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Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Heeeeey, y'all!! I'm so, so, so excited to introduce this new story to everybody! I've been having a (horny) cowboy fixation for THE LONGEST time now after seeing a fanart of cowboy!Geto by the amazingly talented @sanjisblackasswife. Please go support a fellow black woman & go check out her work! I hope y'all enjoy the first two chapters! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen PT I & PT II. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Epilogue. Soundtrack.

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ONE: BUSINESS AS USUAL.

Another day, another face.

Another dance for a man trying to lift your dress up to get to your panties at this trashy saloon in the town of Blackwater.

You try not to turn around and smack the customer sitting behind you reeking of whiskey and tobacco as he plays with the skirts of your short, short ruffled dress that you only lift up somewhat to show off your nylon stockings and garter belt as you wind your hips to the music playing on the piano downstairs.

The sounds of the smooth piano tune and the miscellaneous chatter from the saloon are the only things keeping you from losing your cool on the guy who just can’t keep his hands off of you. Touching the dancers is forbidden according to your boss (and boyfriend) who owns the place that so many drunkards, business folk, and locals frequent.

You would think that he would be less flashy with his whereabouts due to his illegal “side hustles”, but that isn’t any of your concern. If anything, it makes your life a lot easier. You look at the timer beside you on the nightstand near a bottle of empty moonshine and immediately stop your lapdance when it dings.

“Time’s up, sir!” you more than happily announce.

The man, older with meaty hands and bad teeth, makes a sour face under his low-brim hat. “Damn, already?” he whines. “Ya can’t do that thing ya did with your hips just one more time, darlin’?” He gives you a sheepish smile that nearly makes you laugh. Is this guy serious?

You shake your head, playing the part of the sweet but professional Southern gal just trying to make a dime. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got other customers waitin’ on me.” You put out a hand to him for your coin. “That’ll be $15, please.”

Since you danced clothed, it is much cheaper than a lingerie dance which is $25 while a naked dance is $30. Many of the high rollers who come in here are able to afford the lingerie and naked dances, mostly to jerk off to the dancers as they watch them. You’ve had a few do so to you, but your boyfriend doesn’t mind as long as there is cash flow.

But your customer doesn’t hand it over right away which is another normal occurrence here: bums who can’t pay or want to finesse you for a free dance…if not get you to have sex with them. You can already tell this one is looking for more than just a dance judging by the lecherous look he gives you.

“That was some dance, y’know,” he dreamily says. “I bet you’ve got all kinds of moves in the bedroom, dontcha, darlin’?”

You do your best to resist the urge to roll your eyes from under your long lashes and instead perse your red lips at him that match your short red dress with its low bodice that shows off your cleavage and the slit at the thigh. “None of which you’ll be findin’ out about,” you firmly say. “Now please, sir, just give me the–”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he chuckles, putting up his meaty hands in mock defense. “Ain’t no need to get defensive…but unless you’re offerin’, I could give you way more than just $50 if you show me how good of a little dancer you can be on top of me.” He gives you a wink and you damn near vomit. You need to get out of here before you let the chopper sing.

“Have a good night, sir,” you say, appalled, and turn on your heel to leave, but his hand on your wrist stops you. “What the hell are you doin’, you creep?” you snap.

The man yanks you back by your arm, trying to get you to come onto the bed with him. “C’mon, baby, don’t be like that,” he cackles, pawing at your wais. “Just gimme what I’m askin’ for and we can–”

“Get the fuck offa me!” you yelp, immediately snatching the bottle off of the nightstand and smacking him upside the head with it.

The man lets out an “oof” as the bottle smacks against his skull, bursting into pieces of glass that you jump away from to avoid getting cut. You watch as he falls off the bed and smacks facefirst onto the floor with a thud that will no doubt alarm the saloon.

And it does. The door barrels open and in runs Todo, the big, buff guard that your boyfriend put in charge of keeping the saloon safe. “Get your hands off of…” His rage subsides when he looks down and finds the man at your feet. “Her,” he finishes. His eyes tick up to you worriedly. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah, now I am,” you huff. You bend down to check the man’s pulse, finding it pumping. “He ain’t dead––just unconscious.” Todo looks like he wants to ask you what went down, but the sound of boots stomping up the wooden steps stops him. Your boyfriend and boss stand in the doorway, shoving Todo out of the way despite him looking like an ant compared to the guard.

Kenzo, the owner of the Blackwater Saloon, is an older, lean man with cropped, black hair, a beautiful face, and a goatee that only makes him prettier…except for his anger. “What the fuck is goin’ on up here?!” he hollers. “I’m tryin’ run a business here! Why am I hearin’ all this noise?”

Todo nods at you while shuffling into the room, acting as a wall between you and Yuri. “Why don’t you ask her?” he suggests.

Though you appreciate Todo’s protection, you know that there isn’t anything Kenzo can do to hurt you…not unless you want him to turn him in to the sheriff and his men that are for sure sniffing around for him. “What the fuck, Y/N?!” he hollers. “You killin’ my customers now?!”

“He ain’t dead, Kenzo,” you sigh. “He’s just unconscious and drunk. He tried puttin’ your girl on the bed and usin’ this bed for more than just sleepin’.” You give a Todo a subtle nod to leave and he does though he doesn’t look happy to do so.

Kenzo sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Babe,” he groans, frustrated, “this is the second time you got into it with a customer. The last one nearly got us sued!” You gape at him, pissed that he still blames you for that. “I didn’t even touch him,” you argue. “All I did was bump him when he kept gettin’ in my way and tried to corner me for a blowjob!”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Or would you rather I had done it for more business?” you hiss. Kenzo looks at you with those unnaturally blue eyes, the contacts he wears allowing him to conceal with natural eye color. “Baby, come on,” he whines, moving toward you. “You know that ain’t what I meant.”

He puts his hands on your shoulders, willing you to look at him. “You just could’ve done it in another way,” he says. “All my other dancers don’t do shit like this.” You glare up at him, even more irked. “That’s because they’re afraid of gettin’ fired,” you snap. “Kenzo, the guy tried to force himself on me. What else was I supposed to do?”

But Kenzo doesn’t look the least bit concerned with that, as usual, only thinking of himself. “Just call me or Todo next time, alright?” he sighs. “Besides, isn’t this a nicer job than workin’ at that whorehouse I found you in?” He smiles at you but it’s sharp and has a deeper meaning to it.

You resist the urge to sock him. He knows damn well he wouldn’t fire you is the fact that you not only give him pussy but you also bring in the most business because of your pretty face, “exotic” skin, and body. He cozies up to you, taking your chin into his hand. “Ain’tcha my girl?” he whispers. It is what he always asks you when you fight; something he thinks gets your panties wet when all it does is make you want to barf.

But you bite your tongue and look up at him with a smile. “Yes,” you sigh. “I’m your girl.” He smiles too, showing you all of his gold teeth, and plans a wet, tobacco-flavored kiss on your lips that makes you sick. “Good girl,” he hums. “Now back to work you go. No bein’ mean now.”

You do as he says and leave, earning a hard smack on the ass as you walk past him. You giggle fakely as you exit, finally losing your smile when you walk down the wooden steps in your black pumps to the saloon drenched in cigar smoke, whiskey, rum, and sex. Music and laughter explode from the crowded bar as you make your way to the bar where Shoko, your bartending friend, and Yuki, one of the other dancers, sit conversing.

You sit down on the stool next to Yuki with her long, blonde hair pinned up to elongate her gorgeous face and seductive eyes. “Handsy customer?” she says from behind her fan.

You nod, huffing. “Shoko!” you yell, slapping the bar. “Gimme a shot.”

The bob-haired woman with the cigarette dangling from her lips nods, bumping Choso, one of the cuties Yuri hired a month ago that Yuki has got her eye on, out of the way.

Once finished, she passes a whiskey smash–a cocktail with whiskey, mint, and plenty of cherries–to you. “Here ya go, missy,” she says and giggles when you down it. “Looks like you needed that…someone else too.”

She juts her chin at Kenzo hunkering down the steps, hollering at Maki and Mai, the dancing sister duo that the men adore so much, to end their break and get to work.

“You know, the boss has been a bit on edge lately,” Yuki says, blocking her mouth with her fan to avoid anyone eavesdropping. “I wonder if he’s havin’ money issues still. Y’know, the word is that he can’t pay for this place anymore.”

You and Shoko share a look. ‘Yeah,’ you think. ‘That’s why he’s got all these side hustles.’ Money laundering. Prostitution. Trafficking alcohol. Kenzo does it all. Hold habits die hard, you suppose. You’re the only one who knows who your boss really is.

You’re the only one who knows that he escaped prison a year before he met you and invited you to join his saloon he only opened five months ago after hiding out last year.

You’re the only one who knows that he only opened this saloon as a way to lay low from law enforcement.

You’re also the only one who knows that he pulled off one of the biggest heists ever with the help of a certain gunslinging duo that you know will show up here one of these days to collect their coin.

“Well, he gets enough business here,” you say, playing the role of the clueless girlfriend and employee. “I can’t understand why he wouldn’t have the money.” Yuki looks like she wants to respond, but a high roller sitting down next to her, much to Choso’s dismay, stops her short and she puts on the charm.

Shoko leans across the bar to you, pretending to wipe the surface down with a rag. “I can’t understand why you don’t just take the money you made and leave like you planned,” she whispers. “You’ve been at this for five months, Y/N. You’ve gotta be sick of it.”

You shake your head, passing her your shot glass for another hit. The whiskey has left a warm feeling in your gut and a buzz that you need more of. “No,” you firmly say. “Not yet.”

Shoko only thinks you want to leave this dead-end job and Blackwater for a life somewhere else. She doesn’t know your real plan or why you’ve chosen to stay for so long. ‘And it’s only a matter of time until they get here,’ you think to yourself.

That’s the only reason you decided to wait to kill Kenzo: to get to Geto and Gojo the Gunslingers. The duo that everyone across the wild, wild West seems to know and is afraid of. And you know that it is only a matter of time until they show up looking for your boyfriend who you’ll serve on a silver platter. Anything to have Geto and Gojo finally within your grasp.

And when the doors to the saloon suddenly open with a loud slam that emits startled gasps from the saloon’s customers and employees, including you, you know that they have arrived: your targets.

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Light Fingers (The Umbrella Academy)

Diego’s vigilantism brings him repeatedly across the path of a young cat burglar. But as he finds himself developing feelings for the thief, he begins to wonder if there’s more to her than meets the eye, and whether they’re really on opposite sides. And as their relationship deepens, it brings with it a plot involving his estranged adopted father, and threatens to destroy all of them.

CHAPTER 13: DARKNESS FALLS

Word Count: 2362 Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Reader Rating: T Content Warnings: swearing, references to violence (canon-typical), heavy angst, sort of spoilers for TUA season 1? Cross-posted to AO3: here

Previous Chapter: Confrontation || Masterlist

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Two weeks after your visit to the Academy, and everything that followed, a headline caught your eye as you poured coffee for a couple at the diner. ‘Eccentric Billionaire Reginald Hargreeves Under Federal Investigation. Crimes include Smuggling, Arms Dealing, Fraud’ screamed out at you in bold black print and you barely managed not to scald yourself as your hand trembled.

Your mind was racing. It hadn’t seemed real, when you were making phone calls and “visiting old friends” and whispering in the right, or wrong, ears. It was a stab in the dark, that you never expected to amount to anything. But it seemed like someone, somewhere, had listened and moved on D.S. Umbrella and your father-in-law.

A bubble of elation built up in your chest. Unable to contain yourself, you yelled out that you were taking your 15, despite the earliness of the hour, and jogged down the street to pick up a copy of the morning paper for yourself. As you scanned the article, more snippets jumped out: “midnight raid,” “suspicious and hazardous materials,” “illegal within city limits.” They also mentioned looking into his accounts, heavy investigation into recent break-ins at the warehouse that authorities suspected were to cover up evidence, and a re-examination of the adoption records for his now infamous Academy of children. That last one made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t wanted to drag Diego or his family into any of this, and certainly not risk having his world flipped upside down. Still, there was hope nothing would come of that bit, and he would never have to be involved, and everything else was well worth it.

With a giddy giggle, relieved and stunned that things were going better than you could have hoped, you tucked the paper into your bag and returned to work, feeling lighter than you had in a while.

“This is insane,” Diego said, dropping onto the couch, head in his hands and the copy of the paper you’d brought home on the table in front of him.

“Is it?” you countered, sitting down on the far end and tucking your knees up to your chest. “We knew he was up to something…”

“But not this! Why would he raise us the way he did if he was a criminal?”

“Covering his tracks maybe? Or there’s something bigger here we haven’t put together.”

“You’re not even a little surprised by this,” there was something flat to his tone.

You shrugged, knowing that he knew you too well to deny it.

“What did you do?”

“Technically, nothing.” He fixed with you a firm, unamused expression that made you sigh. “I just talked to people. Gossip, anonymous tips, that sort of thing. I didn’t really think anyone would listen.”

His jaw clenched as he struggled to reign in his anger. “Who else did you talk to?”

“A few journalists, some law enforcement that Patch put me in touch with who wouldn’t ask too many questions, some folks in my line of work. That one clearly didn’t go anywhere, or we would have heard by now, especially if there’s an investigation too.”

“Thieves?”

“No waitstaff.” You rolled your eyes.

“What for?”

“I thought...I figured if some other crews went in, free looting, it would make it harder to figure out what we took, cover our tracks some.”

“That doesn’t make sense. He already knew we were there. Y/N, what aren’t you telling me?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s done now. I’m sure nothing will happen, the authorities are probably in his pocket, and if not...Prison for someone like your father isn’t even that bad. It’s a penthouse, just one with a 24/7 guard at the door.”

Diego looked annoyed but didn’t say anything else. You bit your lip, the silence tense over the two of you.

“I’m sorry, Diego. I just thought...it seemed like a good idea at the time.”

He grunted in acknowledgement. A moment later, he stood, silently getting ready for bed, despite the relatively early hour, and went to bed without a word. You waited, fighting back tears, still curled on the couch. You didn’t expect Diego to be thrilled the way you were that something was happening with Reginald, but you also hadn’t predicted this anger.

“Y/N,” he called softly, an indeterminate time later, making you jump. “Come to bed, sweetheart.”

Things in the household felt fragile after that, even the dog could sense that both you and Diego were tip-toeing on eggshells, waiting for the outcome of the investigation, like the Sword of Damocles.

And then it dropped, with a breaking news bulletin, one that made you almost grateful that Diego had a late night at the gym. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shuddering, as you watched an all too familiar building go up in smoke.

“No one knows what, if anything, was taken by the miscreants seen fleeing the warehouse shortly before the explosion, or why they chose to destroy the structure so definitively,” the news anchor said, the rest of her words blending into a drone in the back of your mind.

At some point, you fell asleep there on the couch, waiting for Diego to come home, startled awake in the morning when the door slammed shut.

“Diego?” you asked, frowning and rising to greet him. “Are you okay?”

He laughed bitterly, shaking off your hand on his arm and stepping away. “You’re really asking me that, Y/N? After everything you’ve done?”

“What are you talking about, Diego?”

“I’m not an idiot Y/N.”

“No but evidently I am, because I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about, baby.”

“Don’t,” he growled, shaking his head again. “D.S. Umbrella. Thieves, an explosion. You’re honestly trying to tell me you had nothing to do with it?”

“I didn’t! Not...directly!” you protested. “I promised you that I wouldn’t go after him, so I called in friends who could, who would.”

“How is that any different?”

“I...you said yourself that he was dangerous, and he proved that to me. And I got scared okay? I panicked, and when I saw a solution, I took it. Torch and burn, and salt the earth seemed like a good idea.”

“And Luther? Was he part of your plan or just an acceptable casualty?”

“What do you mean?” your frown shifted from one of upset to confusion.

“Pogo called, last night. Dad sent Luther to the warehouse had he got caught in your friends’ chemical explosion. He’s lucky to be alive.”

There was a slight hitch to his voice as he spoke, and you knew that despite the years of tension between them, hearing such news about his brother had shaken Diego badly. And you hadn’t been there for him. You reached out for his hand, to comfort him as you usually would before recoiling.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was supposed to get hurt.”

Diego scoffed in disbelief, nostrils flaring angrily. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because I don’t hate your brother, and I had no reason to want that. Because your father was the one who sent him in, alone and probably unprepared even though he knew better than anyone what hazards were in there. Because I’m your wife, and I wouldn’t lie to you, not when it mattered. Because I never wanted any of this, I just couldn't sit back and do nothing.”

“Why not? And give me a straight answer this time, Y/N.”

“While you and Luther were busy getting out all your boyhood aggression or whatever, I tried to find answers just like we planned. Only instead I ended up having a nice little chat with Reginald. And he said that everything was staged, that it was an audition. That I passed. And he threatened you, and he called the Academy a failed experiment.”

“You never said anything to me.”

“I didn’t know how,” your voice was sharp, pleading. “I have even less answers than I did when we started. All I have is that your father didn’t care about you, but he did about me, for something. He was willing to let you die to test what I could do. He was okay with the idea of hurting you to keep me in line. I...I had to protect you. So I did the only thing I could think of to do.”

“We’re s-supposed to be a team.” His eyes were still dry, but you could see the pain written across his features, and you closed your eyes against the sight.

“I know,” you said softly.

“W-w-we could have figured it out t-to-tog-gether if you had ta-lked to me…”

“We tried that Diego,” you wanted so badly to reach out for him. You hated that you couldn’t. Not now. “It had us spinning in circles.”

"So you just shut m-m-me out?" His lip quivered.

“Would you have done any differently?” you gave up on even trying to keep your own emotions out of your voice, tilting your head in question as you looked at your husband, the man you loved, and said words that you knew were breaking both your hearts. “Honestly?”

He was painfully silent, lips pressed together and eyes downcast as he considered your words, and what his answer would be. Rather than let the question continue to stew, you forged onward, almost afraid of what would happen if you didn’t.

“I’m truly sorry that Luther got hurt, and glad he’ll be okay. But I still stand by what I did. It was the right choice to make. If anything, it worked out better than I had hoped.”

“H-how could you say t-tha-that?” despite his stutter there was outrage in his voice now, raising the pitch to almost a shout.

“If it’s him or you, as far as I’m concerned, there’s no choice. I’m not sorry for that.” You shrugged. “And maybe almost losing his last loyal son will be enough to get your father to back off, to rethink, stop doing...whatever it is he’s doing.”

Diego’s body tensed and his eyes narrowed to a glare, the full fury and hatred locked inside suddenly directed at you. There was no trace of the pain in his voice now and it made your blood run cold.

“Luther’s an asshole, but he’s m-y family.”

“I know that, Diego. And I know how much family means to you. That wasn’t how I—”

“You know, you’re starting to sound a lot like my father.”

You stared at him, aghast.

“You’ve been just like him this whole time, haven’t you?”

“What?” you couldn’t keep the break and horror from your voice, didn’t want to.

“All this scheming and planning. Using the rest of us as puppets. It’s all about the so-called greater good. And screw anyone that gets in your way.”

“Diego, that’s not—” You tried to pull your emotions back into check but couldn’t. Hot, desperate tears pooled in your eyes before spilling down your cheeks.

‘Not what?’ you froze to ask yourself. ‘Not fair? Not true? Isn’t it though? Wasn’t he completely right, that you and Reginald were circling each other, playing a game with each other? Lay a trap, dance away from it. Steal a piece of information, change it’s meaning. Capture a bishop, sacrifice a knight. Move and counter-move. For months now.’

“I’m going to the gym tonight,” he said, making a dismissive gesture when you remained silent for too long. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He turned on his heel, throwing a few things in a duffle bag haphazardly.

“Maybe this was a mistake,” you said quietly as you watched him pack, rooted in your spot in the living room.

“Of course it was a mistake!”

“I don’t mean things with your father or D.S. Umbrella,” you took a deep, shuddery breath. “I...I mean us.”

“What?” his voice dropped, all the anger leeching away as he hesitated in the middle of folding one of his turtlenecks.

You took a shuddering breath, “None of this would have happened if we hadn’t gotten tangled up trying to pretend we fit together, in each other’s lives.”

“Y/N. Stop.” He shook his head, words clipped and forced. “Don’t say that.”

“Say what Diego? What we’re both thinking? I love you, so much. More than I can possibly say. But...I don’t think that’s enough. I was...we were better off alone. Everyone was.”

“That’s not t-true.” He took a step toward you and you took a step back. He looked like the world had just dropped out from under him.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Please?” you begged, voice and lip trembling. “If you can say that, after everything I’ve done, after all of this, I’ll believe you. But...don’t say if it’s not true.”

“That’s it?”

“I don’t know.”

Your gut gnawed at you, the still image of the burning warehouse catching in the corner of your eye. It felt like he was going to forgive you, even for a moment, for that, for Luther, and you couldn’t fathom that. And the more you spoke, the more you found yourself meaning the words. You loved him, and he loved you, and that could only hurt.

“I should go,” he said, half-heartedly, almost asking you to stop him.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

His keys rattled as he picked them up, and the door closing behind him seemed louder than you had ever imagined possible. It felt like one of his daggers was protruding from your chest. You couldn’t breathe.

“Diego, wait!” you called shakily, throwing open the door but not quite chasing him into the hallway.

He stopped but didn’t turn around. Silence hung like a wall between you. Your tongue felt like lead. What could you possibly say to undo what you had just done?

The minutes dragged on, the silence unbroken.

With a sigh you could almost imagine wafting back to flutter over you, he started to move again, and you stood there until his back disappeared. Only when he was truly gone, did you sink to the floor.

“Goodbye Diego,” you murmured, the words trailing off into a sob.

#And No One Lived Happily Ever After. The End #I mean technically there's an epilogue and some sort of sequel but this is the 'end'#the epilogue isn't going to make things better I promise #13 is an unlucky number right? :/#how to break your reader's heart (and your own) in 2.5k or less #an essay by Shye #Light Fingers #Diego Hargreeves x Reader #The Umbrella Academy fic

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sweetbunnykook · 5 years

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Bad Guy (7)

Word Count: 4,244 // angst (infidelity), hint of smut

Mob!Seokjin X Reader X Mob!Sope

Summary: After a brutal attack in Hong Kong, your marriage with Kim Seokjin cracks as secrets begin to surface and a series of betrayals find their way into the veins of the Hidden Tigers. Although Jin’s devotion endures, in his own definition, the reality of being a mob wife may be too much for you to bear.

You loved your husband once. You yearned for his touches, his affectionate caresses that easily calmed your heart on troublesome days when you had no one to lean on. Kim Seokjin, underneath his pristine marble exterior, was someone that had ordinary dreams and ordinary needs. Despite proving himself to be worthy of his father’s seat, he spent his nights reading with you, telling you of stories his grandfather told him when he barely learned to walk.

That was the extent of his world that he lets you see. The drugs, the women, the disappearances, the killings – he wouldn’t let you get near it much less let you inquire about it unless you wanted to end up six feet under like the rest. He was adamant about keeping you in the shadows and for some time you were comfortable there. You welcomed his hand over your eyes as long as you can feel his warmth, his touch, hear his words.

Placing your hand over Jin’s eyes as he dozes off on your lap to shield the sunlight filtering through the round plane windows, you forced your mind to pull back the memories in which he’d been nothing but a kindred savior. It was with a heavy heart that you cannot remember a single moment in which your mind hasn’t been poisoned with images of other women. You can’t imagine his deep red leather jacket without thinking of how he must’ve let his mistresses slide the smooth leather off his shoulders. You can’t imagine his smile unless the person standing in front of him is not you but another woman that he made love to. The bitterness in your mouth cannot be swallowed no matter how many times you let your husband care for you – in sickness and in health – as the wedding vows say.

But are you any better? You shake your head.

What goes around, comes around; after all, marriage isn’t supposed to be easy.

Maybe Hoseok and Yoongi would also be bored once they’re done with you too. You used your position as the don’s wife to be with them, offered them expensive liquor, entertainment, friendship, and sex. Is it a crime to be selfish once in a while? Just like your husband had been?

Maybe it was the loneliness, the punishment of coming from two worlds, that left your marriage broken in half. You, the middle class nobody, and him, royalty in organized crime. Your mother-in-law was right about one thing in all the words she hissed in your ear – men do get bored.

“We will be arriving to Jeju International Airport in approximately thirty minutes.”

You look up at the intercom and then back down to your husband stirring in your lap, watching his hand slide up your arm to grasp your soft piano fingers laying over his eyes. He had the most beautiful hands in the world; long, skeletal, nails trimmed perfectly into crescent moons. Although weariness etched the sharp lines of his face, his hands remained soft, clean, and supple as you once remembered. One would not be able to see just how dirty those are just by admiring as you had. You’d convinced yourself years before that such hands cannot be the weapon behind bloodbaths and nightmares. He’d convinced you, very gradually through the years, that his fingers can easily wipe your tears away as much as they can wrap around your throat. What you’ve done with his two men can make the latter scenario easily come true.

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“Jin, please,” you exhale, burying your face in the crook of his warm, golden neck as you hold the steering wheel with one hand. The tips of your fingers on the wheel whiten when a tongue, heated and slippery, licks a stripe up your jaw and under the shell of your ear. You can feel his breath fan across your cool skin, tightening the coil deep in your belly that leaves your thighs rubbing each other. Jin acknowledges your deep exhales and soft whimpers with a low hum.

At this hour, security prowls. The school buildings are ocked from the outside, halting any activity for the day. Jin’s black Mercedes stays parked beside your dorm, hidden against the backdrop of the brick-red library building between thick ginkgo trees. A blanket of yellow gingko protects the autumn soil. His chauffeur, with a look of suppressed annoyance on his face, leans against the largest gingko tree near the library, kicking rocks into the darkness.

Jin had taken extra care to hide from peering eyes, even during late hours, knowing that there was a risk of academic expulsion lingering in the aroma of sweat and arousal. Jin could easily bribe the dean if security do happen to pass by; however, knowing how much of a goody-two-shoes you are, he’d rather avoid awakening his temper on such an important day. Letting his anger show in the early stage of the relationship isn’t the most ideal, especially for someone with multiple weapons in the trunk and a chauffeur standing outside ready to blow any skull at his command.

You aren’t sure how he was able to undo your seatbelt and drag you onto his lap, fingers roaming over every curve of your body as he brings your mouth to his. His strength comes so effortlessly that you feared he might knock you over with a single breath as if you weighed nothing but a feather. From underneath the curve of your heavy breasts to your violin hips, Jin explored, adored, embraced. It amused you that he often harbored a habit of using his strength as a fighter during the quietest, most fragile moments.

A squirrel passes through the blanket of gingko leaves outside, a rustle cutting through Jin’s low mumble. You break the kiss and cast a worried glance out the tinted windows as his hands travel up underneath the fabric of your dress. His palms, heavy of debauchery, grasp your warm thighs.

“W-We’re going to get caught.”

Jin suppresses a grin. “This is your birthday present. I took extra precautions to make sure we’re not interrupted.”

Once his hands reach between your thighs to rub your little wet pearl you flinch back, your hand on the wheel flying towards his Rolex-clad wrist to halt his probing. Even in the dark, Jin could see your face flushed as if you were bathed in summer heat, dripping innocence like sweat.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked with brows slightly furrowed, one hand stilled around your waist and another near your panties. A virgin, he realized. He should have taken you to a hotel and ordered a bottle of champagne to loosen your nerves. He could tell that although you were more than thrilled to be in his arms, you were deathly terrified of security crawling around the campus like roaches, hidden behind walls but very much alive, unfortunately.

“I-I’m sorry, I just haven’t…I mean I’ve never um,” you lift your head, daring to meet his knowing eyes, and curling back in cowardice once you feel his thumb rub small circles on your inner thighs. “I’m sorry.”

Jin smiles and removes his hands from your tense body, opting to instead trap your body between his torso and the wheel with both hands on the dashboard. His sculpted chest, hard against yours, rises and falls with deep controlled breathing. You’re temptation in the form of a woman. God, he would have given anything to hike up that cheap dress of yours around your waist and bury his cock deep in your dripping, untouched cunt. But he won’t let the evil laying dormant inside him come to life. He won’t pressure you. He will be a different person.

“Do I make you nervous?” He presses, eyes observing every micro-expression you make, hoping that he didn’t make you uncomfortable.

You shake your head, lying.

As if you haven’t answered, Jin asks again, lifting your chin. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”

You glance down at your cotton eyelet dress and then to his aristocratic nose, unable to meet his gaze when he’d just touched you in a place you haven’t explored yourself. Just the smell of his fresh cologne – the scent of pine trees and soft musk – was making your toes curl in your flats and your stomach melt. A part of you wondered if he knew how intimidating he was with his massive wealth, sculpted figure, and curt manners, but then another part of you knew he must know if you couldn’t help but act like a shy child around him.

“I’ve been saving…um…I’ve been saving it,” you bite the inside of your cheeks, “for marriage.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, you regret them. It sounded foolish, especially in the presence of a man who definitely had more than a few partners between the sheets. A spark of jealousy lights up your eyes.

Jin swallows a ball of saliva, breathing slightly deeper to keep his self-control in check. It was with utmost appreciation that he leaned forward and pressed his pillow soft lips to your forehead.

“I have to apologize…I assumed someone had already appreciated you before me…although the thought of another man touching you like this drives me crazy. I’m glad I’m your – no – I’m glad that I’ll be your first.” Jin chuckles against your skin, his warm breath inviting a fresh wave of goosebumps to rise, leaving you trembling. “I suppose this birthday present will have to wait until you marry me.”

Your fingers twist and turn on your lap. Your lungs felt like they were simultaneously filled with air and weighed down with rocks. You’re not sure if you were hot or cold, nervous or excited, filled with purity or sin as you contemplate sliding your panties down your knees and making him yours at his declaration. You longed to see his eyes burn through yours while you let him take you, feel his pulse inside and watch his lips curl. He talked of marriage with such ease that it made it seem like you were the one less committed into this odd coupling.

“I have an idea.” Jin says, holding his index finger to your lips.

You look up at him with confusion.

“Pretend it’s a candle,” he wags his finger, slightly crooked and long, over your lips. “Make a wish, as perverted as you want” – you giggle – “and I’ll make it true in the future.”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” he returns the devious sparkle in your eyes with a grin.

You rub your hands together, eyes darting across the leather and wood interior and humming a low note in contemplation. You wondered if marriage and love were the same thing, if your parent’s marriage was love or simply just a union between two people with one, basic goal. You wondered if this will be your fate with Jin.

He’s made you feel like your feet deserved to be bathed in milk and honey. He’s made you feel like your words were all he wanted to listen to and that it carried weight in which he wears around his neck wherever he goes. Your wish came easy to you; no, you will not be like your mother, or your mother’s mother, or the women that came before them. You will be happy.

‘I wish he’ll be the first and last man I’ll ever love.’

You puff your cheeks and gently blow the tip of his finger.

“What did you wish for?”

You laugh, gently patting his crimson jacket. “If I tell you, it wouldn’t come true. But I’ll say it was a very, very naughty wish.”

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“We will be landing in approximately ten minutes, please be seated and secure the seatbelt around your waist.”

Jin props himself on his elbows – yawning first – and drags the seatbelt over your waist, tugging the gray polyester to make sure it was secure. It was rather loose around your abdomen but you don’t dare complain or else he would focus his pin-sharp eyes on how much weight you lost over the past few weeks. You were on the thinner side before, but now you were on the verge of looking sickly.

Jin wipes his face with the back of his hand and quietly settles next to you, strapping himself down on the reclined chair through the same manner. The way his hands move across the belts so quickly and with accuracy – you couldn’t feel more upset with how much it reminded you of Hoseok. Here you are sitting next to your husband who is taking you on a vacation and you sit there and think about another man’s touch. How could you let yourself stoop so low?

Yet, even when shame swallows you whole, Hoseok remains in your memory. The black ropes he used to bind your wrists behind your back, leaving you helpless as he wraps the remaining length around both of your ankles and spread you apart for his enjoyment. Hoseok always had a habit of observing the most embarrassing parts of your body with the tips of his fingers; from your puckered ass to your swollen clit, to the supple swells of your slightly uneven breasts and your armpit adorned with a patch of black curls, he brushes his fingers over your skin with the gentleness of an impressionist painter. Your mercurial lover would then settle himself between your legs, fingers and lips and nose gently tugging your transparent panties to the side as he glares at your blushing cheeks with hellbent fury.

Something heavy hangs over the Hong Kong bedroom; Hoseok can ruin your body, but he couldn’t have you.

No matter how many times he restrains you, binds you to the bed, the couch, the dining table, the shower pole, it was Seokjin’s ring on your finger that will bound you for life like a prisoner chained to her crimes. One of these days, Hoseok will have to untie the rope around your heart.

“Do you remember the night I turned nineteen?”

Jin weaves his fingers with yours, thumb running over your knuckles. “When we celebrated in my car?”

You nod.

“You made a birthday wish,” Jin smiles at nothing, eyes glazed before he turns to look at the back of your head as you stare out the window to your right, watching the plane descend until you can see tall glass buildings lining the horizon. Your willingness to engage in a positive conversation for the first time since the incident pleased him.

“Did it ever come true?”

You continue staring, continuing to breathe through your nose and out through your mouth. Steady, steady.

You love him so much it leaves you gasping and panting for air. Your savior, your violent, hot-tempered lover with a heart of a boy that followed a poisoned path to survive. The man you would have married if you had met him first – your Jung Hoseok.

You turn to answer your husband. “No, I don’t think it did.”

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The path to the Jeju villa is inlaid with cobblestones and moss. The smell of salt in the air – so distinct to the Jeju beach you once loved – did more for your hyperactive nerves than Jin’s guiding arm. Two gardeners bowed on your way to the mahogany doors, heavy with geometric carvings and enamel. The brick building, reminding you so much of your old university library, felt immediately like home despite evidence of new furniture lining the garden with brown paper boxes.

Jin helps you up the front concrete stairs and you slip through the crack in the door, quickly taking in your surroundings with your breath held. Inside the house, a staircase winds up to two branches of the east and west wing containing guest bedrooms, master bedrooms, and storage closets. The downstairs living room is filled with plastic-coated furniture, no doubt abandoned while Jin worked and you were kept prisoner in Hong Kong. Your wedding photo hangs, grand and proud, above an antique vase collection. No doubt Jin’s doing.

“What do you think?” Your husband asks, brushing his hands up and down your shoulders while he maneuvered you towards a red velvet couch near the marble stairs. He sounded excited, ecstatic even.

“It’s beautiful-” you rub your palms over the upholstery – “it reminds me of our honeymoon.”

A satisfied grin stretches Jin’s face. You must’ve said exactly what he wanted to hear.

Walking towards the window, Jin tugs the curtains open and unlatches the glass doors. He lets fresh air inside, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly to savor the fresh air that he longed for back in Gangnam. This vacation will do wonders for his marriage, he can feel it in his bones.

He leans forward, one hand on the glass while the other grips the window frame. A car beeps in the distance and he watches as a Mercedes roll into the front yard, the gardeners jogging to unlatch the gates once more. He stares, eyes trained on the two men conversing in the car, continuing their conversation as they slide out of the doors. They unlocked the trunk with a flick of a wrist and throw their luggage on the floor, letting the gardeners worry about the rest.

“I forgot to mention,” he turns back to you. “I’m…what happened in Hong Kong was my fault. I didn’t provide you with the protection that I promised in my vows.”

You stay quiet. There are voices in the distance, but none you can make out. There are multiple men speaking, one louder than the rest. Who could they be?

Your husband steps behind the couch and rests his hands on your shoulders. His thumb brushes over the soft cotton straps of your white summer dress.

“I contemplated changing my men, but I assume you’re quite accustomed to having Min and Jung around.”

You tense underneath his hands, momentarily halting his words. Yet, before you can breathe properly, Jin continues speaking.

“I think you might sleep better knowing they’re around to watch our villa closely. They’ll be right below us in the basement throughout the week and in a house nearby for night-watching.”

The front door screeches as a hand pushes through the door.

“I know it can be bothersome to have them around, sweetheart. But I want you to rest safely, okay? I want you to feel protected, not suffocated.”

Jin cups your face and brings your gaze towards him. Something flickers behind his dark irises, but you can’t bring yourself to think about why the air had suddenly changed around them. It took some time before you realized your husband wanted a reaction, and so you offer him a shy nod, leaning into his hand not for affection but to hide your panicked eyes.

“Master Kim, I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

If the world can break apart and swallow you whole at this moment, you would take the chance. You tremble, scrunching your eyebrows as if you’re in pain and then releasing all tension on your shoulder to avoid Jin’s questioning gaze. It’s insane how his voice could make you crumble like a dandelion in the wind. It’s also insane that you could barely contain your heart while your husband is right behind you, his hands still on your shoulders, his eyes locked on your lovers.

Hoseok did not smile, nor did he seem to carry any expression on his usually expressive face. He nods when Jin tells him that he arrived on time.

“I hope you’re recovering well, miss.” Hoseok bows slightly in acknowledgement. You return the bow, brows scrunched as you wonder why Yoongi looked so bleak standing next to him, staring ahead at Seokjin.

“I am, thank you-“ your eyes find his through a sea of longing, “-Hoseok.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer. Hoseok’s ears purred at the sound, so sweet and melodic as he remembered.

Clapping his hands together, Jin circles around the couch and sits next to you, taking your cold, clammy hands between his large palms. He taps his feet a few times, turning his head around the grand villa with measuring eyes.

“You already know how tight I want security to be while my wife is here,” he emphasizes. Your husband sounded different as the head of the Kim family. He didn’t sound like the man you married.

“Hoseok will take the east villa and Yoongi will take the west. I’ll leave the cabin schedule up to you. I’m sure you’ve seen the blueprints and know where to stay, am I correct?”

“Yes, Master Kim,” the two men nod.

“That being said, I expect no mistakes this time. If you suspect anything report back to me immediately and move her to a safe place. I’ll permit calling for backup as long as there is a feeling for concern.”

Yoongi nods, noting your nervous glance between your fist curled in Jin’s hands and Hoseok’s steel cold gaze. He suspected that you were not aware of Jin’s plans to tighten security enough that no one enters and exits the beach without Jin’s direct permission. This was not much of a vacation but rather a method to test out security measures, test the waters to see if the Bears are bold enough to attack again. With Jin near, it would be impossible for someone to have the balls to get to him. But then again, they got to you in Hong Kong. Anything is possible at this point.

“Min?”

Yoongi’s head snaps up to meet Jin’s gaze, parting with the bruises that remain on your legs.

“Come up to my study for a bit. There are some matters I need to discuss with you.”

Hoseok stares straight ahead, bowing when Jin stands and leads Yoongi up the staircase towards the large office room in the west wing.

“Stay with her,” Jin orders with his head cocked back towards his most trusted security personnel. You look up at your husband, seeing him send a reassuring smile your way, and continue up the stairs.

It was only when the footsteps disappear at last that you could finally look at Hoseok, admire the strength radiating off his body, see the shadow of his tattoos just underneath the collar of his pressed button-down. Not much has changed in the past few weeks except for the two, deep eyebags underneath his piercing eyes. His hair is slightly longer now, falling to his angular cheekbones, a little damp with sweat and smelling faintly of cigarette smoke you imagine. You just want to wrap yourself around him, bury your face in his neck, and feel his arms around you lifting you higher and higher, until you disappear.

But you can’t. Because you’re here not as you, but as Seokjin’s wife in need of protection and peace.

Hoseok keeps his fists at his side as you tug at your hair tie wrapped around your wrist. The brown elastic snaps to attention, falling over your knuckles and laying between your fingers. You lift the accessory towards him.

“Can you help me tie my hair?” You cast your eyes down at the polished flooring. “I can’t lift my arms very well.”

At first, your lover doesn’t move. He must be upset, you thought. He must be offended, having to bow down to Seokjin in front of you.

Then, he walks up to you, taking the hair tie from your fingers on his way and settles behind the couch where you sit. His long fingers snake across your shoulders, where Jin’s hands were, and massages lightly. He brushes your hair behind your ears, watching you shudder and your breathing deepen. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes when his calloused hands rub your pulse ever so slowly.

He glanced at the front door, opened just enough that anyone passing by can simply look inside and see the boss’s wife enjoying another man’s touch. Gardeners scramble across the front lawn, a car beeps, luggages are dropped; chaos, chaos, chaos.

“I thought of you constantly,” you whimper when Hoseok places a tender kiss just underneath your left ear. He weaves his fingers through your hair, brushing the strands back him. “I missed you.”

He gathers your hair in one hand, holding the short strands in a fist. “Did I ruin your marriage?”

Hoseok pulls your hair through the elastic band, twisting the band twice and pulling through once more to tighten its hold. His hand stays still on the nape of your neck, holding you, keeping you grounded.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

You shake your head once more, exhaling. “No, Hobi.”

“Tell me what you want.”

Your lips part but no words come out. There is no sound, no tender words, no reassurances. The ring on your finger glistens in the golden hour.

You can’t bring yourself to make a choice.

Not when Jin smiled at you as he made up the stairs like the day you married him. Not when Yoongi stands next to the man you love, looking worried enough to faint while you barely noticed the fresh needle marks on his arm. You couldn’t bring yourself to be selfish. Not here, not now.

You’re not truly sure when you can tell Hoseok you love him, that you choose him, that you can’t bear the thought of being with anyone else.

But you trust that Hoseok knows, deep down.

That’s all you can hope for after all.

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Masterlist Part One

Hi All!

Here is Part One of my Masterlist (since apparently I have written too much to put in one post!)

Part Two can be found HERE!! And again at the bottom of this post if you’re making your way through!

Updated 09/04/2021

One Piece:

Straw Hats & Multiple Characters:

Sleeping Patterns

With a crewmate that can turn in to a sea dragon

On an Easter Egg Hunt (Feat Arayya)

Pillow Fights

April Fools Day

Arayya (One Piece OC):

General Headcanons

General Headcanons Part 2

Arayya on Kid’s DF power

Straw hats thoughts on Arayyas books

Scars

Arayya x Law: Melting

On an Easter Egg Hunt

Writing, Opinions on Law and General info

Kid x Arayya: Pull

Music associations

Fluff Alphabet - H, J, K

Arayya x Law: Books

Basil Hawkins:

Kissing Headcanons

With an overly affectionate S/O

Relationship Headcanons

Bellamy:

Fluff Headcanons

With an S/O that saves him from Dellinger

Fluff Alphabet - Y, O, J

Brook:

General Fluff Headcanons

Cuddling with a short S/O

Helping his S/O with period pains

NSFW Alphabet - C, E, G, I

With an S/O that cleans his face

With an S/O that shows him panties she isn’t wearing

With an S/O who loves to kiss him

With an S/O who learns piano so they can duet

With an S/O who gets turned in to a toddler

With an S/O who wants to take a bath with him

With an S/O who has a fear of silence

With an S/O who is a relation of his old captain

With a Forensic Anthropologists S/O

Buggy the Clown:

NSFW Alphabet - C, E, G, I

Helping his S/O with period pains

With an S/O Headcanons

Cavendish:

NSFW Alphabet - D, F, G, W

Charlotte Amande:

NSFW Headcanons

Charlotte Cracker:

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O who gets injured by Mama

Getting Jealous of Mont D’Or

Getting Jealous over his S/O

Charlotte Galette:

NSFW Headcanons

Charlotte Katakuri:

Katakuri x Reader: Soulmate AU

With an S/O seeing his face for the first time

With a worried S/O after his fight with Luffy

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O that is insecure about their body

With an S/O who is hunted for being a witch

With an S/O that gets kidnapped

With an S/O that can control their size

With an S/O who wakes him with a blowjob ( NSFW )

With an S/O who gets injured by Mama

With an Oni Fiancee

Saving a Dragon shape shifter

With an S/O who cares for injured animals

Overhearing his shy S/O singing a flirty song

With an Oni wife (cont of Oni Fiancee)

With an S/O who is usually calm but can kick ass

With an overly affectionate S/O

With an S/O who loves it when he gets turned in to an animal

With an Oni wife and baby (cont of Oni Wife)

Getting a crush

Word Prompt - Ice, Heart, Night

Word Prompt - Flower, Heart, Rain

Word Prompt - Night, Cake, Bathing

Word Prompt - Hand, Heat, Stone

Katakuri x Reader - Fangs

Ticklish Headcanons

Word Prompt - Glass, Sun, Hail

Katakuri with an S/O who has a mask with his teeth on

With an S/O that gets too close

A Letter From: Katakuri

Charlotte Mont d’Or:

With a Witch S/O

Fluff Headcanons

Charlotte Perospero:

NSFW Alphabet - K, C, V, O

NSFW Alphabet - L, I, C, K

Fluff Alphabet - D, L, O, P

With a nervous/shy S/O

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O who hides their sketchbook from him

With an S/O who gets injured by Mama

With an S/O meeting his family for the first time

Comforting an S/O after a nightmare

Fluff Headcanons

Chu:

Chu Headcanons

Caesar Clown:

Word Prompt - Heart, Gold, Silver

Coby:

NSFW Alphabet - B, M, O, A

With an S/O who slaps his butt in front of the crew

Relationship headcanons

Word Prompt - Heart Emoji, Blood, Gold

Corazon:

NSFW Headcanons

With a Quail Devils Fruit user

Little!Law calling Coras S/O mom

Ticklish headcanons

Word Prompt - Gold, Cloud, Bloom

With an S/O suffering from depression

Crocodile:

With an S/O who wakes him with a blowjob ( NSFW )

With an S/O that likes to tease him

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

Apologising to an S/O after hurting their feelings

With an S/O comforting a lost child

With an S/O who likes to snuggle up in his coat

Going camping!

Word Prompt - Snow, Night

Word Prompt - Bone, Snow, Heart

Emoji Prompt - Confessing, Soft, Breakup

With an S/O who has a secret pet Bananawani

Angst Prompt - 3 & 10

Word Prompt - Blood, Wood, Glass

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Awkward - G/N Reader

Donquixote Doflamingo:

With an S/O half his size ( NSFW )

With an S/O who isn’t afraid of him

With an S/O who loves him unconditionally

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O who wakes him with a blowjob ( NSFW )

Purchased as a slave

With an S/O who becomes a criminal to free him

Relationship Headcanons ( SFW & NSFW)

What Doflamingo looks for in an S/O ( NSFW )

Comforting an S/O after a nightmare

Fluff Alphabet - S, K, C

Finding out his S/O is hiding a dog

Emoji Prompt - Drunk

Dracule Mihawk

With an S/O that gets kidnapped

With an S/O who is a domestic goddess

NSFW Alphabet: C, K, A, Z

With an S/O that gives up being a noble for him

Fluff Alphabet - C, L, K

Finding out his S/O is blind

With a oblivious/shy S/O

Eustass Kid

Reacts to his crush seducing someone else

With an S/O who has a Rapping D/F Ability

Dealing with and confessing his romantic feelings

Kid x Arayya: Pull

As a Parent

Dealing with a Reckless S/O

Kid x Reader: Wet

Kid x Reader: Wet Part Two

Overhearing his shy S/O singing a flirty song

Kid x Reader: Apology ( NSFW )

Kid & Killer Friendship Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet - C, J, R, V, X

Being rescued by an S/O

With an S/O who is usually calm but can kick ass

Getting Jealous over his S/O

Childhood Headcanons

Cuddling headcanons

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

Fluff Alphabet - F, M, Y

Fluff Alphabet - H, O, T

What Kid looks for in a crew mate

With a sick S/O

With an S/O that goes away for a while

How they act when they’re drunk

Word Prompt - Rust, Bone, Twist

Word Prompt - Bone, Wild

Emoji Prompt - Kiss, Random, Confessing

Kissing Headcanons

Accidentally hurting his S/O in a fight

Drunk Kid visiting his S/O

Word Prompt - Sand , Bloom

Word Prompt - Hail, Stone, Wild

Emoji Prompt - Drunk, Jealousy

Crying Headcanons

Kid x Reader: Caring

Ticklish headcanons

“It’s Just a Bruise” - Sentence Prompt

Angst Prompt 4 - Argument

Angst Prompt 10 - Crying

With a Mechanic S/O who’s inventions keep blowing up

Word Prompt - Glass, Grass, Heart

With an S/O that gets too close

Winter Event: Gift - Awkward - Female Reader

With a usually serious S/O who loves cute things

With a crush that tends to their wounds

Galdino (Mr 3)

SFW & NSFW Headcanons

Word Prompt - Moon, Soot, Bone

Gladius

Getting jealous over his S/O

Hatchan

With his mermaid S/O

Heat

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Fluff - G/N Reader

Izo

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Fluff - Female Reader

Kaido:

Adopting a daughter with a dragon DF power

Kaido’s Daughter HC cont

Kaku:

With a workaholic S/O

Kalgara:

Noland x Kalgara Headcanons

Killer:

Kid & Killer Friendship Headcanons

Being rescued by an S/O

With an S/O who loves it when he gets turned in to an animal

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

With a sick S/O

Word Prompt - Moon, Wave, Mountain

With an S/O who also wears a mask

Killer x Reader: Romance

Word Prompt - Rain, Stone, Thunder

Having a wet dream about his fem!S/O (Mild NSFW)

Confessing to his crush

A Letter From: Killer

Killer x Reader: Romance

Finding out his S/O is in a band

With a usually serious S/O who loves cute things

Visiting his crush while drunk

Killer x Reader: First

Little things he loves about his S/O

Kuzan:

NSFW Alphabet - C, E, G, I

Fluff Alphabet - I, C,E

Marco

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

With an S/O who can control their size

Reacting to Cosplay

Overhearing his shy S/O singing a flirty song

Word Prompt - Blood, Storm, Hand

Word Prompt - Night, Cake, Bathing

Word Prompt - Blood, Bone, Hand

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Fluff - Female Reader

Monkey D Luffy:

Luffy BFF Headcanons

With an S/O that has a DF power that makes them feel like a monster

Attraction and Need in an S/O

With an S/O that runs out of Chocolate

With a shy S/O in a bikini

With an S/O who has Epilepsy

With a crew member who is an Alien

As Asexual

Getting turned in to a girl by a DF User

Running in to his Ex

NSFW Alphabet - C, J, R, V, X

What he looks for in an S/O

With a daughter who eats too much halloween candy

Word Prompt - Blood, Hand, Wild

Crying Headcanons

With an S/O who is depressed

Ticklish headcanons

Mont Blanc Noland:

Noland x Kalgara Headcanons

Nami:

Fluff Alphabet - D, K ,Y

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waywardnerd67 · 5 years

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Together

Title: Together Square Filled: Free Space Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut Summary: Sam is struggling after a hunt goes wrong. (Y/N) sees a prime opportunity for her and Dean to help him in more ways than one. Word Count: 2261 Created for: @spnkinkbingo

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The car ride back to the motel was silent. They had just finished killing a pack of werewolves that were luring kids and teens to joining them. The youngest member of the pack was a boy around the age of ten who had (Y/N) pinned down his teeth just barely grazing her neck before Sam shot him with a silver bullet.

Taking out monsters was a rough life but killing a kid who was a monster was unimaginable. Sam just kept his sad hazel eyes on his blood cover hands from when he pick up the kid’s body to put it on the pyre. Even Dean could see how hard his little brother was taking this hunt keeping the radio off and constantly glancing over to him.

The Winchesters knew better than anyone else how this life could lead you down a dark path within your own mind. The constant bloodshed, bodies and nightmares that plagued both of them was something no one could relate to not even other hunters. Their lives had been harder than anyone else’s however it did not keep them from doing the job that needed to be done.

Arriving back to the motel, (Y/N) and Dean cleaned up first, giving Sam some time alone. Normally, the couple would fool around in the shower to let off some energy, but it was different tonight. Dean ran his hands over her body helping wipe away the nastiness that came with the hunt. There was nothing sexual about his touch still it was intimate. His arms wrapped around her as he put a towel around her and they walked out to see Sam still sitting in the same spot not moving until he knew they were by their bed.

“Something isn’t right, (Y/N).” Dean whispered as he heard the shower turning on.

She nodded slipping on a pair of her sleep shorts and a tank top. “This hunt was a bad one but especially for Sam. Having to kill a kid… I can’t even imagine what is going on inside his head.”

(Y/N) watched as Dean pulled his boxers up his long legs followed by a pair of sweatpants. Sam was coming out of the bathroom fully dressed in his pajamas when Dean was slipping his t-shirt on. Dean turned on the TV settling it on an old rerun of Law and Order. She was nestled between his legs, her back resting comfortable against his chest as his arms encircled her waist.

She glanced over to Sam who was blankly staring at the TV his body tense and rigid. She got up from her spot on the bed and sat over on Sam’s bed. “Sam are you okay?” she asked concerned for her best friend.

His eyes slowly made it up to hers and she could see he was barely holding on to keep it together. Her heart broke for him as she heard his quivering voice, “I’m fine.”

(Y/N) knew it was not true and all she wanted to do was hold him tight to make him feel better. She looked over to Dean whose eyes were filled with worry. She crawled into Sam’s bed and slipped her arms around his waist snuggling into his side. She hooked one legs over his and pressed her ear to his chest hearing his heart beating rapidly.

“(Y/N), w-what are you…” he was holding his arms up making sure he was not touching her, and panic was filtering on his face. His eyes snapped up to Dean who was chuckling.

“It’s fine Sammy, you can snuggle her. There is nothing more comforting than (Y/N)’s snuggles.” He said as Sam slowly lowered his arms down on her.

She laughed, “Damn right and don’t you forget that Winchester. Neither of you.”

(Y/N) sighed contently as Sam finally relaxed against her holding onto her tightly. He scooted down to lay on the bed and she felt his hard length against her leg. A small gasp escaped her lips as his cheeks burned, “Sorry… I-I can’t…”

“Jesus Sam, what you got in there an anaconda?!” she said jokingly looking up at his embarrassed face.

“Shut up.” He muttered scooting away from her, but she only moved closer to him.

(Y/N) looked over to Dean who was watching the interaction closely his olive eyes dark. “Dean?” she asked as he nodded.

A few weeks back while the three of them were at a bar, they noticed Sam turning down every advance from a woman that came his way. He never hooked up with anyone always stating there was no point to it he always just left in the end. (Y/N) that night told Dean she was felt bad for him wishing there was something she could do for him. That is when Dean had come up with an idea that at the time sounded ridiculous but now made all the sense in the world to her.

“Go on (Y/N).” Dean encouraged her as she looked back over to Sam who was confused.

(Y/N) straddled Sam’s waist hovering over him as his hazel eyes were wide with disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked as she lean down her hand running through his soft, long chestnut hair.

“Sammy, it’s okay. I think you need this, and I want too.” She whispered just as her lips pressed against his.

Kissing someone who was not Dean felt weird. Sam’s lips were thinner yet just as soft as his brother’s. At first Sam’s lips were still until she gently sucked on his lower rolling her hips over his length. He grabbed her hips rolling (Y/N) on her back then getting off of the bed completely.

He was pacing touching his lips with his fingertips then looked to Dean wide eyed. “Seriously, what is going on right now? Are you two possessed by demons or under a spell?”

(Y/N) and Dean both chuckled. Dean got up standing next to his brother as (Y/N) leaned up on her elbows keeping her body stretched out on the bed. Sam looked over when Dean placed his arm around his shoulders.

“Sammy, we know you’re lonely and you’re too much of a nice guy to just sleep around with random women. You need someone to be with, someone who can carry some of the burdens this life has in it. Believe me, I didn’t think I needed anyone either until (Y/N) came along and now I don’t know how I survived without her.” His loving olive eyes locked with hers as she smiled up at him.

Sam sighed the sadness returning in his eyes, “You’re right, I am lonely. However, I won’t bring someone into this life just because it will help make me feel better at night.”

Dean nodded, “I know you won’t and that is why (Y/N) and I talked about both of us being with her.”

(Y/N) thought Sam’s jaw was going to hit the floor in shock, “Come again?”

She stood up taking a hand from each of them, “I would be with both of you. Dates, hunts, snuggling, sex, whatever either or both of you need and vice versa for me. I love you both. My feelings for both of you run deeper than you could describe with just one word.”

Dean stepped back as she moved forward towards Sam taking his other hand in hers. “T-This won’t just be a one-time deal?” He asked shyly.

“No, this is a forever deal. The three of us together always for one another.” Dean said stepping behind (Y/N) leaning down kissing her neck.

She ran her hands down Sam’s chest to waist. Looking up at him through her long lashes she gently stroked his hard length over his sweatpants. She asked, “So what do say Sammy?”

His hands were on either side of her face in flash bringing her lips up to his harshly. Her back pressed against Dean’s chest as Sam sandwiched her between the two of them. His tongue exploring her mouth as Dean’s lips traveled over her shoulder. (Y/N) was still stroking Sam’s cock and reached behind her to feel the familiar hardness of Dean’s.

She felt him leading them towards the bed. As Sam’s large hands cup her breasts as his mouth left a trail of wet kisses down her neck. “Oh… god.” She moaned as he sucked on her nipple through her tank top.

(Y/N)’s hands traveled the length of Sam’s lean body and gathered into his soft hair. Pushing her nipple harder against his tongue that was lapping over it. She felt Dean’s hands pulling down her panties and shorts as Sam’s hands went up into her tank top pulling it over her head.

“Fuck.” The brothers said at the same time making (Y/N) giggle.

She turned around in Sam’s arms seeing Dean with his thick cock in his hands. Bending over, she pulled his boxers down his long bowlegs and pressed her ass firmly against Sam’s cock. He immediately reacted by snapping his hips against her pushing her further over Dean.

“Dean, baby, are you alright with just my mouth?” she asked breathlessly as Sam gripped her hips grinding against her slowly.

The smile on Dean’s lips was beautiful as he nodded, “Of course sweetheart. First, Sammy I think you should taste her. She will ruin you forever with how she taste.”

Her eyes widen slightly watching Dean’s eyes lowers as his brother knelt behind her. His warm breath on her ass cheek and she let out a strangled cry feeling his flatten tongue against her entrance. “Sam!”

“Dean, you were right. I could spend forever down here.” He said licking over her a few more times her legs trembling from holding back her release. “Come on (Y/N), come for me.”

She cried out as one of Sam’s long fingers pushed inside of her making pleasure flood throughout her body, “Holy fuck… S-Sam!”

Sam kissed her ass cheek, she could feel smile chuckling against her skin. That is when she looked up seeing Dean blown dark eyes staring at her. She wiggled her finger, so he would slide down the bed closer to her.

“Dean Winchester I need that cock in my mouth now.” She demanded earning his traditional smirk.

He held the tip to her lips rubbing it against them as she ran her tongue over it. His salty taste making her mouth water for more. Her jaw slacked slightly feeling Sam running the tip of his cock over her slick lips. Her body was now buzzing with anticipation from them both being within her.

“Now.” Dean said lifting his hips slight to push himself into her mouth while Sam pushed inside of her slowly from behind.

The groan rumbling from her chest had Dean gripping her hair to bring himself further in her mouth. “Fuck sweetheart, your mouth feels so good. God, keep moaning against my cock.” Dean grunted as she slow got into the same rhythm Sam was thrusted into her.

Feeling both of them was an experience she could not describe. Dean was heavy on her tongue while Sam was hitting spots she never knew existed within her. As Sam’s pace picked up, (Y/N) began bobbing her head along Dean’s shaft.

Sam’s grip on her hips was almost painful as he was trying to keep control. She come off Dean’s cock with a pop resting her forehead against his thigh. “Sammy, stop holding back. I need you… please Sammy.”

(Y/N) pushed back onto him hard as he grunted, “Fuck!” as if a gun went off signaling the start of a race Sam took off. He was mercilessly slamming into her making her call out his name repeatedly.

She stroked Dean’s length before bringing him fully in her mouth again. He hissed lifting his hips to hit the back of her throat. The Winchesters were using her body in beautiful ways and she could feel the coil deep with her ready to snap. That is when Sam slammed into her calling out her name coming deep within her.

“Shit, shit, shit (Y/N)!” he pumped into a few more times before pulling out of her. She heard their bed behind him creaking as he fell down onto it.

Dean quickly pulled her mouth off of him and brought her up his body. Rolling on top of her with ease entering her the familiar stretch of his cock almost being too much. “Fuck sweetheart, I need to come so bad.” He grunted into the crook of her neck.

“Oh god… Dean, I’m so close.” She wrapped her legs around him as her fingers dug into the strained muscles of his back.

He was thrusting into her at a pace she could not keep up with. His hips snapped against hers and soon she was crying out his name as waves of immense pleasure overwhelmed her. She felt him twitching within her as he came deep in her while her body was trembling uncontrollably.

“Holy… shit boys.” She panted hearing chuckles from them both, “Sam get your fine ass over here and snuggled with me.”

Dean slowly pulled out her as she whimpered but then felt Sam’s warm, naked body against her backside wrapping his arm around her waist. Dean slid down entwining their legs while resting his head on her bare breasts. Their warm bodies and steady breaths lulling her into a deep sleep but not before hearing Sam say.

“Thank you.” Quietly he whispered into the crook of her neck. That night was the first night any of them truly slept restfully.

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readyleddysworld · 6 years

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Guilt - ONEWE (MAS) Dongmyeong

Words: 3735 words

Characters: Son Dongmyeong x Y/N feat. Kang Hyun/Kang Hyung Gu

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: He did it for his dream, he strives for his love...

NOTE: I’m posting this earlier ‘cause I’m not sure when I’ll be able to:’( Also, please support ONEWE and ONEUS. They’re really talented and worth to stan. Also, this story is basically telling Son Dongmyeong’s story to all of you (minus Y/N). A starters to everyone why you guys should support him and why he and his friends needs your support. Plus if the name Son Dongmyeong sounds familiar to you guys, it’s because he’s been on Produce 101 Season 2 then on The Unit that same year. If your a Wannable, you might see him chatting and sitting with Wanna One Park Jihoon on SOPA 2017-18 Graduation. Even though Myeongie’s a ‘00 liner, he debuted earlier and had his graduation w/ Jihoon and the rest of ‘99 liner students.

Note 2: YES MNET LIED WHEN THEY SAID BAE JINYOUNG WAS THE ONLY ‘00 LINER IN PRODUCE 101 SEASON 2

Your best friend Dongmyoeng, was always cheerful and energetic. You too, considering that's how you guys became best friends in the first place. But with Dongmyeong, you always find yourself exhausted after the day ends.

You guys first met during elementary school. You were once known as the shy and quiet girl in your class. Constantly getting attention only because of your family background. And also there's your older brother, Hyungu, who was fairly famous for being considered as a musical genius at a young age and was also fairly famous around the campus.

"Hi, I'm Son Dongmyeong, pleased to meet you guys!!!" an overly energetic guy in front of the class suddenly rang one day during a sunny Wednesday morning on your 3rd grade.

"Now class, I want you all to be kind and be-friend Dongmyeong here, ok?" the teacher said, delighted of the overflowing energy of the said kid.

"Yes, Ma’am!” You heard your classmates say, to which you followed awkwardly.

"What was that? Y/N’S a weirdo~!" A girl sitting in front of you suddenly teased you once more.

You were once again on the brink of tears when the transfer student suddenly greeted you.

"Hi~!"

"H-huh?" Words suddenly so hard to come out of your mouth.

"The teacher said, I'd be your seatmate for the rest of the school year." He gladly said showing his bright smile to you once more. But in both awkwardness and shyness, you couldn't answer him. Instead, you chose ignore him and faced the other way.

/"Hey, Y/N, let's go eat lunch together."

/"Y/N, I bought the magazine I told you about."

/"Ya~Ya~ Y/N, why is your hair so long?"

He both annoyed and teased you; you couldn't help yourrself but to hate him.

“Hahaha, that's so weird!" you laughed aloud at your older brother as he tried to bathe his poor dog.

"Sh-shut up, you haven't even washed your hair for 3 straight days." He said as he struggled on his dog.

"Hyunnie, it’s Christmas break, let me be. I feel so lazy washing my hair." You once again laughed.

"Waah, so Y/N doesn't wash her hair?" You heard a familiar guy behind you. You instantly froze and couldn't face the guy. 'Please don't let it be him' you silently wished.

"Myeongie. Perfect timing, I really really need your help." Hyungu said that made you want to burry yourself 6 ft. below the ground.

...and that whole day, you couldn’t even bring yourself to come out of your house, no, your bedroom because of embarrassment.

"There, all done." You heard Hyungu shout downstairs, to which you sighed relief to.

"Haha, thank you, really Myeongie.” You heard Hyungu laugh.

"That's ok, Hyung. By the way, where's Y/N? I haven't seen her come out ever since I arrived." You heard him say to which you froze.

"Haha, that brat? She's upstairs, probably on suicidal stage because of embarrassment." Your older brother joked.

"Haha, why? I find it cute though." Myeongie said that made you blush.

‘No, no. Y/N, you should stop eavesdropping now.' you convinced herself as you decided to continue reading Kimi Ni Todoke.

Later that night, you heard Hyungu knock on your door. You lazily opened it, and got back to your comfy bed.

"What is it?" you said, now back on your phone.

"Myeongi said he wanted to you to be his History partner for your upcoming reporting next month." He straightforwardly said, you almost couldn't believe what he actually said to you.

"Wha-what?" You said, now attention purely on him.

"I meant what I said." He coolly said, turning his back on you, as if he was Uchiha Sasuke or something. Probably on high mode again, you joked.

"Do it, if you don't want embarrassment befall you at school." He now said, to which you now doubt if he was truly her brother or was some kind of character he plays on some mobile games he lately became addicted to. "Or, you could try hearing my new compositions." He grinned from ear to ear. Now, that was your older brother, alright.

"Sure, sure." You laughed.

"..and Y/N? You’re older brother wasn't joking." Hyungu suddenly said taking you aback.

"O-ok..." You answered knowing full well you’re clearly defeated by both Hyungu and Dongmyeong at this point.

...little did you know that guy would change your, from a timid little girl to a hyperactive girl you really were. That Dongmyeong could actually bring out the real you in front of everyone. He was able to get that nervousness you get when meeting new people out your chest.

Though, behinds his playful antics, he had that beautiful talent you truly admire of; his singing. The first time he told you he was planning in joining the band Hyungu was forming, you laughed. And with laugh I mean, rolling on the floor laughing your heart out as your eyes starts to water due to laughing too much.

Yes, that's how you truly couldn't believe he could actually sing. Well, how could you? YOU’RE also cheerful and playful, but you couldn't sing. You COULDN'T even sing an actual song properly without someone (usually your circle of friends) laughing at you and force you to stop singing whenever they would sing in a karaoke. Heck, you can't even read notes properly like how your older brother does it. Well, you guessed, it was really as what they say—don’t just the book by it’s cover.

Actually, scratch that; you can't even read notes properly like how well your family does it. Yep, that's right, you grew up in a family loving music. Both your parents was in a band together when were in their school days. Even now, though your parents are now loyal servants of the law (your mother being a lawyer, and father being a respected police officer) they still can't deny their love for music.

Of course, your mother comforted you about your singing, saying some things like 'you ARE a great singer and just needs a little boost and practice to enhance your skills'. But, even though your mother told you that, you still couldn't possibly believe her words,

What? Just because your mother says your beautiful, doesn’t mean you really are.

Yeah, exactly, that's why your singing really helped you lower your self-esteem a little. Just a little bit. Just a teannie meannie little tiny bit, as you would jokingly say once Dongmyoeng asked you about it. After all, you can always use it as a joke to make your friends laugh.

...just like how Dongmyeong would always make you laugh; through his silly personality. He would always make sure your happy and smiling.

"And now, we will be picking the top 2." you heard BoA say through Yerim watching PD101s2 on your smartphone.

You guys were now on your bedroom on a slumber party for Yerim’s cousin, Rima who will be transferring to the city to start anew as a trainee at a famous company.

"Is that Producing?" Rima said, as she walked over where Yerim was.

"PD101s2?!" Your eyes gleamed in delight at the thought of seeing your best friend on TV--well not exactly TV as it is on the phone—reader, you get it-.-

"Ye-yeah..." Yerim said, avoiding your gaze.

And as you approached them, both Rima and you noticed Yerim slowly hiding your phone.

"What's wrong?" You asked your best friend.

"J-just..." Yerim said and averted her eyes from you.

"What suspense is this?! Just give it. It's hers anyway." Rima laughed and took Yerim phone from her cousin. However, as soon as she got a hold of it, she suddenly had the same expression as Yerim.

"Wh-what?" You laughed and took back your phone.

And as soon as you got a hold of the phone, you almost regretted taking it.

Scanning the people on the 60 chairs, you trembled and you could have swear your eyes were beginning to water.

'No, why is there no Dongmyeong?” you thought as you bit your lip, and lightly tapped your right foot in confusion on what to do.

Though, before you could think properly again, your feet suddenly moved on their own and took you to a route you—let’s just say, very familiar to.

...on your phone, you could hear BoA' words .

"Trainee Park Jihoon!"

Just giving you more energy than you needed to run.

"Son Residence"—It read.

You wasted no time and entered the house as if it was the most normal thing to do.

"Y/N?" Dongju called you from the kitchen.

Dongju was Dongmyeong’s twin brother.

You were no stranger from the family at all. The family treated you as their own, as you to them. You were like a family member that entering the house was like going home to your own. You wouldn't knock as has been so comfortable with the family.

"Dongju..." You greeted as you try to catch your breath.

"Well, this is a first..." his twin laughed as he continued, "You never visited this late at night before."

"Where’s Dongmyeong?" You asked as you tried to catch your breath.

"What are you talking about? He's still in P*j*, remember?" Dongju laughed as he accidentally glanced over the your phone, Park Jihoon saying his 'Thank You' speech.

Dongju’s expression changed and his voice turns into worry.

"He's upstairs." He said and looked upstairs to Dongju’s room in worry. You quickly thanked Dongju before you quickly ran upstairs to where his bedroom would be.

You knocked on his door three times.

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

There was no response; instead, you heard the noise of his TV inside.

"National Producers, please take care of us~" you heard the whole trainees said.

Scare and worry surrounds you as thoughts of Dongmyeong probably committing suicide got the better of her. All possible scenarios on your mind.

And with that in mind, you quickly opened his door, thanking the Gods it wasn't locked.

"Dongmyeong!” You shouted as you opened the door.

When you opened the door, fear filled your at the thoughts that your fears might come true.

Darkness filled his bedroom, the only source of light being his TV as IP101s2 plays. Dongmyeong was on his bed, sitting half of his body laid sideways, watching Producing with life seemingly have left his eyes.

“Dongmyeong!” you once more yelled as you approached him.

“Ah! Y/N~” he greeted you with a smile. READ: tried to smile.

“I-I thought you were trying to kill yourself.” You said in between her heavy breathing, as she slowly walked towards him.

“Me? Committing suicide? Why would I do that?” he laughed like his usual self. But that smile quickly dropped when he saw your phone playing and quickly pulled you by the waist and hugged your whilst he sits, burying his face on your tummy.

He’s actions surely puzzled you, but you quickly shrugged it off and tried to comfort him, hugging him back at the process.

“When did you come back? Why didn’t you inform me?” you suddenly bursted. As far as you knew, only the eliminated trainees are allowed to come back home. In addition, it hadn’t been clearly stated from the program that he had been eliminated. So, why? Why would her best friend hide this important thing from her?

“Geez! One question at a time!” he laughed, still hugging you. “I like hugging you like this~~” he sighed, almost feeling contented.

As much as you love him being a cutie, you shouldn’t at this moment. You weren’t having any of this uwu, when you clearly know he was just trying to change the topic.

“Dongmyeong!”

Dongmyeong was acting like his usual self again. However, that smile quickly dropped when he saw his best friend’s phone.

“So you’ve watched it?” he now laughed awkwardly as he averted his eyes from you.

You knew this look too well. Regret, sadness, and…guilt. Dongmyeong was never like this, well at least not in front of everyone. So far aside from you and his twin, no one saw him like this, Dongmyeong told her once after he failed the music class he loves so much, due to bribery at his middle school. Of course, You saw him a couple of times like this too, even before they were in middle school. But this time, it’s a little different.

“I’m sorry, I failed you.” He said bitterly as he looked down, seeing his still injured leg. He got it after getting injured recording the music video for the show’s theme song, ‘Nayana’. Even though he only got the rank F for his lack of dancing skills, he tried his best in dancing the theme song. Even though he didn’t get as much screen time as the center, he tried his best in dancing. And the result? He’s injured leg. He danced too much, that he accidentally gained a very bad injury.

“Failed?” you said as you pulled away from his hug and held his chin upwards making him look up your way.

You hated seeing him like this. Blaming himself for everything when he clearly didn’t do anything wrong.

“Hey, listen to me, Myeongie.” You said as he looked at him in the eyes. “It wasn’t your fault, you got eliminated. You did your best in all of the missions given. You were amazing out there.” You continued, finally letting the pride go for your friend. You said the compliments you’d rather die than let him know of.

“Y/N, but I still failed! I failed you, my family…” he trailed as he hugged you as how he hug you earlier. “I failed MAS.” He self-pitied.

“Who cares? Who cares if you failed? Dongmyeong, you almost lost your leg just to chase that stupid dream of yours!” you also started crying.

“Hey! It’s not a stupid dream!” he retorted.

“Not stupid?! You even tried to dance, Dongmyeong! Everybody in class knows you can’t dance, yet you still went there; just to promote MAS!” you yelled that made the lad wide-eyed. “You don’t know how worried I was when you left. How much I wanted you not going there. I didn’t want you to go. F*ck, I didn’t even know how long you were going to be there! But, all for that dream, that dream…” you paused, droplets of tears forming. “If I had known this would happen, I should’ve stopped you…” you now cried, making you surprised. Suddenly, she heard Dongmyeong burst out laughing.

“What? Why?” you asked completely puzzled.

Dongmeong suddenly pulled you closer and hugged you tighter, trying to hide his face. READ: blushing face.

But all of a sudden, he stopped laughing and look sideways, his face still not clear because of the dark surroundings. But thanks to the light the TV radiated, you could make his face clear. His happy face and his ears gleaming red.

“W-what?” you stuttered, suddenly embarrassed of your actions. Dongmyeong once again buried his face on your stomach, this time around, added to your embarrassed.

“S-stop! If your laughing at my belly—ugh!” You blushed. Well, you couldn’t deny it. You certainly have belly fats, but you swear it’s not that big.

“What should I do?” Dongmyeong suddenly said and looked up at you, he’s face now clear red.

“What?” You answered confused, now blushing at how cute Dongmyeong looked.

“My heart’s beating so fast for you, right now.” You confessed as he once again buried his face on your stomach as he pulled you closer into a tight hug.

“Dongmyeong?” You say his name out of confusion. Though you already got a clue on what he meant, but without much knowledge, you couldn’t do anything, but to wish it were true. Because if it is, you’d gladly say you felt the same. Not for the 2 months that he was gone, not the years of being with him, but for the eternity of being with him, as cliché as it may sound.

‘On the other hand, why would he even like me?’ You thought.

“I love you, Y/N. But with what you’re doing right now, I might fall even harder.” Dongmyeong confessed, his face flushed. “Stop it.” He even added as his face became even redder if that’s even possible.

“Prove it.” You were so dumbfounded, you couldn’t even find any words to say. You only muttered the actress’s line that you heard on an advertisement on Dongmyeong’s TV that was left on throughout the conversation.

Though you said those words without thinking, you almost regretted saying it. READ: almost.

Dongmyeong suddenly put his hands behind your neck, moving you closer to him and kissed you.

Because of the great shock, you couldn’t move or do anything. You couldn’t even kiss him back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He quickly apologized when he pulled away from you and you didn’t kiss him back.

“Why are you sorry?” Suddenly, a wave of esteem rushed towards you and started teasing him.

“You don’t love me back, and I kissed you.” He awkwardly answered you, avoiding eye contact as he slowly let go of your waist and kept his hands to himself.

“And what makes you think that?” You said as he stuttered once more.

“U-uh…” he tried to answer but words don’t seem to come out of his mouth.

It was as if he became mute in front of you. As a result, you couldn’t take his cuteness and couldn’t stop teasing him. So, you brought your face close to him, and without any second waiting; kissed him.

~OMAKE~

Exhausted because of all the crying, you couldn’t fight your sleepiness and fell asleep on Dongmyeong’s bed. Though you were now on dreamland, Dongmyeong still couldn’t get a blink of sleep because of the confession that happened a while ago. His gaze on you, full of love as he adjusts your bangs to see a better view of your pretty face.

Unconsciously, Dongmyeong started replaying the events of that night. He couldn’t believe it and it only made his smile get bigger, his cute dimples pretty visible at this point.

“I-I thought you were trying to kill yourself.”

Dongmyeong suddenly remembered what you said a while ago, and it only made him fall even harder.

Flashback (5 Years Ago)

“Y/N, stop that noise this instant!” You heard one of your classmate yell one time they were on cleaning duty.

You didn’t even know what you did. You were only singing—oh right, many people hated your singing.

You smiled to yourrself, trying to forget how hurt you felt at that time. You laughed, not showing how hurt you felt. Or more like you didn’t want to show how embarrassed you were that time.

While laughing it out, you and your classmates suddenly heard a pretty voice at the back. It was pretty visible by their expressions that almost all of them was surprised. It was Dongmyeong, singing soulfully as ever.

“You should sing like Dongmyeong, here.” One classmate laughed.

“Aren’t you two like super friends? Why don’t you learn from him?” another girl laughed.

Now, you were truly embarrassed. You were now being compared with someone who could sing. Like they would do to you and your older brother. And now, you were being compared to her best friend, Dongmyeong?

“Hey, why don’t you try singing?” Dongmyeong said all of a sudden when you guys were going home together after the cleaning duties for the day.

The two of you, after the happenings during 3rd grade, gradually became close even to the point if going home together. It was with Hyungu at first, until he started middle school and was forced to take the bus to attend classes. Nothing like in elementary school where everything is in walking distance.

“W-what is that, all of a sudden?” You said, taken aback by his words.

“Just try it.” He smiled.

“I-I don’t want to.” You said, clearly embarrassed.

“Why not?” He said, pretending to be clueless.

“Are you mocking me?” You said in a deadpan tone. “Myeongie, seriously? You heard what those girls said, right? I’m bad at it.” You continued looking up at him silently cursing at how much he’d grown over a short span of months. Like last time she checked, she was taller than him! She could remember how she bullied Dongmyeong when the new school year started. And now, the guy’s grown inches! ‘Damn puberty!’ you thought.

“And you’re going to believe them?” You said that snapped you back to reality.

“I-I-uh…” You suddenly stuttered.

“I know you want to be an idol.” Dongmyeong suddenly bursted out, making you blush in embarrassment.

“Wh-what—“ You said, words doesn’t seem to form. “H-how?” You tried once more and thankfully said the key words.

“I saw you trying to dance AKB’S choreography.” You said, looking back at her grinning. As for you, your face was now burning hot.

“Wha-that’s baseless…” You tried to reason out.

“And KARA, SNSD, Wonder Girls…” He said confidently, your face getting deep shades of red. “And…should I add 2ne1′s I’m the best?” Dongmyeong continued teasing his best friend.

“Alright, alright! Now, so what?” You yelled in embarrassment.

“I’m saying, if you can’t sing in front of others, I will.” He said, making you stop and look up at him, dumfounded.

“W-what?”

“Hyung wants to form a band, right?” He also stopped.

“Uh-huh?”

“He invited me, months ago about this, but I just declined him.”

“What are you getting at?”

“I’m going to join him, and be famous for you.”

“What do you mean, for me?”

“I’ll be famous…and when that day comes…”

“will you accept my feelings?”

END OF FLASHBACK

Arranging your bangs, Dongmyeong kissed your forehead and looked at you lovingly.

“Idiot, why would I commit suicide, if you’re there. Why would I want to die, when I’m with you? I promise, I promise, I’ll be a star, a singer that you can be proud of calling yours. I promise, I’ll fulfill my promise.” Dongmyeong smiled at you lovingly.

But sudden a phone call interrupt his little admiration for you. It was from Hyungu again. It was Hyungu’s 10th call that evening and Dongmyeong knew fully well what this about. So to confirm things, he answered. No, it wasn’t about you. You had slept a couple of times in his house. This time, it was different.

“Hyung? Yeah, I’m joining The Unit…”

--/end?/--

||Guide to ONEWE||

#ONEWE scenarios #ONEWE imagines #onewe reactions #MAS scenarios #MAS imagines #son dongmyeong scenarios

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Loki x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Thor brings terrible news on what happened to your husband, Loki. (Terrible at summaries)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warning(s): Infinity War spoilers, angst.

A/N: This is my first marvel one-shot and I hope you guys enjoy! I twisted the plot for the beginning of Infinity War to my own liking. No revisions have been done so far, so I am very sorry for the typos or improper grammar.

Heavy pants filled the air.

Beads of sweat rolled down pale skin.

Someone crashes through the window at the avengers base, glass successfully splitting skin, but it was paid no heed.

“Where's ___?!” The god of thunder cried out for his sister-in-law.

Tony just blankly stared at him, whiskey in hand, as he tried to process what just happened, “You just broke in through the window!”

“Where is she?!” he repeated with ragged breath as he walked towards Tony.

“Where's who?” you questioned the large man as you came in to see what all the commotion was about.

“You cut your hair… it looks nice on you.” You commented with a bright smile before he got a chance to speak again.

Momentarily forgetting what he was there for, he ran his fingers through his hair and broke out into a cheesy smile.

“Really? You think so?” He asked.

You nodded and laughed at his childish act. “Yeah, it does, I wouldn't lie. Not to mention you look more like your father now with the eyepatch and all.”

“Lie… Oh! Right, um…” his giddy expression vanished into thin air as it was replaced with a sorrowful look.

You grew concerned as it was really odd that the god of thunder was in such a down mood. He was always happy. Something drastic couldn't have happened, right? Right…?

“Thor? What's the matter? What happened?”

“It's about Loki…”

Your eyes slightly narrowed in suspicion at this. “What terrible thing could my husband have possibly done now?”

“Not done… more like something terrible happened to him.” He muttered and lowered his head, appearing like a wounded puppy.

Confused, you walked towards Thor. “Something terrible happened to him? Like what?” You weren’t so sure if you actually wanted to hear what he had to say, especially when it came from Thor, he would never lie about such a thing. But, Loki is your husband of course you would care for him.

“What? Did he get beaten to a pulp again by hulk?” Tony chuckled to which was short lived as you cut him off with an icy glare.

“Thanos… he's here and he raided what was left of asgard.” He began.

“W-what does this have to do with him?” You internally panicked and hoped that he got out without a scratch, or if anything just a broken bone. Rather have him still being alive.

“Loki… h-he died… trying to protect me… and himself.” He concluded, eye becoming glassy as he watched your reaction and braced himself for an oncoming impact, but it never happened.

You were actually known as a mix of two races; a hybrid. A mix of asgardian blood and human blood. The asgardian bloodline granted you powers, one that placed you as the most dangerous and powerful person in all of asgard; aside from your husband and brother-in-law. You were gifted to manipulate objects and elements around you, and they were usually released in powerful waves that can push anyone away. Yet, you couldn't conjure up the magic that was coursing in your veins.

Hearing the news you covered your mouth with your hands in a small gasp, eyes becoming glassy and soon having tears streaming down your face.

Thor had never seen you this way, but what concerned him the most was why you didn't use your powers, but he'll worry about that in a bit.

Falling to your knees, you let out a scream, but it was muffled as Tony had beaten Thor on comforting you, him pulling you to his chest and petting your head to try and calm you down.

It broke both of their hearts to see you like this, you were practically like a little sister to them for heaven's sake. They would do whatever it takes to make you happy.

“Are you sure of this Thor?” Stark asked.

Thor couldn't keep his eye off of you as he slowly nodded his head.

“H-he couldn't be dead. He can't possibly…” you trailed off, feeling sick and the need to throw up bubbled within your throat, hands gripping on Tony's forearm as you swallowed down the vomit.

“Not before I had the… ch-chance to tell him…”

It can't be too late.

“Tell him what?” he asked cautiously.

“That I'm with child…”

He wouldn't be able to see them..

“What?” Both Thor and Tony asked at the same time in bewilderment.

Please...

“How can this be? Women can't get pregnant.” Thor was completely puzzled now.

“Asgardian women can't, but human women can..” you explained as you sniffed and wiped your tears even though it was futile. “My human blood allowed me to conceive…”

“Loki was… going to be a father…?”

“Which is why your powers are temporarily sealed.” Tony concluded as he looked at you, then down at your stomach now noticing the small baby bump there. He had just thought that you might have been putting on a bit of weight judging by how much you have been eating lately.

“You're his brother… you could've picked up on his antics for lies… yeah, you're just lying…” you were in complete denial, and Thor looked at you as if you were mad.

“Lying? You think I would lie about this?” Thor fumed.

“I-its the only explanation…”

Loki...

“You don't think I'm broken over this as well?!”

“Well he's your brother for heaven's sake! YOU ACT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HE IS!” you screamed, immediately regretting that you did that as you felt a sharp pain in your rib.

“I HAVE LIVED WITH HIM FOR YEARS. YOU HAVE BARELY KNOWN HIM FOR THREE YEARS. YOU THINK I WOULDN'T KNOW IF HE IS ACTUALLY DEAD OR NOT?” Thor countered with equal rage, which wasn’t normal for the always seemingly happy god.

Hearing him yell at you added to your stress and the pain increased, causing you to blackout. Tony watched you with worry and continued to repeat your name, shaking you lightly. He didn’t see any blood staining your pants so he only hoped that the child was okay.

“The stress isn't good for her. We have to let her rest.” Tony tried to reason with Thor as he picked you up and walked towards your room, leaving Thor to wallow in his own guilt from what he has done to you.

~.~

You groaned as you woke up, your eyes adjusting to the pitch black room. Sitting up straight, you turned on the lamp beside you and rubbed your puffy eyes.

Loki…

Swinging your legs to the side, you got up from your bed and walked towards the full body mirror.

Please... don't leave me…

Turning to your side, you raised your stomach and laid your hand on the small baby bump.

Don't leave us…

Tears began to stream down your face. You landed on the floor with your knees with a soft ‘thud’.

Please tell me it's not true..

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