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dodo-begone · 3 years

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It's Tough to be Mortal

Pairing: God!Reader x Hermitcraft

Request: DODO MY BELOVED DO YOU REMEMBER THE CONVO WE HAD ABOUT GOD READER. WOULD YOU BE COOL WRITING THAT BESTIE?

Word count: 4k

Grian was standing in front of his mansion, debating on what needed revamping. Sure it was already enormous but there was something missing about it. It’s been bothering him for ages. An answer that always seemed to appear was something others would call outlandish. Something more than unnecessary.

His mansion needed to be taller.

Did his mansion already tower over the rainforest that lay before of it? Yes. Did it also go pretty far below ground level? Also yes. A grand mansion like this must have something to separate it from the surrounding area. The moat-like feature couldn’t be small either. No, that’d be an injustice to the mansion. What he needed was something to-scale for it. Though it’d be nice if his nether portals would actually fit in the little arches he dug out…

“Hey Grian!” a voice suddenly appeared. It’s unexpected entrance made it seem like a bellow and it was absolutely terrifying to hear.

Grian shrieked, jumping around to see who disturbed him from his thoughts. There, behind him, was little ole you. If he weren’t so spooked, he would’ve found your expression rather hilarious.

Your face was a gorgeous combination of joy with a hint of confusion. The expression was similar to one Grian wore often. He mostly wore it when he was found pranking the other hermits. Although you did many pranks alongside him, it didn’t seem like you were trying to pull on now. “Seem” being the key word. Appearances can be deceiving after all.

“Why hello there,” Grian was grateful for your sudden appearance. Another set of eyes to help decide what was missing. It was like the gods just knew of his plight. “Why’d you come visit?”

“Oh I just wanted to chit-chat,” You reply, your eyes wandering to Grian’s most recent muse. “But you seem somewhat busy at the moment. I’ll come by another time.”

“Wait,” Grian still desperately needed an outsider’s opinion. “We can talk right now. I’m just trying to figure out what my mansion is missing.”

“Are you sure,” you prod. Talking to Grian after you interrupted him felt wrong. He was obviously busy and you disturbed him more than you should’ve. The creative process could be rather elusive once you have it, easily escaping the moment you stop thinking of it.

“Positive.”

“Well, if you insist,” you give in rather easily. How you craved interaction. And it was so readily available here as well. “I mostly came over to thank you.”

“Thank me for what,” Grian was beyond confused. First off you could be thankful for anything. Second off you didn’t need to thank him for anything. Third off he can’t think of anything he’d done for you that you hadn’t thank him for already. “You don’t have to thank me for anything, you know. Everything was a pleasure to do.”

“But i still feel like making you aware,” you reply so nonchalantly to him. In a way it seemed like you didn’t care what he had to say in reply. He knew you did care, you’ve shown you cared in the past. But now it seems to be the opposite. It must’ve been like one of those cases where you don’t listen to a friend when you help them because they think they’re a problem. That’s what it feels like anyways.

“You and the hermits made me realize so many things about life I had either long forgotten or never realized,” your words were spoken in such a soft manner, like you were dreamily reliving whatever you were referring to.

“Again, it wasn’t a problem at all,” Grian reiterated himself. He didn’t want to seem rude but at the same time it honestly wasn’t something that bothered or irked him. Although he may not have realized he was helping you with that, it was nice to know you felt great about your interactions together.

You looked like you were far from finished talking though. So Grian decided to listen to your words. Maybe look at what needed fixing with his mansion. No, that’d be rather rude.

“With our interactions together,” you were restarting whatever you were saying. Oh boy. “the small joys of life have been revealed to me. For example, I never knew those loud boxes of yours had any significance besides just making a loud noise. Well they are made to make noise, but I was unaware of the significance besides that. Now, through you, I have found the sounds rather joyful. I never knew you could trap music in a box until now.”

Grian had been beyond confused with your description. It felt odd and awkward. He only figured out what you meant when you said “music in a box”. Either you meant a music box or a jukebox. Everyone knew what a music box was; everyone had interacted with one in their lifetime whether they remembered it or not. Jukeboxes were also a well known item. Your experience with them felt odd to hear. Very alien. Who doesn’t know what a juke box is?

“Oh don’t even get me started on those little slimy critters,” you excitement seemed to grow exponentially. If he weren’t there to see it, he would have a hard time picturing what that description would entail. “The slimy ones are slugs, right? I think they’re slugs. Not those square ones, no i know those are Slimes. But the cylindrical ones, i think that’s what you call that shape, that most people find rather unpleasant. They live in gardens. Yes, those. I never got to experience them up close until recently. Also the little slugs with shells.” You pause, a look of deep concentration covers your face. A few times you try to restart your description with the name but come up empty.

The pause is long enough to give away that you most likely didn’t remember the name of what you described at all. It was rather cute because you were so deep in thought about it. You looked around too, like anything could give you a clue as to your mystery animal.

“Do you mean snail,” Grian prompted. He was giving you a stick to latch onto. Watching you flail for an answer any longer would be cruel.

“Yes,” you reply gleefully,” those things. Snails and slugs are so sweet. I can’t believe people can dislike them so much. They regard them as pests but they’re just little wonders. It’s so hard to see why people dislike them. Is it because they’re slimy, like blood?”

That description felt like a record scratching or stopping; it felt like the mood got changed completely. “Excuse me,” Grian laughed nervously. He simply must’ve misheard. “Could you repeat that?”

“I absolutely can- wait, which part do you need,” your confusion was rather evident. Did you really have no clue where the problem lay?

“The snail and slug part. Where you were wondering why people didn’t like them. What was the reasoning you gave?”

“Oh that! I said, ‘is it because they’re slimy, like blood’” You reply so helpfully. A child-like glee seemed to emanate from you.

“I don’t think that’s exactly why people dislike them,” Grian began. He didn’t know how to bring it up to you that your description wasn’t wrong but also wasn’t right. “Some people dislike them because they eat, destroy or kill their plants. Or they have a plethora of them where they’re unwanted.”

“Oh,” somehow his answer saddened you. “So they treat them like unwanted kittens?”

Again, you weren’t wrong nor were you exactly right. It just didn’t exactly sit right with him. Because yes, they could be treated like unwanted kittens.

“Sure,” It was simpler to just go along with it. After all, the general idea wasn’t wrong. Anything unwanted was a pest in someone’s eyes and therefore treated like one.

“Oh the poor things,” you start to tear up. “Why do people treat them like that?” You’re tearing up over snails and slugs? This is going to be a long explanation as to why they’re treated so horribly. He really didn’t want to have to break your heart further over the slugs and snails, but your pained yet curious eyes just begged for more information. It was going to be a long day.

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The clicking of redstone echoed around the cavern. After a long chain of clicks, lights flickered and moved. It was like the sun, although the appearance was shoddy and limited considering what it was made of.

It’s creation was for one purpose; to replicate the sun but underground. A quirky clock. Very large and eye catching. Much more eye catching than a regular clock anyways. The ceiling was partially ripped out, revealing the dazzling rays of sunlight that peaked over the horizon.

Zedaph, the creator of this magnificent creation, stood below it. Both looking at it in awe and scrupulously. He was only at the beginning stages but this played a key part in showing the progress. Was he actually doing everything right? It already moved once but it did that last time. Oh it’s getting close to changing now, or should be. “Zedaph,” you flung yourself at him, hanging onto him as you two went down. Although not the most pleasant entrance, it was rather endearing. “Oh sorry about that! Looks like I got a wee bit over excited.”

“It’s alright,” you two got off the ground, you much more gracefully than him. “It didn’t hurt too much.”

“Oh my gosh I hurt you,” you frantically search Zedaph over, looking for any sign of damage you might have caused. “Oh i am so so sorry I didn’t mean for any of that to happen I just-” “I said it’s alright,” Zedaph reiterates, gently pushing you away. “I’m perfectly fine. See?” He even does a little twirl for you.

You don’t seem convinced, not in the slightest. But your second attempt to search him gets declined and you’re forced to believe him. At least somewhat.

“So what brings you around here,” Zedaph inquires. “I know my indoor sun-clock system is pretty awesome, but it’s far from complete. And there isn’t really anything else in the cave of contraptions either.”

“I’m well aware of that,” your reply is odd, but easily overlooked. All of the other hermits have their quirks, after all. This is no different. “But I came over for other reasons.”

“Other reasons?” “Well not reasons,” you correct yourself. “What I actually mean is reason. I don’t know why I said reasons. Why did I say- anyways I just wanted to talk with you.”

“Some good ole talking with me,” Zedaph had to clear any doubt, even though there really shouldn’t have been any. “Well I’m quite honored to have you over to talk. What did you want to talk about?”

“Oh I simply wanted to discuss the differences between Hermitcraft and other servers. I knew Hermitcraft was different but I couldn’t put a finger on what it was. That was until recently. That “eureka” moment hit me and I just had to share with someone.” Your self satisfaction was undeniable and honestly somewhat charming in the way you were so pleased and proud by your actions.

“How so,” Zedaph inquires. He wants to listen to you, he really does. But redstone is just calling his name and how can he deny it. So he starts to fiddle with some redstone. Find a way to do the decline of the sun for his clock. He could easily listen to what you were saying and figure this out, right? It couldn’t be that hard.

“So I noticed how everything is so nice and peaceful here,” you remark, slowly following him. “It’s like one of those fairytales you share to your children. So absolutely perfect. Then there are others where chaos reigns like there’s no god but itself. You know what I’m saying.”

“Uh-huh,” Zedaph mindlessly agrees with whatever you just said. “Fairytales are like that.”

“Excellent,” you quietly cheer in joy at his supposed “understanding”. “So anyways this place is so much less malevolently chaotic and more playfully chaotic. And I recently realized something. Something that you guys don’t do that many other servers do. Are you aware of what that is?”

“Yea sure,” Zedaph started to fiddle around with the placement of droppers and redstone. “Go right on ahead.”

“Okay! So what you guys don’t do is something many other servers do- oh I just mentioned that. But anyways! There’s so little violence, it’s truly wonderful, don’t get me wrong. I must inquire though, do you expect there to be any violence? Anytime soon for that matter?”

Zedaph gives a simple “no” before his mind and hands are back onto the redstone before him.

“Well that’s great yet terrible,” you sigh in disappointment. “A true tragedy. Guess I need to go to another server again.”

Those words caught Zedaph’s attention rather quickly. He’d only half listened before but you now had his entire attention.

His mouth spoke faster than he could think. “Why would you go somewhere else? Especially for violence?”

He turns to you and is greeted with your confusion. Perplexion shows itself well on your face, accentuated by a small head tilt. It was a silent way of asking “are you really asking this” or a simple curiosity. Either or really. Yet this didn’t clear his confusion at all. If anything, it made everything just that more muddled. Why are you acting like he should know the answer?

“No I genuinely don’t understand. Can you please explain?” Zedaph hoped you could actually clear his confusion rather than make it worse. You had to. After all, people usually start to clear up what they said after you ask at least once or twice.

“Well you guys have no violence,” You reply so matter of factly. This still doesn’t help. Zedaph’s mild fear and confusion must’ve been evident as you continued with your explanation. “It’s rather simple really. I feed off of violence, in a crude description of it. And I could spark some conflict here rather easily, get my fill without having to leave. But I like you guys too much to just make you suffer so. That’s why I asked. Because if I did it, the conflict would be so much worse than what you guys would create.”

Zedaph was baffled and stumped. Okay that made sense yet didn’t all at the same time. Like yeah some people thrive off of drama, so violence could be similar-ish. He was just making excuses at this point. He really didn’t understand any of that.

“And you guys rarely make sacrifices as well,” you muse, not taking into account that you lost Zedaph literally ages ago.

“Excuse me did you say “sacrifices” because I must’ve heard wrong. Nobody really makes sacrifices in this day and age.” Zedaph was getting more unnerved with each new thing you mention. It’s like the more you talk, the worse everything gets.

“Yeah I said sacrifices. Gosh you’re so silly,” you giggle at his “ignorance”. “People still make sacrifices! You just aren’t in the right crowd when it happens, that’s all.”

“Okay and uuh,” his confusion blurs everything ever more. How could he nicely and politely state this? Is there a nice way to state or ask what in God’s name was going on? “What do they sacrifice, exactly?”

“You know, the usual things,” another answered in a manner that just screamed “you should know this man”. Like a teenager with their fads. “Like items and that jazz. Things that are deemed “important” or whatever. You know, the usual sacrifice stuff.”

“No, I have no clue why,” his irritation was becoming very apparent. “That’s why I was asking.”

“Oh well I’m no good at explaining this type of stuff,” you mutter, going deep into your thoughts. “You know what? I should get going. I don’t want to bother you much more.”

Zedaph sees you walk out a door and tries to stop you, yet you’re gone before he knows it. You just magically poof away the moment you’re out of sight. Wow you are just so darn fast. The awkward energy became too much? Or was it the explanation that chased you away? Did he pressure you too much?

Questions ran rampant in his mind after your interaction. He wanted answers for them, but he’d have to wait until he saw you again to ask.

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Many other odd events go on across the server. Each having one thing in common: you. You were in every interaction where something odd was mentioned or happened. After stories were traded about your interaction with each of them, it finally became too much to ignore. Yes, all of them had little quirks or be quirky in general, but this was excessive. Maybe it was just the style you did things, but they needed confirmation.

So they called together a meeting. One where everyone could hear what you had been up to and these anomalous events.

Around their little circle they went, each recounting your actions and the events that happened afterwards. With each person you became more peculiar, more of a figure to be gawked at. There were so many things and all so incredible.

Doc recounted how you were helping him with his redstone and in turn trying to learn the redstone Doc was doing. It was supposed to be a day-long-ish lesson for you two. Everything had gone well, quite normal, in fact.

You were rather studious, watching his actions slowly and taking all he did into memory. A few questions were brought up, which was also a normal thing. Redstone was a rather confusing subject. But then an odd question came out of practically nowhere. Nothing prompted it, as far as Doc was aware. Well, one thing could’ve but even then it was farfetched.

He had mentioned how he was a block or two short on what he needed. A block that’d fit the color scheme of the farm he had been working on. And you simply asked if he needed a block because you had one on you. He replied with a simple yes and that should’ve been the end of the interaction, besides the transition of said item.

Dropped into his unsuspecting hands was a block of bedrock. It was black and grey. Something that went with what he was building with. So he placed it down without much of a second thought. But when he tried to move it later on, he realized what had happened. Though how it all exactly happened was a mystery. How could you have gotten some bedrock?

When everybody at the meeting had shared what was going on, it was clear. Clear but not clear. It was like you had some powers. Admin powers, to be exact. But you weren’t an admin. Far from it. You had only recently joined the server. So that begged the question; how did you obtain those items and why were you reacting the way you were?

Your actions seemed to hold little to no regard for those you found “unimportant” but hyperfocused on those you did. Aloof was another way to describe your demeanor. An aloof person that held a regal air around them. Like nothing could touch them.

Their chatter was growing in volume the longer they were together. Arguing ensued over what could be going on. Was some mythical force at work? Were you some type of hybrid? A hybrid with powers they were unaware of? Were you a hacker? The possibilities were nearly endless but one thing was certain; you were not a normal hermit.

A loud cough broke through the cacophony of voices, effectively silencing them. Confusion soon took hold of the group. Wait, everyone was here though. And nobody in the circle did it. Right? It didn’t sound like any of them, at least. Another cough was released and almost every head in that circle whipped toward the direction the cough originated from. Their answer stood behind them, at the entrance.

You stood there, a confused look adorned your face along with a little head tilt. Why were you here? Did anybody invite you? They didn’t remember inviting you. At least the majority of them didn’t.

Scar quickly got out of his chair, walking over for a hug and some greetings. He thanked you for coming and gave you the unfortunate news that the meeting was coming to a close. Man he really told you the wrong time, huh? That was his bad.

You simper, shifting your view over to the remaining hermits. Grin widening, you give them a squinted smile and a little hand wave.

It was obvious now, didn’t need to be said. But it seemed Scar had invited you along as well. They really should have specified who needed to come to the meeting instead of “everyone” because- well this could work in their favor.

“So what’d I miss,” you ask, making your way over the hermits with Scar by your side. “Scar didn’t exactly tell me what this was all about. But he didn’t know either. Did you all miss some information when you were inviting people?”

They look between each other, trying to find someone with the courage to break the question to you. One of them had to do it, but which one of them would?

Finally a brave soul spoke up. It was their admin, Xisuma. Grateful couldn’t even describe how they felt when he started to talk to you.

“We’ve actually been meaning to ask you something,” Xisuma speaks in a measured and steady tone. One that gave away no weakness he might’ve been experiencing. Like anxiety or how awkward it was to even ask someone something about themselves. Something that would, in usual cases, be seen as an insult or something akin to that. A negative thing.

“Oh,” you play his game, humoring him and going along with the unspoken script. “What do you want to know?”

“It’s actually quite simple really,” Xisuma starts, but soon pauses again. A few false starts later and he’s back on his feet, metaphorically anyways. “This is going to sound very odd and quite possibly rude. But are you, um, are you a god, by chance?”

Silence came to suffocate the room after his question came out into the open. The air was tense with anxiety.

“Oh yea that,” you giggle. “Yea I am. So what?”

“I’m sorry, but did you say “so what”?” Xisuma wanted clarification because there was no way you just answered with that. “So what”? That was definitely an unexpected answer. Honestly they weren’t expecting too much or too much. It was hard to tell.

“Yes I did,” you speak your words slowly and methodically, checking the reactions of everyone in the room. Like a switch your words flow from a molasses like pace to water. “Look I’d absolutely love to get into this and talk with you all about this in depth, but it really isn’t a good idea. I haven’t had the best experiences with explaining this type of stuff with… well with beings like you.”

Everyone was giving each other looks, silently asking each other “is this really going on” or “Excuse me, what now”. Silence settles over the group again. You leave them some time to ponder over the news, but not enough for it to cause any trouble. At least that’s what you think.

You clap your hands and it echoes around the room, once again catching everyone’s attention. “Look like I said, I’d love to explain this all to you. This isn’t the best time though. So why don’t we just chill out? Talk to each other like the friends we are! You guys have cookies, right? Scar said you guys would have cookies.”

#hermitcraft shipping #hermit shipping #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #grian x reader #xisuma x reader #zedaph x reader #doc x reader #grian hermitcraft #xisuma hermitcraft #zedaph hermitcraft #doc hermitcraft #c: grian #c: xisuma #c: zedaph #c: doc #dodo writing

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mccnyoongi · 5 years

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fic teaser ⇢ buttercup

⇢ pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

⇢ genre: smut + slight angst

⇢ au: college!au, fwb!au, stoner!yoongi, asshole!yoongi, fwb to lovers trope

⇢ expected word count: ~10k

⇢ warnings: smut, kind of a slowburn, recreational use of drugs & alcohol, dirty talk, degradation, ridiculously excessive use of pet names, fingering, lots of casual sex talk, reader and jimin are slutty besties, dom!Yoongi, cursing, unprotected sex, semi-public and public stuff, slight dumbification (whoops), hair pulling, breathplay, reader has a thing for Yoongi’s hands because who doesn’t, reader and yoongi are both sarcastic and oblivious, etc.

⇢ official release date: september 4th 2019, 10:45 pm est !!

⇢ synopsis: Min Yoongi wears leather jackets, fucks you like he hates you, spends most of his days on the wrong side of a blunt, and calls you the sweetest names when no one else is around. And you definitely aren’t falling in love with him.

⇢ author’s note: here’s the teaser for my first fic !! thank u for all the love from posting my first drabble to the announcement of this fic <3 im super excited abt this and all the future pieces ive been planning

If there was a magic lantern hidden somewhere on the campus of this university, you’d find it and your first wish would be to make it so that no one found out about this whole illicit affair you’ve been having with Min Yoongi. The secrecy was fun, sexy like you guys had a whole Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing going on. Or something. Your second wish would be to make his dick vibrate.

But then he just had to go and go down on you in a bathroom during a party at the Beta Tau Rho house, not even a month into the fall semester, knowing you wouldn’t be able to be quiet or subtle at all. And he was so smug about it too, the fucker.

You can still feel the embarrassment buzzing under the surface of your cheeks from when you walked out that bathroom door and a dozen frat boys and mutual friends of yours and Yoongi’s were out there, waiting for the two of you to emerge and giving you a round of applause when you did. Yoongi had just laughed and rolled his eyes before leading you to the kitchen to get the pair of you some drinks. He’s always been particularly good at brushing that shit off of his shoulder. You aren’t, but you’re pretty good at pretending.

Maybe you should have ended it all that night. Of course, you didn’t. You figured, hey, you’re young and in school so fuck making good decisions. Of course, the fact that no other guy has ever been able to dick you down nearly as well as Min Yoongi can is probably a huge contributing factor.

Sure he might be grumpy, and sarcastic, and he tries way too hard to look cool and nonchalant, but he’s also the first guy to ever make you squirt. And you’re pretty sure that the way he waxes poetic about your pussy would make even Shakespeare swoon. So maybe the pros outweigh the cons, but only just.

“I can’t believe you’ve been getting Yoongi dick for almost three full months and haven’t divulged every single detail and vein to me, you cold, uncaring bitch-” Jimin’s voice is far too loud for the student-run coffee shop the two of you regulared every Sunday; a tradition that Jimin always insisted upon. He loves his traditions almost as much as he loves destroying any personal boundaries between the two of you.

“Keep going Park, see if I ever buy your coffee again.”

“Don’t change the subject,” You can’t say you’re surprised that Jimin is reacting like this. Self-proclaimed ‘disaster bisexual,’ Jimin was one of the very first friends you made back when you were a shy, barely functioning freshman.

He actually introduced you to all his frat brothers, and a large number of the people you now call your friends. Including Yoongi, whose dick seems to be a reoccurring topic between you and… most people you know. Even if they weren’t at that dumb party, Jungkook made sure that every living being that stepped onto campus was aware of the newly found out fuckbuddies.

“We don’t keep anything from each other, Y/N,” He’s whining over his coffee now, full lips perched in that pretty pout that he regularly uses to his advantage. “I even told you about that time I puked on Namjoon’s dick in our second year!”

“Mmm, and I wish you hadn’t told me, Minnie-” The visual still haunts you, but Jimin has never had any predilections when it came to oversharing, especially not with people who have the misfortune of being his best friends. “‘Sides, I didn’t figure it was important, the whole Yoongi thing-”

“His dick, you mean.”

“Because it’s not like we’re getting married,” You carefully ignore him, a useful habit you’ve picked up three years into being his friend. “Just sex, remember?”

“So fucking what? You told me how you sucked Jeon’s cock in a movie theatre less than twelve hours after it happened-” You take a large gulp of your own iced coffee to busy yourself when the shameful memory is brought up. Not shameful because of the promiscuity of the act, no you’re an adult, thank you very much, but rather because of the boy you performed them on. Jeon Jungkook is now more of an annoying younger brother to you than anything. Not to mention he’s got a giant mouth that couldn’t keep a secret even if it killed him.

“Jesus you could’ve picked any other example-” You groan out as Jimin smirked, receiving the exact reaction from you he wanted. You think you’d have learned by now. “I’m sorry, okay? You big baby.”

“Hey, you’re on thin ice,” He points an accusatory finger at you and you have to fight the urge to smack it out of your face. “Now you have to make it up to me.”

You sigh- Jimin can really be exhausting when you’re only half a medium coffee in. “And how do you expect me to do that, Park.”

“Dick details, fucking obviously,” He says it like you’re a moron for even asking. And maybe you are. “Well details in general, I guess. You know, the basics; length, girth, does he make you call him daddy, is he good- I mean he must be un-fucking-real if you’ve been bouncing on it for three goddamn months, you whore.”

“I’m not giving you measurements, Jimin, I’ve yet to take a tape measure to it- and stop assuming everyone has a daddy kink just ‘cause you do.”

“Okay, vanilla bitch. You’re lucky I already know he’s got a monster cock from that time he streaked at that post-mid-term party next year.”

“Then why’d you even ask?”

“To see if you’d tell me the truth. It was a test and you failed.”

“I may be a college student but you’re gonna have to threaten me with a little more than a failing grade to spook me,” You roll your eyes playfully- there’s no real threat in his words, there never is.

“You’re right, I’m sure you’d much rather be punished by Yoongi, huh?”

#bts smut #buttercup #fic teaser #baby writes #yoongi smut #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #bts fic #yoongi fanfic #also sept 3rd may feel kinda long but i dont wanna chuck sth out there that im not happy w <3 #wordcount of the teaser is just over 1k btw

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smutmylifeup · 5 years

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I Want To Play.

Eisuke (KBTBB) x Rose (OC)

Authors Note: Rose is a character I created for a series, I was a part of with @hifftn @whatdoyouexpectthistime @smile-smile-ichthys called MJS Marriage Match Making agency . She is one I feel comfortable writing at the moment although some of her characteristics have changed to fit the circumstances of the KBTBB routes, so she is the MC in this idea. I thought I had a solid idea but since coming up with it and writing about seven different ideas have branched off of it. I may possibly re-write/write alternate characters depending on how well I think I can write it. Anyway, this is the first bit of writing I’ve done in a while, so I hope you all enjoy.

Tagging: @sweet-n-smexy @rockingbrooklyn @elaera23

Rose had been watching the bidders play poker in the penthouse ever since she stumbled across their auctions that “fateful” night.

It had become a tradition for them to play after every auction. Whether it was a successful one or not - well they were always successful as if Ichinomiya would let it be anything less.

She’d never been asked to play however - despite her position, which was basically being forced to be in their world whether she wanted to be or not. She never really gave them much of herself by being part of their shenanigans.

Despite having access to her history - from the success of her parents, friendships/relationships, schools, grades, jobs etc. She never really allowed any of them to have anything other than that. It’d been nearly a year since they bought her and only recently had she told them the story of why she was called Rose instead of her actual name.

Although she wasn’t close to any of them, she got along best with Mamoru and Baba. Ota was the type of person she just couldn’t tolerate but she managed to avoid punching him...too much.

Mr Oh was a lot like her, a closed book. One she wouldn’t mind reading but couldn’t muster up the effort to bring it down off the top shelf and dust it off.

And Ichinomiya was beyond her comprehension of mankind, purely because he was more robot than human.

She was his personal maid. Not that she chose to be, it was decided. And honestly, despite his unreasonably high standards towards punctuality and making the perfect cup of coffee, he was the easiest to deal with because he barely acknowledged her unless completely necessary.

Especially after she proved herself by keeping silent about the secret on-goings at Tres Spades.

And that was mainly due to the threat of her parents hard earned careers being completely destroyed. For a while, that lingered in the back of her mind as she watched the depravity of the black market auctions grow and profit.

Unfortunately for Rose, she’d come to learn they weren’t total scumbags. Even King Asshole himself. Although, she was still on the fence about him though, he reminded her of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.

One day, he’ll announce he’d got to return some video tapes.

In front of Ichinomiya’s guests at VIP parties, Rose played the role of his girlfriend/lady friend a lot. One of the ‘perks’ of her role as Tres Spades Penthouse maid.

She’d been dolled up in fancy clothes, her hair and makeup professionally done and forced to attend one of said VIP parties and then the auction after. It wasn’t often the bidders attended in person, they usually watched from the TV in the comfort of the penthouse but they had to oversee certain items up for sale.

Rose didn’t focus too much on that, the less she knew the better. It wasn’t her first time attending one...or even being part of one. Something she wished she’d never have to go through again.

It was business as usual for the Auction Sponsors, their profit growing ridiculously since the last one and when it finished, the regular game of Poker was started in the penthouse after.

Somehow, Rose was still in their presence. Ichinomiya hadn’t requested for her to go home yet and ‘she wasn’t allowed to leave without his permission.’ So she sat back into the luxurious sofa and watched and listened intently.

She figured out Mamoru, Baba, Ota and even Mr. Oh’s tells fairly easily. But she was still trying to find Ichinomiya’s. He gave nothing away physically, his face never changed, he didn’t twitch or flinch.

As expected of a robot.

For a moment, Rose closed her eyes disgusted by the fact she had been staring at her boss and captor for such a long time. It wasn’t like he was bad to look at, but she would NEVER allow him the satisfaction of knowing that she found him attractive. The palpable sexual tension on her end was bad enough to deal with when his arm was draped around her waist earlier that evening at the VIP party.

She had to remind herself of who he was, how she came to be in that position and that his physical body was the outer layer of all his robotic parts so he could climb his way up to the top of the business ladder. And that his touch was just him conforming to the standards set by society of how a couple should look and act together.

There was nothing more.

Internally shaking her head leaving her final thought on the subject ‘I should get laid’, she tuned out of the background fog of her mind and back into the room as the familiar flamboyant and dramatically whiny voice of Baba filled her brain and her eyes naturally opened and focused on where the voices were coming from.

“Boss always wins, it’s so unfair.”

“Why d’ya play if ya just gonna complain every time ya lose?” Mamoru groaned, followed by the sound of ice clinking against his glass as he finished the auburn liquid inside.

“It’s fun hanging out with my besties.” Baba practically sang, his theatrics never ceasing in any situation.

“You’re so gross, old man.” Ota grimaced.

“Have you not learned by now that I always win.” Ichinomiya said.

It wasn’t a question that needed an answer and no one gave one as Mr Oh dealt the cards again.

Everyone looked at their hand and Ota and Mamoru immediately folded. Ichinomiya raised the bet and Mr Oh and Baba matched it.

Rose watched the twitch of Mr Oh’s ears - which she found totally adorable considering his completely sinister expression. Funnily enough, she figured out his tell first. It was hard not to notice something like that on a face that rarely moved. She then looked to Baba, the inside of his left cheek had sunken in slightly, she was surprised his tell wasn’t a wink or a kiss face.

“Shouldn’t you both just fold. Why’d you both raise when you’re aware that I know your tells.” Ichinomiya said.

Then it hit Rose like a frying pan to the face. She knew EXACTLY what his tell was.

“We’ve been playing poker with the boss for years and none of us know his tell, even Sor!” Baba threw his cards into the middle to fold shortly followed by Mr Oh who more delicately placed his cards in front of him face down, agreeing with Baba’s fold.

Ichinomiya revealed his cards and from the reactions he had a royal flush.

Rose smirked, validated by his bluff and the fact she’d worked it out. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to know this information. It’s not like it was particularly useful.

“Why are you smiling to yourself Koro? Did you manage to catch your own tail?”

Her smirk fell from her face, Ota’s voice nothing but a headache to her. But now the other Auction Sponsors were focused on her.

“I want to play.”

Was all she said. Her eyes staring at no one in particular but focused in their general direction.

There was a pause in the air but of course Baba filled it.

“Princess, you continue to amaze me! I never took you as someone who understood poker.”

She wasn’t really sure how to take that, was it compliment or an insult? Well with Baba it was most likely a compliment.

“The kid worked in the casino right? Course she’d have some sort of understandin’.” Mamoru added in her defence.

He wasn’t wrong, Rose had had several shifts in the casino prior to that fateful day but that wasn’t where she learned how to play.

It wasn’t an interesting story, she used to play with the people she travelled with to kill time when they had no money to go sightseeing several years ago. She managed to win 9/10 times when her cards were right, although she never really played for money. They were all students, none of them had any money to play with.

“You have nothing to offer.” Ichinomiya stated.

And that seemed to register on all their faces. Rose didn’t have the kind of money they were betting, nor did she have any possessions that were worth anything.

But she did have one small thing to offer.

“I may not have anything you want,” Rose stood up from the sofa and walked causally towards the table, the diamond coloured dress flowing gracefully with her movement until she was stood next to his chair. “But I know for sure I have something the rest of them wants.”

Rose didn’t really do sexy, but in that moment, the power she felt in her words came out sensually and teasingly. Possibly the most feminine any of the men had seen her be other than her physical appearance.

Baba’s eyes sparkled like a kid in a candy store and Rose was certain she didn’t want to know what he was picturing in his head. While she didn’t linger on his wandering gaze, she knew she had their attention.

“Spit it out, Koro.” Ota whinged.

She grinned, again, possibly the first time any of them had seen her act almost natural with them.

“I know, the great Eisuke Ichinomiya’s tell.”

She said smugly waiting for all their ‘like fuck you do’ comments, especially from the man himself.

“I do not have a tell.” He stated.

“Of course you do.” Rose countered.

“How did you notice it from so far away Princess?” Baba asked.

Rose just smiled and tapped her nose, if she said too much she’d reveal her hand before she was able to get an acceptable deal struck.

“I think Koro should play, every puppy needs some fun.” Ota grinned back at her.

And while she really wanted to take off her six inch heel and throw it at him, she refrained. If they all agreed to letting her play, she could have not only a nice wad of cash, she might ruin Ichinomiya’s winning streak.

That was temptation enough.

With no protests from the other bidders, this went in her favour. Ichinomiya nodding his head in acceptance - not quite defeat but more absolute arrogance that a mere maid would be able to beat him.

“Damn, kid. Ya got us all intrigued, but what are the stakes? What d’ya want if you win?” Mamoru enquired, more lively than his usual demeanour.

“If I win, I want all of this,” Rose circled her hand above the money placed in the centre of the table. “And, one of you has to be my maid for a day.”

She wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity like this, the money was great on its own but why not mess with them in the same way they mess with her on a daily basis?

“Fufufuuuuuu, this just got extremely interesting.” Baba smirked, his eyes wide and his mouth almost salivating.

“And if you lose?” Mr Oh asked.

“I share Ichinomiya’s tell and whatever else you want - within reason.”

She wanted to make sure it was abundantly clear that she would not do anything illegal - more so than she was doing by being involved with any of them and that they didn’t take any kind of advantage of her.

“Deal.” Four out of five said in unison

This was going to be either be a blank or a royal flush. However, Rose liked her odds, she was severely underestimated and her tell was just as obscure as Ichinomiya’s which meant it was a battle between the maid and her king.

#kbtbb #kbtbb fanfic #voltage fanfic #voltage writing #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb mamoru #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb ota #kbtbb baba #eisuke ichinomiya #Soryu Oh #Ota Kisaki #mamoru kishi #Mitsunari Baba #kissed by the baddest bidder #voltage kbtbb

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Prompt from @ooobirdy : 148 with any characters you want to write for - “Thanks for helping me back there “

Maria Lewis and John Laurens ( with other peeps but mostly focuses on them )

( I headcanon that Maria and John are besties )

Warnings: some violence and bad editing, expect grammatical errors

John’s breath came in ragged gasps as he ran from the threats behind him. This time, he’d probably stepped over the bounds a little too much this time around.

He had scratches and bruises on his face, knuckles a little worn from slamming them into someone’s stomach, his hair fallen out of his hair tie. He was normally a very light-footed nimble guy for his height and should have lost them by now, but that wasn’t the case today, or rather, tonight.

The street lights weren’t much of help, it just put him in the spotlight, aiding his pursuers in their hunt for revenge. Stupid, why’d you have to have cause so much trouble on Saturday nights.

John Laurens leaped over crates and piles of trash, occasionally spotting a huddle of movement among the mess. Ugh, I wish I could to help them, but I’ll get killed if I do.

He honestly didn’t doubt that thought very much, as he’d ran into this shady gang more than once. Laurens always escaped unscathed, with merely a warning and a threat to never come back. He would be punished severely if he came next time.

The man really didn’t want to know what the punishment was.

The indecipherable shouts from the people giving chase to John gave him the motivation to run even faster, but caught up in his thoughts, did not notice the small figure appearing from his left.

There was a slam! and surprised yelps as everyone crashed together, Samuel Seabury hitting his back and the girl running into his side. What is a lady doing out here on a Saturday night, especially here???

John righted himself up very quickly, dodging a punch from Charles Lee. Whipping his head around to see where the young woman went, he was quite shocked to find she was not there. Instead, the woman in the red, tattered dress was rearing up defensively against John adversaries.

Still woozy from being knocked down by two people he threw a lame punch at Benedict Arnold, who had just kicked him in the shin earlier. Missing by quite a distance, he felt a shoe connect to his chest and rolled over, heaving for a breath as the wind was knocked out of his chest.

Then hell froze over.

The very same girl who smashed into him earlier brandished a knife and curling fist. One could very clearly hear the impact of the fist into bones, earning a very high shriek as Samuel fell over a cardboard box.

She shoved Lee in Arnold, causing them to impact the concrete ground with a resounding thunk!

Seabury had already gotten up to pick a fight with her, and they circled each other warily. Creeping back up again was Charles...

And John leaping on to his back, accidentally driving his knee into his side, but all the better. Lee flailed for moment before Laurens cut off his air and dropped him unconscious on to a plastic chair that had been basically destroyed.

Peering over his shoulder, Benedict had already been knocked out earlier and Samuel was fleeing the scene, probably too cowardly to face them.

Laurens and her stared at each other for a moment, then looked at the ground.

“ Uh, you come here often and save people’s asses all the time or something?” John commented nervously. She smiled wanly at him and opened her mouth to respond.

“ No, I broke up with my ex-boyfriend a few weeks ago and he and his gang have been harassing me since. Also, I live not too far away from here so they intercepted me on the way home.”

“ You don’t have to answer, but what’s your boyfriend - sorry, ex-boyfriend’s - name?”

“ James motherfucking Reynolds. Also it’s fine.”

“ Oh my god, I hate that bastard so much. He ran over my neighbor’s cats and all the animals on the road all the time. I hate him, like can he just appreciate nature and stop being such a bitch? Not only does he kill living, breathing creatures, it’s also bad for other people on the road! Someone could freak out and fall off the road.”

The girl laughed heartily, occasionally running her fingers across her knuckles to smoothen them.

“ Oh wow I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is John Laurens, I’m 19 years old, and I'm obviously an animal activist. And um, if you’re fine with it, I’m bisexual with a preference for boys. Also pronouns are he/him.” For some reason, he felt fairly comfortable talking to the nice stranger.

“ It’s all fine. I mean, we’re all kinda gay if you know what I mean. I’m Maria Lewis, 18 years old, and I like to kick a bad guy’s ass every now and then. Lesbian and pronouns are she/they.”

“ Then why’d you date an asshole like him?”

“ Um, he was the only person to give me attention so I just went with it. Looking back, I cringe at 15 year old me.”

“ Hashtag relatable.”

“ Hahaha, very funny Laurens.”

“ Oh, so we’re on last name terms or something?”

“ I guess we are.”

“ Well, I just have to say, thanks for helping me back there.”

“ It’s not a problem. You, uh, wanna hang out sometime? Go kick some ass or grab a coffee?”

“ Why not both?”

AHHH I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS YESTERDAY but I had an angry/depressive episode so yeah...

Hope you enjoyed reading this and remember to send asks! Today and Friday morning are the last opportunities to send asks ( seriously, don’t be shy ) since I’ll be away for a weekend trip! ( no nsfw and most ships are acceptable )

#hamilton #my art #maria lewis #maria reynolds #john laurens #platonic #hamilton asks #hamilton fanfic #fanfic #charles lee #samuel seabury #benedict arnold #james reynolds

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