#domesticity: the random files

[fangswbenefits]

Consequences

Summary: Miguel’s obsession with you reaches a breaking point, and now he’s left to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 2.5k

18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed and jealous Miguel. Shy/inexperienced sweet reader. Pining. Pillow hump*ng.

Part 1 (if you’re just starting out) - Previous part

Miguel hadn’t managed to get a single second of sleep.

After having heard you mumble that name over and over, he had retreated to the living room, scanning through your file like a madman, hoping he’d find out who this person was.

Tom.

He had Lyla comb through everything, but nothing had come up.

By the time six in the morning rolled around, you exited the room with a long yawn, stretching out your arms, as Miguel sat on his counch, eyeing you intensely.

Still not wearing a bra.

Still in his shirt.

But having mumbled someone else’s name.

Needless to say, this ordeal had effectively killed his boner for good.

It was hard for him to hide his scowl. “Sleep well?”

Your lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Hmm. You?”

Laughable.

He nodded, not wanting his voice to betray his feelings.

“Do you think I can take a shower before I go to the lab?”

“Sure.”

You glared at him, arching an eyebrow. “Is… everything okay?”

“Of course,” he said, clearing his throat. “You have some fresh towels in there.”

“Great!” you chirped happily, disappearing into the bathroom.

Maybe a few hours ago, Miguel O’Hara would have been rock hard from the thought of you being naked with nothing but a door in the way.

But he was having a hard time focusing on anything beyond his blinding jealousy.

Who was Tom? A boyfriend? Family? A pet? Someone random?

Or someone important?

Why didn’t he know about this? Was he overreacting? Maybe there was nothing to be jealous of.

But he was sure of something: he needed answers.

He walked up to the kitchen and brew himself a cup of coffee, needing to deal with the headache that had settled.

Not long after, you emerged from the bathroom, completely soaked in the scent of his body wash, and he nearly gasped at how it completely overtook his senses.

Already in your suit, you quickly dropped by his bedroom to drop off his clothes, and walked right back, bearing a sleepy smile.

“Want something to eat?”

You nodded, sitting on the stool by the counter. “Yes, please. Do you have some fruit?”

He grabbed his cup of coffee and scanned the cupboard. “An apple?”

“Yes!” you beamed.

Miguel offered you one that you immediately brought to your lips, sinking your teeth into the soft surface.

To someone on the outside, this could be considered a moment between a couple who was just getting ready to start the day.

Everything looked very… domestic.

Except, it wasn’t.

Maybe he shouldn’t ask. Would it be too much?

But he had to know. It was eating him alive inside not knowing.

“Who’s Tom?”

Your eyes shot up to meet his and you immediately stopped chewing. “What?”

Miguel tried to appear as casual as possible, but something in your reaction made him regret having asked in the first place.

There was no going back now, so he might as well push for it.

Right?

“I heard you in your sleep,” he went on, taking a sip of his coffee. “You whispered that name.”

Your face had hardened lightly and your gaze dropped to the apple in your hand. “Uh… yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

I didn’t even sleep…

“Is he family or…?”

You swallowed and slid off the stool, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s no big deal. Wait… what time is it?” you said, tapping your watch. “Oh. I need to head back to the lab.”

At this point, Miguel knew he had maybe fucked up big time, and went into full on panic mode.

“I’m sorry that I asked, I-”

You immediately shook your head. “Don’t worry. It’s fine! Thanks for letting me stay over.”

He rounded the countertop and walked up to you, desperate to fix whatever he had just broken.

“You can take the day off if you need.”

You smiled again, but he knew that this time it was genuine. “That’s exactly what I don’t need. Now that I’ve managed to get the chips to work, I need to get back and run some tests.”

He allowed himself to relax slightly. From this distance he could smell his shampoo on you, and it made his heart clench.

There you were again.

His hardworking sweet girl.

You gave his arm a light pat. “Thanks again, Miguel. Your bed is really comfortable,” you said, heading to the doorway while rummaging through your backpack. “Much more than mine.”

He’d have it in your apartment in a heartbeat, and he nearly offered, but chose silence.

“See you later!” you waved with a smile before taking another bite out of the apple, and disappearing beyond the sliding door.

That smile could break a man.

It had broken him long ago.

And now Miguel wanted to scream.

To break something.

Not only did he not get an answer from you, but now he was under the impression he had crossed a line he shouldn’t have by having asked you.

He stormed into his room, and paced hurriedly from one end to the other, trying to decide what to do next.

That was until your scent gripped his heightened senses again.

He glared at his bed.

Your scent lingered in the bedsheets and, as if on autopilot, he paced towards it and gripped one pillow, bringing it to his face.

The family rush of blood downwards was almost painful.

You had been in his bed, and he had lost count of the amount of times he had fantasised ravaging you in it.

He allowed his digital suit to dissolve, leaving him fully naked.

Miguel knew deep down that this was too desperate. Even for him.

But that didn’t stop him.

Instead, he got on top of the mattress, right above where you had slept, and positioned the pillow lower, until the underside of his cock was resting on the soft material.

You had left his shirt neatly folded on top of another pillow and he brought the fabric to his nose, breathing in your scent mixed with his.

His hips rolled once.

It was intoxicating, but he couldn’t stop himself from slowly dragging his cock up and down the pillow soaked in your scent, soon to become soaked in his precum.

His grunts were muffled by the fabric and he felt his fang tear through it.

He wasn’t going to last long.

This was too much.

With a few more snaps of his hips, and feeling more and more precum spill out, Miguel was a moaning mess.

How he wished you’d be right under him, taking all those thrusts deep inside, whimpering and sobbing as he filled you over and over again.

The thought of you struggling to take him for the first time was enough to push him over the edge, and more sounds of fabric being torn filled his ears.

He stilled as a guttural growl broke from his throat, strings of cum shooting out and seeping into the soft fabric below.

His breathing was still erratic by the time his fangs retracted.

Once he found the will to get up, he picked up the cum-drenched pillow and decided to throw it away.

The post-nut clarity hit him like a thousand bricks, as he cleaned up the mess, allowing his suit to cover his entire body once again.

If you weren’t going to tell him about Tom, then he knew just who to ask.

Jessica Drew.

Pulling out two orange screens in his livingroom, your file immediately coming up. He then tapped on his watch twice.

Jessica’s hologram popped up. “Morning, Miguel.”

“Busy?”

“Just headed out to brief my squad.”

“Who’s Tom?” he blurted out, positioning his wrist so that she could see your file on the screen.

“Oh.”

He scowled deeply. “What do you mean ‘oh’?”

Jess clicked her tongue. “I mean that I’m not surprised this is about her.”

“What?”

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are, Miguel O’Hara,” she said with a teasing smile. “You might be able to fool others — hell, even her —, but you can’t fool me.”

That was Jessica Drew. Perceptive as always. He wasn’t all that annoyed that she could read him that well. After all, he had recruited her for a reason.

“I’m just concerned about her,” he said, admitting defeat.

“I’m sure you are,” she said, adjusting her glasses. “But maybe you should be asking her, no?”

“I did, and she pushed the topic away.”

She shrugged. “Well, I don’t know of any Tom. That name never popped up while I was scouting her.”

He felt disappointment and frustration grip him tightly, and he began scrolling through your file, wishing he could have missed something.

“Look, I may head out to her dimension later today, and see what I can find,” she offered with a sigh.

“Thank you, Jess.”

“But Miguel…?”

His crimson eyes darted to the flickering hologram. “Yes?”

“If she doesn’t want to talk about it, there may be a chance you won’t like what I find out. If I find anything, that is.”

Point taken.

He was started to accept that the truth might be an inconvenience for him.

But he had to know. The frustration of not knowing was driving him crazy.

“Just do what you have to do.”

She nodded and the hologram faded.

The first time Miguel had been at to your place was to check up on you after almost an entire week of going without sleep.

You were stubborn. Even more than he had been in his younger days.

You’d go home, but continue working, so he had no choice but to restrict your access to the lab data from outside HQ. As expected, you weren’t happy, but finally took his advice and got some rest.

Now he was back, but for a different reason, and he could only hope things between you two hadn’t soured.

He had kept his distance throughout the rest of day, occasionally checking you through the cameras as the mic in your suit.

Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.

But he had an uneasy feeling brewing inside him, so he had to make sure.

You had promptly let him in even though it was close to midnight, slightly confused as to the reason of him dropping by.

As he stepped in, he was met with a sight he hadn’t seen the last time he had visited: there were wires spread everywhere along the floor, mixed between card boxes and paper scattered across every possible surface he could set his eyes on.

“Sorry for the mess,” you giggled apologetically. “Wasn’t expecting visitors.”

Good.

But also… very workaholic of you.

You were dressed in just a shirt — seemingly wearing a bra, this time — and some sweatpants, with a pencil tucked behind your ear, as you paced in circles, glaring at your pad.

“Love what you did with the decoration,” Miguel mused, trying his best to strategically avoid stepping on anything. “Fire hazard aesthetic, is it?”

You paused to stare at him with a lighthearted chuckle. “Bingo!”

Your reaction made him feel more at ease. Perhaps he had read too much into things.

You were still acting like his sweet girl.

The table at the center had barely any room left, and he managed to find a vacant spot on a chair nearby. “May I sit?”

You were looking through a tube with five different wires running along it. “Oh… I was going to place this there.”

Miguel immediately moved away. “Right. Of course.”

Priorities of any scientist.

Flashing him your trademark grin, you moved around to rest the tube horizontally on the chair.

This place truly resembled his when he was first getting started with Nueva York. All the blueprints and planning and computers and screens.

Oddly enough, your apartment made him feel nostalgic.

“So, what’s up?” you said, before taking a sip of your water.

He ran a hand through his hair and heaved a deep sigh. “I wanted to apologise for earlier today.”

You blinked.

“That conversation… about Tom?”

“Oh!” you suddenly said as realisation hit you. “There’s nothing to apologise for, Miguel! It’s a non issue.”

Well. He begged to differ, actually. Whoever this Tom person was, it had already created a slight rift between you two, even if unintentionally.

And he wanted to fix that.

Miguel was a fixer.

“I just want to make sure that Tom isn’t going to become an issue. For you… or for us.”

He added that last part in an effort to compel you to talk about him, which stemmed from genuine concern. What if Tom was someone dangerous and that could put spider society at risk?

You waved your hand dismissively. “He won’t. Don’t worry.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the urge to continue with the questions, but it had become clear you weren’t going to collaborate.

It didn’t matter.

He would have information on Tom soon enough, and then he’d decide whether he was an issue or not.

But then… “Are you two close?”

He mentally slapped himself for his impulse.

“Oh, yeah… I guess you could say that,” you said, dragging your finger along the screen in front of you. “But, really, there’s no point talking about it.”

But why?

So he was someone close to you… he had dreaded this possibility becoming true.

But maybe… maybe it was just some family member.

He began pacing around with arms crossed, glacing outside the window and into the night sky.

Deep down, he wanted you to know he was there for you, but he also wanted some answers.

He needed answers.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

At this, you slammed your palms on the table, a frown settling on your face. “Miguel! Drop it, please… it’s nothing.”

That was unexpected.

And so unlike you.

And it was enough to stop him in his tracks. “I’m just looking out for you.”

He was. Truly.

And for his relationship with you. A future one, hopefully.

Your features softened as your eyes met his, and he felt the sudden urge to close the gap between you two and pull you into an embrace.

But he chose to keep his distance, not wanting to seem overbearing.

“I know. I’m sorry,” you drawled out, rubbing your temples with both hands. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

He shook his head at once. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I’ve been too overloaded with work, which is my fault, I know,” you said, pacing nervously. “But… I just want to help.”

Miguel sighed. “And you are. You don’t need to constantly prove yourself. No one will think less of you for not figuring things out at first,” he continued, and he meant every single word. “There’s so much trial and error in our line of work. We should work hard, yes. But not to the point of exhaustion.”

You halted, glaring at him like he had just uttered something unthinkable.

Unexpectedly, you were the one to close the distance between you two with unsure steps.

Dropping both arms against his sides, Miguel watched in silence as you paced closer and closer, your face holding a hint of sadness that should be forbidden.

You should never have to feel sad.

“I know you care,” you said, you voice but a whisper. “And I’m really grateful for you.”

Miguel’s heart sped up, as you tilted your head to stare at him. “Can I hug you?”

How could he ever say no to you? He’d give you anything. Everything.

You just didn’t know that.

He was left baffled and could only nod, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressed your cheek to his chest.

For a man who was perceived as a genius and had built an entire city from the ground up, Miguel sure felt like a fish out of water. So out of his element. He hadn’t shared this level of closeness with anyone in years.

But slowly, he managed to place one hand to the back of your head while the other pulled you closer, in the hopes that you would find safety and comfort in his embrace.

“Thank you.”

A few hours ago, he was humping his pillow thinking of you, fully drunk in your scent. Now, something else filled him.

Anger.

Rage.

No… there was no doubt whoever this Tom individual was that he had left a mark on you. And he couldn’t stand seeing his sweet girl like this.

He had to find out what had happened and what he had done to his sweet girl.

He would find him and he would break him if he had to.

Your tears were wetting his suit, and he had to muster all his willpower not to bolt into your dimension in search of him.

The fingers on your back caressed you slowly, lulling you into a comfortable position.

“I’m here for you.”

He felt your arms tighten around him, and he heard a sob. “Can… can you sing something?”

“What?”

“It distracts me…”

He felt puzzled at first, but he did want to help you. “Uh… anything?”

You nodded with a sniffle.

“Okay… uh… the itsy bitsy spider craw-”

You broke into a laughter. “Seriously?”

He felt his lips turn into a warm smile, as he kept rubbing your back.

Slowly, you loosened your grip around him and tilted your head to stare at him, chin resting on his chest with a sweet smile.

It had worked.

“You have such pretty eyes,” you whispered.

On impulse, he brushed his thumb along your cheek, wiping away a few teardrops.

His eyes then fell to your lips as they parted slightly, and he brought the thumb to brush along them, enjoying the softness and how your breath came out in shallow pants.

His sweet girl…

How he really wanted to—

And then his watch stared beeping, cutting the moment short.

Of course.

You jolted and he bent his arm and glared, as spider-byte’s hologram emerged. “Boss, Jessica has found subject A on Earth-2848.”

Fuck.

You immediately tore from him, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

“My Earth? What happe-”

He quickly cut you off. “Send me the file.”

Margo glanced briefly at you. “Uploading the file, boss.”

Miguel immediately terminated contact, and the hologram dissolved. He was then met with your questioning face

“Is it an anomaly? Is everything okay?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “We are just tracking some unusual activity.”

He didn’t want to lie to you.

But you had left him no choice.

He had to know who Tom was.

For you.

“I’m taking care of it,” he tried to reassure again.

You didn’t seem all that convinced, but didn’t insist.

Instead, you took a few steps back, and he felt your warmth painfully leave him at once.

He could get used to it so easily.

Then, he glared down at the screen of his watch, waiting for the file to be ready.

“Hey, Miguel?”

79%

Almost there.

“Miguel?”

His gaze remained fixed. “Hmm?”

“Do you think you can unlock my suit settings?”

That made him snap his head to glare at you.

What?

You were holding your pad, extending it to him. “I’ve been getting this weird interference in my suit,” you sniffled, eyes still puffy from crying. “I wanted to troubleshoot, but it doesn’t let me access the settings.”

Of course not. He had made sure of that.

But something else began looming over him… “What kind of interference?”

You shrugged, tapping the screen. “Static, I think? I only hear it from time to time, though.”

Miguel’s heart instantly dropped, Lyla’s words of caution ringing inside his head: “You’re not the only tech savvy spider here.”

No, no, no…

“So… can you let me in?”

The mic.

Fuck.

Part 5

Masterlist

[gremlingottoosilly]

housewife idea??? ish??? what do think könig does when he sees his wifey scrapbooking? using all those fancy tapes and stickers, maybe even pasting polaroids in her journal…

He is...mesmerized. If his pretty girl has such a lovely hobby, it will just pay more into his illusions about having a perfect feminine housewife. Hobbies have no gender, but we're dealing with a socially disadapt moron who barely registered you as a human being and not his daydreaming turn alive, so he will force his fantasies on you. He doesn't understand the hobby at first - you're hoarding every pretty piece of paper you can. find any napkin with a fancy ornament, you're buying stickers and washi tapes like there is no tomorrow...and you made photos - he doesn't really like having his photos taken, it reminds him of the harsher realities of being bullied during schooldays, but he will try to accommodate to your interests. You live in captivity, so it's only natural you started to have weird hobbies. He at first thought that all of your requests for fancy weird scissors were a part of an elaborate plan to help you escape, but then he saw all of those pretty postcards you made...he will take it as trophies. Would request you to make more with your photos in it - so he could hold it in the files of the mission and watch at the carefully placed paper laces and little sticker cutouts the whole day. If you're more domesticated and allowed on base sometimes, you could even start giving little gifts to his friends and just random recruits! Konig was extremely against it at first, but you're always so moody and sad when you realise you literally don't have a social circle outside of him...you need to talk to someone, to have some careful and curated connections - and even a dumbhead like Konig understands this. You can get photos with a squad photographer and make those adorable scrap-booking posters for units and smaller teams - they adore it, mostly. They don't have a choice on the matter, however, because if they dare to refuse...Konig won't be too sad about losing a few dumb recruits.

[konigsblog]

DOMESTIC CALL OF DUTY HEADCANNONS

trigger warnings: fluff, a lot of it.

– how i view each 141 character's time on leave. what they're up to, hobbies, issues...

photo credit @yumethefrostypanda

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

workaholic. spends a lot of time working on reports and going through any important files and updating them. you literally cannot drag him out his seat, he'll refuse. he'll be grumpy all day if you manage to get him out his office. appreciates when you bring him cheese and crackers, or just any type of snack he enjoys as he's too busy to go downstairs and get something himself.

tv shows, and watching them till the sun rises. it's a pattern that's accidental. “jus' one more.” you both agree, managing to get through an entire season, exhausted. sometimes you'll look over at simon and see him already asleep, snoring softly with his arm hung loosely around your waist.

takeaways often. usually, simon will eat some food he doesn't eat whilst on deployment. such as chinese takeaway, a chippy or indian food. sitting down on the couch with your plates rested on your lap and a the tv on. he'll be eating healthy and exercising like crazy (not overexercising, but enough for a SAS soldier) before he goes back on deployment.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

going out to bars. he loves to grab a drink with you, in a somewhat busy area. he enjoys distant chatter and sounds as it fills the silence between you two. definitely coming home tipsy and nearly falling into a plant pot. (he did, he just didn't want to admit it the next morning)

always watching the football. you'd busy cleaning, getting jumpscared every few minutes by a loud yell. i bet he begs you to watch with him, seeing you all confused as you attempt to understand. probably cuddling on the couch and watching whatever on his phone afterwards.

waking up super late. he adores late mornings, adores waking up at 11am, your body pressed into his, spooning you and holding you close to his chest while enjoying eachothers warmth.

CAPTAIN JOHN ‘PRICE’

getting jumpscared by his loud ass sneezes. literally will cause you to jump out your skin and drop your phone, giving him a dirty glare before going back to your phone.

fishing. no matter how boring you say it is, you'll always come with him as you don't get to see him often and wish to appreciate every moment together. gets so happy when he catches a big fish, he's like a proud dad.

loud ass snoring... it's deep and loud, you'll have to either pinch his nose or kick him in the leg and pray that you fall asleep before he does. but that rarely happens as he's a deep sleeper. wakes up at random times and spoons you so his snoring is directly beside your ear.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

showering together. he can't help himself, he just has to join you. runs the soap down your back, massaging your shoulders whilst you giggle and squirm away from him. he fell over.

his chin resting apon your head whilst you brush your teeth together, probably managed to get toothpaste in your hair much to your demise. hearing him gag whenever he tries to brush his tongue, retching and tearing up.

playing video games together. he says he'll go easy on you but actually gets offended when you win. probably refuses to admit he lost when he isn't giving you an advantage, denying everything whilst you giggle and accuse him repetitively.

[jujutsukatsuki]

Part One

Part Two

The baby was here. A little girl, Ayaka Miko Bakugou. She was beautiful, her pretty little button nose, her eyes that were big and pure. She was everything perfect in the world.

Bakugou cried when she came into this world, he cried when he cut the umbilical cord, cried even more when he got to hold her. Don’t even get me started on when she wrapped her tiny little fingers around his finger.

“She’s beautiful.” Bakugou said softly as he watched you feed her. You smiled at him and nodded.

“Just like you.” He looked at you. You looked at him as your smile faded slowly. You look down at your baby, the product of the love you two once shared. A love that didn’t go away but for now was stored in a filing cabinet that was demanding to be opened.

“Please, Suki.”

“Y/n-“ His voice was soft. You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill

“Please don’t say you love me.” The look you give him makes his heart turn to dust. Glassy eyes look at him, pleading to just let you guys have this moment. To not let feelings get in the way of the birth of your daughter.

“Okay. I won’t say it.” He remorsefully agrees. He kissed your head, lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. “I’m going to go get my parents. And get us some dinner.”

When he’s gone, the room is empty, it’s just you and the baby. The silence kills you. Your heart is thumping against your chest as you think of Suki. How much you loved him. Yearned for him.

You thought of the nights he crawled in bed with you and held your stomach as the baby kicked. How many nights he’d lay between your legs on the couch, whispering to the baby about how cool of a dad she had.

There’s the thought of the mornings you’d wake up, he was standing at the stove, making your favorite breakfast. A random graphic T-shirt and a pair of grey sweats, the black square frames glasses he rarely wore instead of his contacts. How he’d kiss your forehead and tell you good morning before he kneeled down to kiss your stomach.

Domestic bliss, it was a routine you fell into easily.

You thought of how you’d react if Bakugou started dating someone else. How your heart would shatter into pieces seeing the love of your life, the father of your child, the only man you could see yourself loving, loving someone else.

The second Bakugou walked in the door, you practically shouted at him.

“I love you. I wanna be with you, I’m sorry, please don’t go date anyone else.”

He blinked a few times before he laughed. You poured your feelings out to him and this bitch, laughed?!

“Baby, there isn’t ever gonna be anyone else alright? I’m the best, meaning I want to be with the best. That’s you. The only person who is ever gonna be better then us, is this little girl right here. Our pretty little Ayaka, who has eyes the size of tiny worlds.” He kissed your forehead

“And just for the record, I do love you too. And I understand why you didn’t want me to say it.” He gently stroked your hair.

“Where’s your mom and dad?” You ask as you lean into his touch.

“They went to get us real food, not shitty hospital food. Now, why don’t I brush your hair out for you and we can watch tv, does that sound good?”

You nod and sniffle a bit. “Yes please.”

And that concludes this three part mini series, UNLESS y’all want some one shots about Bakugou’s little family in different scenarios <3 also could you tell where the name came from (;

[ghcstao3]

i was asked by @pancaketrumpetti about the 141’s reactions to learning about cat shifter ghost so here !!

- it is something that has to be disclosed in what little of ghost’s files aren’t redacted, so price learns via reading about it—he’s only a bit surprised, but it isn’t really… shocking to him. he’s worked with other shifters, is honestly glad to bring one onto his team for what specialized uses ghost could have. except… ghost is at most the size of a larger domestic breed and not some big cat like price had expected, and that’s really all that catches price off guard the most. in general, learning of ghost’s shifter status doesn’t really have an impact on him.

- for gaz, it’s sort of a novelty at first. he’s never worked with, let alone met a shifter before, so no matter what ghost shifts into is just sort of cool for him—that, and being one of very few exclusive people to know about it. but then he begins to learn that ghost is somehow more of an asshole in his cat form and suddenly gaz is wishing ghost were just a normal human (though he can still appreciate what ghost’s shifter status helps them to accomplish on certain missions).

- soap is the last to learn about it, for the longest time believing that this random cat on base just likes him. proudly proclaims himself a cat whisperer to far too many people that ghost eventually just has to roll his eyes and decides to show soap the truth the next time he gets the chance, when it’s just the two of them. and honestly? soap’s upset for the first minute or two because he thought he’d somehow won the favour of a random cat. but then he’s firing off a million questions and ghost is beginning to regret his choice of showing soap (not really, not at all).

[aspendragonfly]

Requested by: @bzzyb00-96

Anything for You

Vox x GN Reader

A/n: Istg I've been watching the Newsies so much just within the past few days, like this is my third time watching it while writing this 💃 Anyways, had a lot of fun writing this! This is my first time writing anything for characters so I hope it turned out good 🙏 Also! This took a bit longer to post just because I spent like 10 hours on that damn drawing trying to get it right 💀 Next time I'm not drawing a full ass character in a pose, especially bc I won't have time during the week-

Warnings: slight cursing like twice but that's it- also might be ooc but eh, what can you do 🤷‍♀️

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It wasn't often that Vox had time to relax. A majority of his time was filled with meetings, filing out paperwork, and airing on his show. It didn't help that nearly every other day he had to deal with Valentino's constant temper tantrums. Because of this, Vox grew to appreciate your company a lot more. Your voice alone was enough to ease his aches and worries- which is why he couldn't say no to a movie night in the comfort of your shared bedroom.

"Would you want to bake something before we watch a movie? I was thinking chocolate chip cookies because we have the ingredients for it and I figured you wouldn't want to head out and buy ingredients." You said in that sickeningly sweet tone of yours. He swore you did it on purpose sometimes.

A chuckle left his lips- or, screen? "Anything for you, sweetheart." As the both of you made your way into the kitchen, you spent the remainder of the time mixing the ingredients together. Occasionally you two would bicker about what the right measurements were.

"I'm pretty sure it's half a cup of sugar, doll face." He crossed his arms in amusement.

"And I'm pretty sure I know how to read, dumbass. Look, it says one cup right there." You handed your phone to him and pointed to where it said 1 cup of granulated sugar. Just as you were about to tease him about being wrong, he burst your bubble.

"You do remember that we're halving the recipe, right? You were the one that suggested it in the first place" A smirk lit up his screen as realization dawned on you.

"Right- I knew that" Your face turned hot with embarrassment as you waved off his remark and measured out 1/2 a cup of sugar.

"Sure you did, sweetheart-"

"Oh shut up!" You elbowed him in the side with a huff, focusing on the task at hand. Vox simply chuckled before leaning in and placing a kiss on the top of your head. You had gotten used to the staticky feeling his kisses left, and even found it endearing.

After a while the cookies had finally finished baking, which you had all but shoved Vox away insisting you take it out of the oven. "Stand back, Princess, wouldn't want you frying your circuits now." He scoffed at the remark, leaning against the counter as you put on oven mitts and carefully grabbed the tray of freshly baked cookies. The sweet aroma filled the air around the both of you making you wish you hadn't halved the recipe.

Vox made his way into the pantry to grab a package of popcorn and

The two of you settled into the couch once the snacks were prepped and turned on a random shitty romcom- as Vox had put it. The movie slowly became background noise as his attention focused on you curled up by his side. He had to admit, it all seemed so domestic with you. Healthy relationships were foreign to him before you entered his life if that wasn't apparent with Valentino. Even while he was alive he always spent too much time focusing on his work to have a lasting relationship. You, on the other hand, were always so patient and caring with him- you knew he had a lot on his plate with being the head of VoxTech and made sure he took breaks, made sure he ate and drank, and you let him know if he did anything wrong. And God was he grateful for you. He always asked himself what he did to deserve someone like you... but despite it all, the one thing that ran through his head was how he would do anything for you. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head, his screen resting there for a few seconds before focusing his attention back onto the movie.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

Hope you all enjoyed this one! I genuinely don't think I like it 🥰 But that could just be because I was too distracted by the Newsies soundtrack while writing this 🧍‍♀️

[vcnillazelda]

girl im so obsessed with soap and how just YUMMY he is atm i need u to write like a headcannon about him whispering sweet nothings and praises to like you yk Y/N omg

please im begging you and thank you if u decide to do this please!<3

johnny mactavish praising and whispering to his s/o

tags: fluff, praising, kisses, cuddles, sharing a bed, hand holding

(i agree he’s very yummy)

✞———————❖———————✞

the first time he does this is when you’re shooting a pistol

he’s pressed up behind you whispering how well you’re doing and ajdjdkfjdn his voice is just so perfect

loves whispering to you to make you flustered bc this man KNOWS how much you love his voice as well as his accent

will do it in passing too, like when you’re getting your briefing file ready he’ll walk past, lean in and whisper how hot you look when you’re concentrating

this mans love language is touch, you can’t change my mind, so whenever he’s holding onto you he’ll kiss behind your ear and mutter how much he loves you

when y’all are cuddled up in bed he’ll mumble to you about just random stuff like how his day went, how much he loves you, something simon said etc etc

it’s mainly just lovey-dovey stuff tho bc he’s whipped for u lol

if you want him to read u a bedtime story he’s down fr 😭

likes watching you fluster when he kisses your neck and whispers in your ear esp if y’all are in public bc he’s a menace

his favourite time, above all else, is when you’re cooking. he’s pressed up against you, holding you, kissing your jaw and muttering how lovely your food looks and how talented you are

he CRAVES those domestic moments

his words will always come with a light touch somewhere, it’s mainly a hand on your side or back

when he’s waking up in the morning he’ll try to bribe you with sweet talking so you guys can cuddle more <3

[crp-low-quality-content]

The slendermanor headcannons

(based on my experience shifting there)

- the manor is almost an entity with its own consciousness, it can communicate with the residents through noises and clicks, sometimes even in dreams, but hardly anyone notices because they think the manor is just a place with supernatural properties.

- and of course when talking about the manor you can't help but mention its supernatural properties.

- some of which are:

- corridors and rooms can change at random moments.

- doors can appear and disappear.

- new rooms can appear.

- on the outside it's the normal size of an ordinary manor, but inside it's absurdly huge, up to 3x the size of an ordinary shopping mall.

- only the residents can see the manor, which is why no law enforcement agency or researcher has found this place.

- most people call it "Slendermansion" but it does have a name, at least on the day I went it did shifted there, and it was "Manor of the Cursed Woods" but apparently no resident cares much about the name. They even call it Slenderman's zoo or Slender's ark as a kind of joke because there are so many "animals" inside.

- To live there, you must not only have the Slenderman's trust or interest, but also be able to perform services for him in return, which can range from missions to domestic chores.

- "people" and creatures choose to live there because it's a great place to hide since no one who doesn't live there can see and find the manor, it's the safest place for creepypastas.

- and yes, it really is safe, there's not much chance of you, being considered a "creepypasta", ending up being attacked or killed by another one, because there are rules there, and if you don't comply with one of them, depending on what it is, you'll be punished with anything from temporary detention in the dungeon, to torture, loss of privileges, and expulsion.

- the rules are as follows:

- always maintain a positive relationship with the other residents, no matter how difficult it may be.

- keep the mansion clean. (There are some who seem to have extreme difficulty complying with this rule 💀)

- avoid fights and arguments.

- help a resident who is in serious condition if you spot them.

- never, under any circumstances, talk about the manor or mention it to non-residents.

- respect the proxies and obey them in any circumstance. (this rule has already gotten very bad)

- always be prepared and available for any call or mission.

- avoid making any kind of noise during sleep hours.

- no one is responsible for the loss of your belongings or clothes, so take care of them.

- you are responsible for any being or animal brought into the manor.

- it has a garden at the back, which is quite nice for a place like this, with some flowers that vary in color, birds and a broken fountain in the center. There is also a bench under an oak tree, where you can find residents sitting from time to time.

- it has up to four floors and a basement of two.

- the first floor is where you'll find the entrance hall, living room, dining room, kitchen, bathrooms, training room and storeroom, as well as other random rooms that appear from one moment to the next.

- the second floor is where the library is, the room where the residents store quest items and objects lost around the mansion, the bathroom, and a room where people put pet items such as food, feed pots and litter boxes.

- the second floor is where the first bedrooms are.

- The third floor is also just bedrooms.

- on the fourth floor is another library, but this one has restricted access and contains files containing information that only Slenderman and his proxies have access to. There's an attic full of boxes storing God-only-knows-what and a lot of rats, and there's another warehouse containing dangerous objects.

- on the second floor of the basement, there's a nurse office, an operating room, a pharmacy and a mini hospital, a laboratory, a torture room, and a room with the belongings of kidnapped people.

- on the bottom floor of the basement is the dungeon, which has restricted access. There is a torture room for the residents, cells, and a room where the "guards" and inmates' belongings are usually kept.

- As far as technology goes, it's pretty up-to-date and has sockets and switches, but they vary a lot, sometimes there are sockets that are very old and you can't plug anything into them.

- there is a kind of "wi-fi" there, which was installed by the residents, this wi-fi probably only exists in the mansion and has its own IP address that can't be traced.

- Speaking of which, there's also the mansion's own network, which only the residents have access to and no one from outside can get in. (I don't know much about technology, I'm just trying to explain what I saw in the dr)

[pinchofhoney]

400 follower special!!

i don't know what to say, that’s crazy!!

hello, and thank you all for 400 followers!! ♡ it’s still not really a big deal, but for me it's still more than a lot. i just recently said hello to two hundred of you, and here there are already twice as many! i’m grateful to each and every one of you,  with a special mention my dear @wolfmoonmusic​!! ♡ she was supporting me from a very beginning and i owe her a lot. thank you!

here is the file, where you can find a complete list of actors and characters for whom i write. below you will find a list with fluff alphabet, which i chose to celebrate this small, but important, milestone!

please send requests in this general format: letter from the list and the character of your choice. i don't know how many people will be interested in taking part in the event, so for now you can write two letters in one request. if you feel like, you can also add a plot idea, but i need all the above information no matter what

requests will be accepted during this time period: aug. 02, 2023 - aug. 16, 2023 closed

i’ll be prioritizing these over other requests between this week and the following, thank you once again ♡

» special events masterlist

fluff alphabet by @vintageflowerangel​

a, affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

b, best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

c, cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

d, domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they around the house?)

e, ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

f, fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

g, gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

h, hugs (do they like hugs? what are their hugs like?)

i, i love you (how fast do they say the i-word?)

j, jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

k, kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

l, little ones (how are they around children?)

m, morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

n, night (how are nights spent with them?)

o, open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

p, patience (how easily angered are they?)

q, quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

r, remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

s, security (how protective are they? how would they protect you?)

t, try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

u, ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

v, vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

w, whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

x, xtra (random hc)

z, zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

[soobnny]

tagged by @sunboki, this is such a cute idea :’)

★ “post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips."

oxytocin | han jisung — this is the longer version of the ‘to be human’ drabble so roommate au + shapeshifter!hanji

play along | lee felix; fake dating — when someone asks you who your date was last night, you point at a random stranger & hope for the best

redacted | ot7 enhypen — similar to “ten things skz says when they think you’re asleep

hectic mornings | bang chan — short domestic drabble of a hectic morning together but still having time to kiss in between

bodyguard minho au — unsure if i can do this but i have a few prompts written of what i want it to look like but idek if i can actually write it

tutor felix — i also dont know if i can write this but it’s in my wips rn !!! i have a short summary currently

hana(riki) disease | nishimura riki — my poor abandoned long fic that’s just catching flies in my wip folder rn

how skz reacts when u tell them u love them for the first time | ot8 — this one’s a request from an anon and will be fairly short

waltz of four left feet | park jongseong, best friends to lovers — you think it’s okay to admire from afar until it isn’t ?? something like that .. it’s a song fic

2 untitled requests — both are for minho and will be short drabbles but idek when they can be released

my wip folder is just filled to the brim rn 😭 like there are MOOOORE but they’re nothing more than a summary rn so i won’t include them !!!! that’s about it so far, i’d love to answer any questions u have tbh

tagging. @angelwonie @haknom @jaeyunverse @flwrshee @haerinz @useraerin @maiverie @boyfhee @hysgf

[delulluart]

WIP tag game!

Big thanks to @ramblingoak for tagging me!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

"actual" wips (aka: have actually started these beyond the sketch phase and I'll realistically finish them at some point); partially nsfw; does not include commissions I'm currently working on

mustache+sideburns+ponytail popia,

retirement beard secondo,

wackencopia

random cardi singing

cardi with a toddler ghoulette,

year zero popia in orange!

christmas sweater popia

pointy finger terzito

backseat fun with popia

accidental thirst trap copia

intense singing popia

furiosa my beloved (yes i do other stuff than ghost too, hehe),

gentleman jack aka me vs the damn coat

random stuff from my to-do list that i havent started actively working on yet (only sketches); partially nsfw

ghaseballpopia

antichrist transformation series (5x)

secondo in white suit

bubble bath secondo

papa's eyes series 6x

Cirrus/Copia eating out 2x

Copia/Marian eating out

Open shirt, suspenders, messy hair, love bites terzo

sad hands thingy series

suspenders primo

Dew/Copia domestic squish

Secondo shower fun thingy

naked face cardinal

primo with burning cross staff

ilja repin redrawing with imperator and copia oh no

stubble copia

vampire terzo sniffing a neck

Stay part 2

dracopia biting someones neck

tummy out stretches

papas without facepaint

kazoooooo

soft secondo cuddles

various nakey cardinals

(satan help me I need more time)

tagging @gravehags @anamelessfool @youwouldntlietopapa @copiasjuicebox

[4ng3l-0n-34rth]

Can I get a #2 and #11 on the hurt/comfort for Soldier Boy?

omg the minute i saw this i knew i had to write it so thank you for the request anon!!

You need to understand// a Solider Boy x Reader !Request!

a/n: sorry if this is ooc or my facts are a bit off but i'm gonna try my best hopefully i'll do this prompt justice since i've seen s3 of the boys 3 times over

summary: it's the 70/80's when everything was coming up soldier boy and you happened to get thrown into his nonsensical life since you were employed by vought. (i feel like the prompts will work better with a solid relationship and i couldn't figure out how to write one in the present day of the series) This story is majorly fucked so buckle up.

prompts: 2) "i wish i never met you" 11) "you're hurting me!"

warnings: domestic violence/aggression, manipulation

Being employed by vought since you graduated college appeared to most as a lifetime achievement, but in your eyes it was torture. All of the higher-up's had you wrapped around their finger, but you also worked with superheros on a daily basis. You were one of the business executives behind Payback, and were required to work closely with all of the supes.

Although your position made it appear as though you had a lot of power you couldn't make an official decision without it being greenlit by someone above you. Over time you came to accept the fact the hero business was corrupt and everyone within it was their own version of a shit show, you found solace in Soldier Boy, and he with you. The relationship was private for publicity reasons, and his on camera relationship with Crimson Countess, but you knew him beyond the superhero persona, you knew Ben.

Today you were extraordinarily stressed and overworked, excited for the day to be over, but before you had the chance to finish up for the night Stan Edgar waltzed into your office. "We are on the verge of a media disaster, and you need to get your little boyfriend in line." You looked to the man confused as to what the hell he was talking about, then he placed a folder onto your desk. Upon opening the folder you were met with photographs of Soldier Boy in full uniform getting into nasty bar fights, assaulting random fans, and committing multiple accounts of destruction of property, paired with a now scrapped news article on conspiracies within vought.

"It cost an arm and a leg to keep this away from the press, and all members associated have been dealt with, but I don't want to see any of this happening again." and with that he saw himself out. You continued to stare blankly at the content in front of you, unsure of what to think. The idea of him acting like this sent chills down your spine. You knew he was hostile, temperamental even, but you'd never seen him act out like this before. You picked up the file and headed out the door to Soldier Boys room in the building, knocking on the door and entering when you heard the okay from him inside.

"Finished up for the night?" he asked as he walked over to greet you with a kiss to your temple, but you backed away. He seemed baffled as to why you wouldn't accept his affection like you normally do, and without a word you handed him the file in your hand. "What the hell were you thinking? The bar fights didn't necessarily surprise me, but innocent fans? People wanting to greet you because they idolize you? And don't get me started on the homes you've wrecked. Homes in family neighborhoods? Do you even understand the damage your recklessness has caused? You could've hurt children damnit!" You completely blew up, you were sick and tired of everyone behaving so childishly, and for once you thought you found someone within vought who wasn't a complete sack of shit, but of course you were proven wrong.

"You can't actually blame me for all of this right? People are fragile its normal for them to want to get a closer look and throw themselves in danger, that isn't my fault." He stated. He seemed completely unphased by what was just presented before him. "They aren't just trying to get a closer look at the action, they were trying to speak to you after a mission and you shoved them away so forcefully a man was sent to the ER! You threw a car at a fucking house Ben! A man died because you weren't careful!" Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes and he tried to move closer to you, to console you. He reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek and you shoved him away.

"Oh so I fuck up a few time and now you wan't nothing to do with me?" You were in awe at how casual he was about this. "No, a fuck up is when you say something bad in an interview, which believe me you do plenty of, but this? Ben this is just murder!" you turned away from him. "I mean technically it was an accident so it would be manslaughter but-" you immediately cut him off, "You can't be serious right now. Like that's any better? Its still your actions killing people!" You moved to take the file out of his hand and leave, ready to go home and reconsider just what the fuck you had gotten yourself into, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

"Ben let go of me, I'm going home I can't do this right now." you tried to pull away but there was no use trying to fight Earth's mightiest hero. "Please you just need to understand sometimes people are disposable, let me help you understand!" You could tell he really did want you to stay, see things the way he did, but the way he saw things was just morally wrong. "Please Ben I don't want to have to ask again." You were weaker than him, and nothing would ever change that. You had hoped this day would never come but hope doesn't get you anywhere these days.

His grip tightened as you struggled. "Saving the world is hard Y/N! I try my best, but sometimes humans are just collateral!" he pleaded. "I understand you think you're above humanity with your fancy powers, but you were just a man once too!" hearing that angered him more than anything. The one thing he hated talking about was his life before he was given Compound V. You winced as he tightened his grip more and more, "Ah, Ben you're hurting me!" you cried and you tried to pry him off of you with your other hand, the folder you were holding falling to the floor. He raised another hand up to reach around your throat, holding you still. "You know better than to talk about shit like that, bitch!" you reached up, tugging on his wrist to release you as it became harder and harder to breath. "I-I wish I never met you!" you gasped out as tears streamed down your face. He let go of your wrist and sent a harsh slap across your cheek. "You don't mean that... You know you don't mean that!" He shouted, close enough to your face to pierce your eardrums.

He just watched you struggle, your cheek was scraped from the impact as a trail of blood poured down your cheek, your tears finding their way into the would making it sting more. "Y-you don't mean that. Please, tell me you don't mean that!" You tried your best to speak but you couldn't. You began to feel dizzy and he could see your face lose color and your lips begin to turn blue. Seeing you, the one person he thought understood him, the only one he let himself love, in a state like this caused by his own action struck something in him. In a part of him he wished to cast away many years ago. The part of him that deep down was still human.

His grip began to loosen and he looked into your eyes pleadingly, "Please... tell me you don't mean that. Tell me you love me." The only feeling you had for him right now was fear. If you didn't comply you feared the loss of your life, so you nodded. "I do love you, Ben. I was upset I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." He smiled the same smile you remember falling for and the hand on your neck moved up to brush against your cheek. His other hand hovering gently over the fresh cut on your cheek. "I love you too Y/N," he leaned in and kissed you deeply, and you knew that there was no going back now. You just had to sit happily with him and try your best to stay blind to how truly horrible he really was.

As he pulled away he took a moment to observe your face, "I bet you're tired. Let's get you cleaned up then get some rest, yeah?" You nodded and he lead you to the bathroom, wetting a towel then wiped the blood from your cheek. This was the side of him you loved. The part of him that wanted to take care of you, please you. All he ever wanted was to be loved and appreciated and now that he's found someone to fill that void he couldn't let you slip from his grasp. He finished cleaning the wound and pressed a kiss on top of it.

"Can we get some rest now?" you asked. Although deep down you knew you should run, you didn't have it in you. In your eyes the pros just outweighed the cons. "Of course, baby." He swiftly picked you up carrying you to his bed. Spending the night in his room was something you did often, and in all honesty being able to drift off in his arms was just what you needed after a stressful day. He can often be the cause of your stress, but he's allowed himself to be the one to wash it all away as well.

After he placed you down he got into bed next to you. You were too exhausted to change out of your work clothes, and just curled up into him. Instantly soothed by the rise and fall of his chest, the pace of his beating heart. He brushed through your hair with his fingers and placed kisses to the top of your head.

"I really do love you, I know you'll understand one day."

[anamelessfool]

WIP Game

I was tagged by @ghostchems and @kissingghouls to play. I have too many art WIPs to count. rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag ya friends!

I am currently in the salon getting my hair did so yeah hit me up.

So many WIPs aggg!

My WIPs are currently:

From my "Bestiary" Compendium of Ghoul Ficlets:

2020 Swiss

Year Zero

1789 Cumulus

1972 Phantom

2018 Omega

Then I got a lot of WIPs for my random life in my AU compendium "Domestics"

Weakness

Fare Game

Nance Principal

Papa Camino & Nihil

Then my actual bigger fics

Violence and Gentleness (Primo 1979)

Lead the Way Into the Void (Terzo/Omega/OC)

Crossroads (Secondo & Terzo, Secondo & Family)

Maternal Slave (Copia/Marian, Copia & Brothers)

Then some random fragments

No Deal

Copia College

Marian's Gone

Wow so I write everything all at once

Have at it 😵‍💫

I nominate @thew0man @linafinsterwald192 @sisterprocrastinator @fishwithtitz @delullu

[thehopelessromanticclub]

The Recycle Bin Has It All

Pairing: dad!Jeon Jeongguk  x mom!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Domestic au

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Jungkook is angry because your son accidentally deleted his files. Those files are lost forever, are they or are they not?

Warning: Maybe just the word, "a**". For the rest: "The bay is clear, my fellow officer." hehe

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and I'm finally posting it. YAHoooooooo. please give it lots of love and feedbacks are always appreciated. (ik the GIF is a bit looooong, but can't help it, JK LOOKS HOT🔥🔥🔥).

“Get it, Let it, Roll...” here you were singing a random song that just came up to your mind. You were watering the plants by the window, as the sun shone brightly kissing your face, accompanied by the chirping of the birds. “Everything is so perfect today” you say to yourself as you scrunched your face at the high intensity of the sunlight.

Suddenly you felt a tugging on the hem of your dress. You looked down to find the love of your life Jeon jr. standing there with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

“Eomma”

“Hmm…” you responded

“Guess what am I wearing?” You looked carefully at him to find him wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants. The sweater paws made him look extremely tiny. He was the true definition of cuteness overload…well, he had good genes.

“Your grey hoodie?” you answered him taken aback by his sudden question.

“Nope” he immediately shook his head welcoming a frown on your face. Well, what else is he wearing? You started to ponder.

“Want me to tell you?” he asked earning a nod from you.

“The smile you gave me” he answered followed by a chuckle. You unknowingly blushed at his statement making you look like a freshly harvested red tomato. You couldn’t believe the fact that your son was literally flirting with his own mother.

“Woah…sannie-ah, what’s with the sudden buttering? did your appa teach you this? I really need to teach your appa a good lesson.” You knew Jungkook was the one who taught him, considering the fact that he himself was good at flirting, but you never knew that he would teach his five-year-old kid to flirt. Jeonsan didn’t even know the meaning of ‘flirt’.

And you knew what was coming next.

“Eomma, can I play Super Mario on appa’s pc?” he asked you with his puppy eyes, the infamous weapon, something the Jeons were really good at. But being his mother, you had to deny knowing the fact he has been playing games a lot recently which is really not good for him.

“No.” you responded placing a stone on your heart earning a pout from him. Why he had to be this cute?

“Sannie, you know right that you’ve been playing games a lot recently. It’s not good for your eyes or your brain. you can play any outdoor game, ok? I won’t object.” He immediately started whining and convincing you that he won’t play too many games and that he would a good boy from now. Seeing you not changing your mind, he started listing the disadvantages of outdoor games, one of them being that he could get a tan from the sun. he was really good at convincing you, like father-like son.

“Ok, you can but on eomma’s pc. You know right appa’s pc has many of his work saved, which we really don’t want to mess up with.” You finally gave in, impressed by his absurd reasons.

“But your pc doesn’t have Super-Mario.” he stated.

“Then play some other game.”

“But I want to play Super Mario. I promise I won’t mess up his works.” He again started attacking you with his weapon- the puppy eyes.

“Ok, ok but I’m going to supervise you, just to be sure.” You wanted to be double sure knowing the fact that Jungkook works day and night on his songs, and you didn’t want to be the reason that his masterpiece ruined.

Time skip

Jungkook was back home after his daily practice. You always admired the fact that no matter how much tired he was, he would always find time for his family.

He was working on some songs on his pc in the studio after having a hearty family dinner together, while you were doing house chores and Jeonsan was watching a cartoon.

“Y/N” he called loudly from his studio, sounding extremely scary. You quickly rushed to his studio.

“What happened, kookie?” you asked wanting to know the reason why he was sounding this scary.

“Did you use my pc again?” he asked you coldly. Yes, you had once used his pc without his permission as yours got broken, when you accidentally deleted his mixtape. And that was an incident you never wanted to be reminded of again.

“Why, did something happen?”  just praying not expecting the answer to what you expected it to be. But guess what, luck wasn’t on your side today because that was exactly what happened.

“I can’t find my file.” He answered coldly, still focused on finding his file.

“It must be somewhere.” You answered, still a tint of hope lingering in your voice.

He scoffed sarcastically.” So, my prediction was correct, huh?”

“How many times have I told you to stay away from my studio. Are you that much stupid to not understand my words or is it that you don’t want to? Can’t you see I’m working my ass off day and night but you are always there to ruin it. How do you even manage to do it.” He burst out suddenly making you flinch. He looked really scary when he was mad. Droplets of tears were forming in the corner of your eye. You would be lying if you said his words didn’t affect you.

“Get out before I do something which I would regret later.” You quietly went out of his studio.

 He was frustrated, yes, he was frustrated and he didn’t mean any of those words, you were constantly convincing yourself. You wanted to break down then and there but Jeonsan was still awake. He wouldn’t like it if he saw you in this condition.

“Eomma…” you turned around at the familiar voice. He looked as if he was on the verge of crying.

“Why did you lie to appa?” his voice cracked. So, he heard it all. Getting down on his level. You ran your hand through his hair to get a better look at his face.

“Why are you crying?” and yes, he could read your face like an open book. Sometimes you wonder if he was really 5-years-old. He hugged you like there was no tomorrow, finally breaking down in your arms.

“I’m sorry Eomma. I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have played on his pc. It’s all my fault. I really didn’t mean to do it. Because of me, appa shouted at you. I’m really sorry.” He was constantly whispering these words. You picked him up and brought him to his bedroom.

“Look at me.” You said but he immediately shook his head.” I said look at me.” This time he did. Your eyes softened at his tear flushed cheeks and red eyes.

“I’m sorry Eomma, I’m a bad son. You must be hating me, right?” you were quick to shush him by putting a finger on his mouth to stop him from further blaming himself.

“Who said you’re a bad son, you’re the most adorable, sweetest and best son I could ever ask for. And never in my entire lifetime, I would hate you. I love you with all my life. You know I love you right?” he nodded his head. “Then stop crying, my sannie looks handsome only when he is smiling.” You wiped off his tears. “And about appa’s file don’t worry, eomma will manage. Now go to sleep, it’s past your bedtime.” you tucked him under the covers and gave him a goodnight kiss. You yourself went to your shared bedroom as all you wanted right now was to let out all your caged emotions. But little did you know that your beloved son had something else going on in his little brain.

As soon as you left him, he quietly made his way out of his bedroom making sure you didn’t see him. With pussyfoot steps he went to Jungkook’s studio, he opened the door as still as a mouse. There sat his appa massaging his temples out of frustration of how everything turned out.

Jungkook’s POV

‘I was guilty’ would be an understatement. I know what she did was wrong, totally wrong but I shouldn’t have lashed at her like this, Afterall she didn’t do it purposely. I so badly wanted to go and say sorry for yelling at her but I had loads of work piled up. I had to stay up all night in order to finish all of it.

“Appa…” I heard a voice coming from behind.

“Sannie-ah aren’t you asleep yet and I’m sorry I can’t play with you today.” I trailed off, still focused on my work.

“It’s not about that.” This time I turned my head towards my son but what I saw next broke my heart. There he was standing with tears constantly making way to his cheeks while he was wiping them with his sweater paws. I immediately extended my hands toward him signaling him for a hug. He quickly came jumping onto my lap.

“Why is my little prince crying, hmm?”

“I-I am s-sorry appa.” That was all he said.

“Why sorry? What are you sorry for?” I asked him still caressing his back.

“Please don’t be mad at Eomma, she didn’t do anything. I was the one who played games on your pc. She warned me but I didn’t listen to her. I’m really sorry, I promise I won’t do it again. I didn’t know how or when your work got deleted. It’s all my fault.” He trailed off, still continuing to blame him.

“Hey, kiddo, what you did was wrong ok? You shouldn’t have asked for it after Eomma warned you, right?” I said immediately earning a nod from him.

“Now, what’s done is done. Don’t blame yourself and first things first, stop crying. See appa isn’t even mad at you. So shouldn’t you be smiling? Come on and give me your million-dollar smile.” He immediately smiled at my comment.

“Now come on, let’s get you to bed.” I picked him up making way to his room. Tucking him into his covers, I made sure that he was asleep before making my way out of his room.

“Ah…” I sighed loudly knowing how much I messed up. I didn’t even let her explain. I shouted at her for the mistake she didn’t even do in the first place. I made my way to our shared bedroom knowing that the first and foremost thing that I had to do right now was to apologize to her.

“Is she asleep already? Should I wake her up?” I pondered looking at her figure wrapped up in her blankets like a burrito.

Sniff…sniff…

Ok she isn’t asleep

Author’s POV

Jungkook nudged on her shoulders to let her know of his presence. But there goes our Oscar-worthy actress, pretending to be asleep.

“I know you’re not asleep.” Was all he said to get her up. “Koo…. I’m sorry. I know you worked really hard and I’m proud of it but I didn’t mean to delete it or anything.  You know what, I know a lil bit of hacking, I’ll hack into your computer then maybe we can retrieve your file huh? That would work right?” she started babbling. “Shush…” He engulfed her in his arms. “Hacking is to gain unauthorized access to a computer, and why would you hack if you know the password to my computer? Moreover, hacking can’t be used to retrieve files, pabo.”

“Ottoke, Jungkook-ah. I feel so horrible.”

“Yah! Stop with your crying, you know you look really ugly right now, right?” He said wiping off her tears. But that only brought more tears.

“Sannie told me everything. He was the one who played games right? I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I should’ve let you explain first. And before you say something, it’s ok, I’ll just pull an all-nighter and write the songs all over again.” He said to calm her down a bit. Writing all of the songs all over again wasn’t an easy task. But if it meant his y/n would stop crying, what more could he ask for.

“Why are you so calm, aren’t you supposed to be trusfrated? And what do you mean, you will write the songs all over again, are you a machine? She said getting frustrated herself. “Yah! What do you take me for? I’m The golden maknae, there’s nothing that’s impossible for me.” He said emphasizing the word “the”, earning a chuckle from her.

“C’mon, smile a little for me. do you even know how ugly you look right now? I swear this face is gonna haunt me for a week.” he said earning a hit to his chest. “By the way, did you check the recycle bin?” y/n asked lifting her head from his chest. “Oh shit.”

[k-indie]

who knew he was a yandere

# 📂 leaked files collab ! }{ @cirigiri for you and your collab and thank you so much for letting me join! }{ yandere!suguru geto x f!reader }{ mdni 18+ pls! }{ cw; smut, abduction, mention of car accident, gojo is an instigator/accomplice, mentions of blood, dark content, dubcon, forced domesticity with extra steps }

"don't say you love me. you don't even know me." she pushed at his chest, wanting the distance he could never allow but that was quickly snuffed out when his arms pulled tighter against her back, caging her with his body, his love. "oh, but i do... i do know you. i know everything about you from the way you scrunch your nose in disgust when a man flirts with you, to the way you can't sleep with an over sheet because you feel suffocated under it, to the way you think you don't love me back. but you do."

Despite the blindfold, she knew exactly where she was.

the scent of palo santo and sage lingering, piggybacking on the air conditioning that was verging on too cold in such daunting circumstances, filling her senses in hopes of calming her shivering body, convulsing nerves.

the sound of the random beep of her fire detector was the second sensation that grounded her as much as it could every so often. she was at home. her home.

tied up, blinded to the men who had brought her there. how had they known where she lived? where she worked? had she been stalked? for how long, if so? or was this a random choice from a few days prior?

she wondered how long it would be until her captors showed their faces. she'd already heard the deep, husky voices on the first encounter, and even now as the men whispered amongst themselves. what were they saying? what were they planning?

god, how she wished she could go back in time and stop herself from assisting the man in the street in front of her job. fuck this doctor shit, she thought. maybe if i weren't so caring this wouldn't have happened...

as if the thought was spoken aloud, her captors stopped whispering and one of them engaged her kneeling form, stooping to one knee in front of her and finally speaking directly, "you really are a stupid little thing, aren't ya?"

a hand gripped her chin, tightening the hold when she tried to move her head back from the man's cruel grasp. "and still fighting. no matter, we'll fix that very soon."

finally, her eyes could breathe, but it was blurry. probably from the drugs. they would wear off soon, she could feel it.

she could vaguely make out the silhouettes of a tall man with snow-white hair and another with raven-black locks. sniffling for a moment to suck up the blood that dripped down her nose, she squinted to attempt a better view of the men before her. "who are you?"

"ah, ah. we'll be asking the questions. you may leave, gojo."

"but the fun just started, can't i stay a little longer?"

the man knelt in front of her snapped his head back and flicked his wrist. "you can have your fun later. you already fractured her bone. i need to make sure she won't feel the pain," turning back to look at your face, "can't have my queen ruined by anyone else," he finished in a barely audible whisper. tutting, the man who was called 'gojo' quickly left her apartment with a light slam of the door.

"now, where were we? oh, yes. i am geto suguru."

beginning to piece the information together and slowly feeling the burning, itching, and sharp twinge of her nose, the girl grimaced and shook her head. that drug must've acted as both an anesthetic and a sedative because the young woman had been punched during the fight she put up against the stronger man who had previously walked out. "i know you're feeling the pain now. but i will only help you when you swear yourself to me."

laughing in spite, she dropped her head real low and sighed, "and why the hell would i do that? you're holding me captive in my own home. i believe the only swearing you need is swearing your soul to the lord. or therapy, whichever comes first."

he was amused, it seemed, as the woman looked back up at her captor, finally able to see the refined features of such a terrible man, chiseled jaw and sit-able face that she hated to curse to the ends of the earth and then some.

pulling her by her hair, he spoke quickly and angrily into her ear, making sure to drag out every syllable while dragging his lips against the shell of it, "you. will. obey. your god."

"i do obey him. ugh!," snatching her head backwards harshly, she was adamant about continuing despite the rough treatment and manhandling, thrashing in his hold as much as possible, "and it isn't you."

it tasted like venom, so she figured it felt like it to some degree when this man gave her a nasty glare and pinched her nose. screeching at the heightened pain, she stilled herself completely and closed her eyes. shaky breathes fleeing her lungs and fanning over his lips, she let a single tear drip from her left eye in frustration.

"just relax, pretty girl. soon enough i'll show you that i am the one you should fear instead."

staying true to that promise, he sure was quick to leave the woman lying on the floor of her living room, cool marble pressing against her skin in a way she hadn't realized served as the greatest comfort to her compared the shuddering cruelness that she'd been stuck with hours ago. he'd give her a chance to mull it over, offer a freebie to get out of the slow-burn tormenting he'd inflict on her until she did give in.

he didn't tend to her nose, he didn't even wipe the blood away, but he did wipe the remnants of what little blood of hers that got on his fingers directly on the white, Dior blouse she'd just bought a week ago. ruining her life wasn't enough. nay, he certainly would rub it in-- quite literally.

he was surprised she wasn't screaming, groaning in pain, or even pleading or dealing with him to let her go. it was her house after all, so she'd be begging for him to leave, for him to untie her, for him to get that fucking stain off her goddamn expensive shirt!

but when she thought she could peace in falling asleep against the cold floor, he was at her back once more, whispering how he would do unspeakable things to her if she continued to deny her god, and disobey him.

at this point, she had two options; obey and give in, or disobey his stupid ass orders and see what he held in store for her. a fractured nasal bone was the least of her problems at this point. perhaps it wasn't even fractured and the septum was just deviated. she sure hoped so.

she'd watched many films, read many books and fan-fictions that portrayed a strong female lead in situations like these. they were compliant and smart in the beginning before ultimately bringing the captor to justice... or death.

perhaps that may have been the better choice, so she'd take her chances.

"fine. what is your name?"

surprised at her newfound submission, he granted her the first name directly, regardless of whether she knew him or not, he wanted to skip the formalities quickly as he would have her screaming his name later anyway. she would know only suguru and in due time geto would become her own surname.

"geto suguru, i yield. you are my god and i will obey you."

lifting herself off the floor without much ease, hands still tied behind her back and verging on numb, she turned her head to face his seated position on her luxurious sofa. "good girl. c'mere."

a crooked smile that was certainly genuine in insanity spread to his ears, happy that his dumb little lamb was able to learn quickly, smart enough to know right from wrong and keeping him happy instead of livid.

she certainly wasn't the first victim, but she may have been the smartest.

he tended to her nose finally. it had taken her back by how professionally done his ministrations were, as if he too were a doctor of some sort. when asked, he merely stated that he'd learned how to fix someone up over the years and refused to answer anymore questions. he wasn't ready to give her that much information, she hadn't earned his trust yet.

"i am going to untie you now. i need to see to your bruises, so be a good girl for me and don't fight. it will not work out in your favor."

experienced much?

nodding once, "yes, sir," she bit the inside of her cheek when he watched her face for any signs of deceit. finding nothing but a blank stare, he reached around her with both arms, untying the rope slowly, hips pressing between her legs atop the counter in her master bath. she almost couldn't tear her eyes away from his suddenly gentle gaze. he was truly beautiful and if the circumstances were different, she'd consider letting him go down on her, or the other way around.

but he was an enemy, faux-sworn god or not, he wouldn't touch her unless he tied her down and sedated her sassy tendencies.

as it turned out, her septum had been deviated but the pain she once felt disappeared when she got lost in his deep, black eyes that pierced more than her soul. he slowly moved her arms to her front, keeping them locked in his tight grip just above the wrists and he broke the staring contest to take a gander at them.

following suit, she nearly gasped at the darkened bruises blinking back at her. how long had those ropes been on? she was surprised she could even move her wrists, which only gave way to suguru assuming she was wriggling out of his hold.

"did you forget what i said already, little lamb?"

"no. i just... wanted to make sure my hands will remain in good health. i wouldn't disobey you after i just swore my loyalty, i'm not a monster unlike some people..."

hissing at the pain, she watched as he pressed some ointment into her wrist and massaging it in before moving to the other to treat it the same way. kissing each of her wrists, he whispered against them while looking up to meet her curious gaze, "i love you."

"don't say you love me. you don't even know me." she pushed at his chest, wanting the distance he could never allow but that was quickly snuffed out when his arms pulled tighter against her back, caging her with his body, his love. "oh, but i do... i do know you. i know everything about you from the way you scrunch your nose in disgust when a man flirts with you, to the way you can't sleep with an over sheet because you feel suffocated under it, to the way you think you don't love me back. but you do."

now, wrapped in gauze and coated with some numbing cream, he pulled her off the counter and locked the bathroom door, eyes roaming every inch of her body clad in designer and still wearing those heels he couldn't wait to fuck her in.

"strip."

raising a brow, she turned away from him and with shaky, weakened hands, she began to undress, but he wasn't having any of that backside until he had her where he really wanted her.

"turn around. and strip."

sucking in a deep breath and letting it go slowly, she obeyed and looked him in the eye, continuing to slowly undress all the way down to her undergarments before slowly removing those as well. "do you like what you see, sir?"

tilting her head and holding back a disgusted glare, she posed for him slightly, hoping he'd turn away and leave if she pretended to like him watching over her so predatorily.

to her chagrin, it only pleased him that much more and gave way to his curious fingers, leaving nothing unattended. "turn around."

in doing so, she finally released the ugly glare at the wall of her shower, wishing death upon him as it was just wasn't enough. at the feeling of his hands on her lower back, gliding down to cup her perfectly round derriere, she grunted under her breath and dropped her head.

taking the chance to give the back of her neck a chaste kiss that walked its way down her spine, he decided he would shower with her. perhaps he'd run a bath instead so he could feel her body against his... but not yet. she hasn't earned that much intimacy from him.

.

"are you going to get in or not?"

he undressed quickly, turned on the hot shower quicker, and motioned for her to step in before he did. reluctantly following his silent order, she slid past him as close to the shower door as possible so as not to press her ass up against his body, his length hanging heavily and slapping against his thigh.

if the circumstances had been otherwise, she would've taken that chance to push against him just to tease, but she feared that doing too much of that could cause an accident she wasn't ready for.

pretending circumstances were normal, she let the water run over her body as normal, relishing in the way it relaxed her even more than the cool, marble floor and the kindness he'd shown her only moments ago when he dressed her wounds. he loved to watch her in her natural habitat, but something was different, much more exciting to be in her habitat right beside her.

lightly skimming his hands around her waist and tickling the stomach he wanted fill with his love, he pressed a kiss to her warm, wet shoulder while she took her sweet time lathering her body in the soap he loved to smell on her. and only her.

she almost stopped moving at the feeling of his hands around her body, but decided it best to keep moving as though he didn't exist. and it worked until a hand trailed down to her cunt, sliding a finger through her delicate labia and pressing against her clit. she jerked against him for a moment at the sudden pressure, stopping her movements altogether before kissing her teeth, dropping the soap, and turning to face him.

"i have so many questions for you. and you will answer every single one of them before you ever touch me here again," moving her own soapy hand down to her pussy, she replaced his fingers with hers, spreading her legs slightly and rubbing herself down and kept a cruel gaze locked with his.

"such demanding words for a weak thing like you."

gripping her throat tightly, he pressed her against the wall of the shower, face dangerously close to hers. she didn't stop rubbing her clit, if anything, she sped up the pace, bucking against her own hand dropping her mouth open when she pushed two fingers into her own hole, feeling herself up and he allowed it, enjoying the show until she moaned his friend's name. that set him off.

he pushed her hand away from her cunt, turning her around with both arms pressed against the wall above her head. fisting his hardened member, he aligned it with her entrance, "you little slut. thinking of a man you barely laid eyes upon and you're already moaning for him. you won't know anyone else's name except mine when i'm finished with you."

the stretch was tough to take, the size was not easily accommodated, and he fell into a brutal pace as soon as he bottomed out in her cunt.

she was trying so hard to remain silent during such abuse, but he felt too good to keep it to herself, she fought inside her mind to keep him out of the loop of her pleasure, but a loud cry took over when he pulled her hips back with one hand and stabbed her cervix, penetrating it with little ease, pushing her up the wall as he filled her womb with his bulbous tip, every grip she held on his cock grew tighter with every thrust.

"say my fucking name. and don't stop or i'll kill you."

having no choice but to comply, she did as was told, calling out his name as though it were her personal prayer to her god. how amazing could sex be with her captor?

so fucking amazing, he had her cumming on his cock in seconds, allowing her to thrash in his hold and roll her hips back against him as she squirted all over him.

it didn't stop there, no. he pulled out of the shower, placing her on her shoulders, ass up and he pounded even harder then. still calling his name, she lifted a leg behind him and pressed it against his hips, throwing her ass back to meet his rough thrusts. he stopped for a moment while she sped up her pace once more, milking him for what he would allow her to have before catching her offering and slapping against her cervix with a ferocity he wanted her to feel with every step she would take later. if she could.

"dirty fucking slut- hah! -gonna cum in this pretty pussy."

"sugaaaa~ cum deep inside me, fill me up with your monster cock, daddy, haaah, yes yes yeessssss~"

arching her back further, he slapped her supple butt with both hands before ending the aggression with sloppy thrusts and a bruising grip on her hips. "good fucking girl, beg me to fill you again..."

"oh, please, suguru, please give me your cum. let me feel all of you," lifting her head to turn around to face him, she offered a sexy pout, pushing her hips back again to meet his thrusts, clenching her pussy every time she pushed back against him as if she wasn't tight enough on his fat cock. he grunted, tugging roughly on her hair and pushing her head to one side to collect her lips with his in a sloppy, rough kiss.

"spit in my mouth, handsome..."

he was absolutely feral now, giving her exactly what he wanted and watching her play with his saliva in her mouth before swallowing just as he came, shooting thick ropes of his obsessed love inside her breedable womb.

"mm, fuck... you feel s'good, baby. please don't stop..."

she was too far gone in the pleasure to even acknowledge her circumstances with the man anymore. she could care less about being held captive when he was stretching her out this fucking good, making her cum repeatedly all night in all of her favorite positions.

"where's suguru?"

"oh, he's with (name)."

"who's (name)?"

"the woman he's been in love with for a while."

"what? suguru's in love?"

"yeah. she didn't even know him until today. he's been watching her for some time. i helped him kidnap her, too."

"..."

"yeah... who knew he was a yandere."

© pulchritxde }{ do not repost or translate }{i got so tired in the end to do a proper ending }{ so sorry but please enjoy }{ tagging @k-takuri bc she helped me with this }{ might make a part two where reader looks back on the situation and then where she ends up with suguru later on }{ love you all and peace !

[bess3714]

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