic, staring with wide eyes at the neptunian who looked like it was about to eat the Tang for an afternoon snack.
“We have to call the captain and Luffy, we can’t do this,” Ikkaku shouted back, trying to shoo away another two of these giant sea kings away together with Jean Bart.
A frustrated groan came from Clione in response, “I tried but they won’t answer and the door won’t open!”
“Why do they always have to sleep with Luffy’s giant furry ass blocking the stupid door! How are we supposed to get them out here?!” Shachi whined, mind slowly slipping into despair. Honestly, these lovesick idiots. What use was having a literal god around when he was never there to actually help when they actually needed him to?
This was why Shachi preferred dogs over cats.
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Dedicated to my cat who has the softest fur and also forces me to keep everything on the fucking floor.
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Hey ive been swamped with ACT studying latley, i was wondering if you can do head canons on what Benimaru would be like as a dad (x mother wife) where the two of you have kids? Since he is a proto nationalist I totally see him wanting a big traditional family. How would he react to pregnancy news? What would he be like when his s/o is in labor, or his reaction to babys first steps or first word. So much fluff!!
If, while reading this, you get the feeling that it was wirtten by some caveman who doesn't know shiet about children or words, know that this caveman tried her best to make it as cute and fun as possible, and that really is the pinnacle of her abilities. Okay?
+ As always, sorry for delay, I know how nerve wracking can exams be (just finished my midterms) and I hope you will achieve the highest possible results. Unfortunately you asked an author who is what she is ... Please take these 1 500 words as compensation.
Enjoy!
News
Benimaru took the news of your first pregnancy in silence. In a silence so deaf and long that every passing second tightened the hoop around your heart tighter and tighter.
It took you three days to get ready to say it to his face, and yet the stress was still eating you from the inside. His lack of response as you fumbled the ends of your T-shirt in your hands did not make it easier nor better.
You looked up sharply, preferring to face his anger rather than spending another second in uncertainty, and you found that Benimaru was looking over your shoulder, present body, but definitely not mind.
After a few calls and waving in front of his face, Benimaru seemed to wake up and shifted his lost gaze to you.
"We will have a kid?"
"Yes, we will." You repeated, stressing each word, trying to get through to him this time. You expected many things, but not so much confusion.
"A kid." He repeated, and his crimson eyes lit up the glow. "A kid!"
Benimaru cuped your checks and kissed every inch of your face. Lips, checks, temples, forehead, nose, eyelids.
"A kid."
The next person to hear the happy news was Konro, and then the whole city somehow. The residents' mouths did not close for the next 9 months.
Each time he took it better and better. Each time he almost went out of his skin showering you with kisses or dancing around the room with you in his arms. Only this first stage of the shock was shortened.
Pregnancy
Benimaru didn't know at first what a pregnant woman could and couldn't do, so it was best if you didn't do anything. After long interpretations from the midwife, the range of your allowable activities extended beyond sitting and breathing, but there was no question of any use of force.
After a while, you even stopped trying to lift anything above the bowl of rice. Every time Benimaru saw that you were carrying a package, you happened to get the slightest rebuke. It was worse for all Hikeshi within 100 meters for not-helping. After that, you didn't want to trouble the innocent firefighters anymore.
As you can't even look at sake, your evening drinking has turned into making up names over tea. (Not that Shinmon suddenly stopped drinking. He doesn't want to drink in front of you when you couldn't, and after every news of the next baby, the alcohol flows in streams, so he can't complain about abstinence.) He loves holding you in his arms, with one hand for growing belly. Once he felt a kick, he literally melted.
With time, as the family began to grow, it was his duty to make sure that the older children did not tire you and find them to do something.
Childbirth
The first time he had no idea what to do. He literally turned to Konro saying:
"Konro, [Y / N], labor, what do I do ?!" Sould he wreck some buildings?
Konro, as a loving friend aware that there was no time to explain it to him with words, kicked his composite ass to the hospital.
While the whole city was celebrating the birth of another Shinmon, Benimaru was sitting next to you, holding a small bundle in his stiff hands.
"You can hug them, you know?"
"They are too tiny!" he muttered, afraid to raise his voice so as not to wake the sleeping figure.
“They are stronger than you think, Love. They're Shinmon after all, ”you recalled with a chuckle.
Since then, every time the inhabitants of the viewer of Benimaru running to the hospital (have you ever seen Benimaru running? Me neither.), they immediately reach for alcohol.
Begginings
Benimaru has experience and no major problems in taking care of children, especially since they are his. In his time off work, you can see him sitting in front of the Guardhouse, giving his toothless child to chew on his forearms, and sometimes making a tour around the city together, to the joy of all the residents. Other times, he will sit in front of the little one trying to teach him the first words.
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"C’mon kid, da-d." Benimaru tried to keep the child's attention who was much more interested in chewing a wooden puppet.
"Daaa ~"
"Close enough, da-d." Some time ago he made a bet with [Y/N] that their first word would be dad, and the rules did not exclude support. "Da-d."
"Maaa ~"
"No, DA-D." He sighed softly and looked up sharply for the approaching steps.
Konro stepped into the yard, gloomy, looking around until he found the Captain.
“Oi Waka, have you seen Hika and Hina? I can’t find them anywhere. "
The red-eyed man shrugged, pointing to the street.
"Maybe they are terrorizing the candy seller again."
Konro sighed heavily and disappeared behind the building, leaving them alone again, and Benimaru returned his attention to the child, already scrambling onto his lap.
"Wanna sleep?" He helped them climb a little higher and leaned in as they held out a small hand at him. He was expecting an awkward slap on the nose, but instead got a tug on his hair almost to the floor. "Ack! What the… "
"Waka ~"
"What?" He froze as he tried to untangle the strands from his impossibly grasping fingers.
“Waka ~” The child repeated, tugging again, and giggled smugly.
Waka? Does it count as a dad? Did he win?
The next achievement was to make sure they didn't repeat all those curses after him, or at least so [Y/N] wouldn't hear.
Beni with big family
You probably expected that just as with twins, the whole Guardhouse will look after them ? Hah, ya wrong.
ENTIRE CITIES WATCH OVER THE MINI MIXES OF BENI-CHAN WITH [Y/N] -CHAN. They are so spoiled that sometimes it feels like only you and Benimaru have any rules. On the other hand, there are no problems with finding your children, just call them by name and half the street will indicate their whereabouts.
• Maybe you can't see it, but Benimaru doesn't know what to do with himself out of happiness. Even when he comes home in the evenings after a really long day, the sight of all those faces looking at him as the center of the world makes him smile. At such moments, he will always find some strength to play.
• The fun begins when they are old enough to help him with his work, not putting the Infernals to rest or blowing up houses, but just making a errands around the city where he can show them what Hikeshi's job is and teach them about his core beliefs.
He doesn't always succeed, but he knows he can rely on you and your ability to use words if he does.
• Benimaru has no problem with cases when one of his children doesn't want to follow in his footsteps, he knows that he has raised them well and that when he is gone, they will take care of his city regardless of his position or profession.
• BUT NOTHING RELATED TO THE EMPIRE!
You had to use force to stop him from throwing your daughter's boyfriend out the door when he heard he was with the empire.
Play time
Benimaru's favorite form of spending time together is, of course, teaching his children everything he can. Regardless of their gender, they all have inherited above-average amounts of fire power and a love to destruction.
After several dozen problems with stopping his own children from killing their siblings, Benimaru created a game called: "dad agains everyone"
It’s fun to watch Benimaru surroded by figures half his height, who try to collapse him to the ground.
Rest of the family
Grandpa Konro
This man survived small Benimaru and the Twins. There is nothing this man haven’t seen. Which makes him the best grandfather in the empire. At this stage, Koro already has a separate locker for everything from his numerous grandchildren.
He is also your kids safe place when the parent's fury rages outside.
Aunt Hika and Hina
There were times when you had to entrust your older children to the care of twins (if your children were several years old, Hika and Hina were also older, don’t get me wrong). The girls made sure that the younger members of the family learned everything they needed to know about Asakusa, the inhabitants and their usual behavior.
In fact, at some point they were considered to be part of their siblings, and so were treated like ones (read: regular bloodshed).
Nevertheless, every time one of the stepsiblings messed up with someone they shouldn't (manga readers know perfectly well that kids have it after their dad), the two fire foxes turned into two bloodthirsty beasts, ready to chase away any problematic individual.
#Sorry for delay....#I'm kinda mad at myslef for posting it so late#not much proofreading#let me know if I didn't translate any part#maybe I didn't mentioned a lot of having a lot of kids HC#but as I said#the peak of my abilities#not good with kids#shinmon benimaru#shinmon benimaru x reader#benimaru shinmon x reader#benimaru shinmon#fire force#fire force HC
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Rose & Thorns: 01
— summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.
— pairing: dragon!jungkook x reader / future!bts x reader
— genre: angst, slight fluff / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au
— word count: 3.4k
— warnings: orphan reader, bits of insecurities kicked in here and there
╰ part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10
"Hi there."
In the dark and deep dungeon where Jungkook laid, his head perked up at the sound of a lady's voice and his brows furrowed. A girl? What was a girl doing in a part of the village where the villagers have deemed to be the most dangerous zone? Surely guards must have surrounded the area with tough security, right? So how did you manage to go past it?
"I'm Y/N," he heard the voice again and a soft scoff left him.
You were probably just there curious to see the dragon those infamous soldiers have managed to catch.
"I am..." you trailed off and he found himself waiting for what you had to say, "I am the keeper of the dragon."
Keeper.
He never imagined a girl to be a keeper.
"Damn, that sounds weird," he heard you mumble to yourself, a light chuckle leaving your lips. "But anyways," you went on, "it'll be just you and me for a while because no one else wanted to take up the role of the keeper except I. Which is fine, I've always wanted to take up a task as big as this. Oh, and you must be hungry so I brought you food. Trust me though, no one has poisoned it so don't be shy and starve yourself, alright?"
Shy, Jungkook scoffed to himself. What would a dragon ever be shy about? He could rip you to pieces if he wanted.
Too bad the chains around him kept him from escaping and doing anything rash.
He sighed, ignoring your ongoing ramblings and thought back on how in the world he managed to get caught in the first place.
His hyungs have always warned him about going hunting around the areas where humans settled but there was more prey there so he decided to take up the challenge. He should have told someone yet his rebellious side allowed him to go off on his own without a word to his own clan.
That was how the humans got to him, dragon hunters, they'd call themselves.
Stabbed on his arm as he was flying about the sky and near the ground. That didn't entirely weaken him but because of the fact that he was caught off guard and they held spears and ropes, Jungkook struggled to get away so, in the end, he woke up after being unconscious, locked up in some sort of dungeon with his neck chained up that extended to the wall to keep him from escaping.
The chain around his neck was hurting him far more than he expected but what could he do?
Maybe his clan would come looking for him. But with the fact that he had told no one where he was heading off to, Jungkook doubted they'd be able to track him down that easily.
"Are you alright?" You asked him the next day but he gave you no words. Still, despite his silence, you went on and on about all sorts of stories probably out of boredom.
He didn't know what you were doing, why you decided to take up the role of a keeper when everyone else in your village was in fear of him. Were you brave or just a fool? He had no idea what to conclude.
But for some reason, as the days passed and he was forced to listen to all of your endless stories, Jungkook was glad for your presence. Maybe it was the fact that he would have gone crazy if he wasn't around anyone for a while. Maybe because you actually sounded like someone who wasn't scared of him, someone who was a little different from those villagers, and someone who was treating him as a normal being.
Whatever it was, he was glad for your presence that replaced the warmth of his hyung's arms.
"You ate!" You rejoiced the second you came back early one morning.
It was funny how excited and happy you were about the fact that he actually ate something. He didn't know what you looked like because he never cared to head into the light, where you were, but your voice alone was sweet, something that told him you were a pure sweet being who enjoyed the little things in life.
You reminded him of Hoseok and Taehyung in that sense, and the feeling of nostalgia came rushing over him.
He missed home.
"Do you have a family?" You asked suddenly, sitting down at the exact same spot you would always sit at. "I had a family but they've gone and now my families are the villagers. But lately, they think I've gone crazy because I still haven't run away from this place and still visit it each and every day. But I'm not crazy, trust me!" He wanted to laugh at how defensive you were despite his silence. You were cute. "It's just that whatever job I am given, I never give up even if it gives me a hard time — not that this job is giving me a hard time, I actually enjoy this believe it or not."
Why is that? Jungkook wanted to ask.
And as if reading his mind, you answered "It's lonely back in the village. You don't talk much but that's alright, it's better to have a silent presence than abandonment and someone who rambles about how stupid and crazy I am."
Had something happened? Your voice was growing somber.
"I'm so sorry." It came out into a breathless whisper, as if you were recalling a lost memory, as if you were on the verge of crying. "I'm so sorry they've kept you locked up in here," you said. "Trust me, if I was the chief villager and had the power to have others nodding at my commands, I'd tell them to set you free."
What?
"I've already done it once but was cast away and told to just continue doing my job. They're so cruel," you mumbled through a pout. "You must have a family that misses you but I can't even do anything to help you except ramble on and on about useless things which aren't helpful at all. I'm so sorry."
Why were you apologizing when none of it had been your fault? Why were you blaming yourself for the villager's actions?
"Would you rather I kept silent instead of rambling? I'm so sorry, you must be annoyed with me, right? I can-"
"Don't."
You froze, head quick to shoot up upon hearing his voice for the first time. Jungkook was surprised too. He never thought he'd ever say a word, but the deeds were done so he convinced himself whatever, he had already spoken so he might as well do some more.
"Don't stop talking," he said again, "I like your voice...Y/N."
A small smile spreads across your face, creating a beaming glow and with just hearing his voice and pretty words, and a drop of tear fell from your eyes.
"R-really?" You asked, standing up from where you sat as you held the silver bars in front of you, trying to look for him. But it was too dark to see.
A long silence passed and then, light footsteps. Footsteps of a human walking and you held your breath.
Bit by bit, little by little, you watched with a piercing gaze, waiting until he finally walked into the light. Your breath hitched at the sight of a man around your age, shirtless with scars all over him from the events of when he had gotten caught and old scars from elsewhere.
He was handsome. So incredibly handsome. With a sharp gaze and jawlines that could cut straight through the silver bars.
When Jungkook saw you, he had to blink for a moment. He wasn't too surprised by your beauty. Your voice was incredibly sweet and pretty, matching your beautiful face. But he frowned at the trail of tears that had left your eyes and his heart ached.
"Why are you crying?" He asked you by the time he got closer and stood just in front of you with the bars being the only thing that kept you apart.
Jungkook wanted to reach out but he held back, knowing that that would have been incredibly rude towards a lady.
"I'm not crying," you quickly lied and went on to wipe away the tears that had been waiting to fall away.
"You're a horrible liar."
You cringed. "Am I?" Jungkook hummed, nodding. "It's just...it's the first time someone has told me they liked my voice."
He frowned. "No one else likes your voice?"
"It kind of gets annoying," you said, a small bitter smile appearing.
His heart ached at the once bubbly voice now gone due to the insecurities those villagers have drilled into you.
"Speak as much as you'd like," he told you. "Your voice calms me down, lets me know that I'm not alone."
"Well you're not alone," you declared, suddenly acting all heroic. He smiled at the energy. "As long as I'm here, you'll never be lonely. But let's hope it isn't for long because I want you to have your freedom soon."
He knew that he'd definitely miss you if he ever got that freedom again.
"Does it hurt?" You asked him the next day and Jungkook looked up from smacking on a mango. You gestured at his neck, where the chain stood and Jungkook gave you an awkward lopsided smile.
"Yeah," he admitted. "It weighs a lot, it's a burden but I'm a tough dragon so I'll be alright."
"Oh please," you scoffed, pouting a little, "even the biggest and strongest dragons get hurt."
That next day, you came back with some ointment and treatments in a basket along with his meals.
"You told me it wouldn't hurt!" Jungkook hissed the moment you applied the ointment on him, stinging his wounds.
"I told you it'd sting just a little!" You argued. "Now stop moving around, it's hard enough treating your wounds with bars in our way, don't make it harder."
"But it hurts," the young dragon whined and you laughed aloud, making him pout.
"I thought you were a big and strong dragon."
"Even the biggest and strongest dragons get hurt."
The two of you smiled at his words, a reminder of the day before.
You came back a few minutes later with a pair of clothes you managed to steal from one of the village boys. They wouldn't notice, they had plenty of clothes to spare and you needed Jungkook to have clothes so that he could at least keep warm for the chilly nights.
"What happened to your shirt?" You asked him as he placed the shirt on top of him. He was masculine, so bulk with abs that could make you full for days. But you looked away before he could notice your stare, lightly slapping yourself in the face for such imaginations.
"I guess they must've stripped it off me when I was unconscious."
Them, as in the village soldiers. You didn't like the soldiers, they were too cocky especially after capturing Jungkook. One was even consistent on trying to steal your heart, deeming himself worthy because he was part of the party that struck upon the dragon.
"Oh, I forgot!" You suddenly recalled and was quick to jump onto your feet. "I'll bring you one of my warmest blankets so that you don't have to-"
"You're leaving?"
You blinked at the disappointed sound of his voice and kept yourself from leaving just yet.
"The night can get really chilly. I'm worried about you," you told him.
But Jungkook shook his head. "I can go on another day without a warm blanket, Dragons have thick skin. But can you stay here?" He asked, eyes a little shy with a small blush painted on his cheeks. "I don't like being lonely."
"Oh."
You smiled. No one had really appreciated or even acknowledge your presence until Jungkook came along. So you stayed, sat down again and nodded.
The days went on and on like that, some bickering and little fights here and there but for the most part, the two of you got along and a friendship was growing.
But because of that, you became the center of attention when you weren't in the dungeon visiting Jungkook. The villagers would stare and talk to and about you about all sorts of things. Some deemed that Jungkook used his "powers" to keep you in there for so long every time you'd visit. There were all sorts of rumors going around and you tried to pay no mind, continuing on your task as the keeper of the dragon.
"One day, I'll free you," you told the man.
"Don't hurt yourself just for me. The villagers will turn on you."
"Why does it matter?" You shrugged. "They don't care about me except for my role of keeping an eye on a dragon. I am your keeper, Jungkook, and as your keeper, I vow to free you one day soon."
"You're a rose, Y/N," Jungkook said, eyes filled with concern for you, "and roses shouldn't try to be a thorn."
"But roses carry thorns," you argued, eyes filled with determination. "I can be brave, trust me."
"I know you can, dear one." He sighed a sad sigh. "But I'm telling you, don't hurt yourself for me."
Jungkook knew that bit by bit, he was falling for you and for a moment, he had almost forgotten about the six dragons back at home. Almost.
But he knew that in the end, it wasn't right. He was given his own mates already, ones he knew he would betray the world for without a split second of hesitation. Yet as he stared at your sad face that became more and more apparent as the days went on, Jungkook had this desiring urge to protect you from your own insecurities and the things the villagers have said about you. He knew they must have said or done something to you for you to walk into the dungeon with a face that darkened of a cloudy sky.
The longer he sat there in the dungeon waiting every night for you to return every morning, the easier it was to pick up on your fake smiles and real laughter, the easier it was for him to fall.
Yet it was forbidden to yearn for you. Not only did he have his own mates waiting for him back at home but he knew that it would be best for you to be with a man that was your own kind. A human. And the bars that separated him from ever reaching towards you reminded him each and every day.
A few nights later, Jungkook woke up at the sound of keys rattling and his head shot up with alarm, afraid it had been some soldier.
"Jungkook!"
At the sound of your harsh whisper, his brows furrowed. "Y/N what the heck are you doing?" He asked, running over towards the bar and holding onto them tightly as he stared at you with fright.
"I told you I'd set you free one day," you simply stated and then, the door opened.
He stood there frozen for the longest time, contemplating on what to do while you rushed over to his side to unlock the chains that kept him locked in. He didn't know whether to pounce onto you with a hug or scream at you to leave. He didn't know what to do. And had the doors truly opened for him to escape out of?
The second you dragged the chain off his neck, Jungkook felt free for the first time in forever, a weight taken off of him after such a long while. Literally.
"Don't cry," you told him, wiping away the tears he hadn't realized were there. Your hands were so soft, the way you cupped his face in such a gentle way. He always imagined your touches would be as gentle and soft as your heart.
Jungkook cried because your hands reminded him of the gentle touches he's once been used to from his mates, the hyungs that have always loved and taken care of him, the hyungs who were probably worried in fear each passing day, wondering whether their maknae was still alive or not. But he didn't cry just for him, he cried for you. A pure soul, a human he never knew would care so much to the point where she was saving him by risking her own life.
"We have to go, Kook, before they find out I've stolen the keys."
You took his hand into his, rough and larger, and the two of you ran into the deepest part of the forest until you finally stopped after deeming that it was finally a safe distance from your village.
"Go home, Kook," you smiled at him but he could see the glistening tears in your eyes under the moonlight.
"What about you?" He asked, holding your face in his large hands as he wiped the tears away. He'd always wanted to do that, to hold you close to him and finally he was given that chance. No bars in between to keep you apart. "They'll know that it was you who freed me, you're the only crazy one who'd free a dragon."
"I know," you chuckled through the tears, trying to make light of things. "I'll be fine."
"No, you won't." A tear slipped from his eyes. "They'll kill you, Y/N, they'll have you executed for losing a prized possession of theirs."
"I..I know." Your voice shook and you both cried a little more. "Transform now, Kook, before they find the both of us here."
He didn't want to but he knew that you were right. So lingering his fingers on you for a moment longer, not wanting to let go, he smiled at you before stepping back and then, you watched as the man in front of you transformed into the creature the villagers have come to fear and deemed the most dangerous creature in all of the lands.
When he looked back at you, eyes of a golden sun, you reached out with your hands to hold the beautiful dark scales on him, something none of the villagers would ever dare to do. But you weren't any of the villagers, you were Y/N, and Jungkook knew that Y/N was far braver and sweeter than any of those villagers.
Those eyes were still the same ones Jungkook always held despite his true dragon form and you smiled at the beautiful sight in front of you.
A loud uproar was quick to having you flinching and Jungkook looked towards the sound.
"They've found us," you gasped, turning your head back at him with alarm. "You have to leave now."
He hesitated but you were so insistent on him leaving. "Go, Jungkook. Don't let my freeing you go to waste or we'll both get executed."
"I won't let them hurt you," he vowed, "I won't let them lay a hand on you."
"Kook-"
"You saved my life, Y/N," he cut you off, "it's my turn to save yours."
You looked at him in confusion, wondering what that meant.
"Climb on my back, Y/N, ride the wind with me."
"What? Jungk-"
"Come to my village with me," he said, voice a little more desperate. "Come to my clan."
"Your clan?"
The shouting was nearing louder and louder.
"Come with me."
He lent you his back, large wings flared out and silently asking you to climb onto it so that you could reach his back.
You took a moment to look back at the loud voices that came closer and closer and then back at the eyes that had been home to you more than the village had ever been. And then, without another moment of hesitation, you climbed onto Jungkook's back and his wings flapped a few times to get themselves ready to take flight.
Yet at that moment, a bow came flying by and you were hit right near the chest, near your heart, making your body fall back and off Jungkook's back, onto the hard ground with a harsh thud.
Freedom so close yet so far away.
Jungkook growled at the soldiers that stood a few yards away, his eyes growing red at the sight of you weak and vulnerable.
His voice raged into the night sky, a cry so loud and booming that it could be heard from far, far away. He flung his tail at them, causing the soldiers to fly a few yards back.
He turned to you, whimpers leaving your lips and held you under his claws safely and securely, and then, Jungkook flew off into the night sky, riding the wind with you in hand.
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diamond trail finale — myg
Plot: The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)
Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Yoongi x Consigliere!Y/N
Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+
Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series
Word Count: 3k+
Genre: Mafia | Marriage | Mature Themes/Fluff/Smut
Tags & Warnings: criminal activities, mentions of past abuse (outside of the pair), explicit smut (spanking and very brief anal play), mild violence, coarse language, prostitution, slightly more graphic physical violence in this part (it’s brief but beware)
Authors Note: here's the finale peeps! hope you like how I ended everything off! as usual, let me know what you think of this story and a like/reblog/comment go a long way!
Nectar Oak still had the same atmosphere as it did all those years ago. The smell of allspice flowers and jasmines, plumes of smoke flowing out of the customers’ mouth as their wallets emptied and cheeks glowed from excitement. All the workers held themselves up with the elegance of a geisha despite knowing they’d never be considered to such a standard. You looked up at the height of the building. How much bigger it looked when your mother used to hold your hand walk you around the streets just for some fresh air.
You felt like a ghost eerily wandering the place an old part of you died. You didn’t miss it but you could feel her. The innocence of hoping that you’d never have to work here and the relief of finding a better life. Not the best life. It was still filled with tears and suffering but at least here, she was in power. And she had the people she loved.
Silk red robe draped upon your form, resemblant of a traditional hanbok twisted and ‘modernized’ to create an erotic appeal. Golden vectors curled to accentuate your waist, the band covered your torso to enhance the curve of you breasts and you hair loosely tied by a gold clip encrusted in emeralds. You habitually touched your finger but found it empty, a small twinge of anxiety grew heavy in your chest.
*With a deep reluctant breath, you pulled off your wedding ring, hugging it to your chest before carefully placing it in a jewelry box for safe keeping.
When Yoongi saw you, a cold wave washed over him. Like the cruel turns of time twisted back to those days where he felt the walls closing in on him. Preventing him from holding onto his parents’ legacy for his mother and building his own family. His heart already dropped into the pit but he still noticed the ache. “Let’s get this over with.” He muttered under his breath.*
The owner of Nectar Oak became one of your connections. A solid reminder that things were not as it used to be. You talked to him like you were his equal rather than a worker. He also had enough brains to know he wasn’t talking to a random worker anymore. He was speaking to someone who could break his business in a blink. The thought of it caused sweat to drop on the sides of his temple.
“You know how to promote me, Jung,” you spoke as you two sat in his office. “Just do what you do best and your building will stay safe and funded.” A smile tugged at your lips, sadness gripping your gaze but you knew well to hide it from the likes of his kind.
Yoongi secluded himself in one of the courtesan rooms. He sat on the velvet couch, shirt sleeves rolled up and a cigarette between his fingers, burning eyes fixated on the cameras set up inside Nectar Oak. Particularly targeting you and Jungkook.
The man-child arrived in a half hour. Exactly on time. Black dress shirt and his cheeks sucking in an almost burnt out cigarette, dark hair messy and damp with the look of someone who was given everything he wanted. He blew the plume of smoke as he eyed the courtesans dressed in coloured silk.
Jung, the plump owner of the courtesan house pranced over to Jungkook with a jovial smile. “Welcome, sir!”
“Jung.” Jungkook grinned, leaning against the emerald marble counter. “What’ve you got for me?”
“Only the finest, Master Jeon.” Jung chortled, grabbing the hardcover book designed in teal and gold vectors. Inside were different pictures and descriptions of all the patrons that lived in the current courtesan house. “We have your favourite selections of curvy and petite as you well know. There’s also the special treatments if you require a little more spice.”
Jungkook scanned the book with an air of a teenager seeing a picture of a naked woman for the first time. Hungry eyes finally stopped and stared at one picture. “Who is she?”
“Uh—oh, she’s not quite available yet, sir.”
Hunger turned to determination. “Why not?”
“Well—see her prices—she’s one of our most risky patrons.”
“You’re saying I can’t afford her?”
“No, no no no!” Jung chuckled nervously without hitch of losing his act. “It’s just—only a select amount of customers have actually been able to have a session with her. She has her own ground rules, you see and some extremely challenging—eh—punishments if those rules are abided by. Experienced employee benefits.”
Yoongi had to hand it to him for his marketing skills. Anyone like Jungkook would love a challenge if someone thought they couldn’t do it.
“I’ll take her,” Jungkook said. “Whatever the price.”
“Oh, sir—”
“I don’t like waiting, Jung. Let’s not taint this friendship we have, hm?” Jungkook narrowed his gaze.
Jung let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Of course, sir. I will call her down.” He pressed on one of the buttons at his desk.
Yoongi heard the buzz from the vanity table where you sat.
You stood up from the chair, walking out of the room without sharing a glance at Yoongi so you could steel yourself. The time for softness wasn’t now.
Walking down the wooden stairs, even the echoes of your shoes were too familiar. Time rewound, bringing you right back where you started. No. You mentally shook your head and raised your chin. Your presence lit up the room, silencing the younger members and alerting the other customers. The silk train left behind exuded an air of magic, like wildflowers growing at your every step.
All the illusion of a trained courtesan in this country.
Jungkook stared at you, hunger burning in his eyes as he stamped the cigarette on the silver ashtray lain on the counter.
“Master Jeon,” you said, bowing in front of him. “Pleasure to be of your service.”
“Pleasure is all mine,” Jungkook spoke with the delicacy of a lover but the fire of a conqueror. “Jung here holds you to high regard in this establishment.” He walked close to your form until he towered over you, feeling the filmsy satisfaction for seeing your gaze lift for him. “I’m excited to see what the mystery is all about.”
You side-eyed Jung with a calculated smug smile, reddened lips and eyes moist. “He’s an enthusiastic man but not a liar, I assure you. One doesn’t make a room stand still like this without having a few skills under her skirt.” Your cheeks glowed like polished jewels.
Jungkook chuckled under his breath. “That’ll be all, Jung.”
Jung bowed with a wide grin and walked away.
You held onto Jungkooks’ hand. “This way, sir.” Nervousness faded completely as the mission at hand became your first priority. The scent of opium was thick around Jungkooks’ form as he shifted closer, nudging his nose in your hair slightly. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Master Jeon.”
“Oh? Nice things I hope.”
“Tales of conquering the higher ups and standing up for the street dwellers.” You looked over your shoulder. “You’re a hero amongst the whispers of the alley.”
If confidence had a physical form, it’d be like gold oozing down Jungkooks’ ears and mouth like tears and slobber after sex. He was young. His nerves were easy to tug and manipulate to your whim. “Do you think I’m a hero?”
You hummed with a cheeky shrug. “I like physical proof of things rather hearsay. Lingers more on the mind.”
“I can fix that soon.” Jungkook moved his hand over to your waist, squeezing and digging into the skin. You tried not to wince. “And when I’m done with you, you can watch the chaos I created soon.”
“Chaos?”
“I’ve achieved a magnificent feat of having the Queen of Gae Pa herself…” He pressed his lips against your ears. “…giving herself over to me.”
A tiniest twinge of anxiety tugged at the back of your mind but you stayed steady. “Was I really that obvious?”
“If I could steal all of the most powerful gangs’ precious items, I think I could recognize your face.” Jungkook traced a finger down your cheek. “Must say you’re a thousand times more beautiful than your pictures.” He moved his fingers down to the curve of your breasts. “Your daughter looks just like you.”
The anxiety that tugged now flooded your entire body, hot rushing in then freezing. All in confusing pattern until your head started spinning. Glossed eyes blinked slowly and your chin raised, staying strong.
“I have my own spies too,” Jungkook whispered. “There’s alleys and streets everywhere. Enough sorry souls to do anything for a new life. You understand that, don’t you?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Do you have her with you?”
“Oh no…I’m not that evil.” Jungkook jutted his lips out. “She can stay happily in that cute safehouse. Except there’s eyes always on her.”
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. A neutral expression on your face. “What’s your negotiation?”
“Nothing special. Just for all the Dons to pledge themselves to me.” Jungkook shrugged. “Especially Don Kim and your husband.” He tilted his head. “You also know just as much as I do that I have every measure possible to ensure they won’t say no.” Palm traced up her back to her neck. “And I also require your mind. Despite my little street friends running around, you have the most connections known to the underworld. Your body could be a wild bonus.” He smirked.
You raised your chin, breath sucked in and stuck in your throat. “I don’t want to talk in the hallway. Everything is being recorded.” You spoke under your breath.
Jungkook hummed as you brought him towards the bedroom.
Yoongi refrained from trying to break another mug of coffee. Instead he listened carefully. Anxiety shook through his body hearing a stranger—no, their fucking rival—speak of their daughter. But he knew what had to be done. Eyes sharp, he flickered his gaze over to the corner of the courtesan room. The bed adorned in red and gold silk sheets held a figure, both arms tied to the bedposts and his mouth gagged with cloth, stained with the blood from his fresh glistening wounds.
He stood up from his chair, hands dug in his pockets as he examined the heaving body. “You’re up, Kim.” A sinister smile flashed to Taehyung. Silent reminder on who held one of the underworlds’ pillars. The lead alpha of this country. That same terrifying individual now stood here, heated with anger and the urge to protect his family sent sizzles throughout the room.
Taehyung blinked slowly as the realization hit him.
Jungkook wasn’t coming out of here unscathed.
***
It was the best news you received in a while. They found him. Kim Taehyung.
Your notes at the auction managed to help the spies track down the buyer. Apparently they wanted to be rid of it after hearing of the murders in the other gangs. They kept it hidden in their backyard instead of displaying it. You took it off their hands and sent it to Jwi Pa.
Despite their current clean slate, the gang still had the best trackers. You needed them to find the elusive auctioneer. The moment they saw the ledger in your gloved hand, they were putty. Any request and they would abide.
Kim Taehyung lived in a private estate personally gifted by Jeon Jungkook once he rebuilt Mal Pa to its former glory. As soon as his location was exposed, it took only a couple of minutes of breaking through security and having the man in their grasp. Jungkooks’ weak spot.
Nor Yoongi or Namjoon were happy to see him. Both of them failed to push back their punches but they knew enough to keep him alive.
“There’s a high chance Jungkook will know my face,” you said.
“So send someone else,” Namjoon suggested.
Yoongi tightened his jaw, not wanting to admit the truth that was right in front of him. “She’ll know what to do better than anyone.”
“You have so many talented spies!” Namjoon gestured wildly. “Fucking hell, I hate that I’m the one who has to admit it.”
“A scenario, Namjoon.” You intertwined your fingers together. “If Jungkook sees through the operation, what do you think they’ll do to a faceless spy?”
“If it’s her then Jungkook will be distracted.” Yoongi curled his fingers into tight fists.
“Well enough for me to actually bring him to the room whether he finds out or not.”
Namjoon let out a frustrated sigh. “Why is it so annoying that it’s a good idea?”
“For the first time, Kim, I agree.”
You gave them both sharp looks. “We end this now. No hitches.”
***
Opening the door, Yoongi noticed your glossed eyes. He wanted to hold you right there and then but there was still work to be done. Yoongi knew partly you were maintaining an act. It wouldn’t finish until the curtains were closed.
“Don Min!” Jungkooks’ lips stretched ear to ear. Expression bright and confident of the achievement right in his grasp. In a split second, his gaze flickered over to the tied figure. The golden tones of his skin lost its vibrancy, grin disappeared and his eyebrows in the realization of the bleeding man. “Tae—”
Taehyungs’ groans and screams muffled by the soaked cloth. Eyes flooded with tears as Namjoon closed the door behind Jungkook. There was no way to escape.
Jungkook looked over his shoulder. Both the leaders of Gae and Sutal Pa together in the same room. Caging him in. Namjoon had a satisfied smirk, dragging the stone mallet towards him.
Out of instinct, Jungkook pulled the gun out of his holster and pointed it to your chest. A sense of accomplishment rushed through him when he saw Yoongi raise his gun frantically. He could do this. All that progress to come this far from a street rat to a gang leader. It couldn’t all end here in a second. It was too quick. He needed to breathe. "Want to see which bullet reaches first?”
Taehyung protested through his cloth, struggling out of the rope.
You pushed Jungkooks’ hand to the side with your left hand, causing a stress shot to speed past your shoulder. Right ear ringing, you used your other hand to reach for the grip. Gun now in clasped in your hand, end of the barrel pointed at Jungkooks’ heart.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate taking a shot at Jungkooks’ leg, causing him to drop on his knees with a pained grunt.
Namjoon chuckled with a raspy tone, raising his stone mallet. “What a good day.” He slammed the mallet on Jungkooks’ calf. The crack and scream that came afterwards was one that could haunt you at night. But it was nothing new in the underworld. You try to break the underworld pillars, they’ll break you back ten times worse. It was the law in this hell.
You watched Jungkook thrash on the ground, blood darkening the wooden floor. Mixed with Taehyungs’ loud sobbing. It was a nursery rhyme of nightmares. Melodies of suffering that will melt into the walls of the courtesan house. No one will speak of it but they’ll know. They’ll never forget.
***
The new dawn arrived golden and the birds sung the continuous reign of Gae and Sutal Pa. Mal Pa was once again broken down into chaos as their usurper leader stepped away from his position and hid away after the two gangs made their example clear. Taehyung, still healing from his own wounds, opted to stick by Jungkooks’ side. The new looming darkness over their faces were hard to miss.
“If it’s worth anything, Jeon, you did good.” Yoongi stood over him on the stretcher. “Just not good enough.”
Jungkook stayed silent, gaze averted to focus on Taehyungs’ shirt. “Might not be me but someone else’ll come back to do the same thing. You can’t reign forever.”
The diamond ending of every underworld devil. Every gang had it. That one day when everything falls apart before their eyes and there was nothing to do about it. A fate worse than assassination.
Sun peaked through the buildings, framing Yoongis’ silhouette and casting warmth on his cool cheek. “It’s true. But when it does, it’s gonna be by my hand.”
Jungkook blinked over at him in confusion.
Yoongi smirked, gently tapping his shoulder. “Get well.” That day for Yoongi wasn’t to be shut down by another gang or a new leader. But to throw the match in himself and see it all burn. The beautiful end to his diamond trail.
Jungkook and Taehyung were moved to secluded area, away from any kind communication with the underworld.
Street dwellers will be loyal to anyone that could promise them something good. Now that Jungkook couldn’t provide it anymore, they scurried like rats under Yoongi or Namjoons’ wing. The underworld, even in the top ranks was cruel and brutal, leaving no mercy for even the good-hearted.
When you arrived back to the manor, the first thing was to remove the god awful dressing from the courtesan house. You draped back into your work dress, letting out a sigh of relief that it was all a play.
Namjoon paid a small visit to cast a farewell. Shaded eyes scanned across the mansion, admiring the architecture and paintings. Or just staring at them to avoid eye contact with Yoongi. “So European.”
“My mother grew up travelling between France and Italy,” Yoongi said. He dug his hands into his trousers. “She really liked all the architecture of the old buildings.” His heart swelled remembering the years after their father passed away. They found a new venue and spent over a year just working on the house. It was the most time they had ever spent alone without any kind of distractions from their father.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking—what happened to your mother?” Namjoon asked. “She was quite young when she married.”
Yoongi hummed, a sad smile tugged on his face. “She wasn’t well for a long time. Since she gave birth at a young age, the stress of it had lot of side effects in the long term. She held out long enough to ensure that I wouldn’t have to live with my father alone.”
Namjoons’ expression softened. “I’m sorry. Having a good family member in the household is already a rarity in itself. I can’t imagine losing them.”
In the small silence, you stepped down the stairs. You met the two men with a kind smile, fingers intertwined together. “Nice to see you two playing nicely.”
Yoongi smiled. “Of course.”
You, Namjoon and Yoongi padded outside of the manor into the afternoon light. The black SUV glinted and the guards looked like insects scurrying to their positions so that Namjoon was protected.
Pausing at the end of the entrance stairs, Namjoon turned to face the two of you. “It was fun working with you—just lighten up a little more.”
“Not a chance,” Yoongi stated plainly. “But—it was good not being at war for once.”
Namjoon smirked, eyes flickered to you with a softened expression. “Good day, my lady.”
You nodded in acknowledgement as the male turned on his heel and climbed into his SUV. A sense of relief washed over your form. Yoongi took your hand and escorted you back into the comforts of the manor.
“The diamond gun is back in its original place.” Yoongi let out a long exhale, emptying his chest of the anxiety. “I can take a fucking nap now.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. A silent reminder that nothing was lost in this fight. You were safe and your childs’ location was still unknown to everyone else. “I know what you were doing.”
“You did?” A smile stretched across your lips.
“Taehyung was just a final tick.” Yoongi led you over to the couch, settling down with a deep sigh. “Jungkook was more terrified at the fact that Namjoon and I actually worked together.”
“If you two fought then both the pillars would’ve been crumbling. Easy for Jungkook to break.” You traced your fingers across his raven fringes. “Maybe you two should stop bickering so much. Just in case another street dweller comes in to hurt you.”
“One step at a time, my love.” Yoongi smiled, throwing his head back against the couch. “How’s Jewel?”
Jewel was her nickname. Her eyes shone even when there was no light reflecting off them. Maybe it was just their rosy lenses but you didn’t care. “She’s been moved to another safehouse. She says she’s happy.”
“Good.” Yoongi nodded. “That’s good.” He held onto your hand and kissed it. “We’ll all be together soon for the holiday. I promise.”
“I’ll make sure of it.” You raised a brow.
Yoongi loved his new family.
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