Reader: F (Plus Size) Character:Toshinori Yagi, Shōta Aizawa Rating: M Summary:Staring Prompt: Call me when you get them. Warning:Suggestive Themes, Implied Smut, Fishnets, Sugar Daddy AU Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
The fishnets Aizawa bought you fishnets, he simply said over the phone “Call me when you get them.” Before he had to go back to teaching.
Surprisingly teachers at U.A. made good money, you guessed it was considering that they were more likely to die teaching than being a pro hero, it was an insurance policy. And Aizawa spent it on you.
It took a few days for them to come to the mailbox of your apartment. You looked at photos of it online in anticipation. They weren’t anything special, just black fishnets with garters.
But Aizawa wanted to be the first ones to see you in them. He knew because of your thicker thighs that they would spill over and he anticipated that as much as you anticipated for them to come in.
“You’re going to look great.” He said tiredly over dinner. He was known for wanting to dress you up int he finest black and white clothing around. He loved the monochromatic look on you.
“Are you sure, Shōta, I just don’t want to look… Gross.”
“Of course not, kitten.” He said with a small smile, “Just call me when they come in.” He rubbed his sock foot against your ankle.
When they eventually came in you were studying for your post-graduate class in your bedroom. You were reclined against your pillows when you got a buzz from the main office that a package came in. Excitedly you rushed downstairs and say the padded envelope on the desk.
Happily you brought it back up and looked at the time, your call would have to wait as Aizawa was still teaching. But you were so tempted to just open the package, just to see what was inside.
You wondered how they would look on you once you got them open. It was tempting.
But you were patient and when you knew he was done teaching, you closed your textbook and got the package open. You felt the fishnets in your hands for a moment and loved the feeling of their softness in your hands.
You put them on and quickly sent a photo with Aizawa with a heart emoji. They fit your legs to a T, but the tops of your thighs spilled over the tops of them. You frowned a little bit, but you could cover it with a skirt no problem. Plus Aizawa would like that. You stood in front of your mirror and looked at yourself from all angles until you heard the ‘ding’ of your phone.
“I’m coming over.” He replied simply.
Toshinori bought you some All Might themed fishnets while he was bored in his office one afternoon. He texted you simply, “Tell me when you get them.”
You saw what they looked like, red, white and blue with a dash of yellow. On the tops of them they had the All Might logo on them. You rolled your eyes at how cheesy they looked, but you knew that Toshinori liked when you wore his merchandise, even if he wasn’t All Might anymore.
“You will lovely in them.” He said as he curled an arm around you on the couch, “You’re my special girl, everyone has to know you are All Might’s true love.” He smiled.
You blushed a little, “Oh shush, you just like seeing how they’ll squish my thighs.”
He chuckled, “Maybe, sweetheart.”
You knew that Toshinori liked your thighs, he thought their squishiness added to their charm and liked to see you in skirts that showed off how thick they were. Toshinori wasn’t a man who now had a lot of meat on his bones, so he loved that you were thicker in some areas.
One of those areas was your thighs and oh boy did he love them. He loved to spoil you, from the house the two of you lived in, to your ability to eat more than instant ramen. Toshinori had a lot of cash saved away from his time as a pro, and he needed someone to spoil.
You were the lucky person that he spoiled to death. Anything you wanted, you got. But in exchange you two had dates, hung out and went to events together. But you two loved one another, Toshinori had never met a girl like you and you never met a man like Toshinori.
He was your special Toshi, the one you came home to after teaching at the local university. He was always more than happy to cook for you even though the most he could eat was smoothies.
He placed a hand on your thigh and said, “They’re going to be beautiful.”
It took a few days for them to be sent to the house and you anxious waited by the door until you heard the sound of it being slipped through the mail window on the door.
“Package!” You yelped from your office chair as you got up and went over to
You picked it up from the floor and brought it into your shared bedroom. You knew that Toshinori was probably on his own in his office. You pulled open the package and smiled to yourself as you pulled them out.
They were thick fishnets, expensive feelings and in the colours of your beloved sugar daddy.
You tried them one and sent a few photos to Toshinori from different angles. You want to see what his money was going towards. You giggled to yourself as you turned in the mirror to get it from the back. Exposing rolls and all to him. But he just loved you for that.
Toshinori blushed at his office chair at your photos, he loved how they looked near the curve of your ass. He looked around his part of the office before he scrolled through the photos once more.
And he simply replied, “Please wear them when I come home.”
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you took a deep breath and looked at him for an uncomfortable few seconds “i love you.” spilled from your mouth and he just melts. he melts and peppers your face with kisses, holding your hands in his own and now that the words have been spoken he can’t stop saying it. he’s the type of guy who’s patient, in his mind he had basically decided he loved you the first time you kissed. now with the words that were coming out of your mouth (which he gladly waited for.) he wanted to kiss you more and more and more.
Kugisaki Nobara:
she would probably need a minute to process what you said. she’s thought about it before, but is unsure if how you feel will end up hurting her more. she asks you to repeat so many times before she feels comfortable saying it back and that’s an even more special moment. when you wake up, looking over at her, muttering a little “i love you so much” and having her mumble back a half flustered “i love you too” very quickly before pecking your cheek and getting up to run for breakfast with a red on her cheeks.
Fushiguro Megumi:
he’s unsure how to feel. he wants to say it back, valid how you feel about him. he works himself into knots trying to figure out a way to say it back and a way to make sure you’re not hurt. he didn’t think just to tell you he wasn’t ready first. he didn’t want to put that on you, but now having avoided you for days, he abruptly stops you in a hallway of some kind, corning you. “i like you a lot!” he says quickly all at once, looking away as to not face your disappointment in him. you however grab his hand softly. “you don’t have to say it back… whenever you’re ready, okay?” he nods very quickly and just as abruptly as he corned you, he’s already down the hallway. smiling to himself as he stared forward a little spaced out at how amazing you are.
Gojo Satoru:
you were in bed, his dangly arms wrapped around you when you turned to face up at him, both your mostly bare skin touching and you tiredly whisper an “i love you.” as you yawn, cuddling closer to him. you’re sound asleep before he can even react appropriately and there he lays, you in his arms as he stares at the ceiling, as he questions every life decision he ever made. he had come to a conclusion as you slept soundly. he would go… again. yeah, he thought. it was a great idea. he had clearly overstayed his usual time with someone and it was about time to leave anyway… then he started thinking why it was time to go? or why he had stayed so long with you? usually he was dating 5 different people who eventually found out about each other and that took care of that, but he can’t think of any recent date he had that wasn’t you or the last time he had checked the dating apps he so conveniently removed from his home screen after that one particular night with you. he looked at you again and smiled, kissing your head gently. he sighed with content and nervousness as he muttered “i love you too.” at your unconscious mind.
Nanami Kento:
it was casual, almost too causal. you had been living together, for convenience of course. you both told yourselves. he needed a roommate and you needed a place to live… and then you needed a workspace and he needed an office and suddenly you shared a bed. more space efficient of course. the sex was just a plus to whatever relationship you had. it was fine if you cuddled after, aftercare was just as important. you could both use the physical touch and conversations and meals and… it slipped out when he walked into the room, grabbing his cuff links when you looked sleepily at him. “have a good day at work, love you” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you. i will. love you too, bye.” and just like that both of you had barely been realised that your relationship had progressed. not until he came home later in the evening and you were a nervous wreck and he looked a little more tired than usual. “i didn’t mean we-“ “of course it was just polite.” “yes. we haven’t become more or less than we were before.” “yes.” the end note was kind of disappointing for both of you. though when you both laid in bed that night, a steamy session knocked out, your minds drifted to it again. the morning came and you woke up to him getting dressed. “morning” you smiled, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “good morning, i was just on my way… i’ll see you later of course. love you, bye.” he said a little stiffly, testing the waters. “of course, love you too” you said, throwing the covers over you again. he smiled to himself, moving to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email who gives a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
Summary: Y/N is a high-powered businesswoman, always on the go. With her hours and crazy schedule, she doesn’t have time to date. When she needs companionship, intimacy, or even just a good time, she goes to The Lion’s Den - where no fantasy is too taboo.
Characters: F!Reader x Unnamed Male, Crowley
Warnings: SMUT (off the jump), Car Sex, Protected Sex, Angst, Fluff
A/N: Part 1 in a new 9-part series made for @anyfandomkinkbingo. Each part will feature a different kink and character pairing.
The windows were fogged up, the air in the confined space humid and thick, in stark contrast to the chill night air just outside. Y/N focused on the cock she was currently riding, hoping to get herself off. Her date kept a steady stream of dirty talk, but she did her best to tune it out, his voice more than a little grating on her ears.
Finding their way to his backseat after dinner, Y/N hoped the strong and handsome man could give her just what her body had been craving. She needed to cum, and not just by her hand or toys as usual. And car sex was usually one of her favorites. Spontaneous, the creaking of the seats, rocking of the vehicle, all giving way to this lustful act.
But it was quickly apparent to her that even though he was packing, he didn’t know what the hell to do with it. He had her laid out on the backseat, his hips pumping a steady rhythm. But he apparently thought his length was enough as he slammed into her again and again.
This was getting her nowhere fast. With a grunt and a light shove, she halted his movements. She pushed and moved him in the backseat until she could ride him, hoping to give them both what they needed.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned after just a few short minutes, grabbing tightly onto her hips and stilling her movements as he spilled within the condom.
Great -Y/N thought to herself, disappointed at yet another man who couldn’t last long enough to get her anywhere- Why do I even bother?
She reluctantly righted her clothes as her date smiled at her like a dope. Yeah, she knows how great she was. The problem was she couldn’t find a guy that could give her what she needed, no matter how many dates she went on.
Not that she had much time for dates, or interest really. Her career was all that mattered. She didn’t need anyone or anything else in her life. All she needed was a little relief now and again.
But she was striking out again.
Her date drove her home, with promises to call soon followed by an awkward kiss goodnight.
As she entered her apartment, she leaned her back against the door, groaning at her misfortune. Stripping off her layers as she went, she made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, the inviting warmth of the steam filling the small space quickly.
She stepped under the spray, letting it wash over her, chasing away the cold and easing her tension. She wasn’t going to bother with masturbating tonight. It rarely worked anymore anyway, and she did not need to be more frustrated than she was already.
Making her way to bed, she hoped maybe her next encounter would be better.
A week later, she relaxed in her large tub at home, anticipating a quiet weekend. No work that needed immediate attention, no godawful dates to pretend to enjoy. She took a sip of her wine, setting it back on the table she set up by the tub, relaxing back into the warm water, the bubbles giving off a lovely aroma.
Just as she closed her eyes, her phone buzzed on the table. She cursed herself for bringing it in the first place, but old habits died hard.
She sat up, quickly drying her hands and leaning on the edge of the tub as she checked her phone. She perked up, however, when she saw it was an email from The Lion’s Den.
After her failed encounter the week before, she decided to do research on safe and reliable hookups in the area. It wasn’t long before she came across a website for The Lion’s Den, a legalized male brothel in her city.
Intrigued by what the website promised, she submitted an application complete with a photo, hoping to get a coveted interview to become a potential client. The cost wasn’t an issue. She had plenty of money and was willing to spend extra if they were worth it.
Reading through the email, she was elated to find she was accepted for an interview. They wanted to meet with her tomorrow night and scheduled her to talk with someone named Crowley.
She quickly sent a response, confirming the interview. Settling back into the tub she grinned. If all went well, she wouldn’t have to worry about random dates anymore. Hell, by this time tomorrow she could finally have that itch scratched.
When Y/N signed up to join The Lion’s Den as a client, she wasn’t entirely sure what she would be getting. Legalized brothels was a relatively new thing and still gaining ground with new customers. The website provided information, but no pictures.
Arriving at the designated location, she was pleasantly surprised. The exterior was unassuming, except for the security men waiting outside the door. When she gave her name, they opened the door wide for her with brilliant smiles. If the men inside looked anything like the men at the door, she was certainly in for a treat.
The inside, however, was grand. So many people were all around, but it still felt comfortable and not crowded. She let her eyes wander the room. Couples sat about, drinking and chatting, some getting passionate or wandering off to other parts of the facility. She felt charged with energy and ready for a great night.
She was quickly led to one of the tables at the back of the room, her eyes landing on a suited man whose mere presence seemed to command attention.
“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N,” the man stood from his seat, kissing the back of her hand as he greeted her warmly, ushering her into a seat before settling once more.
“You must be Crowley?”
“At your service,” he smirked at her, pouring her a glass of wine from the bottle on the table, “Please, tell me what brings you to our humble establishment, Ms. Y/L/N.”
Y/N grinned as she accepted the glass, taking a long sip and savoring the rich flavor. The wine, the place, the man before her were all high-class and served to only entice her further.
“Please, call me Y/N,” she insisted, “And to be quite frank, Crowley, I don’t have time or patience for the game of dating.”
“Ah, I understand,” he nodded, knowing her background from her application, “But what was the final straw that brought you to us then?”
“You want details?” Y/N asked, a bit surprised at his forwardness.
Chuckling in understanding he nodded once more, “The more I know the better I can serve you and match you to someone who will meet your needs.”
She hesitated, not sure if he really needed to know all of that information. Couldn’t he just match her with someone available that she thought was attractive? Isn’t that how these things usually worked? Not that she knew. But something about him seemed to cast a spell over her, relaxing her and making her feel compelled to tell him.
“Well, it started as a dinner date,” she began after taking a large drink of her wine, “That part was fine enough. Then we drove and parked and I was excited,” she beamed, “Car sex is so spontaneous and fun,” she admitted, gathering herself to continue her story. Crowley was more than a little amused, but was paying rapt attention, “It started off hot and heavy and I was loving it. But then it was clear he didn’t know what the hell he was going, like most men,” she scoffed with an eye roll.
“Mmm, and were you left unsatisfied?” Crowley’s tone dripped with sin and Y/N clenched her thighs reflexively.
“Which is why I’m here,” she smiled warmly at him.
Crowley sat bat in silence as his eyes trailed over her. She felt as if he was undressing her in the most tantalizing ways. She wondered what he had in store for her. If he would be gentle or rough.
“Yes, I think I know just the man for you,” Crowley grinned.
Y/N was confused as she watched him wave someone over to their table, whispering something to the man who nodded and went off, presumably to do whatever Crowley had just told him.
“I’m not here to see you?” Y/N pouted a little, having gotten herself worked up over this man who deliciously filled out his suit and had her wondering what lay beneath.
The smirk he flashed her was pure sex, sending a ripple through her body, “Unfortunately, no. This is my establishment. I like to meet the clients and personally match their needs.”
That made sense, she supposed. Still, it left her disappointed that Crowley wouldn’t be hers for the night. She hoped whatever he had in store for her slaked her thirst.
As Crowley rose from his seat, she followed. He took her hand in his once more, kissing the back of it and gesturing to the assistant from before.
“Kevin will take you to the room where you will meet your date for the evening.”
As instructed, she followed Kevin who lead her up a large staircase and down a hall of several doors. Stopping before one, he opened it wide, gesturing her inside. Before she could thank him, he had closed the door behind her.
Author’s Notes: I’m really sorry to have made you wait so long but sadly I don’t have much free time, I hope to be able to post more often and I will try to make the story shorter.
The following days were very interesting, the lessons with different professors, and obviously the most interesting ones were those with Professor Xavier.
Today Lucille luckily had no class with Professor Xavier. Luckily because she would be fantasizing about him for the whole hour, which she already does throughout the day.
It’s 7pm and Lucille makes her way to the professor’s office to start another lesson of genetics.
To be honest, she finds this situation quite heavy because she has a big crush on him but there’s nothing but student-professor relationship. She wants more but she doesn’t know how. He’s ten years older than her and she feels so embarrassed at times and wouldn’t even know where to start. She doesn’t know how to flirt and the professor would certainly prefer a girl of his same age.
Lucille knocks on the door and the professor opens it immediately.
“Good evening!” he says with that fucking smile of his, leaning on the side of the door.
They look at each other for a few seconds until she gets inside.
“Good evening professor.”
“Um… Lucille, we’ve been studying together for a while now so please call me Charles. I’m tired of the formalities.”
Although he actually loves when she calls him "professor”.
“Only here obviously…”
What was happening ???
“O-okay Charles.” he says shyly.
He smiles at her and the lesson begins.
The atmosphere was somewhat different for both of them. She felt confused that the professor asked her to call him by his name and he felt like he did something inappropriate.
In her head her thoughts are unstoppable and from time to time Charles listens to some of them, enough to interrupt himself while speaking. Lucille has always been quiet enough but today she was more silent. Same thing for Charles. The embarrassment was overwhelming them.
She heads down on the book to avoid his gaze because he does nothing but look at her, probably to read her mind. But he often does it just to look at her, she is so beautiful.
“I can’t take it anymore, he’s so sweet with me… He probably is with everyone, I should stop fantasizing”.
He starts stammering.
“Lucille you can’t fall in love with your professor stop it! …But his hands are so delicate…”
She fell in love with him.
He keeps talking with difficulty knowing he is depriving himself of something they both want.
He goes back a bit because he forgot what he was saying. He can’t take his eyes off her.
“M-mutation took us from single celled organisms… t-to b-being the dominant form of r-reproductive life… on… the…”
He can’t resist anymore. Charles rests his soft lips on hers, feeling his mind free from everything for the first time. He had never felt like this before.
Lucille, too, is kind of bewitched but Charles isn’t using any of his powers and mind controls. It’s love. Just love. Something she has always wanted to feel.
They move away, for a few seconds giving sweet looks to each other and then kissing again. This time with more passion but always very timidly.
After a few seconds they move away again. They keep looking at each other and then both look down.
Lucille doesn’t know what to do, she still feels a very strong emotion inside her but she doesn’t know whether to pretend like nothing happened or to say something. But what? That she loves him? After such a short time?
Charles, like her, blushed, perhaps more than her. He lost control and kissed her. He almost trembles from embarrassment. He’s unable to speak, he’s literally petrified.
“Um… I-I’m-” Charles tries to say something.
Lucille tries to look at him but she’s too ashamed.
“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t wan-“
“I-It’s okay.” she says with a faint voice.
“Really, I didn’t want to, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay, don’t worry.”
A few moments of silence.
“I think for today’s enough.” says Charles.
“Yeah, so do I.”
She takes her books and stuff quickly to reach the door. Charles reaches her and opens the door for her.
They want to look at each other but shame prevails them. They both are looking down.
“So… have a nice night, see you in the morning…” his soft voice came back.
She gives Charles a little smile and goes away quickly.
The door closes. He feels so guilty. Guilty for ruining their relationship, guilty for not being able to control himself, guilty for doing this with the student he cares the most. The one he cares the most for a reason.
Why she left like that? Charles tought she felt something for him, he was in her mind, he knows what she thinks about him, she wanted that kiss just as much as he did.
He can’t sleep. In the middle of the night Charles is still thinking about that kiss and what happened after. He smiles when he thinks again about her soft lips but that smile last like three seconds.
How should he deal with her now? Should he stop seeing her in the afternoon? Does he have to pretend that nothing ever happened?
She still doesn’t believe she ended up in a mutant school and was offered a kind of study date by the professor she has a crush on. Everything happened so hastily and she sincerely believes that the professor’s offer is more kindness than interest towards her.
It’s time to go. It’s 7 o'clock, Lucille goes towards the professor’s office. She knocks and immediately the door opens.
“Damn you’re on time!” he says with his usual smile.
Actually it’s perhaps one of the few times Lucille arrives on time, but, she would do anything for him.
“Please, come in!”
It’s quite welcoming, but she can’t calm down. Also it seems the professor likes her skirt but he tries not to look at her for too long because he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
“It’s nice here!”
“It is, right?” he replies.
After sitting down, the professor stops the lesson after a few minutes.
“I know it can be boring but from mutant to mutant I recommend you learn these things.“
He really called her mutant. She stops for a moment.
“I actually find it interesting. Everything’s new to me but it’s pleasant to listen to you.”
She can’t have said it out loud.
“Oh really?” he laughs and puts two fingers on his temple.
“We should continue.”
Lucille follows the lesson carefully, or so it seems; he makes sure that she understands him, often giving her a few glances up and down.
The lesson is almost over. Since it’s the first one he prefers not to go on or he would risk boring her for real.
“That’s enough for today. I see you tired.”
“I am a little bit, but I’m fine.”
“Come here.” He takes her hand and makes her sit on the sofa, he sits next to her. “Tell me about yourself.” He takes two glasses and opens the champagne. “We have to celebrate, there is a new beautiful mutant in my school.”
Lucille smiles.
“Well there isn’t much to say, actually nothing. I’m just a girl with powers that are ruining my life but beside that I think everything is okay…”
“Oh no don’t say that! I could understand that you don’t understand them but I’m here to help you with that. I promised. I would like to know what you like and if you like being here.”
“There isn’t much to say, again. I just like to be on my own reading books, I love when it rains and yes, for now I really like being here… Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome! And you will be amazed but I like to be on my own too; I read a lot, I write theses and stuff like that, I concentrate and use my powers and I love when it rains too, I find it… romantic.”
A few moments of silence.
“You should be happy, you know? Your powers are truly exceptional, if you work hard you can learn to know them and dominate them!”
She feels better already.
“Plus you’re the sweetest and most beautiful mutant I’ve ever seen.” he smiles again, gently touching a lock of her hair with two fingers.
Lucille blushes completely and tries to avoid his gaze.
“It’s dinner time, we should go!” she says trying to stop the awkward moment.
“Oh yes, but I think I’ll stay here, I have tests to grade.”
“Okay… thank you very much.”
“No problem, I’ll be here if you need.”
He gently walks her to the door, says goodnight and they both think all night about what just happened.
Lucille has been here for two days now, she met some people and the professor gave her some time before letting her attend the lessons because he wanted her to think about it without pressure.
It’s 9 in the morning, the genetics lesson is about to begin, almost all the students are in their seats, including the professor who is waiting for everyone to arrive to start the lesson, another group of teenagers enter the classroom when among them the professor notices a new face. He smiles. It’s her.
Lucille starts looking for an empty seat.
Embarrassed, she tries to avoid the professor’s gaze but she just can’t help it. He smiles at her, she blushes and lowers her head to her books pretending to look for the chapter of the day’s lesson.
“I’m glad you’re here”
She suddenly hears a voice in her head. She looks around her like she was mad. The professor smiles again but this time Lucille doesn’t notice.
During the lesson they’re all busy taking notes while she can’t take her eyes off him, she loves hearing him talk, especially in that professional way. To tell the truth, she has always had a thing for cultured men, and for women too…
The lesson is now over, the professor assigns the homework and lets the students go away. As everyone gets their books and stuff, she hears that voice in her head again.
“Wait”
Lucille recognizes his voice, she turns to the professor who looks at her. She stays there in shock until everyone leaves.
The professor approaches the door and closes it slowly. Her heart is beating fast, aware that she obviously has a crush on him.
“So, am I a good teacher?”
She doesn’t know whether to say yes or whether to say that the whole time she has done nothing but imagine kissing him. He laughs softly.
“Were you in my head?”
“Yes I was”
“What are you?”
“Well, first of all, I’m an excellent teacher, then I’m also a telepath, I can communicate with my mind and I can make people do what I want.”
Why hide from her the fact that he can also read minds? …Maybe because deep down he loves hearing her thoughts about him and he don’t want to deprive himself of all of that.
“Sit down please” he says, “I want to offer you something, you’re free to say no but I think it’s good for you to accept…”
“What is it?”
“Okay so… since you weren’t here in the previous classes I wanted to help you study personally. You know, I teach genetics, philosophy and literature, I don’t think it will be easy for you to do everything by yourself”
“Oh… y-yes, thank you, I’d love to!”
“Then I’ll wait for you in my office tomorrow evening.”
Everything stops.
“In your office?!”
“Yes, students always tend to make a mess in the hallways, I would like a place more reserved to stay with you.”
Is this really happening or is she imagining it all? — Which she hopes — A thousand thoughts invade her head, she can no longer stop.
“I hope you enjoy the other lessons, have a nice day!”
What just happened?! Lucille doesn’t want to get weird ideas but she can’t think of anything else.
[…]
The following day passes very slowly; during the lessons Lucille did nothing but glance at the professor and vice versa, anxiously waiting for their meeting.
Okay. I’m in a strong mood at this current moment and can find either zero to little content of Ramuda (HYPMIC). So congratulations! The first smut (I guess) on this account is gonna be dedicated to my baby! Why the hell not? I mean… It’s not really? I just wanna… Make a heated make-out sesh…
I also have the strong urge to just change up my account aesthetic as I’ve noticed I keep using the color pink. Eh. Pink account for a pink boy. I love Ramuda so much. I can’t explain the euphoria that this man gives me.
Also, cause little to no talking happens during the deed, it’s mostly just me describing the moment.
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Character: Ramuda Amemura
Franchise: Hypnosis Mic
Oneshot type: Slight Smut
Reader: Female!Reader (Writing Y/n instead of s/o. Also wearing a skirt)
Nicknames: “Onee-san” is a nickname Ramuda has given all women he meets. It’s not you two being related.
Warnings: Touching (Mainly on the thighs), heated make-out session, mentions of having sex, mentions of alcohol, grinding, cussing (Obviously), Ramuda’s dark side coming out slightly.
While I recommend that minors to not interact, I can’t really do much other than block.
All characters are 20+.
The smut is just under the cut. <33
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Moans and groans echoed the room as two figures made out on the couch. With the back of the woman pressed up against his chest, Ramuda pulled away. A string of saliva connected their tounges before snapping in the middle.
Just a moment ago, the two were having a small celebration to themselves. Something good had happened and so the two pulled out a bottle of champagne. That good thing was that (Y/n) had just been promoted as a model to work with more well known companies.
While it may not seem like big news, this was huge to them. Because she had just been promoted to work as a model wearing Ramuda’s clothing line. And to them, being able to see each other more is massive.
One glass turned into two. Two glasses turned into four. Four glasses turned into the two sucking at each other’s faces.
Make-out sessions were not rare in the house. In fact, it was quite common. They’d do it whenever they’d get their alone time. But finally, it feels like it’s going escalate into something much more than kissing. And even then, it wouldn’t be their first time.
Ramuda being a part-time rapper and still working in the fashion industry, and (Y/n) working as a model in all aspects of fashion, meant that the two very rarely got that type of alone time. But this was their time. Nobody couldn’t interrupt it now.
“That’s it, Onee-san… Keep going- Oh… Shit… ” The man groaned as his head flew back. Her ass was currently pressed up against the now growing bulge and she proceeded to move slightly. His hands were on her hips, guiding her in the directions he wanted her to go.
Slowly, those palms trailed down to her thighs and gripped them, causing her to yelp in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as his lips pressed against her neck and and began sucking on her skin.
When he finally managed to peal himself off of her, she had a purple mark. “There. Now everybody knows that you’re mine.” He grabbed her face and slammed his lips back on to hers as the two kept going at it.
His hands kept getting closer and closer to her area, causing her to whine. But still, they wouldn’t touch her. They would only go into her inner thighs, only to grab at her flesh and pull at it. Scratch marks littered her legs from Ramuda’s teasing behavior.
The two pulled away again, except this time, it was (Y/n) who made the first move. They caught the air again as she spoke up. “Ramuda- fuck… I can’t… I need you…” They were both absolutely drunk out of their minds. More (Y/n) than Ramuda.
Their hair was all messy and blush was dusted on both their cheeks. He grabbed her hip again before pulling her closer. He whispered into her ear, feeling her shutter beneath him from the warmth of his breath.
“Come on… The fun’s only just begun..” That voice. That deep sexy voice of his. Only when he’s actually relaxed does he let out this side of him, and by far was it the hottest thing she had ever heard. It gave her tingles whenever he spoke in his normal voice.
He bit at her lower lip before pushing his tounge back down her throat. She could taste the flavor of Strawberries from the lollipop he had earlier and liquor that had from their celebration. She gave an audible squeak when she felt his hand go under her skirt.
“Then again… I’m hungry for you as well…” Ramuda bit at her shoulder, his pink hair pressing up against her cheek. Slowly she bagn to undress of her shirt. She was about to pull her arm through the sleeve when something grabbed her hand. “Let’s keep clothes on, Onee-san!”
She felt slightly bummed out, thinking he was going to just end it there. That was until she felt something underneath her suddenly go… Missing. She turned to look at him and saw her panties in his hand and him licking his lips with a smirk on his face. “These do come off though…”
The pinkette pushed her forward slightly and she felt him unbuckle his belt. His hand went to his fly as he leaned in to whisper into her ear again.
“You’re not the only one who has been craving for this moment, (Y/n).”
That’s when she heard the sound of the zipper and saw his pants falling to the ground. It was going to be one long night to make up for all the time they’ve missed out on.
Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
Wild feline orbs snapped wide open, panic swirling through them while your senses refused to cooperate from the emotional roller coaster running inside. You hated that everything felt out of control, it was like a slap to the face. A reminder that the past is never really gone, despite Yoongi’s desperate attempts to shake it from your memories.
Without hesitation, you jumped into a defensive stance—practically pure instincts at this point—only to hiss when bumping your head against a hard surface. The sudden harsh movement having you wince as well, the injury on your shoulder blade acting up.
Right now… You felt like a blind man walking through a dark forest, breathing taking a sharp turn as your body trembled—You’re okay… You’re not back. It’s okay, just calm yourself.
A marathon of reassurance—comfort—chanted within, tail flickering and puffing in distress. Although you were still on edge, the words did help regain your five senses… From hearing to smell.
Unconsciously sniffing the air around, inhaling familiar scents that you’ve grown to come accustomed too as your stress decreased and faded. Knowing you were even remotely close to one of the seven puts you at ease. Vision coming back into focus, shaking your head to get it together before observing the surrounding area.
However as much as you tried to forget, focus on something else, like the vibrations taking place underneath your paws from the moving vehicle. Tears still threatened to spill—That dream… You can’t get it out of your head.
It’s been months since you’ve had a nightmare, especially one as real as this…
Yet, the darkness had swallowed and welcomed you back with a sinister grin. Almost as if those demons inside didn’t leave at all, only waiting for your return—Which, in a way, the past did wait… In the depths of your mind until they were triggered back to the open surface.
Shaking the thoughts away with a downward glare, you didn’t realize that your sharpened claws were digging into the carpet ground. The sight forcing you to flinch and crawl away, wanting to come out of hiding but nearly shrieking when tripping over something hard and… fluffy?
You didn’t even have time to catch yourself—So much for cats always landing on their feet as you stumbled before coming into direct contact with something wet and squishy.
Peeking an eye open, widening seeing familiar golden fur and a slightly large snout touching your own small nose—Hoseok.
The dog hybrid was halfway beneath the seat, as if he tried to forcefully squeeze himself through the narrow space. Carefully, you tried to ease yourself out of the way, only to freeze feeling something move and snuggle into your side. Ears perking up, finally noticing Jungkook was here too… In fact, he was probably the cause of your fall.
Huffing, all you could do was stare at the bunny who was sound asleep, squirming around for warmth as he breathed in your scent with a content sigh—Jungkook and Hoseok being there, despite pushing them away earlier, had a warm feeling spread into your heart.
What was this? You couldn’t find a word for it.
It was different, calming, new… Honestly it made you feel fuzzy and light inside.
But what exactly was it? You’ve felt it before with Yoongi. Although it was stronger around him, but you just couldn’t pinpoint what this new feeling was called. Maybe you should talk about it with Namjoon, he once told you that purring was perfectly normal so he should know about this… Right?
It’s funny… Never in your life did you imagine you’d be friends with hybrids that weren’t cut from the same cloth, no less humans for that matter.
Getting on all fours, you gently rolled Jungkook over to the golden retriever so the small hybrid could stay warm with the help of Hoseok’s fur. Cat-like eyes narrowing playfully to make sure the youngest didn’t try to inch himself toward you like the last few times.
When it was clear Jungkook was planning to stay… you turned around and only took a single step before freezing. Hesitating, you glanced behind and inhaled sharply, rushing towards the two hybrids to nuzzle their necks affectionally that caused Hoseok and Jungkook to smile blissfully in their sleep.
More than embarrassed, tail coming to cover half your face, you maneuvered out from underneath the shadows with a silent hiss. The need to know your location being greater than the pain forming on your shoulder, ignoring the sting as you squinted because of the light shining through each window.
Orange and yellow colors flowing in your vision, it seemed to be around sunset outside but still bright enough to where you wanted to crawl back into the shade.
Standing tall on your hind legs, eyes narrowing to the other sleeping hybrids—Jimin and Taehyung being in a cuddle session of their own. Although your head snapped towards the front, humming near the driver’s seat catching your attention almost instantly. You’d know that familiar tune anywhere, automatically speed-walking to get closer as if you were in a trance. Jumping into the lap of the male that changed your life… possibly forever.
Not expecting the sudden weight, Yoongi tensed for a minute before slumping in relaxation when hearing and feeling your purrs rumble throughout his body.
You weren’t sure when Yoongi decided to trade spots with Seokjin, OR when the eldest wasn’t in the car anymore for that matter. But you weren’t complaining, eyes darting out the window. Enjoying the scenery and quietness of the road… It brought a sense of peace.
And when a single hand started combing through your black fur, you didn’t tense like earlier. Instead, practically turning into Jell-O.
Yoongi didn’t bother talking … nor did he mention a word about what happened between you and that hybrid eagle. The music lover knew when to shut up, letting you come to him instead of forcing it out. Yoongi was just happy that you didn’t flinch or shiver in disgust at his touch.
A soft—rare—smile graced Yoongi’s features as you leaned further in his hand with an expression that told him you were in heaven. A much better change than the painful one.
Occasionally, Yoongi would check the rear-view mirror to make sure Seokjin and Namjoon were still following behind in the other vehicle. But for the most part, the side was comforting. The only sound being the lowered music as Yoongi hummed, rapping his favorite verse louder for your ears.
Although you didn’t exactly know where you were or heading… Right now, in this moment.
You’d travel anywhere as long it’s with him.
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“Psst… Psst, Y/N! Time to wake up.”
Groaning at the noise, you curled up and turned around to face away from the new presence. Only to accidentally rollover, falling off the seat and hitting the ground. Cracking an eye open to glare at the laughing introducers that disturbed your peace.
“And here I thought cats always land on their feet…”
A snickering fox was glancing down as Taehyung towered over you two in his human form with a wide grin, playfulness shining in both their eyes. “Come on, Yoongi sent us to wake you. He wants you to meet someone, we all do!”
Confused, you sleepily got up with a yawn and stretched out your limbs, hissing when straining your shoulder once more. You were a hundred percent certain that it needed to be treated, especially when you didn’t officially know how bad it looked.
In pet circumstances, a vet could do an evaluation without problems… but you weren’t a pet. You’re a hybrid and human form usually is more suitable to check for injuries properly. Especially since you have black fur that covers any bruise or open wound.
The two hybrids glanced at one another in concern, feeling discomfort roll off you in waves. However, you didn’t bother telling them what was wrong, completely avoiding eye contact.
“Where are we?” You mumbled, the question being more directed at Jimin than anything since Taehyung could barely understand without being in his tiger form. Hybrid language was extremely different inside your animal form then it was being human. Taehyung only being able to get the gist of the conversation, but not fully.
“Home!” Jimin shouted excitedly, small yips leaving his mouth as the bright colored tail wagged on like a dog getting a treat—But thanks to your sleep introduced state, you could not focus on the fact that there were other new smells around or the sound of someone gathering the luggage in the trunks.
Home? That didn’t seem right… You all took a whole day trip, only to come back to the beginning? Is this a human and hybrid thing?
Weirdos…
Scratching behind your ears, you didn’t bother listening to what else the two hybrids had to say. Immediately jumping onto the seat where Jimin practically purred at the close proximity, nuzzling his head into yours as Taehyung twirled your black tail around his finger playfully.
Snorting you let out a hiss, only for the warning to be left ignored as they continued. The two already used to you trying to push their affection away, all the hybrids knew that if you didn’t actually want it… You’d do more than hiss.
Alright that’s enough… After nudging the two away, you jumped out the car door that was left open.
The first thing you noticed was how cold the ground and air was, snow scrunching underneath your paws while shivering. Face scrunching up when feeling Jack Frost nip at your nose—However, the second thing that caught your attention was getting lifted off the ground…
By someone that you did not know.
“Is this her?! Yoongi, she’s adorable!! Her beautiful fur reminds me of my little bun!” A women squealed out in awe, your eyes widening at the sight of her. Especially the peanut butter colored bunny ears that flopped down her short-styled hair.
The random women had such wide doe-like eyes that held so much happiness… and it was being directed at you.
You didn’t know how to react to this… because on one hand, you wanted to scratch and bite to freedom—I mean you were a predator and she was prey, you could scare her! But then again… Her eyes held so much warmth that it made you feel safe.
Just who the hell was she?
“Dear… Maybe you should put her down. Poor girl looks like she is going to faint,” Another voice echoed out into the night sky as it started to snow, tensing at the new presence as you swiftly glanced around seeing another bunny hybrid—The guy was slightly less tall than Jungkook, but instead of this women, he had black ears that stood up straight. A large smile forming on him… He had Jungkook’s smile.
“Her name is Y/N, right?”
“Oh! Chim mentioned that on the phone the last time we talked!! What a lovely name, it fits the little black rose perfectly!”
“Yoongi, I can’t believe you adopted a hybrid!! How many times has your mom tried to convince you to get out the house or schedule blind dates? At least now she’ll stop since you have a hybrid to take care of. I’m sure Y/N will have no problems whipping you into shape.”
Yoongi scoffed, turning his head sideways as a light blush rose on his cheeks from being called out. The action causing all the adult parents to laugh at the pouty expression Yoongi was showing, Though while it embarrassed him, you grew more on edge from being surrounded.
Eyes growing wide seeing multiple couples, from an orange and white tiger… to brownish and gold fur retrievers. Then finally a pair of bright orange and red foxes… However, you didn’t see any other couple that wasn’t considered a hybrid.
Eventually it started to feel like you were being suffocated, trying to wiggle out of the female’s grasp that only made you hiss from how much movement you were doing as the smell of fresh blood reached your nose. However it probably would’ve been noticed if where you were inside a closed space and not outside a snowy environment.
Though the sudden action had everyone freezing in alarm and concern before understanding lit up—They were overwhelming you. Although it was hard to detect in the wind, the strongest sense in the air was pain and fear… along with something else that smelled familiar to them. But from what Yoongi explained about your past… It would be best not to make a first bad impression by bringing up horrid memories.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!! I—I didn’t mean to be rude,” The women stumbled upon her words, ears pinning back as an embarrassed blush painted her cheeks red. Gently, she placed you down on the cold ground where you unconsciously hissed at everyone to back off, back arching as high it could go while tail bristled in anger.
The defensive position had the parents deflating, sadness filling them as the others eye’s softened—Maybe it was a mistake not to inform you that they were coming here…
“Y/N, it’s okay… You can trust them. It’s about time you meet the big family,” Namjoon calmly explained, crouching near as the four hybrids smiled in reassurance. Giving you an encouraging nod before standing next to the ones that shared similar traits with them—Are these their parents?
“Maybe we should let Y/N get settled in first! I bet she’s dying to eat a nice hot meal and shake off the cold—Yoongi… Namjoon… Your parents should be inside finishing up dinner. While Jin, your parents are getting the rooms ready,” Mrs. Jung spoke up, brownish tail wagging as the sun radiated off her smile.
Nodding in agreement, Namjoon ruffled your head before Yoongi came to scroop you up in his arms. Unzipping his jacket so he could wrap you up in it, becoming your personal heater.
During the trail, you watched how all the boys were in a good mood… Despite them being tired from staying up too late. Laughter could be heard a mile away as they joked around with big grins, even Jungkook had tears falling when being embraced by each of his parents.
Just then a flick was felt upon your ear that caused you to glare upward, Yoongi smirking down before an annoyed hiss fell from your lips that had him chuckling in amusement. The sound catching everyone’s attention, secretly glancing over their shoulders to coo. As well sighing in relief seeing Yoongi open up to someone that wasn’t his parents or the boys.
Soon enough, after heading through the darkness and snowy fog… You could make out a building that was neatly decorated as Christmas lights shined the pathway—This is a house?! It looks like a castle!!
Your mouth couldn’t help but drop when seeing a semi-giant mansion…
“Speechless dearie? Believe me… I was too when our seven boys surprised us with it,” Mrs. Kim stated, walking slower to keep in pace with Yoongi as she saw the awe shine in your eyes. Smiling at her son and husband that were ahead them, black and white tail blending into the snowy environment while it swished around.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small grin forming as he stared at the big house that was coming more into view—Wait was that? You couldn’t help but snicker in amusement when feeling Yoongi puff out his chest in pride. It seems the sight of the house inflated his ego…
“…All of you deserved it from how much you put up with us. We all have successful jobs… It was about time we lend a hand,” Yoongi explained with a far-off look in his eyes at the mention of being successful. While he did work in the music industry, Yoongi didn’t just want to be claimed as another random face… He wanted to make a name for himself that the world knew and deep in his gut, something told him that was coming soon. “Ah, anyways… All we did was start the race; it was you all that finished it remember? I hear the clinic and restaurant are the talk of the town, soon it’s going to go global—Eomma even told me your starting your own fashion line… What’s that all about?”
At the comment, Taehyung’s mom ended up coughing in her hand as she grew shy… The only people who actually knew about that was the ladies and her husband. Mrs. Kim didn’t even tell her son about what she was planning to release next fall. “Yes well… You didn’t think Taetae got his fashion sense from his father, did you?”
Yoongi laughed in agreement, glancing at the two male tigers to see one sporting a designer outfit while the other was wearing something that was entirely mismatched. The music lover couldn’t help but flinch seeing the terrible combination… Even HE had some fashionable sense.
Finally arriving at the front door, the guys were the first to rush into the house to get out of the cold weather. Dragging snow with them that had the woman glaring at the mess, pulling off their coats to put away. Honestly, you were surprised when Yoongi didn’t shed off his jacket as well or even ask if you’d sit on the floor from how much heat you were adding.
Suddenly a delicious aroma filled the room, it had your stomach grumbling in anger. In fact, you don’t think you’ve eaten anything since breakfast, and it seemed the smell wasn’t only affecting you. The other hybrids practically melting on the spot as drool formed, following the smell.
It wasn’t hard to find where it was coming from, Yoongi settling you down on the counter when spotting a beautiful women facing away from everyone. She was wearing an elegant black outfit, long hair tired up as she focused on chopping. The lady looked like Yoongi when he cooks.
Speaking of him…
“Eomma…. I’m home.”
Snapping her head up, eyes growing wide as she accidentally dropped the knife on the floor that had you jumping into a defensive position. Relaxing slightly when seeing the women throw herself into Yoongi’s awaiting arms before she pulled away. Placing a single hand on his cheek that had Yoongi leaning in for comfort.
“Oh my boy… Wait, am I sure your him? My, Yoongi, was never this handsome,” Mrs. Min snorted as Yoongi rolled his eyes, gently pushing his mother’s hand away playfully.
“Okay… Well you ruined the moment,” Yoongi chuckled.
“I was just kidding dumpling… Of course your mine, only I could create such a beautiful child,” Mrs. Min chuckled as she reached for the knife on the floor, placing it in the sink before turning around to get a better view at her son. However, her eyes widen seeing Yoongi’s shirt… “Oh my!! Yoongi you’re bleeding! Are you okay?!”
“Bleeding? What, are you finally going crazy? What are you talking about, I’m not…” Yoongi scrunched up his nose in confusion, glancing down at his shirt only to freeze. There, right in the middle, was in fact a blood stain… Although it was not a lot, it was still alarming.
“This doesn’t make sense…” Yoongi mumbled, thinking back on what happened today as his mother fused over him on possibly being injured. It was then that a light bulb lit up in his head… Y/N. Maybe that fight with the hybrid eagle did more than damage your mental health.
Ignoring his mother, Yoongi slowly crept to where you sat with a clinging Jimin. The fox being putty in your arms as you pat his head with a single paw. Giving a shushing sign when the hybrids spotted him getting closer. When Yoongi was close enough, he spotted your black fur had a shining wet coat to the shoulder. Although he couldn’t tell if it was blood or not.
Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi whispered an apology before touching the wet spot that had you wincing and letting out a loud cry. A deadly hiss escaping as wild eyes stared into Yoongi’s soul, everyone gathering into the kitchen when hearing the sound.
It surprised the parents when something triggered in their four boys, startled eyes watching them transform as they stood guard in front as Yoongi stared at the tips of his fingers that had fresh blood on it. Snapping up when hearing growls ring through the air as the hybrids eyed him suspiciously, only backing down when you finally relaxed seeing it was just Yoongi.
Seokjin and Namjoon stared with worry, wondering what the hell was going on. The two coming up behind Yoongi to peer down at what he was looking at that had curiosity grow in the parents too. Suddenly a gasp left one of them, the eldest being the first to react.
“Someone get my dad, immediately!!! Y/N’s hurt!!”
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Welcome to the thirteenth chapter of Changing One’s Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience. All my hard-work finally paid off, I graduated with my associates!
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Summary: Everyone across the world knew of the famous seven, their reputation going all around for being the purest idols out there. In fact, some might have thought they were descendants from actual hybrids in their family, but respecting their private life… No one knew the truth—However, what has been kept a secret for years was that the youngest member, known for his bunny smile, has a hybrid himself.
What happens when the shy bunny girl meets the members for the first time? Will it be fight, flight… Or a clingy adorable mess?
~Genre: Fluff & Humor, Hybrid au
~Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) | JK x Hybrid f! Reader
~Word Count: 4.3K
A/N: This story was requested by @rainbow-bunny-bts ! I hope you all enjoy it…
“Where’s Jungkook?” Hoseok questioned; hair slightly disheveled from just waking up. His feet dragging himself through the hall until the busy kitchen was in plain sight, immediately noticing how the youngest was nowhere to be seen as Seokjin and Yoongi moved around the island with ease.
Scrunching up his nose in confusion, Hoseok’s eyes darted around the room… Weird, he would’ve thought that Jungkook would be the first one here. Especially since the delicious smell filled the whole house—In fact, the promise of food was the main reason Hoseok left his bed, the scent being too mouth-watering to ignore.
The two eldest’s attention, however, never wavered from the multiple tasks at hand as they didn’t acknowledge the new presence or question. Yoongi and Seokjin never hesitating to take charge on cooking a heartful breakfast for the members. It didn’t hurt that they were also the best chefs in the group, maybe even the world as they put all their love and hard work into making everyone ate a proper meal.
Occasionally, Taehyung or Jimin would gather ingredients for them, but for the most part… All of the guys stayed out of the way, watching from the side-lines.
“He’s still sleeping… Since its our day off, I didn’t bother to wake him. Jungkook needs as much rest as he can get—We all do,” Namjoon stated seriously without eye-contact, his nose in a worn-out notebook. It was obvious to anyone that he was tremendously tired, but Namjoon continued to work.
Tapping sounds echoing throughout the room from a pen hitting the table’s surface, loose papers being scattered around that contained inked scratched marks and notes. Namjoon’s face twisting in deep thought, eyes shining with nothing but passion as he quietly mumbled the brand-new lyrics to himself. Proof checking to see if the words flowed off the tongue.
“Plus, waking up that kid is a living nightmare. We’d have a better chance moving Bukhan Mountain,” Yoongi scoffed, blowing on a piece of meat before presenting it towards an eager Jimin. Narrowed chocolate eyes analyzing his facial expression for any sign that the food needed adjusting. Yoongi nodding smugly as a smirk formed when hearing Seokjin’s usual high-pitched seal laugh toward his joke, the rest joining in that caused him to puff out proudly—That’s right… Laugh peasants.
“Yah, it’s about time that brat gets up anyways. Come help set the table, then someone go wake him—Namjoon! For the last time, I am not going to tell you twice… Stop working right this instant, you need a break too!” Seokjin instructed, shouting as loud as he could and although there was no firmness or anger directed in his tone—Quite the opposite actually as he tried to recover from laughing too hard—no one gave any protest or reason not to follow orders.
Everyone leaving their seats to help, even Namjoon sighed in defeat while putting the notebook and papers safely away to assist.
The six didn’t have trouble getting around, rarely bumping into another as they unconsciously moved in sync to gather plates, utensils, and cups. Yoongi and Seokjin not wasting time to place the meals on different serving plates before moving it to the table for grabs. The preparations had the dining room appearing like their own personal restaurant and everything.
A mini buffet for days… Or at least everyone gets seconds.
“Perfect! Someone call JK.”
“I’ll do it… JUNGKOOK!” Jimin shouted, refusing to physically search for the sleeping member as his powerful voice ricocheted off the walls like a beautiful melody and not a screeching banshee. Waiting a long silence before Jimin let out a mischievous grin, shrugging as he started to serve himself. “Oh well, I tried… More for me then.”
Snorting, Taehyung held in a laugh as Yoongi clapped with pride at the comment. Seokjin shaking his head softly, getting up to at least try and wake up Jungkook himself. However, as soon as the oldest was about to turn the corner a shriek left his mouth in fright. Practically jumping a few feet when seeing the man in question all but ran towards him. Jungkook thinking quick on his feet to maneuver around, dodging Seokjin from a tackling disaster.
The sudden turn of events had everyone freezing in place, almost as if Medusa turned them into solid statues—Jungkook’s hair was freshly styled without fancy hair products, leaving it soft to the touch… and it was clear sleepwear was not an option for today.
This change, on a day off no less, had everyone greatly confused as all six tried to process what the hell was going on. They haven’t seen Jungkook with this much lively energy unless they were performing, trying to win a challenge that was prized to win coupons or food, or donating to the hybrid shelter—Is there a special event happening at the HYBE building? That didn’t seem likely though considering they would’ve known about it by now.
But! There was that one time… fours years ago when Jungkook was practically a ball of sunshine for a whole month, more than usual at least.
Everything felt out of order seeing the youngest not greet them, or even spare a glance at the food!
Socks sliding against the floor before Jungkook skidded to a halt, hopping on a single foot to slip on his shoes. Even Bam seemed excited as if he knew a secret they didn’t, following closely behind with his tail wagging in happiness.
“Woah, wait! Jungkook, what’s going on? You need to relax and have breakfast with us, it’s our day off remember,” Namjoon snapped out of his daze, rushing to explain their schedule for the week in case the youngest forgot and thought they were running late. The leader stumbling out of the seat to stop Jungkook from leaving, everyone’s eyes full of concern and worry.
“Ah, no time hyung! …Sorry but there is somewhere important I need to be,” Jungkook argued, pausing to give all the members a reassuring bunny smile that he was okay. However, it didn’t last long as he broke eye-contact to search for Bam’s leash. Not really having time for too much chit-chat, despite it being the morning.
This was the first break in months that they got, and even though Jungkook cherished every moment singing for armies… It was also exhausting being away from loved ones for too long. So, Jungkook stayed up all night planning the perfect day—But first, it was he needed to stop at a certain location.
Usually, the members didn’t pry into each other’s lives but enough was enough. Their curiosity was too great since this wasn’t like Jungkook to keep secrets from them. Although before anyone could blurt out what their thinking, dinging sounds grabbed their attention. Jungkook pulling out his phone to check the message, and just like that…
Jungkook was gone, the door slamming on the way out as he and Bam left in a hurry.
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“Hyung, open the door!!” Jungkook shouted impatiently, forgetting about the neighbors for a second as he banged on the nicely looking door. Groans and shuffling being heard on the other side, the sound of it unlocking had Jungkook practically dancing in the hallway of the expensive building.
“Jungkook…? What are you doing knocking on your own apartment, don’t you have a key?” Jung-hyun complained, rubbing his eyes tiredly and moving out the way. Anyone with a brain could tell that Jungkook’s older brother just woke up, okay more like forced to wake up from the loud knocks.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize until it was too late that the key was left back at the dorms. I was too excited to get as quick as I could!” Jungkook smiled brightly, talking louder than necessary only to quickly slap a hand over his mouth with wide doe eyes. The action causing Jung-hyun to laugh at Jungkook’s cute little habits, knowing he didn’t want the surprised to be ruined.
See, Jungkook had a secret from the world that he hid well.
You.
Four years ago, Jungkook wandered around Seoul until the paparazzi stopped him as he took off running. Entering a building to hide in, the people there being most welcoming and understanding. However, Jungkook didn’t except for his hideout to be a hybrid shelter, the owner deciding to show him around until the man noticed Jungkook’s attention was focused on the Leporidae family. All the different hybrids trying to get his attention, immediately recognizing the famous BTS member.
Except his eyes didn’t leave a small white bunny, your eyes refusing to look at him as you hid in the far corner from shyness and fear. Jungkook didn’t know what got into his head to adopt, but when your eyes finally connected once, it just felt right—Maybe it was fate…?
Though the first few months didn’t go well, your shy and startled nature making it hard for you to trust him. But eventually, Jungkook earned the right to finally see a different side of you that only he knew, despite Jungkook’s busy schedule and constantly needing to hide around.
“Does she know I’m back?” Jungkook questioned, curious eyes glancing up at his brother with a raised eyebrow. Jung-hyun shook his head, the action making Jungkook feel giddy at you not knowing he was back from tour.
“Nope! I kept it air-tight like you wanted, even distracting her from any news of your return—Though, I should get going because unlike you… I don’t have a day off today,” Jung-hyun teased, rolling his eyes and grinning to show Jungkook that there was no real resentment behind his words. However before Jung-hyun left, pitter patter feet was heard coming down the hall.
Not one, but two Italian Greyhounds happily running towards Jungkook causing him to crouch down with a wide smile. Enjoying the attention from his two dogs that he hadn’t seen in a long time, even Bam was excited to see them. The youngest dog wagging his tail, running off with the two smaller and older dog to play.
Since Jungkook was away a lot, he left you in the hands of a trusted babysitter and sometimes his older brother. While you were more than capable of doing things yourself, hybrids still needed to be watched and cared for. Especially bunny hybrids, hence the reason Jungkook decided to adopt Song and Paeng to keep you company while he went away and Bam tagged along.
“Bye hyung, thank you so much for taking care of Y/N,” Jungkook smiled, waving bye to his brother as he closed and locked the door. Learning against it with a sigh, feeling great to be back home. Though it didn’t last long as the tall male turned towards the hallway, making his way towards the main bedroom where he knew you’d be sleeping peacefully.
Once entering, Jungkook froze seeing a bunny ear immediately twitch out from underneath the covers. Your face scrunching up at the new smell and sudden creek of the door, nose sniffing lightly in your sleep. Listening for another sound but concluding that it was one of the dogs as it got quite all of a sudden.
Wait.
No… You definitely heard it that time, the sound of a male breathing.
Your whole body going stiff, eyes snapping open as you held a hand over your mouth to hold in a startled squeak. It almost felt like being in a horror movie, as you prayed that it was Jung-hyun coming to get you for breakfast or something—Okay, get it together. This is the most secure building, relax…
“Jung-hyun?”
“Expecting my brother in our bedroom? I’m hurt cotton-tail,” A familiar teasing voice rang out, laughter happening as your ears perked straight up in alert. Eyes widening, you stumbled up in bed to snap towards the sound, seeing Jungkook standing near the open door with a wide smile and shining eyes.
“Kook…? –You’re home!!” You didn’t hesitate to jump out of bed with a hop, small cotton tail wagging in excitement, ruffling being heard as it scraped against the shirt. Your body barreling into his, vanilla and mint entering your senses as it calmed you down.
“We just got back yesterday, I wanted to surprise you—But today I have the whole day off, so get dressed… We have plans milady,” Jungkook stated with a sheepish smile, releasing you from the hug as he bowed playfully like a knight to his queen. The action had you blushing, squealing in shyness as your ears flopped down to hide your face. It had Jungkook smiling softly when you lightly pushed him before hopping off to get dressed.
It wasn’t long until you were properly dressed, a hat forcing your bunny ears to flatten against your hair as you put on a mask for identity purposes. However, just as you and Jungkook were about to leave with the dogs on leashes… A phone started ring.
Jungkook’s ringtone had your heart clenching, already preparing for what that meant. There was no way that it was anyone else BUT work, you couldn’t even blame Jungkook for this sudden turn of events.
“Hello, hyung? Wait… What do you mean? But I thought—No, I understand… I’ll be there soon,” Jungkook mumbled into the phone, slowly hanging it up as his shoulders slumped before turning to you. Only for his heart to break seeing the familiar disappointment in your eyes, but not at him. It was more delivered at Jungkook leaving again after only seeing him for an hour. “Y/N… I—”
“No, it’s okay Jungkook. I get it, really… I’ll still be here tonight and tomorrow. Don’t worry about it,” You forced a bright smile, using all your will power to make sure your bunny ears didn’t fall in sadness after taking your hat off. Jungkook didn’t need to know that the neglect has been affecting your hybrid side recently, he had more important matters.
However, today of all days… turned out to be the worst days.
“Oh, I see… No Mrs. Jang, that is no problem—Thank you, I hope you feel better,” Jungkook finished the call, signing deeply at hearing another person saying they couldn’t watch you today. This was the 20thcall, Jungkook didn’t have anyone else to watch you while he went to practice for a few hours. His brother had work, your usual sitter was on a vacation with her family, the nice lady that lived downstairs was sick, and the rest were either too busy or not in town.
Guess he had no choice now…
“Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” A BigHit staff greeted, bowing slightly with a wide smile before continuing on their path. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to greet them, forcing a smile as he nervously rushed through the HYBE building, clenching the handle of the duffel bag. Slightly patting the black carrier in comfort when hearing anxious shuffling.
Glancing around, Jungkook lightly opened the door to the dance studio where they practice all of their choreography. Peeking his head in to see the lights on, but no one in the room.
Sighing in relief, Jungkook relaxed as he entered the room before putting the bag gently down to the nearest chair. Although the bag was already halfway zipped open, Jungkook didn’t waste time to open it fully as a white bunny stared straight at him.
Anxiousness was clear in your posture, foot lightly thumping as your nose constantly twitched. This was just too overwhelming, the smells of different hybrids around the building had you on edge… Specifically the predator hybrids. “Don’t worry… It will just be a few hours and then—”
“Jungkook? What are you doing?” Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity to see the youngest talking to the bag when first coming into the room. Though it wasn’t far of a stretch to his usual-self, Jungkook always being the one to talk to objects as if they were people. Though what concerned him was when Jungkook jumped in fright, covering the bag tightly as he hid it behind himself.
“Nothing!! Uh, practice?” Jungkook shouted, changing the subject quickly as everyone came into the room. Namjoon immediately brightening at the announcement of practice, as the rest of the guys put their bags on the floor near Jungkook.
“Jungkookie! I’m glad you made it—I’m sorry of the sudden call, but Yoongi created the beat to the music last week and Namjoon just finished writing the lyrics. So I thought we should test out the choreography, while its still fresh in my memory,” Hoseok smiled, point to his brain for emphasizes as Yoongi set up the beat to the music on his laptop since they would still need to record them singing Namjoon’s lyrics sometime soon.
“No… It’s alright,” Jungkook smiled, giving an unnoticeable glance to his bag before walking to the middle of the room where everyone else was stretching. Soon, an upbeat hip-hop rhythm rang throughout the room as Yoongi nodded along to his work with a proud smile.
“So what was so important today?” Jimin asked, head tilting cutely as he was genuinely curious on where Jungkook went this morning in a hurry. Though before the youngest could answer, Hoseok instructed where each members should go before demonstrating a dance. Everyone focusing on the moves before slowly trying to copy the dancer.
An hour came and went before everyone slowly started to perfect the dance move, some getting the hang of it faster than others. However, during that time you were beginning to feel suffocated inside the bag, despite the zipper still being open. Hesitating, you poked your head out to see what was going on, mouth widening at the sight.
The seven danced together, in a synchronize formation that had your jaw dropping to the floor—Sure, you’ve seen them perform… But never physically in-person. Only from the little videos and news on the internet, being there was totally different. Your eyes followed every rhythm movement they were showing as sweat ran down their faces. Even with the dance being complicated to learn, everyone worked together perfectly as if they were made to do this with one another.
You wanted to get closer than this, quietly trying to climb out the bag with the push of your feet. Eyes widening feeling the uneven weight as the duffel bag slowly started to fall off the chair. A yelp-like squeak leaving your mouth in alarm, landing on the wooden floor with a loud thump. Though, the music blocked most of the sounding impact.
That sucked.
Shaking it off with a frown, you hopped around until getting to the piled bags that were thrown nearby. Climbing over them until finding the lighter colored one as your fur blended into the material, watching the practice. You felt warm inside when seeing Jungkook dance with pure focus and a large smile, even if he did look tired, the man performed with all his heart into every move—Wait.
Something smelled off…
Nose twitching and smelling the air sound to see if you did, correctly, smell that. Only to freeze in place when the scent got stronger down the hallway. No, there was no mistaking that… Starting to wish with all you might that the saltiness in the studio overpowered the sweetness of your scent.
But apparently that was too much to ask for in the universe as the shadow passed by the door. It didn’t help that the door was slightly cracked open to come in either, your mind immediately going into fight or flight mode as you hid further into the bags.
Your beathing quickened, the door pushing further open without anyone coming inside. Although the music barred, your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear as it pounded in fear—What if it was a predator?
The suspense was killing you.
However, suddenly it felt like time turned into slow motion as your adrenaline kicked in to run when the door flew open a little harder than necessary. You didn’t even bother to glance at who it was, squeals leaving your mouth while sliding against the floor before heading towards the seven dancing males. Thankfully Jungkook noticed the moment you got closer as he practically pushed the other guys out of the way in alarm. Fearing you would get trampled on.
“Wha—” Everyone shouted off-guard thinking all of them tripped over themselves as they fell to the floor with a groan. This was the first time, since debut, did they feel out of harmonization. After getting their bearings together, each member finally glanced at the youngest only for their jaw to drop seeing a bunny hybrid hugging Jungkook.
“The hell—Who are you and how did you get in here?” Yoongi sneered, sharp eyes glaring daggers in your direction. Even the rest were now tensed, not breaking their eyes off you as they all wanted to call for help, but also not wanting to put Jungkook’s safety at risk. “Don’t even thinkabout trying to say you’re a fan because our army would never disrespect us in a way to break into a building and intrude on our personal lives!”
“I—” You tried to speak, shutting down as the fear refused to allow anything to come out. These six looked like a complete switch from when they were dancing together. Your grip on Jungkook’s hoodie tightening, and tail straining itself to stand tall as your foot thumped against the ground. Body hunching down behind Jungkook’s tall stature as tears slowly started to stream down your cheeks, bunny ears flopping down in front of your face as if that would make you invisible.
“Hyung!!” Jungkook scolded, the tone causing Yoongi’s eyes to widen and step back in shock. Even the leader paused in surprised, Namjoon’s phone—that he was secretly going to use to call security—falling to the floor with a definite crack.
Sure, the youngest tested the limits on annoying and ignoring everyone… But NEVER did he actually shout at anyone of them with such an icy glare.
Eyes watched Jungkook closely as he turned around to shush the frightened bunny into calming down. Confusion gracing their features at the simple affection you both were showing, they could’ve sworn that Jungkook also asked the hybrid what scared them out of hiding from the duffel bag as you mumbled an explanation. Blushing in embarrassment when Jungkook laughed, explaining it was just someone walking past while the air conditioner probably blew the door open.
“Hiding…? Duffel bag? –What?! Jungkook, do you know this girl?” Seokjin finally exploded, the loudness echoing through the studio as Hoseok turned the music down and closed the door fully, locking it in the process for privacy. You couldn’t help but jump at the sound, Hoseok softening at the action as he gave an apologetic smile.
“Yes, this is Y/N. She’s my…” Jungkook hesitantly trailed off, his tough exterior breaking trying to spit out a sentence. Although he wanted everyone to like you, Jungkook also didn’t know how to explain to his family that you’re a hybrid, adopted four years ago, and without them or the world knowing.
“Hybrid?” Taehyung finished, not bothering to hide his excitement at seeing you up-close. It was a rare occasion that he was able to gaze upon a hybrid without seeming disrespectful, but Taehyung was happier at seeing a bunny hybrid. Usually, your hybrid species didn’t like too much crowded spaces so large cities were a big no-no for some.
Taehyung, however, wasn’t the only one fascinated at you as Jimin started to make funny faces to get yourself to laugh. Or the way that Hoseok smiled brightly whenever your gaze directed upon him, giving a wave. The three were quite baffled at the news, but at the same time, knew Jungkook probably had a good reason to not introduce you to them.
Though, the two oldest members and Namjoon practically forced Jungkook to tell them everything! The youngest telling the guys stories with a giant smile as he tried to introduce you properly, only for your shy nature to kick in.
“Finally, Y/N… This is Yoongi,” Jungkook coaxed you towards Yoongi, your body turning stiff when being directly in front of the black-haired boy that had yelled harshly earlier. Yoongi stared upon you with an unknown expression, a sigh escaping as he thrusted a hand out that accidentally caused you to let out a squeak. The high-pitched sound had Yoongi’s eyes widening, mumbling a quiet apology at scaring you once more.
Eventually, Jungkook confessed the main reason he didn’t introduce you guys sooner was because of the media. Not wanting you to be overwhelmed with your privacy constantly trying to be invaded, especially since sometimes the members couldn’t hold in a secret when it came to interviews or VLive. This was something everyone could understand, each member relaxing that the reason wasn’t because Jungkook didn’t trust them.
Although when they all got back to practice, let’s just say it needed to be cut short. Any little shadow, smell, or sound startling you enough to practically jump into Jungkook’s arms during a dance routine. It was honestly funny and cute to the members to say the least, watching your face snuggle up into the maknae’s neck with a content sigh that had Jungkook blushing red at the affection in front of his hyungs—They were definitely going to tease him about this later, Hoseok and Jimin not hesitating to take pictures with a grin that had the youngest whining.
While this day didn’t turn out as expected… It was a perfect day altogether.
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Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word Count: 3.7K
**WARNING: This chapter contains bullying, PTSD, and slight violence… If this makes you uncomfortable or triggers you in anyway. Please do NOT read!**
The female leader snapped out of her shock, puffing out her chest and straightening up at the challenge. Blackish and brown eagle wings bristled behind, flexing wide to show her dominance over you. The action immediately causing the two lackies to submit, avoiding all eye contact as possible by tilting their heads toward the ground. Their bodies hunching over to curl in on themselves to appear smaller than they actually are.
“What’s this, a mere cat is standing up for a fox hybrid? Dear… You do know that your nothing but prey to him, right?” The hybrid snapped, anger bursting inside that someone below her species was giving off a defiance. Not appreciating how you didn’t show an ounce of submission or fear, only unconsciously straightening up more to show off your power instead.
Though the eagle hybrid made no sign of moving, fierce eyes calculating her odds and tactics before attacking.
“This mere cat is going to kick your ass if you don’t get out of here. Unlike you dear, I am more bite than bark,” You hissed, teeth baring as the white lie fell easily from your lips as if it was true. Although you’d love to think that you could rip the bird’s head off with no problem, you also knew that fighting was not your strongest ability.
As well, going up against a predator? That was a death wish waiting to happen.
Still… One glance at Jimin, and you knew it was worth a shot to try. Rather taking on all three if it meant that he would be safe—But the comment seemed to upset the bird hybrid more, a screeching noise that sounded more animalistic echoed throughout the air that had your sensitive ears flinching. Even causing some real birds to fly off while rodents ran for cover, neither wanting to be a victim.
Tensing, you watched all logic go out the window when seeing the female’s eyes shine with nothing but wrath and lust for blood… You’re blood.
Cat reflexes starting to kick in and go into overdrive, hearing the whistling sound of the wind as the hybrid’s wings stretched out to give her an extra boost in steps. You barely managed to jump out of the way in time to avoid being tackled to the ground.
However, a hiss left your lips noticing that she was much closer to a statue-like Jimin The idea of the hybrid being remotely lose to him left a bitter taste on your tongue, not wasting time to practically force the eagle to follow with a tight grip upon her wing. Squeaks of pain leaving the bird’s mouth with a surprised gasp, especially after getting roughly shoved to the snowy ground by the other’s two feet.
“Pretty feathers, too bad there attached to someone with a shitty personality,” You scoffed, twisting a single feather that managed to get yanked undone between your thumb and index finger. Golden eyes following the movement, zooming in on the beautiful feather that fell to the street before the wind picked it up and out of sight.
During that time, you didn’t know better that the fuse to a bomb inside started to ignite. Everything going by so fast, not allowing you to process anything until it was too late.
Choking from the force, you staggered back when a punch to the face had your eyes watering. You didn’t even have time to defend yourself before more assaults came that had you coughing and wheezing. The eagle hybrid didn’t hesitate or have any regrets as she kneed you in the stomach that made your body double over in pain to the ground. She didn’t even give you a chance to catch your breath before another blow was delivered that had you crying out—Get up… A chant-like marathon echoed throughout your head, teary eyes cracking open slightly to see the bright sky.
Except, another the swing of the female’s leg had your body forcing itself to the side from the powerful kick. Blue sky long gone as your body felt like it was on fire, lungs burning for oxygen and ears pinning back in distress. The feeling had you curling in on yourself.
“Pathetic… Not saying anything now, huh kitty? I wonder what that fox thinks of you, trying to defend his honor, only to end up like a piece of gum on the floor. You couldn’t even put up much of a fight,” A voice cackled near your ear, her presence looming over you as the eagle bent down with a scowl.
The mention of the fox hybrid had your eyes snapping open straight away, searching before landing on a shivering figure. You had no idea how much time passed or if the others were looking for the two of you, but right now. In this moment… You couldn’t give a single fucks as your eyes focused on the tear stains that was covering dried up blood from the mark that SHE caused.
Biting your tongue, you fought against the pain in your stomach and everywhere else. The taste of copper tainting your taste buds from the punch in the face earlier. The hybrid, who’s guard was down, let out a shocked gasp as she staggered backwards from an elbow to the face. It distracted the eagle enough to let you stand up.
The sudden turn of events had the other two hybrids springing into action. Thankfully the two were much smaller than you, being easier to knock them down with little trouble.
Panting in exhaustion, not noticing the taller hybrid behind you until it was too late as a silent scream fell from your lips. Sharp talons digging into your shoulder blade that had you wanting to fall to the ground and cry.
“You’re starting to piss me off,” Hands shoved you with little effort and care into the wall right next to Jimin, causing him to winch at the sound it made. Biting your lip, you stared directly into cold eyes with no fear… Not wanting to give her the satisfaction that you were in pain all over.
“Jimin… Leave,” You croaked out, the comment had the eagle smirking at the requested demand. She didn’t even bother to take her eyes off you, knowing damn well that the fox wasn’t worth it anymore. But the girl that tried to stop her from having “fun” …Well that was a different story, and she was determined to leave a life learning lesson here to never mess with someone below your own species again.
“Wha—”
“NOW!” You growled, holding onto the wrist of the hand that was planted against your own throat. You could feel the cold touch of the sterling silver metal from your tag rubbing into the skin, gritting your teeth when the black collared tightened. Ears flickering when hearing the fox hybrid scramble to his feet and run in a hurry, scared yips leaving his mouth as the smell of roses and peaches faded away.
“Sending the fox away? Good idea kitty… We wouldn’t want him third wheeling on our little fun together,” The eagle grinned devilishly, her grip tightening that had you clenching with the idea of being corned until Jimin gets help. “What should I do with you? …Break a bone? How about leave a permanent scar?”
The list went on that would have had most people shiver in fear, but you showed no signs. In fact, you stared dead in the eye of the women that had won this fight with a hard glare… It didn’t upset you as much as you would’ve thought.
It was fine.
Jimin was safe and that was all that mattered. You handled far worse anyways, and the thought of Jimin going through the same thing as the light dimmed out of his eyes was worth being in this place instead of him.
Golden eyes scanned your face, humming deep in thought on what she could do. However a single movement had her slightly glancing up as a wide smile formed, her feather that was plucked earlier and picked up by the wind flew by next to your fluffy black cat ears. It had her grin growing wider than the grinch. “Oh, I know exactly what to do with you darling.”
“How about an eye for an eye? You remember my pretty little feather? …Well it’s time that I pluck something of yours too,” A sickly sweet voice caught your attention, nose scrunching up in confusion on what that meant until something happened that had you stiffening.
Sharp long nails dragging along the tip to the base of your ear, the action having it flinch back in disgust at the feeling. It didn’t feel anything like the way Yoongi does it, how it always felt comforting when he brushed his fingers in your fur or scratched around that area.
No—This felt wrong and frighteningly… familiar.
It felt like an ice-cold bucket of water was thrown over your body, breathing starting to turn ragged as your pupils widen in fear. Palms feeling sweaty as your tail wrapped around you in comfort as best it could, while your mouth went dangerously dry—Just like that… you weren’t on the side of a convenience store pinned down, you weren’t with a threatening eagle hybrid, there was no such thing as Yoongi (That has been searching for you for a while in worry).
No… You were at a place that you’d only seen in dreams. Somewhere you never wanted to physically return too.
You were back, and that familiar face staring deep into your soul had you paling hard. A hand that was pressing your collar against your throat wasn’t there, but an itchy rope that had you wanting to vomit as it dug deeper into your skin. Panicked eyes watching as the mouth moved, not hearing a single word over the ringing of your own heartbeat. You felt the all too familiar feeling of something being broken inside your body, when in reality, everything was in their rightful place.
“Filth, people like you should be an abomination. Don’t worry, I know a perfect remedy that will have you knowing your place in life,” The laugh had you shivering in place, a cold touch against your fluffy ears made you freeze—Then…
Red.
That’s all you saw while fighting the force that was trying to hold you in place. Vicious hisses that held nothing, but venom left your lips as you screamed, fighting with all your might. You didn’t even realize what you were doing in the real world as you kept up your assault against the face that haunted your mind. The reason you ran and never looked back, the person that had you preparing to die in an alleyway instead of in that house—Raising your arm, you were about to deliver the final bowl against the slightly cracked mirror of your past.
That is until a hand reached out to grab your wrist in a calming/gentle, but forceful manner.
The action had you crying out in anger, feral slit eyes swiftly looking for the one responsible that immobilized your clenched fist. However, you froze… wild green eyes coming face-to-face with concerned chocolate drop eyes.
Yoongi.
Everything faded away, the memories melting to nothing but a hazy mess. Yoongi’s grip relaxing and releasing your wrist when seeing you come back to your senses as your posture relaxed, hand unclenching. Glancing down, your eyes widen when seeing you straddling the unconscious hybrid. Her face covered in scratch marks, bites, and bruises. Blood rolling down her parted lips, the only sign that she was still alive was the up and down breathing of her chest.
Scanning the area, you noticed the others here as well—Jimin shaking in place as Hoseok tried to comfort the fox hybrid, while Namjoon tried to pull the other three from practically strangling the two hybrids that stared upon you with fear in their own eyes. Scared squeaks leaving them as they didn’t hesitate to transform into their bird forms, flying away when seeing they now had your attention on them.
“I… I’m sorry, I—” You stuttered over your words, not exactly knowing what to say. Hell, you didn’t even know who exactly you were apologizing too. Hands blindly finding the ground to help you stand on wobbly legs. Stumbling in pain or fear, you didn’t know… Shakily turning to leave back to the car. However before you could even make a single step in that direction, someone grabbed your hand to stop yourself from leaving. The action making you tense once more.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” You shouted, yanking in back with not much effort before wrapping your own warms around you as a shield. As if it was going to make you turn invisible against the world. Directing your sharp gaze to whoever reached out for you, eyes widening when seeing a hurt expression on Jungkook’s face.
This was the first time that you actually saw fright in the bunny’s eyes as he staggered back before quickly hopping to hide behind his hyungs. Immediately guilt consumed your heart that had you wanting to reach out to the youngest, but you didn’t. You couldn’t… Not right now at least.
“I’m sorry… Jungkook I—Just… please, leave me alone,” You whispered out in a broken voice, tightly closing your eyes shut to not see the others faces. Afraid they will be staring at you in disappointment, anger, or disgust. You didn’t waste time to run towards one of the cars, slamming the door closed as you transformed to hide underneath the seat, far from everyone. Staring off into the distance, tears silently streaming down and staining your fur.
The hybrids tagged along in the car you were in to try and comfort you, but to no avail. Tension in the air was thick, and the smell of blood had the hybrids whimpering as they felt you in pain. Even Jungkook was worried, despite being snapped at like if you were ready to bite his head off. He knew that you didn’t mean it.
No one said a word for the whole ride, not even music played on in the background.
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“PSTD?” Yoongi frowned, eyebrow raising in question as Seokjin explained the symptoms and how it develops after a traumatic situation.
The seven stood outside the car, their last stop before their final destination since a bathroom break was much needed right about now. However, you still refused to come out of your hiding spot in the car. Not even bothering to transform back, it was starting to make everyone anxious with worry on not seeing your smile. They were so use to you starting to become comfortable around them that this setback was unsettling.
“This actually explains what happened hours earlier. She could have gained it when Y/N lived with her old owner—I mean… Y/N has only lived with Yoongi for close to a year now but for her mind it could still be fresh down memory lane,” Namjoon nodded along in agreement, deep in thought as the rest of the males tensed at the idea of you reliving the exact moment that caused you pain. “None of us have the whole story on what exactly happened in her past, but whatever it was… It had a major impact on her mental state.”
“What should we do then? She’s in a fragile state right now, we should help—I should help! What do you need me to do? …Yoongi?” Hoseok whined, sad puppy dog eyes starting to water as his floppy ears drooped over in distress. Immediately looking towards the second oldest with permission to go and cuddle you.
Hoseok didn’t like the fact that you were in pain, or that you were starting to shut yourself down from them again. The dog hybrid prided himself on being able to help anyone, especially his loved ones. So feeling useless right now was foreign to him, instincts screaming at him to go make you feel better until your eyes sparkled brighten than the sun.
“Well the first thing we can do is be patient, Hobi. None of us should rush her to do anything she doesn’t feel like doing. It will just put more pressure on her mental state that will have Y/N pushing us further away,” Seokjin stated firmly, nods of understanding going around as Hoseok deflated slightly but didn’t protest. Although the seven wished to do more than sit back until you decided to come towards them again, they also knew that giving you space was something that was desperately needed.
“Honestly, the best thing any of us can do right now is act normal. If we just be ourselves around her, Y/N will start to relax and ease up,” Jimin encouraged, a small smile breaking out to lift their sour moods. The comment had everyone’s gaze turning on the fox hybrid with soft eyes.
It took an hour until Jimin could calm down and fully speak a full sentence, and yet even so, he would rather look out for others instead of himself.
“That’s a great idea—How are you feeling though? Does this still sting?” Seokjin asked in concern, cupping Jimin’s face gently as a single thumb rubbed against the small bandage on the fox’s cheek. Despite wincing from the wound, Jimin looked up at the oldest with innocent eyes as his tail waved around in happiness.
“I’m fine! In the beginning… I was a little shaken up, but if it hasn’t been for Y/N. Well let’s just say that I’m grateful she was there for me in time,” Jimin sighed in adoration for the black cat, wanting nothing more than to go and cuddle you in thanks for protecting him against those three females. The mating season making Jimin turn into putty at the thought of a cuddle session later.
At the confession, Taehyung sighed in relief, letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. The white tiger not wasting time to hug his best friend in comfort and reassurance, for both of them.
When the both of you disappeared for a long time, everyone was in distraught as they searched around the gas station for you guys. None of them thinking to look on the side of the building as their minds were scrambled with possible scenarios on what happened—Not even the hybrids could track you and Jimin down, their sense of small not being able to pinpoint anything out against the bunch of scents that were mixed in the outside air. But when Jimin came running towards them in fear and panic without you by his side, they immediately knew something was wrong.
Especially after a terrified and wild scream was heard that had Yoongi on edge when recognizing your tone of voice.
“Although this is no one’s fault, we all should’ve known better to keep a better eye on Jimin. His rut attracts unwanted attention and—Wait a second… Guys, where’s Jungkook?” Namjoon started to lecture everyone, even himself, until he counted the group. Needing to do a double take when realizing the bunny hybrid was missing.
“What? He was here a minute ago,” Yoongi mumbled, scrunching up his nose as everyone now started to search for the tall hybrid. They didn’t even notice Jungkook leaving them during their conversation, the bunny hybrid being silent when he wants to be.
“We didn’t step on him, right?!” Hoseok panicked, immediately transforming to sniff the ground as Seokjin looked under the car in case the bunny was hiding. Taehyung didn’t waste time to transform as well, deciding to search the ground but making sure to be close to Jimin. The fox hybrid trying to use the white tiger’s body as a small stool to peak over the car’s roof because the thing about Jungkook is… He likes to hide anywhere in the most unconventional places.
“Did we leave this car door open?” Namjoon asked, confusion all over his face at the cracked open door. The question catching everyone’s attention as they all but ran to squeeze themselves through the door but seeing no one. That is until they heard soft little snores underneath the seat that didn’t sound at all like you.
Each member of the group trying to peak underneath the car seat, eyes widening seeing the bunny hybrid huddled up in a content sleeping position. They couldn’t help but sigh as they smiled when you unconsciously curled around the black fluff ball as Jungkook snuggled further into your side with a twitch of his button nose.
Earlier when his hyungs was explaining the situation you were currently going through, Jungkook decided to sneak away without warning. There was determination in his wide doe eyes as he transformed into a bunny as soon as he stepped into the car. Not hesitating to crawl in a slow movement toward your sleeping form, being extra careful to not alert you of his presence. Afterwards, sleep was not hard to come by as he got wrapped up in your warmth and lovely scent. Loving when your tail wrapped around him like a blanket.
“That sneaky little brat…”
It wasn’t long before the rest of the hybrids found themselves asleep in the car too. Hoseok knocked out at the foot of the seat in a comfortable rolled up position, wanting to be close to you as well but not being able to fit underneath the seat like Jungkook. Nearby Taehyung and Jimin were both sleeping together, but in the backseat, the fox cuddled up in the arms of the white tiger.
Everyone was comfortable as music played on, until a phone started to ring. Yoongi reaching out in his pocket to stop the sound from waking the hybrids up as he answered the incoming call. Seokjin’s voice echoing throughout the walkie-talkie from the other car. Not bothering to stop his rapping skills as he continued to drive, yelling at someone out the window as they cut him off.
“Hello? No, yeah, we’re almost there—Yah, what do you mean that I’m a sloth?! I wasn’t the one driving half the time! …Yes, I can’t wait for you to meet her too. Okay, we’ll see you soon. Bye, eomma.”
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Welcome to the twelfth chapter of Changing One’s Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience— Ding, Ding, Ding… Winner: YOU! Although now you have to deal with something much harder…
Meet the parents.
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…Well I really loved the idea so expect a new story sometime soon, as well as new chapters for Changing One’s Tune and Keys to the Magic Door! As always I love you and please be patience with me.
~Pairing: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) | JK x Hybrid f! Reader
Summary: Everyone across the world knew of the famous seven, their reputation going all around for being the purest idols out there. In fact, some might have thought they were descendants from actual hybrids in their family, but respecting their private life… No one knew the truth—However, what has been kept a secret for years was that the youngest member, known for his bunny smile, has a hybrid himself.
What happens when the shy bunny girl meets the members for the first time? Will it be fight, flight… Or a clingy adorable mess?
Sitting in the hospital lobby, you caught Dr. Hiddleston’s attention on his way to work. Blissfully unaware of your condition, you turned down his help in the first place. When push came to shove, the British intensivist did not leave your bedside.
Rating: Mature Audience [16+] Fandom: Tom Hiddleston Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston is your doctor and you are in critical condition and he has an overwhelming desire to cure you. He checks up on you every 2 hours to see if you’re doing alright. And sometimes you pretend you’re asleep and he bends down and kisses you on the forehead and lips. Pairing: Doctor!Tom Hiddleston x Reader Type:Reader insert, one-shot, fluff, angst, sic fic, hurt/comfort Date: 27th March 2017 Words:4673 Warnings: [TW: graphic description of medical conditions and procedures, detailed description of the reader’s critical condition, needles, panic attack] The rating and the warnings are due to the reader developing diabetic ketoacidosis, a potentially life-threatening complication of diabetes mellitus type one. A huge part of the story plays in an Intensive Care Unit. A/N: That imagine by @clairelouiseisawesome has been nibbling on my brain for a long time. The GIF by @satanslifecoach got the ball rolling. Beta’d:@outside-the-government
You just came back from an appointment with your new pulmonologist and waited for your best friend to pick you up. The short walking distance from the lift to the entrance hall appeared agonizingly long. No way you could drive home by yourself.
Shortness of breath plus a searing pain between your ribs when you had to cough were not new to you anymore. You had been suffering from a bronchitis that was not susceptible to the recent round of antibiotics.
Slumping into one of the surprisingly comfortable armchairs in the hospital lobby seating area, you let your head fall against the backrest and closed your eyes.
Thanks to the medication you were taking recently, you could breathe easily. Nevertheless, taking a deep breath elicited a dry cough. It subsided quickly, yet your chest felt tight like something heavy was sitting on it.
You allowed your head to fall back again. The black leather felt chilly against your neck. Staring at the ceiling, you tried to calm your racing heart by letting your mind wander, wondering what pictures you could create if you connected the tiny random holes in the tiles.
“Excuse me, miss, are you okay?“ The rich, modulated voice was coming from the blond man crouching beside the armchair.
You wanted to respond, but it was hard for you to clear your thoughts. A cold trickle of sweat ran down your spine. You barely noticed the swift movement in your peripheral vision. Your good Samaritan’s long fingers loosely encircled your wrist. He quickly found your pulse point and applied firm pressure.
Irritated, your eyes were searching his deep-set green-blue ones. Knit eyebrows gave away the concern in his sharp facial features.
“Miss, are you okay?” He spoke a little louder. “Are you doing well?“ The elongated vowels and the enunciated consonants clearly identified him as of British origin.
“Yeah…,“ you stuttered. “I’m only… only a bit under the weather. I’m waiting for a friend of mine to drive me home.“
Your hastening pulse was beating impatiently against his fingers. His skin felt pleasantly cool against yours. Once again, you stared at your wrist and back to him.
“What are you doing?” You frowned.
Startled, he let go of your wrist. The tall guy combed his fingers through his wavy hair. „I’m sorry,” his thin yet sculpted lips formed an apologetic smile. “I was checking your vitals.“
“What do you mean?” You gave him a puzzled look.
“Uh… I work here.” A shy sheepish smile raised his cheekbones a little higher and revealed his pointed chin. “I was on my way to the locker room as I saw you crashing on the chair. I was worried you might need medical attention.“
“No, I’m fine. But thank you, mister…?”
“Hiddleston. Tom Hiddleston.“ The name rolled off his tongue in crystal clear Oxford English.
“Doctor Hiddleston?“ You subconsciously winked at the charming Brit, immediately regretting your facial muscles did not consult your brain beforehand.
“Tom,” the physician subtly blinked at you.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. Listen, I appreciate that, but really, I’m alright. No need to worry.“
“Good.” Tom eyed you suspiciously as he stood up. “I got to go. I’m running late. My shift is about to start in a couple of minutes.“
“Okay.”
“It was nice to meet you.”
The moment the Dr. Hiddleston said goodbye, you saw your best friend approaching you. Judging by the meaningful look she shot you, she must have been a watching the two of you for quite a while.
A few hours later, you were woken up by Rick Astley blaring “Never Gonna Give You Up” in your living room. Groggily, you were fishing your phone from the coffee table. In doing so, you almost fell off the couch you were napping on.
Rick was halfway through his song before you figured out how to unlock your phone to take the call. You were so sleepy!
“Hey, Y/N! Are you okay? What took you so long? I’m worried about you,” your close friend almost yelled at you.
“You’re never gonna give me up, right?” You quipped, trying to not sound as exhausted and shattered as you felt. Another cough attack cut you short.
“You still have that ringtone?” You heard her chuckling. “Y/N, it has been ages since I’ve rick rolled you!”
“Five… years,” you tried to catch your breath and grabbed the reusable water bottle, flipping it open. You could not drink as quickly as thirst compelled you.
“Anyway, you looked like crap today”, she stated.
“Charming as always,” you brushed her off and took another big gulp. “But yeah… compliment taken.”
“My pleasure,” she retorted with a wink in her voice. “Speaking of charming: Who was the guy you were talking to at hospital?”
“A doc,” you briefly stated most assuredly. Tom had not confirmed your assumption, but you were hoping to excite your friend’s curiosity. It would distract her from questioning you about your recent health issues.
“Your doc?” Another wink in her voice.
“No,” you answered before chugging the rest of your water. “He saw me lounging in that armchair and was worried I could require any medical attention.”
“Medical attention, huh? Oooohh, I am sure if you got hurt, he would know how to kiss it better.”
“Hell, no! I was too sick to drive home by myself, let alone…” A sudden overwhelming tiredness hit you like the thirst did earlier. “Listen, can we talk tomorrow? I can barely keep my eyes open. I need sleep.”
Feeling dead tired, you hung up on your friend without saying goodbye. You flung your phone on the table and flopped back into the couch. Falling asleep immediately, you were blissfully unaware of the severity of the latent process slowly sending you on a trajectory towards a metabolic crisis.
Your co-worker called your best friend the morning of the second day you did not show up to work. That phone call added up to the bad vibe she had been nurturing for too long. It made her drive faster than she should and her double-parking in front of your block of flats. It took her another gut-wrenching seventeen attempts to dial all your phone numbers and half an hour of banging at your door until your brother arrived with the spare key.
Your best friend called an ambulance the moment she saw you lying unconscious on the living room floor, not far away from the couch you had fallen asleep almost 48 hours ago.
As the EMTs arrived, your breathing was deep and laboured, you were unresponsive to speech, your heart was racing, your blood pressure was dangerously low and you were severely dehydrated.
You woke up to a cacophony of acoustic signals and the background noise of people talking. Something was not right, however, you could not quite put a finger on it. Your eyelids were too heavy to even allow you to blink. The urge to rub your eyes emerged, but your arms felt like they had gone dead. It took much effort to slowly bend your fingers. A groan escaped your lips.
“Shhh…, shhh…,” a male voice whispered calmingly. “Easy now.”
You managed to lift your hands off the bed a little as your wrists were gently caught and lightly pinned down. Your muscles gave in immediately.
He hushed you again as suddenly an alarm went off and startled you. The physician carefully placed his hand on your forehead to keep you from uncontrollably moving your head from left to right.
“Try to relax. Everything is okay.” His thumb reassuringly brushed over your temple while he turned off the alarm. “You will be fine.”
You attempted to open your eyes, but it was futile. Your eyelids fluttered and you groaned with exhaustion. Somewhere in your brain, a neuron fired. A stiff upper lip… a flustered smile… chiselled facial features… Your friend’s voice stating ‘If you got hurt, he could kiss is better’…
“Y/N, can you hear me?” Oxford English. “Could you please try to open your eyes?”
You tried to comply, but your muscles still did not obey. More and more incoherent impressions came to your mind. Bright white lights, voices, loud and distorted, …
“Y/N, open your eyes for me, please!” His melodious voice became more demanding while he forcefully squeezed the side of your finger.
… the strange feeling of being touched, prodded and rolled over by many hands, the coldness of skin disinfectant and adhesive ECG electrodes, …
“Come on, open your eyes!” The voice insisted loud and clearly.
… the sharp pain from drawing blood and starting IV lines.
The physician grabbed the flat triangular neck muscle that covers your shoulders like a scarf and pinched it hard, twisting it a little. The exploding pain finally managed to tether your consciousness to reality and keep you from drifting off again. Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to open your eyes.
“Just like that. Open your eyes. Look at me.” Elongated vowels. Enunciated consonants. Received pronunciation. British.
You finally managed to comply. Although the night-time illumination of the Intensive Care Unit provided an indirect and dimmed light, it still was too bright for you. Your vision was blurry. Suddenly, you were hit by all the body sensations the unconsciousness had hidden from you. Panic set in.
“I’m sorry, I know that hurt…”, Dr. Hiddleston spoke calmly. The surge of adrenaline had sped up your heartbeat and elevated your blood pressure. The monitor alerts that suddenly went off catalysed your stress response. The fight-flight-mode made you sit up.
You emerged unexpectedly quickly, so he had to rush to you to catch you by your shoulders. His grip tightened around your upper arms as he sat down on the bed. He instinctively pulled you close and wrapped you in his arms, holding you tight.
“Shh, shh”, he soothed you, his voice calmingly deep. In your panic, you had disconnected an ECG lead. The alarm was ringing in your ears.
“It’s alright…”, he held you closer with his left arm and reached out to push a button to default silence the alarm. “I’ve got you.”
Your cheek rested against his toned chest. You could feel his muscles tensing as he was adjusting his arms around you. The starched midnight blue scrubs crinkled every time he moved. You were wide awake now.
“Y/N, take a deep breath. In and out. In… and out…,” Dr. Hiddleston spoke softly to you. His lips almost grazed your forehead.
Slowly, your breathing levelled out. The subtle fragrance of sweet tangerine, wild bergamot and a touch of velvety, warm oak moss gradually percolated through the clean, linen and sterile scent of the scrubs.
“That’s better. Just keep breathing for me. You are doing great,” he reassured you. “Now, I’d like you to lie back down.”
“What happened? Where am I?”, you inquired while the physician was helping you to lie down and get comfortable.
“You are in the hospital. Intensive Care Unit. What is the last thing you remember?”, he asked while he was fishing for the missing ECG lead.
“I don’t know…,” your eyes were following his attempt to detangle the green cable and click it to a new self-adhesive ECG electrode. The alarm was about to ring again, but he muted it on an instant.
“We… we… wait, we met?” You were not sure if you could trust your memories. “Is that right?”
“Right. I am Dr. Thomas Hiddleston. I saw you in the hospital lobby and was worried about you.” He nodded and held the ECG lead in front of you, silently asking for permission to re-apply it. You uncrossed your arms and moved them from your stomach to rest them on the bed.
“You thought I needed medical attention…,” you stated while he turned down the blanket to get access to the left side of your chest. His hands deftly lifted your hospital gown to apply the green ECG lead. He flattened his hand and splayed his long fingers across the left side of your ribcage.
“That was three days ago,” he briefly looked in your eyes while his palm pressed on the electrode. The wet coldness of the electrode was a stark contrast to his warm hand
“Three days?!” You exclaimed.
“You had been found unconscious at home. You were admitted to the ER with extremely high blood sugar. They transferred you to us, so we can watch you closely while bringing it down to a normal level.” The physician tucked you in and resumed the place by your side on the bed.
“What’s wrong with me?” You inquired.
“We are still waiting for the immunochemistry to come back….”
You gave him a puzzled look.
“We are about to find out what caused your condition. For now, we are going to have an eye on your blood sugar levels and your electrolytes. We will make sure you won’t collapse again.”
You nodded in understanding.
“I promise I’m going to explain everything when you are feeling better. For now, I’d like to ask you a few questions and give you a quick examination. Would that be okay?”
Dr. Hiddleston took a brief medical history and gave you a swift once-over. He explained everything you needed to know to not freak out. The physician informed you they would substitute insulin, glucose and electrolytes and measure your blood sugar and your blood gases every hour.
Two days later, he kept his promise and took his time to explain you the very basics about diabetes mellitus type one. He told you about the genetic disposition, how your bronchitis might have contributed to the onset and helped you cope with the idea of having to depend on insulin substitution for the rest of your life.
The transfer from the ICU to the peripheral endocrinology ward went quickly and without prior information on Dr. Hiddleston’s day off work. You had to leave, because they needed the bed for an emergency patient.
It was a rough transition. As much as you hated the noisy and busy environment, the lack of privacy, the bright lights and the ever-present stench of disinfectant, it was reassuring to have the ICU team around you 24/7.
The first night, you felt terribly alone and anxious. You were looking forward to sleep in the dark and silent night, but instead of covering you like a calming blanket and lull you to sleep, the darkness became threatening, dragging your mind to dark places.
The next day, Tom paid you a visit at the end of his shift. You didn’t know how to feel about that in the first place. Watching him entering your room, all clad in a white coat over his midnight blue scrubs, you were concerned he might want to transfer your back to the ICU.
Indeed, he dropped by to see how you were doing. Tom had to be upfront with you and ask your permission to visit you again. He was not your physician anymore, but he knew you were in a vulnerable phase. He was so concerned wanting to get to know you better might mean taking advantage of you. You told him he would not do any harm by dropping by and saying hello, no strings attached.
The physician made it a habit to visit you before his shift started and after it ended. You learned a lot about your condition and familiarized with the therapy: A life-long substitution of insulin, preferably via a small portable insulin pump that replaced the syringe-pump the ICU used to apply the insulin.
The physician did not only help you understand the basics of blood sugar homeostasis. You learned he was a passionate theatre goer and an expert on the works of Shakespeare. It made you smile how his mind dove into these places he loved. The more you talked with each other, the more you lured him out of his shell. You were rewarded by getting to know a man with a delightful sense of humour who could goof around, tell bad jokes and who could do the most adorable nose scrunch.
On the tenth day of your hospital stay, your family paid you a visit. Your entire family. All of them. They arrived in small groups, came and went throughout Sunday. It was nice, but also challenging.
You had anticipated they would make your health their main topic, but the moment your brother came up with the idea your mother could move in with you for a while after you would be discharged made you explode. Like what the fuck? Sure, you were the youngest in your family, but you were an adult with a life to live! There were words, there were tears and there were boundaries you successfully defended. It was an enormous difference between caring and patronizing, and you were proud you stood your ground.
At the end of the day, you were left sad, exhausted and empty. You had not planned to fake sleep, but you did. Knowing Tom would drop by before his night shift, closing your eyes was a mere reflex that set in as soon as you heard him opening the door.
You felt the bed dip under his weight as he was sitting down. He didn’t say anything, he just sat there. Tears welled up behind your closed eyes. No way you could get away with hiding like that.
His weight was shifting as he was leaning in to caress your cheek and to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. Your emotions tumbled over and tripped over their own feet. Tears seeped from your eyes while you squeezed them shut.
“I hate this”, you sobbed.
“There is a learning curve,” the physician stated softly while eyeing the tangle of educational material on your table. The insulin pump trainer had given it to you to practice and get the hang on your therapeutic regimen.
“You don’t understand!” You rejected his educated guess. ”I don’t want this. I just don’t.” You stared at him, tears running down your cheeks.
“Y/N…,” Tom put his right hand on your shoulder, his thumb softly rubbing circles on it. “Darling, it takes time. It…”
“Let’s be honest: It is not rocket science, but nothing works.” The compassionate look he gave you was almost too much for you. All the piled-up anxiety, the pressure and frustration broke free. “I’m in hospital, there is not much variety, it is the same food every day and my body does what it wants!”
Tom ran his fingers through your hair, tucking away stray strands behind your ear. He briefly frowned and his lips parted as if he wanted to say something, then he clamped them shut. Knowing there was more, he locked eyes with you and let the silence hang in the air.
“I feel like a damn cyborg,” you adverted his gaze. “Continuous blood glucose monitor. Transmitter. Infusion set. Insulin pump.”
“Y/N…,” his hands went up to cup your face, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks to wipe away the tears.
“I can’t even insert the needle myself!”, you sat up, wanting to leave the bed and storm off.
Tom wordlessly leaned in to catch you and gathered you in his arms.
“I hate needles, I just can’t.” you mumbled against his shoulder. His signature scent, Armani Privé Oranger Alhambra, enveloped you. He held you tighter, the radiating warmth of his hands splayed across your back was so comforting.
“Do you want to get out of here for a while? My shift starts in an hour and I could use a cup of tea.” You felt him smiling against your hair.
“A trip to the cafeteria? In a hospital gown and a wheelchair?” You frowned, your voice muffled by the fabric of this crisp midnight blue scrubs. ”No fucking way.”
“A trip to the deserted psychiatry day unit on the seventh floor…,” he chuckled. The physician gently took you by your shoulders as you slipped out of his embrace. “In your blue fluffy robe. The lift is around the corner.”
You knit your brows and looked into his eyes.
“Y/N, all I am asking is for you to have tea with me,” a genuine smile was spreading on his face.
“Is that a date?” You inquired.
“It is a cup of tea,” he clarified, holding his hands up in defence.
“Good, because I will never ever go on dates again,” you briefly stated. The bewildered look he gave you let you pause for a moment.
“How could I?” You turned your eyes away from him, focussing on the pattern of the hospital blanket. “Even if I managed to magically hide that insulin pump anywhere in my little black dress, sooner or later… I mean… how… I can’t familiarize with the idea of… of…,” you were trailing off.
“No formal dress code required.” Tom leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I’m a grown man who is obliged to work in scrubs. These are basically pyjamas, and they are never available in the size I need.“
You turned to him and were met with mischievous boyish grin. “If you take a closer look, you will notice the whole staff is indeed working in sleepwear. You and I won’t draw too much attention on the floor.”
You could not help but grin as he lifted his eyebrows and tipped his head toward the door.
Tom supported your frame while the two of you were walking towards the lift. From a distance, he appeared slight and wiry like the prototypical runner. Walking next to him revealed how broad shouldered and solid he really was.
The deserted psychiatry day unit was on the top floor. In contrast to the other areas of the hospital, it was much more inviting and friendly. There were no white walls, but a calming colour concept reminding you of a quiet day at the beach. Artworks, big plants and the diffused light of paper floor lamps helped creating a soft and cosy atmosphere.
Tom brewed tea in the kitchenette. You admired his elegant posture and his graceful movements from the loveseat across the room. So much precision. So much control. A barely visible lopsided smile passed over your face. That guy had to learn how to relax a little.
You only noticed you were blatantly staring at him the moment he looked up, his cheeks slightly flushed.
“I am too English for hospital coffee,” he said and smiled apologetically as he poured hot water into two cups to preheat them.
“How about hospital tea then?” You quipped from the safety of your makeshift pillow fort. You had piled them up against the right arm rest you were leaning against, your feet up and almost tucked under you.
The physician gave you a pained look for an answer.
“Hahaha, you look like don’t know whether to pity the poor tea bag, or the people liking the tea made from it,” you sassed him.
“I… umm…”, he nervously ran his fingers through his wavy dark blond hair, “It is not the tea sachet, it is about full leaf tea or tea fannings… umm…,” he blushed a little more.
“Tom…,” you tried to appease him.
“Tea comes in so many varieties, but dust tea is really not an option…,” he continued to ramble while filling loose leaf Earl Grey tea in the infuser of a glass tea pot.
“Tom…,” a bit louder this time, but he did not react.
“Flavoured teas are… what I mean…” He carefully poured hot water over the tea leaves. “You can tell the difference between natural bergamot oil and artificial…”
“Tom…,” you let out a soft chuckle. “Untwisteth thy knickers!”
“Wait, what?” He stopped abruptly, locked eyes with you and briefly frowned in irritation, before his hearty laugh filled the room.
You smiled brightly at him and watched how he turned a small hourglass to determine the steeping time. He served the tea with a splash of cream and rock sugar.
As he sat himself next to you on the sofa, a moment of silence hung in the air. The tension between you and him almost tangible, you were locking eyes, looking for an answer to an unspoken question. His left hand came up to caress your jawbone, barely daring to graze it. As you were leaning into his touch, he travelled his hand to your neck and cupped it. The physician drew you into a kiss that evolved from tender and mellow to hungry and passionate.
You were sitting comfortably in the black armchair at the hospital lobby seating area where you met Tom for the first time. It was a little over six months ago.
Adjusting to life with diabetes type one was more challenging than you’ve expected in the first place. As soon as you thought you got the hang of it, there was another influencing factor you had to take into consideration: Work, exercising, heightened stress, a simple cold, even your period.
Tom and you planned to take things slowly. Getting to know each other was a lot less complicated than you assumed. The two of you enjoyed life and each other’s company. One day at a time, going with the flow as well as avoiding trying too hard was working for you.
Your family challenged your boundaries under the cloak of worrying about you. There was anger, tears and frustration due to their firm belief diabetes type one was all about the substitution of insulin and a strict diet.
Tom never fully got out of doctor mode, but he was mindful enough to stay unobtrusive. The physician discreetly stored a glucagon emergency kit and replacement insulin in his fridge long before you thought about keeping your toothbrush in his bathroom. He remained level-headed when you experienced minor metabolic dysregulations. You could tell he was looking out for you, yet he never made your condition his subject.
“There you are,” Tom interrupted your thoughts. He was crouching next to the armchair like he did the day the two of you met. “How are you doing?”
“Hmmm, according to this brochure…”, you dramatically raised your eyebrows and grinned at him confidently, “I am… young, smart, attractive, diabetic… so I guess I’m good.”
He smiled at you as he stood up, offering you a hand to get up yourself. “How did the class go?”
“Good, however, the next person who is going to interrogate me about whether I experience a dawn phenomenon, or how I calculate carb ratios and insulin dosages, will suffer an unpleasant death.”
“That bad?” Tom placed his hand on the small of your back. The physician instinctively pulled you a little closer as you started walking towards the main entrance.
“Nah,” you laughed. “Not really. I just need a break. Especially from that diabetologist from hell.”
“Ehehehe, Dr. Stanton?” He tilted his head back and smiled at you. You rolled your eyes in response. Said diabetologist was a distinguished expert, but his bedside manners were known to be rather old-fashioned.
“How about you let me help you plan your retaliation?”
You gave him a puzzled look.
“I thought about taking you out for dinner at that new Italian restaurant. Pasta. Olive bread. Tiramisu. How does that sound?” Tom looked exceptionally confident with his plan, a Cheshire Cat’s grin on his face.
“Hahahaha,” you poked at his chest with the index finger of your left hand. “You sound like a bad influence.”
He gently caught your left wrist with both hands and splayed your hand across his chest. “I’ve got you. I’ll help you adjust your insulin. Stanton will be none the wiser.”
His left hand nudged your chin to draw you into a gentle kiss; his right hand still encircled your left wrist right above your pulse point. Tom deepened the kiss as he felt your heartbeat quicken against his fingers. Opening your eyes, you were met with his blue-green ones.
“Shall we?” Tom asked without breaking your eye contact. You nodded and took his arm he offered to you.
The harsh winter in Mirkwood and the absence of a certain Elvenking do not leave you any other choice than hoarding all the blankets you can get.
Rating: General Audiences Fandom: The Hobbit Prompt: Imagine how Thranduil convicts you of late-night blanket stealing. Pairing: Thranduil Oropherion x Reader Type: Reader insert, one-shot, fluff Date: 16th February, 2015 Words:1977 Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff. A way too cheesy plotline. Overprotective Thranduil. Grammatically questionable Sindarin: “my love” (meleth nîn), “sweet dreams” (elei velui) and “love of my life” (meleth e-guilen). A/N: This is the first and the only story that made it through my gigantic writer’s block. It is not more than an apprentice piece I wrote two years ago based on an imagine on @sindarinkisses, a now inactive Tolkien writing blog. Beta’d:@jezvontesse
You cursed under your breath as you finally managed to close the window made of heavy crystal glass with a thud and a clink. You exhaled heavily and watched how your clouded breath began to melt some of the frost tracery on the window panes. You were beyond tired. Wanting to close your eyes just for a moment, you felt how your forehead slowly met the cold glass.
A sudden shiver went through your body as the wind blew, causing the window to clink again as snow grains were sprinkled against the glass. The winter held the Woodland Realm hostage. As much as you enjoyed the peace and light the snow brought about that tormented forest, the icy cold winter nights in the caverns and great halls of the castle being delved deeply in the underground were something you could not get used to.
You have retired late for the night, but the private quarters you share with your husband, Thranduil, the King of the Woodland Realm, in the upper levels of the castle had not been prepared yet. The daily life in the palace has become subject to the council which the King was actually hosting. It was an urgently rushed meeting with delegates who worried over the recent signs of the darkness and the rumours about an upcoming menace from beyond the borders of your realm.
The cracking of a fire being lit by a servant at the fireside suddenly distracted you from your thoughts. Since the council began, you have taken over the duties of the King in addition to your tasks as the Queen. You were exhausted beyond measure. As the subtle, yet tangy scent of pine needles slowly filled the room, you felt weighted down with weariness. A maid entered to bring towels and herbs, and you did not wish for anything more than to immerse your body into a hot bath to warm up your cold muscles, your stiff fingers, your numb toes and to get rid of that frosty coat which seemed to separate your bare skin from the warming fabric of your winter dress. You shivered slightly from the cold and tried to supply your fingers with blood as you chafed your hands and followed the maid.
A sudden twinge of sadness hit your heart as your thoughts went out to Thranduil in the lower levels of the castle. You doubted you would get to see him anytime soon. It troubled you that you have not had any opportunity to talk to him since the council had begun three days ago.
The hot scented bath did not fail to have the desired relaxing effect on your body, but you still were dwelling too much on your worries and the events of the day to go to bed. You sighed with relief as you finally let yourself sink in one of the huge sofas surrounding the fireplace. You wore a simple, yet regal warm tunic and fitted trousers. You smirked as you wiggled your toes while thinking of Thranduil who often could not resist jesting on your utterly un-regal thick woolen socks.
Unfortunately, the socks were no remedy for your cold feet. Not long after you have grabbed a book and wrapped yourself up in a cozy richly quilted blanket, you felt your toes getting cold again. It was an annoying, but familiar feeling to you. You knew one blanket would not be enough to keep you warm over time, but you hesitated to call for a maid to get you another one. You were so tired of talking to others; you did not feel like asking for something or even give a simple order. You sigh. There were so many guests to play host to, it would be a pointless quest to even try to find a servant. You frowned and decided to ignore your cold feet.
Although the fire kept cracking and burning, the cold would not want to leave you. As the chills started crawling up to your knees, you tuck up your legs and cuddled up tighter in your blanket. As the freezing cold raised your hackles and sent shivers down your spine, you have not been able to focus on reading any more. You snapped your book shot and strode from the room, heading out for the nearest empty guest rooms to retrieve the additional blankets from the closets. You were going to just take one or two. You were aware your plan contained the risk of damaging the reputation of your hospitality, but you were not willing to freeze to death either.
Thranduil entered your private quarters swiftly and silently, eager to close the door and shut his obligations out. The council had taken a toll on him. Agreement had only been reached on conducting the negotiations without displaying any regalia of power and royalty: No weapons, no crowns. Thranduil needed quiet, but he doubted the realm was going to grant him this privilege for more than a couple of minutes.
Sleeping deeply, you did not hear the surprised chuckle he led out as he spotted your sleeping form in a pile of blankets on the sofa. You ended up hogging most of them in yours arms to use them as a body pillow while lying half on your side, half on your stomach. Your back was uncovered. Your feet and your legs were tightly wrapped up; the blankets looked all tangled up as if they intended to keep you their prisoner.
He would never tell you how much he enjoyed it to watch you lying there, peacefully smiling at the result of the battle of blankets which must have taken place some hours ago. You have been stealing blankets from Thranduil since your very first night together, and since then he has been bearing with you. He had tried a lot to avoid being robbed of covers and sheets every night, but you kept on outsmarting him.
You were too exhausted to wake up from the rustling of his robes as he gracefully paced across the room, a compassionate smile unfolding on his lips. You were too tired to feel the sofa dipping as he slowly settled at your side, careful not to startle you. He reached forward to tenderly stroke your face.
“Y/N….” Prickling trails from your temple to your jawline caused your features to grimace involuntarily. You switched from lying on your stomach to lying flat on your back.
“Wake up, meleth nîn.” His deep voice forced the sleep to retreat and pulled you out of its embrace. He continued to caress your skin as he cupped your cheek with one hand.
“T-thranduil…?” You muttered wearily. “I’m tired.”
“I know.” He stated while running his fingers through the strands of your hair. “Y/N, this is no proper place to sleep. You are going to feel uncomfortable soon. Let us get you to bed.”
“The council… any progress?” You ask low-voiced, not able to open your eyes. You tried to clear your blunt mind.
“It seems like I have finally convicted the criminal.” Thranduil stated this with all the sternness his voice could muster while trying to suppress a chuckle.
“A criminal? At the council?” Startled, your eyes snapped open. Feeling light-headed, you were giving your husband a puzzled look. He quickly reached forward to firmly press your shoulders down to restrain you from falling off the sofa.
“No.” He smirked at your confusion and loosened his grip on your shoulders. “Right in front of me.” He locked eyes with you. “You have stolen all those blankets from our guest rooms, have you not?”
“Hmm… guilty of that.” You mutter and slowly blink, eyelids heavy. Thranduil’s hands on your shoulders sent waves of warmth over your chilly skin.
“You must feel very cold.” Thranduil slightly tilted his head and removed his hands from your shoulders to gently stroke up and down your arms. The sudden loss of his warm touch made you instantly shiver and reminded you of how much you were freezing.
“Those blankets are sheer traitors.” You frowned, trying to catch the affectionate glimpse in his intense blue eyes.
“In what way?” Thranduil suppressed another chuckle and cupped your cheeks, not breaking the eye contact.
“They are collaborating with the cold. They let the frost… assassinate me.” You mutter against his chest as he leaned forward to plant a soft kiss onto your forehead. You smelled the warm and spicy notes of cypress and cedar in Thranduil’s scent.
A hurried beating at the door followed by a messenger entering the room and stammering his apologies interrupted your intimate moment. Startled and vexed about the bold invasion of his privacy, you felt Thranduil’s muscles tense up as he squared his shoulders.
“Lower your voice!” He hissed sharply through clenched teeth in direction of the door. With rapid strides, Thranduil approached the messenger. You closed your eyes as sleep dragged on you. You were too tired to focus on the spoken words, but you already knew your husband would have to leave you for all-night negotiations at the council.
Thranduil would never tell you that he sensed your discomfort like he felt every leaf moving in the forest of the realm. He would never let you know how it was subtly unsettling him. He could not bear the thought of leaving you there, all tangled up in merely useless blankets with your body still tensed up and uneasy. Before he headed back to the lower levels of the palace to attend a council being at risk to shift the main points from diplomacy to war, he wanted to assure that at least you were well.
“Meleth nín, let this go.” Demanded his deep sounding voice. His light hands and deftly fingers twitched the fabric out of your hands. “Leave those traitorous blankets with me.”
With swift movements, he started unfurling the blankets to get you out of the tangle. He needed to use enough force to set you free but had to stay gentle enough not to fully wake you up. Thranduil may be used to your blanket theft, but he never grew fond of talking down his startled grouchy sleep-deprived wife after reclaiming sheets, covers, and blankets too roughly.
“Uh-uh… no…” You muttered incoherently. Your hands were blindly reaching out to reclaim the blankets. “I got this … under control.”
Thranduil brought his lips close to your ear. “I do not doubt that. But given that this is a case of high treason, it is utterly my task to carry out the sentence.” He stated his voice comforting and warm like velvet.
“Please … stop it!” You plead while he removed the last of your blankets. “I’m freezing to death!”
“Do not be afraid, Y/N. It will be much better soon.” He tried to soothe. He loosened the clasp from his oversized red cloak and took it off before settling at your side again.
“Give them… back!” You were about to lose your temper, but neither your mind nor your body wanted to cooperate. “They are… at my mercy… you…”
Thranduil who was about to spread out his cloak over you abruptly held his movement. The rustling of the heavy embroidered fabric stopped immediately as he lowered his hands.
“I have always been… at your mercy.” He simply stated.
You only noticed his husky voice, but you did not catch the content. With one swift movement, Thranduil draped the cloak over your sleeping form. As he wrapped you up, you felt your body relaxing under his touch. The cloak had stored his body warmth as well as his scent. You recognized the familiar spicy notes of cypress and cedar and the fruity notes of cassis and red berries.
“Elei velui, meleth e-guilen.” Thranduil murmured, before he tenderly kissed your forehead. Sleep had finally embraced you, as he was taking his leave.
(A/n: I finally started to watch Doctor Who and yeah I’m in love with 10thDoctor and 11thDoctor so I’ll probably start to write about them.)
‘Rose would knew what was going on with the kid!’ The Doctor yelled at you, walking around the control panel of the TARDIS. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide how his comments were hurting you.
He always said that to you when he was upset after something go wrong on the mission. Every time he will blow into the TARDIS, yelling at you things like 'Rose would do it better.’ or 'Rose should knew that.’ and etc.
At first you tried to fight harder against his disappointment, trying to become a better companion but sorprise! Never was enough for the Doctor, he always seemed disappointed at you.
You were tired about the situation, you were human after all! Humans commit mistakes sometimes! He wasn’t human and he committed mistakes too!
'Well! I’ m not Rose Tyler! She is DEAD in this universe!’ You yelled back at him, making the Time Lord look back at you with an angrily look on his features.
’ YES, YOU ARE NOT ROSE! ’
’ FINALLY YOU GET THAT! ’ You screamed at him before to went to the TARDIS’ doors and get out of the time machine. The Doctor stayed inside, looking at the blue doors and hoping you come back in a few seconds.
He sighed and touched softly the panels of the TARDIS. 'I’m an idiot, isn’t it?’ He said to himself, he knew what he was doing all this time. 'Made the person I love most hate me, to keep them safe.’ He smiled sadly with tears falling from his eyes. ’“You aren’t Rose Tyler, you’ re better than her, better than any companion I had” I wanted to say it, but I didn’t… I can’t… I hope (Y/N) decide to go far away from me, to come back to Earth but… I’m in love… Why it have to hurt so much? ’
He could feel a change in the air, like if TARDIS was trying to made him know a message.
'Oh you got it right! I have to go and find (Y/N), but what I will say!?’
'I’m sorry.’ A voice echoned in the control room, making the Doctor jumped and turned around to look at you.’ All you have to do, is come and say those three words.’ You smiled at him, making the Time Lord ran at your side and hugged you.
'Then, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I shouldnt be like that with you.’
'Its okay Doctor, you’re only trying to protect me… And I appreciate that, well it can be better if you choose another way to do that, you know? ’
'I’ll… I’ll protect you.’ He laughed nervous. 'This time in the correct way.’
Summary: You take extreme measures to get your mates back.
Warnings: angst, death, a little fluff
Reader: Alpha Female Reader
Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt
Word Count: 3021
A/n:Guess who’s writing a part four!!!! Let me know if you want to be added/subtracted from the tag list!
Also! I just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for all the reblogs/comments. I love the compliments; it truly means so much to me. So thank you everyone for you support for this mini series. I love you all and I wouldn’t be writing this without your support.
“You know where he is,” You state, standing by the window in your chamber. Natasha is standing by the door shifting her weight.
“Surveillance shows that he was headed for Fisk’s kingdom,” Natasha informs you. “He would have arrived about four hours ago,”
“Fuck,” You grumble under your breath.
“I believe his reasoning was-”
“I know his reasoning,” You hiss cutting her off.
Never have you doubted Frank Castle’s love for you. He’s proven it a multitude of times. Now, the crazy man has entered Fisk’s territory by himself to get Matt simply because you were missing him.
Although, missing him is a bit of an understatement. You were showing signs of becoming feral. You’d never get to the point where you’d be fully feral - you knew this - but it seemed too much for Frank to just watch.
It’s been nearly a month since you met Matt. You needed him with you. Your instincts were on haywire. You were normally a balanced person but recently you were becoming more alpha than woman. You were starting to get reckless in your desperation to get your omega back. You weren’t thinking things through.
You were thankful to have a council you could trust. They helped you stay in charge. They helped you stay on the winning side of this war instead of throwing everything away for a quick battle. You had to be strategic. You couldn’t win with brute force, not against Fisk.
“What are the odds they’re out?” You ask her. Natasha is hesitant.
“With Franks skill level and knowledge… If we don’t hear from him in another four hours…” Her voice falls off with a soft sigh.
“My marks are all over him, Nat,” You whisper.
“I know,” Natasha says.
You marked Frank where he could easily hide them. If someone were to see them and inspect them, they’d quickly be able to connect the dots that he’s bound to you. Fisk knows what your scent smells like. One look at the mark and your fragrance mixed with Frank’s musk will be enough to paint a picture for Fisk.
Fisk might not know the level of desperation you feel towards Matt, but he will with Frank. If Frank’s captured, he knows you’ll do anything to get him back. Anything. Only you didn’t want to wait that long. You weren’t going to wait until Fisk had Frank and a plan to use him against you.
“Send Yelena,” you tell her. “Recon only. I want to know Frank’s status… and Matt’s. We’ll move behind her. I won’t risk losing them both. Within the next two days I want Fisk’s head on a platter and his lands as my own,” you snarl.
“I’ll put everything in motion,” Natasha bows before leaving the room.
You weren’t a king that allowed everyone to do your dirty work. Yes, so far, you’ve managed to stay out of the battlefield but now things were personal. You didn’t trust anybody else with the lives of your mates.
You packed your bag and prepared to infiltrate Fisk’s territory. You sent out messages to your allies warning them of what was about to go down but stayed on the vague side. You didn’t want someone blabbing your plan to the wrong people.
“Is this everyone?” You ask, Natasha standing in front of a line filled with men and women.
“I figured you’d want a small party. We’ll be able to sneak in with fewer numbers as well as keeping our forces here to defend the castle,”
You hum and step closer to the line. In front of you stood Scott Lang, Hope Dyne, Maria Hill, Sam Wilson, and Clint Barton. You would meet Yelena on the road.
“This will do,” You nodded. The seven of you then climbed into the long van. Clint put it in gear and began to drive towards Fisk’s kingdom.
While on the way you began to plan your attack. You put Clint and Sam on the perimeter. Clint would find his scouting point and call out routes while protecting the back entrance. Sam would fly around the building, and further out if he had too, and try to prevent support from coming to Fisk.
You assigned Hope and Scott as a search and rescue. Once you get the recon information from Yelena, they will use that to track down Frank and Matt. Whether they work together or separately you leave up to them. You made it clear that the instant they find your mates they’re to bring them directly to you so that you can see them safely to the car.
Natasha and Maria’s job is to take out as many of Fisk’s men as possible. You wanted all his true loyalist out of the way. You didn’t want any problems to arise when you relieved Fisk’s shoulders of his head.
When you meet up with Yelena, she’s to aid you in the finding, capture, and removal of Wilson Fisk.
“Any questions?” You ask. Scott opens his mouth. “None? Good.”
You meet up with Yelena about ten miles from the Fisk’s castle.
“Fisk has them both,” Yelena mutters to you. “I couldn’t tell where in the castle they are, but I would guess in the lower levels. They’re not together, Fisk is keeping them separate. If he hasn’t figured out about the markings then he will soon,” Yelena explains.
“Where’s the easiest point of access?” You ask.
“Honestly? The front door,” she tells you. “They get visitors, random people, all the time. All we have to do is walk right in,”
“Perfect,” You mutter. “You and I will go through the front. Natasha and Maria, I want you going in through the back in case we get stopped. You’ll take Hope and Scott with you. Immediately go to the lower levels then split to do your separate jobs. Where’s the best vantage point for Clint?”
“This building. It covers not only the back but the East wall as well,” Yelena describes.
“Clint and Sam, gather your things. You’ll depart first. Sam, stay with Clint until all of us are inside. I don’t want you spotted too soon. Once I’m inside and in place I’ll give you the signal,”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sam nods leaving the table with Clint.
“Now, where’s Fisk?” You ask.
“He’s got a lot of heat with him. It won’t be easy, but he’ll be here. It’s his war room. I reckon there’ll be roughly six others with him; four I know will put up a decent fight,” Yelena states. “But we can take them, easy,” she says confidently. You smirk at her.
“What do you know about them?”
“What do I know about them?” Yelena scoffs. “And if I’m not your top informant,” You just smirk and wait for her slide show. She turns the computer towards you with a file pulled up. “Maya Lopez. She’s deaf but very skilled in hand-to-hand. She’s gone up against Clint and Kate a few times. I do think we can turn her against Fisk, her loyalty to him is already fractured. She suspects he’s killed her father but doesn’t have solid proof,”
“Do we?” You ask.
“Why do you doubt us?” Natasha asks, pushing an iPad over to you. You scroll through the evidence. “When do you want us to send it?”
“When we infiltrate the building. I want her to see it and wrap her head around it by the time Yelena and I enter the room,” You decide.
“The second woman goes by the name Elektra Natchios. She’s a skilled assassin. Has quite the rap RAP sheet. She’s the only one I would say we would struggle getting past. She has a weakness, however. One that might already have her on our side,” Yelena mentions.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this?” You ask, crossing your arms.
“Because you’re not going to like this,” Yelena states, swiping to a picture of Elektra and Matt. The two were too close to be friends. You couldn’t help but to growl and glare at the picture.
“Was he marked when you met him?” Natasha asks. Your growl becomes more vicious, and you send a glare her way.
“No, he wasn’t marked,” You snarl. Natasha bows her head and steps back. You huff and look back at the picture.
“I’m sure Matt told her about you. If she sees you moving against Fisk and she cares about Matt, she’ll join us,” Yelena says.
“Or she’ll try to kill me in an attempt to keep Matt to herself,” You snip.
“Stick?” You deadpan. She hums and shows him to you.
“Despite being blind he trained Elektra and rumored to have trained Matt as well. He’s another concern but if Elektra is on our side she can handle him,” she says confidently.
“And if she isn’t?” You ask.
“Really wish you woulda brought another pair of hands with you,” Yelena says giving you a sarcastic grin. You sigh pinching the bridge of your nose.
“And the last one?” You ask.
“Someone I’m sure you’ll be happy to be reunited with,” Yelena says showing you, his picture. You snarl.
“Rumlow?” Natasha asks. “Didn’t we kill him like two years ago?”
“Apparently not,” Yelena states. “I don’t consider him much of a threat,” She shrugs, and you agree.
“Alright. I want to move in tonight. I don’t want to wait. Get prepared, we leave in three hours. Clint and Sam, you leave in two!” You shout toward them. The simply give you a thumbs up.
Three hours later you and Yelena are making your way to the front entrance. Everyone’s checking in through the coms. Clint and Sam are in their positions are the southeast building. Natasha and Maria were able to disguise themselves as staff to sneak into the rear entrance with Hope and Scott on their shoulders.
Two minutes ago, Maya received a text with all the incriminating evidence against Fisk. If you plan it right she’ll turn right when you make your entrance. You doubt she’ll move against Fisk on her own but with you and Yelena? Fisk is as good as dead.
“I want to be informed the instant they’re both found,” You mutter under your breath.
“Copy,” Hope and Scott reply.
“Alright, Yelena and I made it through,” You tell the others.
“Just like I said,” Yelena mutters.
“Maria and I are making our way to the basement,” Natasha informs you.
“Where’s Fisk’s war room?” You ask Yelena. She wordlessly leads you.
Without having to tell each other the plan, the two of you momentarily separate. You pick up a stumble as you head towards the door.
“Ma’am, you’re not allowed over here. Private access only,” The broad man warns.
“Oh! Silly me!” You giggle falling into his arms. “My mistake,” you whisper a moment before Yelena comes up behind him. She rips him away and down to her level. Into the adjacent closet they go. With a swift twist, his neck is broke. Nobody wanted to risk guards waking up. No prisoners tonight.
Yelena snatched his badge allowing you both into the private access. You both make it down two hallways before you’re stopped. Needing to release some energy you take the first one.
Wanting to move quickly you don’t bother playing mind games with him. You use his height and weight against him quickly taking him to the ground. You retract a small knife from it’s holster and slide it across his neck leaving him to bleed out.
You pick up a jog to reach Yelena - who’s handling two men. You slip past her and take the oncoming guards. You both work together to get to the war room quickly. You try to keep quiet, but someone blows the alarm. When surprise is thrown out the window you send Sam into action while the two of you pull out your guns and open fire.
“This way!” Yelena shouts and you quickly follow her. “It’s locked,” She growls, trying the access card but it isn’t a high enough clearance. Unwilling to check everyone for their cards you muster up your frustration, desperation, and anger before kicking the door off its hinges.
“Hello!” You greet sarcastically while entering the room. “Fisk, darling, you never responded to my proposal,” You smirked. “Figured I’d come to hear it for myself,”
By the time you’re finished talking Brock Rumlow had reached you. The dumbass never laid a finger on you. Yelena sprung from behind you and sent a bullet between his eyes.
The second opponent, Stick, wouldn’t be easily killed. You trusted Yelena with that, although you knew if she couldn’t put him down soon she’d need assistance.
You took a few steps closer but was stopped a third time by Maya. You didn’t raise your weapons nor try to fight her. You just stared into her eyes and waited. Apparently, she saw what she needed too and slowly nodded before stepping out of the way. She turns to stand beside you against Fisk.
Between you and him is a woman. It’s Elektra. You’re more tense when facing her. You don’t raise your gun but you’re gripping it and ready to strike should she move against you.
With a great amount of speed, Elektra raises one of her Twin Sai’s and launches it at you. You duck out of the way and prepare to shoot her when you hear a rough groan. Turning your head, you see the weapon lodged in Stick’s back. You look back at Elektra to see her marking past you and straight for him.
You straighten up and notice Maya moving to Fisk. The man has the decency to look nervous. He’s typing away on his pad but nothing will save him.
“Stop!” Fisk shouts, standing from his chair and moving away from Maya. Only when Frank and Matt are shoved into the room on their knees does everyone freeze. Guns are pointed at their heads. “Now, I am walking out of here alive,” He states.
You ignore him and take in the appearance of your mates. Frank is beaten up pretty good. You can hear him wheezing and struggling to stay upright. He’ll need immediate medical attention. Matt is a little better but not much. He’s still bruised and wounded but nothing that won’t heal within a couple of weeks.
“You got them?” You ask. Fisk looks at you.
Simultaneously, the two men holding guns at Matt and Frank begin to groan and crumble in on themselves before falling to the ground unconscious. A moment later Hope and Scott return to normal size.
“We got them,” Hope states, nodding to you. Your head then turns to Fisk.
“You were saying?” You ask, tilting your head. Before he could respond Maya went after him. You turned towards Yelena, Stick and Elektra allowing Maya to get her frustrations out.
Yelena gives you a small nod assuring you Stick is dead. You then look to Elektra wondering if you would have to continue fighting for Matt.
One look at you and Elektra knew you would fight her until death for him. You weren’t willing to share him. As hypocritical as that is it’s different when there’s more than one alpha in a pack. One of the alphas would have to submit to the other or else there’d be chaos. Neither you nor Elektra would submit to the other. It would destroy your pack.
You’re king and Matt is your true mate. You have a high claim on him than she does. Besides, you didn’t know it, but her and Matt hadn’t been together romantically for years. Even their friendship was strained. They’d always care and even love each other but their time was over. As much as Elektra would love to find out how skilled you are against her, she backs out of the challenge allowing you to have an open claim on Matt.
With that settled, you look back at Fisk and Maya. Fisk is on his knees and Maya is breathing heavily. She looks a little tossed about, but she was backing away from him.
“So, a house in the middle of nowhere it is then, huh?” Fisk asks laughing.
“That was before,” You stated calmly.
“Before?” Fisk asks. You pull your knife back out and thrust it into his throat. Blood instantly squirts over your arm and covers your hand.
“Before you laid your hands on my mates,” You whisper, twisting the blade before swiping it to the side. You lean back and kick Fisk to the ground. “I want this castle burned to the fucking ground,”
“We can arrange that,” Yelena smirks disappearing. You turn to Maya and give her a nod. She returns it before leaving as well.
You don’t acknowledge Elektra knowing she would most likely want to talk to Matt. You’d allow it but not before seeing him yourself.
When you look at them all the tension begins to seep from your body. You go to them like a magnet. Your left arm wraps firmly, yet gently not wanting to hurt his ribs, around Frank while your right arm does the same to Matt. Their heads instantly go to your neck. The rub their scents on you while you take turns doing the same to them.
“I’m so glad you’re both safe,” You whisper, tightening your grip.
“You came just in time, baby,” Frank huffs. You nip at his shoulder in annoyance.
“We’ll talk about your actions later,” You growled. He just smirks and nips your neck in retaliation. You roll your eyes and turn to Matt. “Hello, love,” He huffs before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get you,”
“You’re hear now,” He whispers.
“I won’t force you, Matt, but I’d like to take you home with me,” You mutter giving him the freedom to walk away should he want too.
“Keep me,” Matt whispers. You smirk kissing his forehead.
Aone was aware of the stares he received when he stepped onto the train cart, with a grunt, he carefully manoeuvred himself to an empty seat, setting the gift he brought for his girlfriend next to him. Eyes burrowed into the burly man but he calmly shrugged it off, letting out a sigh as he stretched his aching shoulders.
He had a tiny smile on his face, excited to see his precious Y/n after a hectic day. He placed the empty lunchbox she made him on his lap, flushing at the sweet bear pattern cloth wrapped around it. His feet began tapping against the floor, feeling giddy on the inside. It was finally a month into their relationship and he really hoped she’d like the gift he got her.
The trained slowed to a stop, reaching her station. Aone stood up, lifting her lunch box with one hand and lugging her gift over his shoulder as he tethered through the station. He was glad she lived a few minutes away otherwise he would have struggled.
Aone feel shy when he climbed up her apartment complex, standing in front of her door but taking a deep breath, he knocked a few times before ringing the doorbell.
It only took a matter of seconds, when he heard her yelling from the other side, swinging the door open widely
“Teddy-kun!–” However his nickname was cut off by an excited squeal when she eyed the huge teddy bear in his arms. It was almost as tall as him
“Is this for me!?” She squealed again, bouncing with joy and he blushed, nodding shyly
“H-Happy one month” He mumbled and she immediately hugged his side hard
“You remembered our anniversary!!! I’m soooo happy!” She beamed, standing on the tips of her toes to plant a sweet kiss to his cheek. She dragged him inside, setting the empty lunch box on the table before extending her arms towards the giant teddy bear
“Gimme!”
He hummed, pushing it her away and she laughed, trying to hug it but it ended up in a squeak when the heavy bear slumped over her, sending her onto the floor. Aone grunted in shock, reaching out towards her
He panicked, but it was cut off the moment he heard her giggling from underneath the large bear
“Oooh Takkun! It’s just like when you get on top of me!” She teased, making his cheeks warm up immensely and he quickly lugged the stuffed teddy off her, setting it to the side. Y/n was still laying on the floor with a grin, but she reached out for his hand, letting him pull her up.
Giggles were heard and Aone’s cheeks were bursting with heat from the way his delightful little girlfriend was clinging onto his arm. It was early evening and the couple opted to stay indoors to avoid the searing heat of the summer sun outside.
Y/n was a firecracker, sparkling up the man’s life ever since they got together. He found himself having fun as each day went by
“I love my anniversary gift! Now I’ll feel less lonely while you’re working so hard on site!”
Y/n let out a grunt as she tried to lift the bear but she failed. Looking at Aone helplessly
“Takkun, can you help me put him in my room? Pleaaaase?”
He nodded, lifting the teddybear over his shoulder, lugging it to her room where he placed him on the bed. Aone was amused, he didn’t realise how huge the thing was until it lay on her bed, taking over the entire space…
A small smile etched on his face. She never complained in his presence, a large smile was always plastered on her. He liked every ounce of her, especially her adorableness. He loved when he had a match, how she would erratically jump up and down from her seat in the bleachers, cheering loudly for him without a care in the world. Or those moments where he would be idle, minding his own business and she would stop doing whatever she was doing to stare at him… But her face would break into glee and she’d quickly embrace him for a sweet nuzzle, muttering
“Teddy-kun ♡” Against his chest
Aone went back to the lounge, where he spotted her sitting on the couch. SHe smiled at him, patting the seat next to her
“Come here!” She chirped,
He dropped himself on the sofa. The sudden weight, almost made her bounce, startling her for a second but she just giggled. He glanced at the woman beside him, his browbones lifting when he realised, she was staring at him with adoration, her thick false lashes brushing her cheeks with each innocent blink.
She blushed, titling her head
“What?” She asked and he hummed, his rough fingers grazing the side of her face, just shaking his head. She clutched his palm, kissing it softly, and he noticed the mark her lip stain made on his hand, clutching it into his fist.
The last month had been going great for Aone and Y/n, he could find no fault with her. However, there was just one thing that kept running through his mind…
As he stared at the lipstick mark on his hand, he realised that in the entirety of their dating journey for the past month, he had never seen his girlfriend without a full face of makeup…
No matter the time or place, Y/n was always dressed to impress and her makeup was always done on point. He knew she liked putting extensions in her hair too. Something he learnt people did to their hair recently, when they went shopping. Her tight, flashy outfits never bothered him, he never thought about it really. He’d only just find her prettier and prettier each time but her makeup…
He thought back to the times when they’d have sex, even then, her makeup was perfectly in place… It would just be him who was in a mess, littered in lipstick marks all over by the end of it…
He wondered why she’d sneakily wait for him to sleep before hoping into the shower and he noticed how she would wake up bright and early, dressed and ready by the time he was awake…
Fingers grazed his brow bones and he broke from his thoughts, humming when Y/n stood up, only to hook her leg over one side of him, straddling his lap.
Blushing, he inhaled her perfume when she delightfully hugged him tight
“Teddy-kun, what’s on your mind baby? I know you’re quiet, but you look a little pensive…” She muttered, fingers gliding against his scalp, smiling
“Want to share?” She asked and he shook his head, muttering
“It’s nothing…”
She pouted, pushing his back against the sofa, making him grunt
“Its not nothing, talk to me!” She cooed and he felt shy, his hands clutching her hips. Biting his lip, he wondered how he could simply bring up the topic without offending her… Staring at her innocent face as she meekly blinked at him, he swallowed his question down his throat
“I liked the way you did your makeup today…” He mumbled, watching her lips curl into a grin, hugging him
“Awe baby, you’re so sweet! I wanted to go for a summery look! There’s glitter in my highlight today! I bought it that day when we went shopping! It’s the new trend lately. Even the girls at work have started using it” She laughed, showing him her shiny cheekbones so that he could see the specs of glitter, glimmer.
“Do you like it?” She asked eagerly and he fell silent but the excited look on her face made him feel guilty so he nodded
“Pretty…” He muttered making her blush. Gripping his face, she planted a kiss on each cheek and he felt the blush growing larger on his face.
“You’re the sweetest… I could smother you in kisses all over!” She teased, reaching to grip his collar, making him swallow when she pressed her lips against his, her crotch grinding against him. He closed his eyes, feeling her lips mould with his but she parted from them. Her lips began planting kisses along his jaw, neck and cheeks. He let out a small groan when her fingers unbuttoned the top of his shirt,
“I haven’t given you your anniversary gift yet…” She cooed, kissing down the bare skin of his chest, lowering herself between his spread legs. Aone’s heart was racing, when she cheekily smiled at him, her palm pressing against his crotch, letting out a small oh
“Hehe, you’re getting excited… So cute, Takkun! ♡”
Aone grit his teeth, when she unbuttoned his pants, her hand pushing into them to pull his half erect cock out. He held his breath when she gripped it, looking up at him with an innocent smile before her warm breath tickled his cock
“Like I said, I could kiss you all over…” She teased, turning her face to kiss the tip of his dick. He swallowed a groan, closing his eyes when he felt her soft lips worshipping his cock until he stood tall and proud
“Y-Y/n…” He muttered ever so quietly but she was insistent, kissing his shaft back and forth, until she felt his vein throbbing against her. Her fingers sneakily rubbed his glans, taking pleasure in the sharp gasp he let out
“I’m thinking you want more than just kisses now…” She hummed, her finger circling his tip. Aone was flustered, watching her part those painted lips, wrapping them around his cock. His chest heaved and he closed his eyes, feeling her bob back and forth his cock, sucking on his length
Her name slipped from his lips, making her giddy. Peeking up at his sweet beet-red face, she moved faster along his length, pushing it even deeper down her throat. He gasped, hands immediately clutching the sides of his head, panting
“W-Wait…”
But it fell upon deaf ears, she pulled off his length, only to lick his length repeatedly
“I’m just showing you how much I appreciate you” Y/n cooed, rolling her tongue against his blunt cockhead. Just as she parted her lips to engulf him again, Aone’s breath hitched when he felt her fingers brush along his balls, and she squeaked when his cock unexpectedly spurted all over her face
“Oh my gosh, Takkun!” She whined, sitting back while he tried catching his breath. Aone swallowed, feeling embarrassed the moment he noticed the pout on her cum drenched face,
“Sorry…” He muttered when she stood up, trying to wipe her face with a tissue
“My makeup…” She mumbled and he held his breath…
“I’m sorry” he apologised again but she quickly shook her head
“It’s alright, I didn’t realise you were getting so excited” He blushed, nodding
“… it felt good…” He mumbled and she bit her lip, blushing
“Um… I’ll be back in a few minutes….” Y/n muttered, slowly walking away. He sat there on the couch, letting out a sigh. The mood suddenly went dark and he felt nervous, he had never seen her look so serious before. Minutes went by and he raised a brow, realising it had been almost half an hour.
Getting up, Aone walked towards her bathroom, knocking once before slowly opening the door
“Y/n? Are you okay?”
Y/n’s back was facing him, her bath towel tied around her body. He couldn’t catch her reflection in the foggy mirror. She froze when she heard his voice, pressing her washed face into the small hand towel she was holding
“T-Takkun!” She squealed and he hummed,
“I-I’m fine! But you can’t see me like this!” She blurted, confusing him.
“But I’ve seen you naked before…?”
Y/n fell silent, super embarrassed
“…I meant my face…” She muttered into the hand towel and he frowned, stepping towards her however she refused to look at him. Placing a hand on her bare shoulder, he hummed again, alerting her that he wanted to see.
She knew how to read his expressions and she knew she couldn’t hide it any longer but the anxiety filled her.
She peeked from the towel. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest when she realised his face was mere inches from hers…
“No! I-I can’t!” She whined, pushing him away and rushing out of the bathroom in lightning speed, leaving her baffled boyfriend behind in a trail of dust. But, before she could slam her bedroom door close, Aone’s hand gripped the door pushing it open easily, making his way inside.
He gripped her wrist, pulling her into his arms
“Stop hiding from me” He grunted softly
She took a deep breath, her eyes welling in tears making him panic when he heard her sniffle, but he rubbed the top of her head, hiding her face against his chest. There was a moment of silence between them but he swallowed,
“Why won’t you show me your face?” he asked her and she hid herself against his chest, her heart pounding…
“Because I’m ugly!” She sniffled and he raised his brows.
“You are not.”
She shook her head,
“You haven’t seen the real me… My ex told me I was a catfish and broke up with me… I don’t want you to see my real face because you will leave me too!” She wailed but Aone rubbed her back. He wondered what she meant by ‘catfish’… Now imagining her bare face resembling the fish… However he shook his head, he had no idea what she meant but he could no longer endure it. Whatever the real Y/n looked like, it didn’t matter to him. He liked her for who she was, not what she looked like
“I don’t care if you wear make up around me or not. I love every part of you…” He muttered, feeling his cheeks heat up before finally taking the plunge, clearing his throat
“I-I love you…” He mumbled shyly and she froze, finally looking at his face in shock
“You do?” She asked in disbelief and he nodded, a small smile plastered on his face, cupping the side of her face, scanning her features.
“So these are your real eye colour…” He muttered, looking into her dark irises. She always wore blue or green contacts, they made her eyes look bigger than they were, but this didn’t bother him at all.
Y/n realised she had finally revealed herself, holding her breath waiting for his disappointed reaction. Aone was staring hard and this time she couldn’t read his expressions, her eyes welling in tears once again
“See, you find me hideous! You’re too shocked to speak!” She whined making him quickly snap from his thoughts, erratically shaking his head
“No”
“T-Then?” She sniffled
Aone held her face, forcing her to look at him again while he continued scanning her. His thumbs began tracing her delicate unfilled brows, a little chuckle leaving his lips
“What…?” She asked, flushing in embarrassment but he just smiled wider
“…We both don’t have eyebrows…” He answered and there was a moment of silence. She looked at his amused face, his calm expression making her chest warm and she finally broke out in a fit of giggles.
He felt relief wash over him, wiping away her stray tears.
Aone moved closer to her face, his nose nuzzling hers sweetly
“…prettier without make up…” He mumbled. Y/n felt like she could cry again, her bottom lip jutting out as her glimmering eyes rounded
“You don’t care that I look like this?” She asked timidly and he shook his head, she swallowed
“Even though I’m not wearing my hair extensions or lashes…?”
He immediately nodded with a pleased face. He held her chin softly just staring at her with soft eyes. She did look different without all of that stuff but to him, she looked especially ethereal right now. With or without makeup, she was the woman he loved regardless.
Those eyes glimmered so brightly, framed by her natural lashes. All he could think about in this moment was how much he loved her.
Her eyes widened when she caught his expression, immediately reading his thoughts.
Her lips parting
“Takanobu… I love you too! Like so so much!” She blurted, hugging him tight.
Aone grunted from her tight hug but he sighed in content, his chin tucking her head underneath while he caught her in a bear hug. Mushiness emitted from the lovey dovey couple, he felt like he was on cloud nine. It was only when his hand accidently brushed her back and she squeaked that he realised her skin was bare. Opening his eyes, he looked down only to be met with the delicious view of her ass, the bath towel was nothing was a crumpled heap by her ankles.
Y/n blushed, she definitely felt more confident when she had make up on during sex… But now she really felt naked and vulnerable, under his eyes. Shyly she folding her arms around her breasts, pressing her thighs together to hide her shame
“Takkun… I’m going to change now…” She muttered but his ears perked from how erotic his name sounded right now. Her timid expression made his skin heat up, heart pounding slowly as the blood rushed into his growing erection. She furrowed her brows when he didn’t move, until she realised he was hard, making her shyer
“Takanobu… D-Don’t tell me you’re turned on by me right now?” She slipped, reaching for her towel but he quickly gripped her wrists
“Don’t” He muttered, quickly pulling her against his burly body. Y/n flushed when his hands gripped her ass, pushing her hips against him. She held her breath feeling his heavy erection press against her stomach. However, this gave her the sudden revelation that he definitely truly loved her. She had always been insecure about her ordinary face when she was a teenager, often bullied by her peers. It was after high school that she knew she wanted a different college life, completely revamping herself and losing her real self in the process.
All of a sudden, it felt like she could breath. The binds that were wrapped around her were finally freed by Aone. Her knight and shining armour… As her insecurity shrunk, she slowly reached for his shirt, finishing the few buttons that weren’t unfastened.
Utter silence between them as they slowly discarded the remainder of his clothes, until he stood just as bare as her. Y/n swallowed, although it wasn’t the first time they were having sex, it felt like it a little.
She gasped when his rough hands gripping her thighs lifting her up, before she could say his name. She squeaked when he threw her on top of the bed. Her heart was racing, she felt the soft plushness underneath her, realising she was laying on top of the giant stuffed toy, sinking in slightly.
Aone’s eyes were fierce, and she swore her heart was going to rip out of her chest. He was never rough with her before, his sudden eagerness made her aware of the wetness threatening to seep from her folds. Slowly but surely, his hands placed themselves on her legs, slowly rubbing their way up her thighs. Y/n quivered, tilting her head against the teddybear, biting her lip.
He didn’t utter a single word while he gently rubbed and soothed her body with gentle caresses. He stopped when his face finally levelled with hers. She bit her lip from nervousness which was instantly washed away when he nuzzled her nose with his, calming her down.
“Takanobu” She mewled and he swallowed his name with a kiss. Y/n closed her eyes, kissing him passionately. She gasped when she felt sneaky fingers rub her folds, letting him push his tongue into her mouth. Tonight was full of firsts for the woman, she usually initiated their heated make outs but feeling his tongue rub hers so lewdly made her mind become hazy.
She spread her legs over the giant toy’s and Aone pushed his middle finger between her folds, gliding against her slippery slit. She moaned against his mouth while he felt his cock throb from the juices coated his thick finger.
Y/n pulled away from his lips, panting but it didn’t stop him from pushing his finger deep inside her, making her hips jolt. Sitting back, he looked at her aroused expression, feeling his cheeks heat up. It was so sultry and natural, he felt the need to suddenly ravish her.
“Ah!” She moaned when his thumb found her clit, rubbing it in circles. He swallowed when she felt her walls squeeze his finger. Her hips lifted, mewling but he pressed his palm on her abdomen, pushing her hips back down, pinning her in place. Y/n couldn’t help but call his name, making him heat up.
Aone pushed another finger inside her pussy, slowly thrusting them into her clamping cavern, until they were completely slick
She squeezed her lips into a tight line, trying to hold back a deep moan when he teased her clit again. His fingers picked up their pace, feeling her velvety walls squeezing against him. Slowly he spread his fingers, making Y/n hiss from the stretch, her walls clamping, threatening to fight back. He watched her juices slid down his knuckles, licking his bottom lip. Going faster, she felt her legs trembling, whimpering but he hummed, his other hand going back to tease her clit, rolling it gently between the pads of his fingers.
While his fingers worked their magic, she felt like her head was spinning, her chest heaving hard in choked pants.
“T-Takkun– I-I– Mmm!”
Eyes closing shut, Y/n squealed feeling her orgasm take over. Throwing her head back, she sobbed when she came all over his hand.
He was taking deep breaths, pulling his soaked fingers out of her pussy… Looking at her spread folds, he was intrigued by the heavy arousal coating her cunt… Trying to catch her breath, she blushed looking at him… And when he pushed his fingers into his mouth, she covered her eyes with her hands feeling shame…
But she couldn’t help spreading her fingers to get a naughty peek.
Something stirred in the man’s mind when he tasted her on his tongue… He stared down at her, looking at the way her face was flushed. Entranced by how her body was dotted in perspiration, messy hair framing that erotic face while her legs were vulgarly spread wide apart, over the legs of the innocent anniversary gift he had gotten her. It felt so wrong but she just looked so sexy… He felt the need to unravel her completely.
He wanted to ravish her
“Oh!” She squealed when his hands held her hips tight, Aone didn’t wait a moment, burying his face between her thighs.
“Takanobu! What are you!–” A pitchy moan slipped when his tongue thrusted between her spread folds. Her hands went above her head, gripping the plush toy, mewling and crying out.
“Wait! I’m still so sensitive–” Biting her lip to stop her words because he had already spread her folds apart, his tongue lapping at her soaked pussy. Her hands gripped her scalp, feeling her senses heighten to another level
Aone felt like he was getting intoxicated by her pussy. She always gave him oral sex but he was never given the chance to return it. He regretted being shy in the bedroom before… He had really been missing out.
Y/n cried out, she couldn’t lay still, twitching and jutting while he ate her out. His tongue moved in feral movements and she felt like she was seeing stars. Trying to reach out for anything, in her haze she gripped the heavy arms of the toy, encompassing them around her front, holding onto dear life.
Aone moved from the throbbing hole, gliding his tongue along her slit before he teased her clit, his eyes caught sight of hers. Looking at the tears dotting the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. Aone felt like he was mesmerised, burying his mouth against her pussy. Her moans became shaky whimpers, she had already cum once but her second orgasm was on its brink.
Despite him being preoccupied, he blindly reached for her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers as his tongue teased her. She draped her knees over his shoulders, her feet pressing against his lower back, lifting to grind her hips with his mouth. Moaning out his name, he knew she was going to cum again, he could practically taste it. Letting go of her hands, she gripped his hair while he squeezed her breasts, pulling and rubbing on her soft nipples.
Her thighs pressed against his cheeks and she cried out his name, finally climaxing but he didn’t expect her to orgasm so hard. She had almost soaked his face, startling both of them.
He pulled away to look at her while she panted, blushing heavily
“Are you okay? You came really hard…” He asked and she timidly nodded, biting her lip
“Y-Yeah… It’s just that…” She trailed off, stilling panting and he raised a browbone at her sudden shy expression.
“Um… It feels like there’s two of you right now…” She admitted, confusing him but she gripped the arms of the plush toy, blushing
“I-It’s like you’re holding me while you were doing… that, down there… at the same time” She whispered under her breath, hiding her embarrassed face in the soft toy’s arms. Usually, she was upfront with her sex talk, however he felt like he was being exposed to her softer side tonight. Aone’s cock throbbed, his chest heaved from a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding and he sat up, confusing her. He unwrapped the plush toys arms from her body, carefully gripping her wrists, holding them above her head. Y/n gasped when he pressed hot kisses along her neck and throat, slowly littering her skin with his marks.
“So gentle ♡” She cooed, giggling lightly from the ticklish feeling of his kisses. Opening his eyes, he was met with her jiggling breasts and he couldn’t help but reach out for them.
His hands squeezed her pillowy breasts, massaging them while his thumbs rolled her now pebbled nipples. Y/n moaned, her fingers lacing through his hair when he dipped down, his lips wrapped her nipple between them, sucking on her gently.
“Mmh~ Teddy-kun, that feels so good” She sighed while he adored her breasts. He kept suckling her nipples and she felt his cock press against her side, making her realise just how hard he was. Slowly, she reached towards it, wrapping her fingers around his shaft making him groan.
Aone looked at her with a heavy blush, eyes lidding from passion as she slowly stroked him. She panted when he went back to showering her tits with affection, his fingers pushing between her legs to tease her pussy while she stroked him. Soft moans grew between the couple, the heat between them was searing.
He could feel her clenching down on his fingers in desperation but he was certain he was almost at his limit. Her other hand, caressed his scalp and Y/n turned her head to whisper in his ear
“Takanobu” She panted, “I want you now”
It sent a shiver down his spine and he sat up. She watched him, reach for his previously discarded pants, shuffling around the pockets until he found the condom he had stashed. Quickly rolling it over his cock, he stood on his knees, between her spread legs. She bit her lip, reaching towards his dick, pressing it against her pussy
“I really do love you” She said and he smiled, gripping her other hand to kiss the back of it
“I love you too” He muttered, squeezing both of her hands with his. She gripped them, looking at his thick cock brush her slit, biting her lip. Her knees bent and toes curled, the moment his cock pushed between her folds, into her pulsing hole
“Hah! Ooo Taka–” She gasped, her hands gripping his forearms while he pushed all the way inside with his thick cock. Aone groaned from the way her pussy clamped around him. He felt like his dick was being swallowed. Biting his lip, he broke from her hold, his hands clutching under her thighs, lifting her knees to her chest. Releasing a sharp gasp, she cried out feeling his body pressing into hers, that her legs spreading her knees part. His dick pushed in so deep inside her, that her legs stretched.
It felt so hot between them, his heavy body pressed hers deeper into the soft fur on the bear, she felt like she was sinking in. Being completely wrapped and suffocated by her boyfriend. Clinging onto him, he began to thrust himself inside her. Every single thrust got harder and faster, her moans began a string of mewls into his ear.
Every time he rolled his hips, he pinned hers harder underneath him, making her feel every single inch of his cock. She kept crying out for love for him, fueling his ego. His hand slid under her back, pushing her up to meet his lips in a heated kiss, swallowing her moans. As their tongues mingled, his thrusts became sloppier. Their chests rubbed against each other but he held her close, grinding himself into her, humping her harder.
“Mmm… Mmm!” Y/n mewled against his mouth, her pussy couldn’t take it anymore. She was so desperate to cum, it hurt from the way she was clamping down hard on his cock, refusing to let him slip out. Her feet crossed against his lower back, turning her hips to gasp
“A-Ah! There!” She cried out, grinding into him. He held her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, going harder. Aone hissed when he felt her cling onto him, screaming in ecstasy when she gushed over his abdomen.
“I-I love you!” She sobbed and he moaned, his cock finally spurting into the condom but she felt the heat pooling inside of her. Aone stilled, panting. He finally slumped on top of her, making her squeak but Y/n ended up in a fit of giggles, hugging him. He was still inside her but she realised he was still weakly rolling his hips into her
“Are you still cumming?” She cooed softly into his ear and he hid his red face between her breasts, nodding and grunting. She caressed the back of his head, letting him finish until he calmed down.
Slowly and shyly, he lifted himself up. She sighed when he slid his softening cock from her pussy.
“Wow… That’s… a lot, Takkun” She said in shock when she spotted his heavily filled condom. He blushed, pulling it off quickly and tying the end of it before he discarded it. Sighing, he fell beside her and she turned on her side, smiling at him
“I like this side of Takkun” She whispered and he hummed, draping his arm over her side. Gazing at her gently face, he felt his timidness wash over
“And I like this side of you” He said, loud and clearly. Y/n’s eyes widened, breaking into a giddy smile.
“Oh… I just love you so much!” She squealed
She had to give him a sweet kiss, which he happily accepted. Relishing in the sweet taste of her lips, their kiss broke into affectionate pecks and caresses before he began listening to her pillow talk, feeling at ease.
She stopped talking midway, sitting up from his arms and he was confused, following her.
“What’s wrong?” He asked and she pouted, lifting herself of the ginormous teddy bear…
“We got him dirty…” She mumbled and he realised they had indeed violated the poor thing… Aone rubbed the back of his neck
“I’ll wash him and air him out…” He muttered and she glanced at him before gasping. Aone was confused when she stood up in all her glory, quickly dashing out of the bedroom door… But she was just as quick to return, plopping herself back onto the bed.
“Um… Its our one month anniversary and I didn’t get you anything so… I want you to have him” She said, her hands pushing her sentimental one eyed teddy bear to him. He was shocked, looking at her
“I cant accept this… He means a lot to you” Aone said but she shook her head, smiling
“You mean more… Besides I now have two Teddy-kun’s!”
Aone bit his lip, feeling himself blush as he accepted the small stuffed toy but it didn’t stop the smile stretching on his face and she grinned, hugging him
“I have a piece of you and now you have a piece of me too!” She laughed making him chuckle. He happily stared at his gift before looking at her. She cocked her head in confusion,
“Takkun?” She asked, watching his lips etch into a grin
“Thank you… Teddy-chan” He muttered and Y/n’s eyes widened from hearing his nickname for her, for the first time. (AN: its cheesy and idgaf)
It was finally her turn to blush hard, covering her face to conceal her giddiness. Aone set his bear on top of hers, it was so tiny compared to the one he got her but he didn’t care. Instead, he gripped her arm, pulling her on top of his body. She giggled when he kissed her neck again, wrapping her arms happily around her favourite teddy bear, gushing
Summary: When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955.
But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.
Series Warnings: Post TFATWS, Endgame Compliant, Canon-Adjacent, Time Travel, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Injury, Mention of Past Death, PTSD, Survivor’s Guilt, General Winter Soldier Warnings, Period-Typical Racism, Angst, Reunited Lovers, Eventual Smut.
Chapter Warnings: TATWS spoilers, Mention of Death, Angst, Self-Blame,
A/N: This series has been a long time coming. I first put out the teaser for it in January, and although I have (an embarrassing amount) of WIP’s right now, I just don’t want to wait to start on this one anymore. Hope you like it!
A/N:The amount of time I took to draw that (^) banner just to have it for 4nemo ficlets— a-ah, I love how it turned out anyway soOOO- anyway! This is sort of 4nemo’s… origin story? At least mytake in how the group was built.
There will be three parts to this, Blooming, Falling, and Loving! (And a bonus angst because it won’t be me without angst, Withering)
✤ she/her
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A dream is a wish your heart makes—isn’t that a saying from a fairytale?
Summary:As Alfred recovers in the hospital, your Aunt Dory asks you to act as a temporary replacement as staff in Wayne Tower. But you get much more than you bargained for.
Reader is a psychic per request. More specifically, she’s an empath as well as a spirit medium.
Also, I was listening to When The Party’s Over on repeat while I wrote this. This is also really silly but I digress.
Might publish a bonus spice chapter, might not, who can say?
Before all this, you were pretty sure you’d met Bruce Wayne only once.
You’d been twelve years old, visiting your Aunt Dory with your mother, and as much as you tried to be friends with him, he kept to himself, and though he didn’t tell you, you knew why. The people he missed the most passed on their love through you, but when you tried to tell him that, he didn’t speak to you for the rest of the visit.
You tried to explain that you were a medium, but he didn’t believe you. Aunt Dory told you he’d come around, but you were pretty sure she was just trying to comfort you.
Now, you were pretty sure he’d forgotten all about that incident. And you were seeing him again.
Summary: Y/N and her family are invited to a masquerade ball since Netherfield hall has a new owner: Lord James Buchanan Barnes. What (Y/N) does not know is that this will be her last night among the living.
Warnings: soft!dark themes here! A bit of manipulation. Blood! Pride and Prejudices vibes at the beginning of the fic.
Author’s note: I’m happy that I can finally post this one because I’m a whore for masquerade balls and vampires! Especially Vampire!Bucky! This goes out to @emily-roberts (who can’t be tagged unfortunately) since they inspired me to work on Masqueradehere! Maybe this will get a sequel, i’m not sure yet.
Exit Strategy (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) the Knight and Pawn Series.
Hey so I didn’t expect this to get so popular, so I would like to say thank you for that. I’ve thought a bit about where I want this series to go I just want to say this.
I don’t condone any of these actions of these characters, this is a work of fiction.
anyways with that out of the way my taglist is open, so in case you wanted to be a part of it go ahead and ask in the ask box, even if you just want to say hi it’s right there.
This chapter is a bit shorter since I have to go somewhere early tomorrow and I didn’t have a lot of time to write today, but I’m trying to push one chapter a day as a challenge for me.
Anyways as always, triggering material below, Minors DNI, and thank you for reading.
You didn’t know how many days passed by since thatday.
You replayed that scene in your mind over and over again. The sickening crack, his final words to you, everything you could have done differently. You even made a list in your head.
You could have run faster.
You could have fought harder.
You could have gone in the middle of the night.
You could have loved him better.
You could have not loved him at all.
The last one was the one you always came back to. If it hadn’t been for you, had it not been for your love for him, Alec would be alive.
Alec would still be alive if it wasn’t for you.
You thought about his mom, his sister, his friends and family and all that would miss him and you hated yourself. Because if it wasn’t for you, they would still have Alec.
You were the cause of all of this.
So maybe this is what you deserved.
Every morning Marc would bring you breakfast, it was usually a blueberry bagel with cream cheese and fruit, usually accompanied with a cup of coffee. The first morning came and you didn’t touch it, same with lunch and dinner. Second day came with the same routine. When the third day came he practically forced the food down your throat, not caring if you protested against him. It was that day that you learned to eat the food he gave you, even if you would rather starve.
You hadn’t been out of the room since your arrival, but from what you knew, this wasn’t the flat in London that Steven or Marc owned. It was somewhere new, somewhere bigger and a lot less dingy. The room you were in had an adjacent bathroom and it was a decent size, marble counters and a clawfoot tub. You didn’t know how Marc could afford all of this when he was struggling to make ends meet before you parted ways.
Three knocks on the door resounded the quiet room, it was always three knocks before he entered in case you weren’t decent.
Not like he cared anyway.
When the dark haired man entered the room you immediately knew it wasn’t Marc, with his hair more unkempt and the soft sweater adorning him you knew instantly who he was.
Your Steven with a V.
“Steven?” You asked quietly in disbelief, you could see his eyes light up and a smile stretch his face. You slowly went up to him, looking in his eyes trying to see if it was one of Marc’s cruel jokes. But you saw no traces of the man who took everything you loved, and once you did the force of the hug you gave Steven nearly knocked the wind out of him. You cried into his chest, possibly ruining the soft sweater he was wearing.
“Not that I don’t want the hug sweetheart, but I don’t want to spill your breakfast.” Steven said as you let go of him, he set the breakfast tray down gently beside you before opening his arms again, beckoning you back into the embrace before, which you happily gave into. You stayed like that a while, sobs wracking your body as you breathed in the scent of his sweater. Which only made you sob harder.
Because Steven smelled like him.
Once you were so dehydrated that crying did not seem like a possibility anymore, you greedily gulped the water Steven gave you and bit into the piece of toast that came with your breakfast.
“So what’s the plan?” You asked, swallowing the bite of crunchy toast before downing it with water.
“What plan?” Steven asked as he gave you a cute confused look, one that you thought resembled that of a first grader.
“Theplan Steven,” You said, “the plan to get me out of here before Marc comes back.”
You weren’t anticipating the long pause that followed, Steven sighed as he gently took your hand in his, rubbing circles against your skin. His dark eyes bore into you something unlike him, borderline dark.
“There isn’t a plan sweetheart,” Steven said looking you in the eye, you weren’t sure if you were processing this correctly.
“What do you mean there isn’t a plan?” You asked, your voice shaking nervously. You heard him sigh again, his hands playing with yours. Something he did absentmindedly, without knowing he did.
“I mean there isn’t one,” Steven said, all at once it clicked and you withdrew your hand away from him as though he was on fire.
Steven wasn’t going to help you.
Steven was going to keep you.
“I thought you were better than him.”
“I am.”
“No you’re not,” you said, retracting yourself away from Steven, “you’re doing exactly what he’s doing.” You recoil away as Steven tries to touch you again.
“I’m not,” He defended, “we love you sweetheart, we always have. We tried keeping Marc away from you as best we could for those few years, but when news of your engagement reached us. We all agreed, Alec didn’t deserve you-”
“You’re right,” you said, “Alec didn’t deserve what I did to him.” You said, reciting the list in your head of all you could have done differently.
“We love you,” Steven repeated, “when you said you needed time away from Marc we agreed. Marc was in the wrong for what he did, but we didn’t think you were going to leave like that. That you were going to run off with some other good looking chap.”
“But I didn’t ‘run off’ with him.” You corrected, “I just fell in love with him.” You dropped to the ground, back against the wall and your knees to your chest. Your heart was breaking all over again with betrayal, this time from the one person you didn’t expect it from.
Your sweet Steven with a V.
You were unresponsive when Steven knelt to your height and enveloped you in a hug, you tried not to melt into his touch as he rubbed soothing circles against your back. You stayed like that for a minute or two before Steven let you go.
“We’ve got to go take care of a few things sweetheart,” he whispers as he gives the top of your head a kiss, “We’ll be back soon to give you some more clothes,” he gets up from the ground and to the door, and before he closes it he says goodbye.
“Laters Gators.”
And then suddenly you were alone again.
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Night rolled in and you laid in bed, half asleep half awake, after spending the last year and a half with someone beside you every night, it was a hard adjustment to sleeping alone. You barely got a couple of hours in before you would wake up.
You weren’t sure what time it was, you assumed very early in the morning when you felt the bed dip beside you and a muscular arm wrap itself around your torso. You involuntarily tensed, giving away your lucid state.
“Go back to sleep starlight,” Marc whispered in your ear before placing a gentle kiss against your shoulder, “I won’t do anything funny without your permission.”
And with that you pretended to sleep until you felt him take slow, deep, and steady breaths in. You tried to move away only for his arm to hold you tighter against him still.
So whether or not you liked it, that’s where you stayed for the remainder of the night, embraced by the man who killed your fiance, and whether or not you liked it.
For the first time since he brought you there, you had a restful night’s sleep.
A layer of mist consumed Smoky’s mind. His steps were getting quicker with each second as his friends ran behind. “Taiyō..” he whispered to himself. To him, the entire world felt that had slowed down as he drew closer to the abandoned warehouse. Waste littered the ground, children and adults shouted, their tone carried fear as they were forcefully separated from their friends and family.
Reaching the entrance, he continued and saw his fear reflecting on him. Leaning against the wall, you stared at the concrete ground. The brilliant light that illuminated the storehouse allowed Smoky to see the small beads of crimson that were a few centimeters in front of you. You sat on the ground leaning on the wall to keep yourself from completely falling. Instantly Smoky came to your side, hearing your dyspneic breaths—the expansion in your lungs burn, thus you took shorter breaths. “We’ll get you to the doctors, quick,” he spoke, his attitude was calm but if you cut underneath the layers of tranquillity you’d find him frightened.
“Ah..nīsan.. You’re safe..”
“Mhm..” He reached towards your arm, despite the wool, fingerless gloves he wore he still felt the winter slowly start on your body. He lifted your body from the ground placing your arms around his neck for support then he grabbed on the back of your leg. “C’mon.. Taiyō we have to get you out of here..”
You: “Hasn’t it.. been a while since you carried me.. like this..?”
He held you closer feeling a bead of sweat grow, “Yeah, when we were five.. You fell down and sprained your ankle..”
You gripped a little harder, dizziness tainted your mind, “.. Can you tell him I love him?”
“…… Tell him yourself,” he stated.
You let out a small laugh as he felt your arms release from his neck, winter consumes your body.
Smoky: “.. You said you’ll build a family with him.. Lala and Eri would help around.. They would care for the baby and..” He went silent before he felt the warm, liquid swell on his eyes. “C’mon.. You know.. H-He loved you too.” His movements ceased when he saw his friends running towards him. He couldn’t help staring at the man who loved you the most.
I wonder if this is the last?
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Author note — Lyrics from 4:00 AM by Taeko Ohnuki. I tried making it sad or smt dunno couldn’t help me some sad angst, smoky is ooc my bad lol INSPIRED BY THAT ONE SCENE IN TOKYO REVENGERS MANGA AAAAAA srry is shitty guys omg i hate it
Warnings/tags:!Some Spoilers from manga! Somnophilia, dubious consent, Exhibitionism, Reader is bisexual, Poly ship, Facesitting, Oral sex (giving and receiving), Spanking, Group sex, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only
“It does not look too terrible,” Aoi mumbled, her fingers running our the large bandages covering your arms, “In a few weeks it will barely even be noticeable.
You do not bother to hide your trembling lip from her, “How can I be a slayer with useless arms? I cannot even feed myself let alone lift a sword.”
She sighed, putting away the excess cloth, “You will have to stay here a few more weeks to recover, and then you should be mostly back to normal. Even though Shinobu managed to create an antidote, the poison tore up the veins in your arms. It is going to take your body some time to heal.”
“I should be out there helping, not sitting in this bed,” small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You have already been recovering for two weeks, the thought of being trapped in this bed any longer was going to drive you mad.
Aoi awkwardly rubbed your back, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, you assisted in taking down two powerful demons. Even if you had not been injured you deserved a break, we were all beginning to wonder if you ever slept.”
“I have slept plenty, I am ready to get back out there,” You lift one bandaged arm, trying to ignore the pain the movement caused to examine the damage. “Are you sure there is no way to speed the healing up, I am willing to try anything?”
“No slayer, the only thing that will make you better is rest and food. Thought if you would like to recover more efficiently I do have one suggestion.”
Your upper body lurches forward, your nose almost slamming into Aoi’s face, “What, what is it?”
“Well, you are not the only slayer I am caring for at the moment, this means you do not get the full attention you need to heal quickly. If you knew someone who could care at all times your body would heal much faster.”
You groan falling back to the bed, “Not this again.”
“All I am saying is you should tell them what happened,” Aoi grabbed a washcloth and brought it towards your face, “I know they would come in a heartbeat to help with your recovery.”
“I already told you, I don’t want them to see me like this, I look pathetic.”
“You look like someone who was injured slaying a demon, there is nothing pathetic about that.” She wrings the water out of the cloth and wipes down your chest, “What is pathetic is to continue to write them pretending nothing is wrong because you are too scared of rejection.”
Your upper lip curls up, “What makes you so sure they would come to care for an injured slayer.”
Aoi scoffed, lifting your arm to bring your wrist to your face, “Last time a checked Uzui does not gift a gold bracelet to every slayer that visits his house to recover.”
You could not wiggle your arm free from her hold, the muscles still too weak to respond to your commands, “It was a parting gift, nothing more.”
“A parting gift really?” She pulls your arm closer to her face examining the intricate engraving on the gold band, “A gold band that is a match to the gold bands on his arms is only a parting gift.”
“Yes,” you growl trying fruitlessly to pull your wrist free.
She rolls her eyes, releasing your arm, “You are so deep in denial. How can you possibly convince yourself that they feel nothing for you? They practically begged you to become theirs, the only reason you are not recovering in their bed right now is that you are too scared to ask.”
“You can’t know that for sure,” you mumble, looking at the stack of letters by your bedside.
“Really, then let’s test my theory,” She pulls one of the blank sheets of paper off of the small table and hands it to you, “tell them what happened to you and where you are staying, you do not even need to ask them for help. I guarantee by tomorrow they will all be here fighting for the chance to take care of you.”
“And if you are wrong?”
She rubs the bottom of her chin, “Hm, If I am wrong I will clear my schedule and wait on your hand and foot until you are fully recovered.” A sly smile spreads across her face, “But if I am right you must buy me a new hair clip, a nice one, not one of those cheap ones at the market.”
“I feel like this is a lose-lose situation,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.
“Nu-uh, you have nothing to lose because they will come to take care of you. Well, you will be out at least five yen, the hair clip I want does not come cheap.”
“How is this not extortion,” you growl, trying to find a way out of this.
“Oh please, you can so dramatic. All you have to do is write a short letter telling them you were injured and will not be able to see them for a few weeks. Don’t you think they deserve an explanation for why you have not been visiting?”
You open your eyes to glare at her, “that was a low blow.”
“Well I am tired of hearing your whining, it was pathetic a week ago, not it is just sad.” She thors the rag into the bowl of water, “I am trying to be sympathetic but honestly you are being dull. They are in love with you, they want you. The only reason you are alone is that you are acting like a coward, and that is coming from me.”
“What if they had changed their mind while I was gone? I could not handle going back to being nothing to them.”
Her eyes softened, she reached out and laid her hand over yours, “And this is better? You only eve speak to them in letters, exchanging small talk about demons and the weather. I cannot guarantee they have not changed their minds but can you really lie there and tell me it is not worth it to ask?”
You open and close your mouth, you could not argue with what she was saying. Truth be told they were worth the risk, even a day with them would be worth a lifetime of pain but a small ounce of self-preservation still held you back, “I’m scared,” you whisper, “I don’t think I could survive their rejection.”
“Uzui already told you how they felt, the only reason they are not at your bedside right now is that you have not told them you are injured. They would drop everything and travel here, all you need to do is ask, I promise they will not say no.”
“Aoi,” you whimper, “please can we drop this.”
She gave your hand one gentle squeeze, “Fine, I will drop it, for now, you are due for your meds anyways.”
Fuck, “Do I need to take all of those? They make my head feel funny.”
She laughed, “Trust me, the only reason you are not screaming in pain is because of these meds, your nerves are still very inflamed from the venom, missing even one dose will make you wish you had let the demon finish you off.”
“Here,” she raises the small cup to your lips, “drink up.”
You hold your breath and open your mouth letting the bitter liquid slide down your throat. “Ugh, that is terrible.”
“It tastes awful but there is nothing we have found to even be half as effective.” she stands up, wiping her pants, “You make sure to call for assistance if you need something, this medication has a strong impact on the level of consciousness, some people report dreamlike states where-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you wave off her speech already having heard it a dozen times. “Don’t stand up by yourself, don’t sign anything, don’t talk to strangers, make sure you are not hallucinating before you go to the bathroom.”
“Alright I’ll check on you in a bit,” She points her finger, her lip curling up, “But so help me if I find you out of bed, I refuse to have a slayer injured on my watch.”
You nod, too weak to even think about leaving the bed the medication already making the world around you spin. With nothing else to do you work on controlling your breathing, each small breath allowing you to lessen the effects of the drug in your system.
The sky outside your window darkened leaving you in complete darkness, you try to fight off the heaviness of your eyelids but each blink was a battle. Soon you had no choice but to allow them to close, your mind finally resiting.
You used to love sleep, allowing your mind to turn off was heavenly. But ever since you left the Sound estate you found your mind wandering places it should not. Tonight was no different once sleep finally overtook you.
The dreams always started out the same, you would arrive at the large estate exhausted and starving. Each member would swarm around you, now having the routine down you were in a warm bath only moments later while food was being heated.
When your skin was clean and hair groomed they would listen to your adventures as you eat, Suma flinching whenever you even mentioned a demon getting too close. Hinatsuru would ask about the places you got to see while traveling and Makio would want to know all about the demon you slew. Tengen always ended up pulling you into his lap after you finished your meal, gently rubbing your thigh as you talk with the girls.
When your eyes grew heavy and your head starts to nod forward Tengen would gently guide you back to their room. Your breathing would grow haggard, already trembling with excitement, the exhaustion fading away.
You bring your hand down your stomach, there was no harm in letting yourself feel pleasure as you dream, after all, no one has to know what you are doing while you think about a married man and his wives.
Dreaming was your only escape from the cruel world you lived in, here your arms were not injured and you were surrounded by the people you love.
Tengen would be the first in this realm to take charge, using his hand to position you exactly where he wanted. Your legs were spread open wide, one knee held by Suma whose eager eyes watched as Tengen’s mouth licked a trail up your thigh, collecting the juices that had covered them.
“Tengen,” you whine, your voice cracking, “Please don’t tease me.”
“Shh little slayer, I want to savor my meal,” Tengen groaned, using his tongue to clean your other thigh. Your dreams always felt so real but tonight was different, before his touch felt muffled, as if someone was touching you through a sheet. As his hot tongue runs up your inner thigh its warm wet heat nearly has your back arching off the bed.
Your head falls back, now resting in the lap of Makio. “Relax,” she muttered, her hands trailing down your chest to latch onto your swollen nipples, “We have all night.”
“Have to take my time with you,” Tengen cooed, one finger slinging through the middle of your slick folds, “Your pretty hole needs to be niced and stretched if it is going to take my cock tonight.”
His slick fingers circle around your entrance, giving you a moment’s warning before breeching your tight cunt. Your thighs shake, your muscles working to close but Hinatsusu joins in holding you open leaving you completely exposed to Tengen as he got to work.
“My, my, one finger and you are already creaming all over me.” He tsks his tongue, “Such a needy girl, how long have you been walking around with the mess?” His curious red eyes gazed at the pussy spread before him, admiring how you twitched around one finger.
“Is it our fault you are this messy? Were you thinking about us on your walk here naughty girl?”
“Tengen, don’t talk like that,” you order weakly, barely able to speak your cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
His lips curled into a devilish smirk, “You don’t have to pretend with us,” the finger inside you curled up. The entire room could heat the vigorous thumping of your heart against your chest, nearly ribbing from its cage. “Relax your legs, little slayer, let us see this sweet pussy.”
You could deny him nothing, your these thighs fell open completely, your puffy lips spreading to reveal your tight clit. You were breathing heavily, too nervous to be in control as they all admired your pulsating cunt. Your fearful eyes scanned each member, watching their reaction carefully.
“Fuck,” Suma moaned, her hands gripping your knee tightly, “It is not fair you get her first Tengen.” Her mouth was already drooling at the sight of such a beautiful woman spread open in front of her, a beautiful pussy just waiting to be feasted on. She was half tempted to push Tengen out of the way and fulfill her craving.
“Wait your turn Suma,” Tengen growled, adding another finger to tease you, “little one will need your tongue to clean up the mess I am about to make.”
You want to bring your hands up to hide your face too embarrassed to focus on but for some reason, you could not move the appendages so you had to settle on looking up at the ceiling. Only that proved to be even worse as Makio’s full breasts now filled your vision.
“Hey there,” she smiled, her fingers pinching your nipples and pulling on them until they grew stiff, “Like the view.”
Your train of thought crashed at her teasing smile, you look down only to see Hinatsuru slip off her own dress, her blush rose nipples hardening when exposed to the air. Taking advantage of your distracted mind Tengen’s clever tongue flickered across your tender clit. Your body jumps shocked at the immediate pleasure his mouth brings.
He seemed to enjoy your flavor, his hand settling under your hip so he can tilt it up giving him even easier access. He breathed in the scent of your arousal, preening as the sounds of your moans filled his ears, your head thrown back in pure bliss.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Suma trail one hand down her own abdomen, circling her small clit frantically as she watched Tengen lap up your juices.
“Oh, it feels so good,” you pant, your back arching up as he sucks the bud onto his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to draw small circles.
“Fuck,” He mumbled, releasing the suction. “I could feast on this cunt for hours. Your taste is divine.” His hot breath fanned against the tender flesh. “How does that sound, do you think you could handle me for a few hours?”
You shake your head, already at the end of your rope.
‘Mmh, shame, we will have to work on building up your endurance,” he lowered his mouth again, adding another finger to your cunt loving the vice grip you had around the digits. Fuck his cock was already throbbing at the idea of your pretty pussy spasming around his length as he stretches you out.
“T-Tengen, please, I-I think I am going to come,” you screamed, your back arching off the bed.
Makio pushed down on your shoulders, holding you steady as your legs started to shake. Having no mercy Tengen increased the pace of his fingers now scissoring inside you as he worked throbbing clit with his lips. It was not long until the strong tingle in your abdomen rapidly spread throughout your body.
You could feel your hold clench around his fingers as your body convulsed, your mouth open in a silent scream. Tengen continued to milk the pleasure from your exhausted body, only stopping when you fell limp under him.
The only sound in the room was your frantic breathing. You always woke up like that, startled awake by what you had been dreaming about. Only tonight was different because instead of waking up cold and alone you were surprisingly warm.
“I know you are awake little one, open your eyes already,” a deep familiar voice laughed.
Immediately your eyes slammed open but nothing could have prepared you for the sight you encountered. Tengens chin was glistening, his eyes full of hunger you have never seen. On each side of you were Suma and Hinatsuru holding open your limp legs. Your head falls back onto a pair of soft thighs.
“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up,” Makio laughed from above you, her hands on either side of your head.
“W-What is happening?” you look down at the unimaginable sight of Tengen in between your spread thighs, your mind nearly breaking as you try to piece together everything.
“Aoi sent us a letter saying you were injured,” Hinatsuru brushed her hand up your thigh, “We rushed here as quickly as we could once we heard the news. We did you not tell us sooner you were hurt we would have been here the day you arrived?”
“You were here for a week and you did not bother to let us know you were hurt,” Makio growled from above you, the lust decorating her face now gone. “Were you ever going to tell us?”
“I-I,” your breathing starts to grow frantic, what in the hell was happening? One minute you were dreaming and the next your dream becomes a reality. “I don’t understand what is happening,” you mumble your mind fuzzy, “When did you all get here? Why are you in between my legs?”
“Shh,” Suma moved up from her place at your legs and grabbed one of your bandaged hands, “I know you are probably really confused so let me explain.”
You nod, eager to understand the world around you.
“We arrived here less than thirty minutes ago, we all rushed here when we heard the news of your injury from Aoi’s letter,” she paused to give you time to process the information. “When we got here you were sound asleep, Aoi said you would not be up for hours, we were going to take turns watching over you, but when Tengen tried to leave to get some food you yelled out for him to stop teasing you.”
Your breathing stops, your mind replaying the events of earlier, “I spoke out loud,” you whispered.
Tengen snorts, “You did more than speak little one, you begged me to touch you.”
Your mouth falls open in horror, “What happened after that?”
Tengen looked down at your exposed sex, “Well, we tried leaving, wanting you to get some rest but we are only human, how could we resist those little whimpers begging for more?”
“Y-You mean-”
“That I ate your little pussy while you begged for more?”
A startled squeak left your lips at his confession, “You did?”
A wolfish grin spread across his face, “Oh yes darling, I did.”
Your face was so hot you were sure you could fry an egg on your cheeks, “You mean my dream was real, it all happened?”
“Regretfully I cannot see into your beautiful mind but judging by what you were whimpering I would say your flamboyant dream matched pretty well to what we were doing.”
You wanted to bury yourself in a hole, the noises you had been making were mortifying, the idea that anyone heard them, let alone the four people at your side was enough to make you combust.
“Don’t look so embarrassed,” Hinatsuru cooed, “Watching you find pleasure was beautiful, I could watch it every day and never grow tired of that sight.”
Tengen hummed in agreement, “And the flamboyant sounds you made were enough to nearly push me over the edge, if not for my training I would already be staining the sheets with my seed.”
“Wait, you all arrived here to help with my recovery after Aoi sent you a letter telling you about my condition?”
Hinatsuru nodded, patting her hand gently against your, “We left as soon as we heard, we were so worried, she told us how close you were to-to dying.” She choked out a sob, “Why would you not call for us,” her lips pressed into a thin line, “Did you not want us to come here?”
“No,” you try to reach out but your arms could not respond, “That is not it at all,” You look down wishing you had on clothes, you already felt so exposed, “I did not want to bother you.”
“Bother us?” Tengen echoed, lifting himself up into a sitting position between your legs. “Is that what you think you are? A bother.”
You take advantage of his move, pushing your thighs together to gather some privacy, “Not exactly-”
Tengen runs his hand through his loose hair, “I thought I took care of your doubt the night you left but it seems you still have some doubts where you stand in this relationship.”
He looks over at the woman by your side with a new, darker look in his eye, “Darlings would your hold her legs for me please, I believe we need to teach the little runaway here her place.”
“Hey wait,” you try to scramble away but Suma and Hinatsuru locked onto your legs anchoring you in place.
“Hm,” Tengen’s hand rested under his chin, “On second thought flip her around, I want that flamboyant ass in the air.”
“Ah,” you squeak as you are tossed in the air and gently flipped around, landing on the bed with your arms held behind your back, your cheek squished against the mattress.
“W-What are you doing,” you try to look over your shoulder but the position they place you in prevents you from being able to see anything.
“I have tried being a patient little one, I waited weeks for you to finally confess your feelings, and what is my reward for this? A letter telling me how you almost died. Can you even imagine how that made us feel? You almost died having never been ours.”
His large hand runs up your slick thigh, “And now you lie here in the bed speaking about not wanting to bother us!” His large hand comes down across your ass laying a sharp spank. “I refuse to believe the only reason you did not ask for our help is that you did not want to be a bother.” Another sharp sting spreads across your ass as his hand descends, “So tell me the truth, why are you running away from us?”
“I-I can’t” you sob, burying your face into the sheets.
“Wrong answer,” Another precise slap arrives on your skin, the sharp tingle spreading through your body, lighting your skin on fire.
“Please tell us why you do not want to be with us,” Hinatsuru whispered, her lips kissing away the tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, “What did we do wrong?”
“Nothing,” you sob, “you did nothing wrong, it’s me that is wrong.”
“What is wrong with you?” Makio asked, shoving Hinatsuru out of the way, “Because from my viewpoint you are perfect.”
“I’m not,” you turn your face to bury your head onto the mattress needing to hide, “And one day you will see that and want nothing to do with me. And then what,” your chest heaves, too tired to resist letting it all out, “I will be left all alone.”
“Darling,” Tengen cooed, his hand running up your naked back where your loose shirt had ridden up, “Do you truly believe we would leave you?”
You nod your head, your throat too tight to let you speak.
“But that is not true, I could never get tired of you!” Suma yelled, pushing Hinatsuru out of the way for her turn. “The way you hold me when I cry, and how you make sure Hinatsuru will buy my favorite food when at the market. The way you make sure that each of us feels included, can’t you see we will never get enough of you?”
Tenge’s hand settled on the flaming skin of your ass, massaging the sore tissue, “If you think for one minute I am ever letting you go then I have failed at making you feel appreciated.” His hand stops at the back of your neck, gently squeezing the column, “Because this is something I could never live without. Your smile, your kindness, your love, your flamboyant attitude, I need all of it.”
His bodyweight presses over you, his long erection settling in between the cheeks of your ass, “Now little one, I am going to show you how you belong to me,” the head of his cock slides down to settle on the outside of your entrance, “After this, there is no question you belong to us do you understand?”
You glace back in shock, watching helplessly as his hips thrust forward, the large head piercing into your tight hole.
A small whimper leaves your throat as the burning stretch nearly becomes too much, he was so fucking big that even with his fingers stretching you earlier there was no way he was going to be able to fit all of it inside you.
“Fuck,” he hissed from above you, his hand braced against your tailbone as he sank into your warmth. “You are so tight.”
Your hands reach out looking for something to hold onto and two warm hands answered your call, their fingers intertwining with yours.
“You are doing so perfect,” Hintsuru hummed, kissing your knuckles. You squeeze down around their hands as hard as you could, your legs trembling as another inch slides inside.
Just when your thought It would all become too much his cock finally kissed the end of your hole. He froze for a few seconds giving your poor pussy time to adjust to his intrusion. This gave Makio just enough time to fulfill her plan.
Manipulating your body she adjusts your arms until your weight was settled onto your hands, your elbows locked and your ass in the air where Tengen was buried to the hilt. With the help of Suma she carefully lifted your body until she could easily slide under you, her mouth now directly under your dripping cunt.
“H-Hey,” you whine, Makio’s pussy now directly under your face, her breasts pressing against your upper thighs, “What are you doing?”
“This,” She groaned, using her fingers to spread open the lips of your pussy and latch onto your throbbing bundle. You nearly fall forward, the combined attack overwhelming.
Tengen, not one to be outdone drew his hips back, his cock slowly withdrawing from your abused hole only to slam back in. The strength of his thrusts had his balls collide with the top of Makio’s head but she did not seem to mind, in fact, it seemed to egg her on, she grew even more aggressive in pleasing you. Her tongue lashed across your clit as she sucked on the tender bud.
The tongue on your cunt vibrated as Makio let out a low groan. Tengen continued to plow into you in a purposeful rhythm, each thrust well aimed to nail the upper part inside your pussy making black spots appear in your vision each time he hit it.
Your fingers dig into the sheets as you hold on for dear life.
“You feel that,” Tengen growled, his cock kissing the end of your hole, “Feel how deep inside you I am?” His hand came down to slap your ass, “This pussy is mine little one, not yours, mine, and if you think you can keep me from this pussy then I will have to fuck you until you are too tired to argue.”
“Tengen,” you sobbed, your head falling forward. Suma shifted forward, her hands giving your head a comfortable place to rest on Makio’s thighs as the pair worked to drive you even higher. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, as the throbbing in your clit started to spread. Your chest grew too tight for you to even breathe.
Tengen kept his movements steady while Makio’s tongue worked wonders on your clit, sucking on the tight bud whole flicking her tongue over the tip. It was not long until your mouth opened into a silent scream, your entire body tense as you come all over Makio’s face, your sweet juices coating her tongue as you convulse.
Makio greedily lapped up the mess as you continued to come on her face, the pleasure too strong to let you relax until another mind-shattering sensation overtook you. This time the tingling spread to your head making the world begging to grow hazy as your breathing stopped. You were sure you were screaming but you could hear nothing over the sound of your own pounding heartbeat.
With the high gone your breathing decreased slightly but Tengen was still going, his fat cock continuing to stretch your clenching hole. You lie there and let him lay his claim, too tired to even speak.
When it almost became too much mercifully his cock started to pulse and seconds later his hot cum began to fill you, leaving no inch uncovered. Only when he was sure every drop had emptied inside you did he pull his hips back, admiring how your gaping hole clenched around nothing, his cum already leaking out.
Makio’s magical tongue gave one last long lick up your slit before she shuffled out from under you. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to collect your bearings while the world around you spun. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, gently manipulating your body until you were settled on your back.
You did not even jump when a soft tongue began to clean your throbbing sex, lapping away the mess Tengen had created. Another careful pair of hands brought your head into their lap, their fingers tracing the lines of your face. The last pair of hands dragged a warm cloth across your drenched body.
You snuggle into their hold, letting them each care for you in their own unique way. Only when the cloth grew cold and the tongue on your sex stilled did you crack open one eye.
“How are you feeling?” Hinatsuru asked, wringing out the wet cloth into a basin.
“Fuzzy,” you mumble, turning your head to bury your face deeper into Makio’s lap.
“Do you understand now?” Tengen hummed, his callused fingers rubbing across the back of your injured hand. Do you understand how much we love you little one?”
“I-I,” you press your lips together, how could you make them understand what you were thinking. They all knew early in life they would belong to each other forever but they have barely known you for a year.
“I want to,” you whisper, “I want to believe more than anything that you love me.”
You press your thighs together wincing at the ache in your sex, “But I don’t think I will ever be sure of your feelings for me. It is just too good to be true.”
Tengen barked in protest but you continued, “But the one thing I am sure of is my feelings for all of you. The days I was able to spend with all of you were the happiest of my life and I want nothing more than to give you all of my days. I am yours.”
Hinatsuru shot forward her arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you into her chest. “We love you so much,” she sobbed, burying her face in your shoulder, “And we will spend all of our time making sure you never doubt that.”
Suma joins in on the hug, her body pressing against your back, “I won’t let go until you believe us.” She declared, tightening her arms even more.
Makio laughed, pushing Suma to the side so she could have room to join in, “I think it will be fun to convince you our feelings are permanent, I love a good challenge.”
“Hm,” Tengen’s large hand settled on top of your head, urging it back until his gaze was able to meet yours, “I agree with Makio, getting you to believe us sounds like a very interesting challenge,” he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your forehead, “One I am happy to spend the rest of my life on.”
An annual musica festival, an unrequited crush, and the smell of wonderfully cooked food. It’s all background to this wonderfuls tory featuring romance, a sweet troll, and some good food.
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
The Cryptstone Bridge Music Festival was one of your favorite times of the year. You and your band had been going for a while now and every year it just got better and better. This year, you hoped it would be the best yet, considering everything that had happened the previous year.
“It got cold early this year,” you bassist, Tawny said as you were setting up your camp area.
“It’s great right?” You were nearly bouncing in your boots. “It actually feels like spooky season.”
“You mean fall?” Emery, your guitarist, snickered. “Not everythings a meme.”
“It can be christmas season but not spooky season?” You huffed, carrying luggage over to the big tent. “Sounds like big christmas got to you.”
“Big christmas,” Tawny wheezed under her breath.
You looked out across the campground where the other bands and the vendors were setting up. You were looking for one specific food vendor who had saved your life during your first festival.
An arranged marriage has taken the reader to a new land, a new home, and traditions that they must get used to. Saito is a hero to the people, and is looked up to by all those around him. Will the reader be good enough for such a man?
Female Reader x Male Monster
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Your marriage was an arranged one, and it was not a moment you were looking forward to. You had never met your future husband before the ceremony, and during the entire thing you were shaking like a leaf. Your parents had decided on this union almost at the spur of the moment. He was wealthy and came from a good family name, much like you yourself. The only thing that set him apart was the fact he was an accomplished warrior and had become a hero to Shimokobe. Your parents wanted nothing more than to be attached to that legacy.
The ceremony was terrifying for you, even though you were wearing the most beautiful dress that money could buy. Everything about the ceremony was exactly how you dreamed it as a child. Everything, except the groom. Saito was a massive and powerful man, you had always pictured yourself with someone who was an artist or writer. You were always so small in size, you had imagined yourself with someone elegant and thin. Saito was an orc, but even still, he looked to be the biggest out of his whole family.
If there was one thing about Saito that started to endear him towards you, it was that he would not touch you until you were ready. Your wedding night ended with both of you sleeping in separate rooms, which for the time was a relief. Once you moved into his home though, the worry that you’d not consummated your union crept in with every breath.
We travel back in time to when Miror was under turmoil. the land is ruled by the heavy hand of the queen, and the rightful her to the throne has gone missing and is presumed dead.
Female Main Character x Male Monsters (both cis, poly)
Like most good fairy tales, this one begins because my father married an absolute bitch. My father was a king, you see, and since his only child was me, a girl, he was expected to marry in hopes of providing the kingdom of Miror with an heir. An heir, you see, must have a dick. If the heir does not have a dick, then people lose their minds. Hence, why my father had to marry again, because as long as I existed alone, people lost their minds.
On paper, Pleasance seemed well, pleasant. Well bred, well educated, well endowed, what more could my father want? Well, my father wanted my mother. Unfortunately, though, my mother died after a prolonged illness. So when Pleasance was presented to my father as an option, he chose her.
The wedding was elaborate, Pleasence’s specifications were as detailed as they were expensive. The entire garden, which my mother so lovingly crafted herself, was replaced entirely with red roses. The castle itself was adorned with more red accoutrements than a freshly used guillotine blade. Pleasance had us paint rooms to suit her tastes, and to top it all off, all guests were required to wear red. The wedding itself looked like a bloody sheet.
This is a very special story, featuring a very unique romantic lead. Inspired by the classic Pink Panther cartoons and a little bit of con artists, we have Mancini, a remarkable jewel thief and charmer.
Female Reader (cis) x Male Monster (trans)
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His voice on the other end of the line was exactly what I needed to hear. I’d just quit my dream job and had been sitting in my own filth for a week. The phone rang to some strange number, and I almost cried when he spoke those magic words to me.
“I need your help.”
I hadn’t seen him in years, not since I wanted to take fashion seriously. We’d parted amicably but I still felt tension whenever I thought about him and what he could possibly be doing. Now, as I waited for him that crowded little cafe, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he had in store for me.
“Can I take your order?”
The waiter approached just as my phone chimed with a message. “I’m still waiting for my friend to show up. I will take some more water though.”
It’s another long story this week! When you go to your new job, you make a faux pas that lands you in some hot water. Your new boss has a way about him, and he’s tough as nails. He’s learned to put on a tough outer shell to deter assumptions based on his appearance. but for some reason, he really doesn’t like you.
A few weeks ago the higher ups at your company told you that they were going to be sending you to a new branch to work alongside the newly hired manager until everything got settled. The two of you were to be equals on everything, but the new manager would ultimately have final say on most things. You had been doing this a lot while the company expanded. You had been trying to pack up your apartment so you could finally move, but all the hopping around hindered your progress.
Walking in on that first day, there was a big ‘out of order’ sign on the elevator.
“Oh god,” you grumbled under your breath. “Alright, sure. Why not?”
You went to the stairwell, trying to convince yourself that five floors worth of stairs was nothing. Unfortunately, the third floor proved to be a bit of a strain. Once you reached the top, you stopped at the door to rest and catch your breath so you didn’t appear to be a mess when you met with the manager.
That’s when you remembered your boss had given you a warning about this manager. “We managed to snag him from one of our competitors. Mr. Goodbody is tough as nails, that’s why we sent him to this branch. He’s not to be underestimated.”
You weren’t too sure what that was supposed to mean, you had always worked well with your managers. Once you were cooled off, you walked into the main office. Things were still getting set up, but you could see the beginnings of a very nice office. This was supposed to be a place for graphic designers and artists, so you weren’t surprised with the layout, but it was different from others you had seen. Some employees had been sent here to start operations, one of your first jobs was to start hiring with Mr. Goodbody.
A long time ago, the theatre was flourishing and full of grandeur. Slowly it began to decay, and the spirit that haunted the theatre was thought to have vanished. But now, new renovations have taken hold of the theatre, and new talents have also began to blossom within the walls. Justlikebefore. (It’s a long story this week too)
Female Main Character (cis) x Male Monster (cis) x Male Monsters (nb)
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The theatre was being renovated and the owner was going to use my father’s artwork. The owner’s wife wanted my father to create statues that would greet guests as they came inside. Her one stipulation was that he use pieces of an old carving that used to hang in the theatre to make them.
My father made three statues for the garden before the entrance. One to stand in the small garden before the stairs, and two more who would flank the stairs. They represented the greatest attributes of the theatre; dancing, music, and acting. My father was skilled and talented, but back when he was first approached, he was up and coming in his craft. His friendship with the owner got him the job, and that made him nervous.
My father told me stories of the theatre when he first arrived. Performers still came to the theatre despite the renovations. My father would study the performers to catch the essence of the theatre. Rumor had it that the stage was good luck to performers, so my father filled pages upon pages with sketches. All used to inspire his statues.
It was there that my father found his muse, a beautiful and fiery dancer who refused to let anything get in her way. Marlena was known for being a temperamental woman, but that didn’t put any fear into my father. He fell in love with her, and would create many works inspired by her passion and fury. One such work was me.
I was born as construction on the statues began. My father began work on the dancing one first, since my mother couldn’t dance after my birth. My first memory is of his hands, though gentle they were rough and covered in dust. He would hold me and show me how the marble would become something more.
This story is told from the point of view of Alban. His bar sees lots of people come and go, but the only one he seems to pay any mind of is you.
Male Monster/Main Character x Female Woman (both cis)
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I’ve noticed one of the regular patrons has taken a shining to Silke and it’s not one I would recommend polishing. He’s a rough type, and not in the usual orcish way that is accepted. I don’t like the way he looks at her, nor the way he sneers at his friends when she walks away from the table. I’ve told Silke to stop being so nice, not everyone understands that it is just hospitality, but she would always appear with that smile again and that charm she refused to turn off for anyone.
“If you want to stop serving that table, all you have to do is ask and I’ll have one of the elf girls run it,” I told her.
Silke looked up at me with those soft eyes of hers suddenly going sharp. “I’m fine with it, Alban,” you huffed. “Stop worrying so much, I told you I can handle myself.”
“A short, soft thing like you is like cake in these parts, I told you that when we first met,” I grouched back. The two of us have been like this since I hired her, but I always need hard workers in my tavern, and Silke worked just as hard as me most days. “I keep you around for a reason, Softy, I don’t want you getting scared off.”
A new chapter into the history of Miror, and an extra long chapter at that! All sorts of special people live within this world, but none so special as Lutwidge, the powerful keeper of Miror’s Emotion Catalog.
Several years ago, I had been hired for a very special job which would put all my expertise and training to the test. This was something I was extremely excited for. It was a dream come true, especially considering all the others who could have been chosen. I was one of the elite, a white rabbit who was born to raise out of her class and station. I was known as a platinum rabbit, born to do things within the world no one else could. Some platinum rabbits took care of time, others took care of space. There were those lucky enough to be the keepers of thought. All of these were connected to the Sacred Archive and its workings within Miror. The job I was assigned was part of the Emotions Catalog. Compared to the others, this was much newer, much more experimental.
Back when I was first assigned, I could not have been more pleased. I had a chance to help create something special and unique for all of Miror. My special talents would be put towards good use! But then I met my boss. Lutwidge Von Peplum Leonidovich, a man of great skill, intelligence, as well as a large appetite. He had many fingers in many pies I came to find out, not just because he had six hands either. Lutwidge’s appetite stemmed from a great greed, one for money mostly. He had been placed in charge of the Emotions Catalog and found there was a great demand for the product.
To put it bluntly and get to the point: my job was not what I expected.
The mornings are my favorite time of day. I wake up early just so I can enjoy them. Over the last few years, I have carved out a path which I follow every day. Rabbits are creatures of habit, often performing the same routine and rituals day in and day out. Even if I am a platinum, I still enjoy my habits. Before I have to go to work each day, I go through my mornings in precisely the same fashion.
Although some mornings are interrupted. There are those days where I wake with Lutwidge passed out in my room. Mostly he’s on the floor, but sometimes I do find him at the foot of my bed, in my closet, and once he had somehow gotten himself stuck under my bed.
Bear returns in a story just as steamy as the last. She owes Moth some money, and she’s willing to pay it back in a various manner of ways. Join Bear as she enjoys her time off.
I’ve always been a troublemaker, no way of getting around that. As a kid I would pick fights for seemingly no reason except I enjoyed the chaos of it. As I got older and mixed sex into it, I really became too much for my family to handle. After being kicked out, as they thought it would set me straight, I found my true calling in life with mercenary work. I also found a place that felt more like home than with my family. That place was the Granmouth Pub.
Now, don’t think I learned any lessons or anything, at the rotten core of my being I was an incorrigible troublemaker. I caused chaos and drama at the Granmouth just as much as anywhere in the world I went. The only difference was, at Granmouth I had a friend who understood me and allowed me to pay off my debts. Moth, in a strange way, was my guardian angel. Back when we first met he was stressed and anxious over some debt he owed opening up the bar. I offered my services to help him pay, and from there a beautiful friendship formed. From there, Moth willingly put up with me. Sometimes he even put up with me gladly.
Moth was nicknamed for the large birthmark on his face. The way it was shaped, covering his eyes and down his cheeks, it looked like a moth, even the splotches formed a pattern similar to the moths that hung around the torches at night. He was big though, so no one really messed with him about it. But underneath it all, Moth was a sweet guy. But I learned that you never pressed his buttons, or you’d really see what he was capable of.
Once the rain stopped, you were able to move ahead. In a way, the heavy rains actually made it easier for you to traverse deeper into the mountains. It helped clear out paths so they were easy to see. There had also been a rockslide which, in a shocking turn, revealed an opening to a cave that, once explored, turned out to be a sheltered path to the other side of the mountain.
“It could still be dangerous. You and I will take the lead through the passage just in case. We’ll be sure to put the women and children at the back with a couple of guards just in case.”
Rhazien snorted.
You sighed and prepared for a fight. “Oh? Is there something funny about that idea? Or do you think you can handle the head of the line all on your own?”
Rhazien’s tongue darted out between his lips as his smirk grew. “Nothing of the like, I just find it funny you think our women need any guards to protect them.” He licked along his tusk, a move that had come to be an erotic gesture in your eyes.
You clicked your tongue and turned towards the cave. “I would feel better with two guards at the rear. Does that make it better? We don’t need all our best fighters at the start.”
Rhazien plopped his hand on the very top of your head. “If you want to hold my hand, princess, just say so.”
Shoving his hand off you grumbled under your breath. “You and I will take the lead through the passage. Got that?”
Rhazien Continues. The two tribes hold a tentative alliance as they cross a treacherous mountain. Rhazien and our reader keep moving ever closer despite how much animosity they try to hold on to.
The growl of thunder woke you from an already tentative sleep. The rain had been threatening all day, and now, it was pattering away. You waited for a flash of lightning, and you would count down the seconds until thunder came snarling behind it. Once you knew how far away the storm was, you began plotting what to do come morning. You and your people had been moving further into the mountains since the arrival of Demir was announced. You figured that hiding near Grattertock would protect you, as you and your people refused to bow to this centaur warlord.
Stepping out of your tent, you saw that the early morning was hidden behind layers of gray. The rain was falling, picking up speed with each second. That’s when you saw him emerge from his own tent, bending over to rise and stand in the dirt before you. Your stomach clenched and you stared hard at him through the rain.
Rhazien and his clan had joined along with yours. It was a cautious truce the two of you held, but it was one made out of concern. Your people were not used to the rugged mountain terrain, and Rhazien’s clan had split over the decision to run from Demir. With their numbers dwindled, they had no choice but to accept help from you and the other elves in keeping their freedom.
