#murder husbands au spin off

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An angel!chase collection

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Day two of Hideduo/FitPac Kiss Week – Kiss on the Forehead & Murder Mystery AU

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Fit’s never been this interested by someone before.

This detective– Pac, as he introduced himself all those weeks ago at Spreen’s funeral– is very intriguing. While all the other detectives who visited him after the ‘mysterious’ death of his late husband jumped straight into the investigation and questioning process, detective Pac seems to be going much slower, taking in the situation and his surroundings.

He asks about his thoughts and feelings on the events that had occurred and how he’s coping. He’s gentle with Ramón when it’s time to question the child and doesn’t get annoyed or snappy with the little boy when his answers are a bit incoherent. He doesn’t jump to any conclusions and takes everything said with a grain of salt, considering it from every perspective and not just assuming the truth.

It’s... a very nice change of pace, to be completely honest. One Fit is absolutely taking advantage of, considering the circumstances.

Plus, the detective is very, very, attractive. Long, black hair pulled back. Dark eyes that seemed to shine with the light. A lean yet muscley body. His suits were always tailored perfectly and he always smelled like roses. The bonus was how flustered he got every time he saw the dresses Fit wore, stuttering and trying to advert his eyes the moment his eyes landed on him.

Fit smiles lazily, spinning the wine inside his glass with a small twirl of his wrist, letting the alcohol slosh against the edges of the glass as he leans back against the plush, leather sofa. The dress he’s wearing today is a deep, dark red. The same shade as the wine in his glass and the blood that was spilled (not that anyone needs to know that part, though).

And, while his current attire is quite revealing, it’s modest compared to the last few times the detective had visited. The neckline was still low and showed off a generous amount of his chest, but the skirt was much longer and went down past his knees, a slit coming up the side to his thigh. He’s not even wearing heels today, and the stockings he’s wearing only come up to his thighs.

“So.” Fit speaks, voice silky smooth as usual. “You’re saying someone must have not disposed of the body? That my husband’s body might still be here?”

Pac’s face flushes and his eyes dart away, trying to avoid looking at Fit. His fingers drum against the notebook in his lap, filled with his messy scribbles of the conversation and notes. His own glass of wine sits next to him, empty.

“I– I wouldn’t say ‘still here’.” Pac stutters, fidgeting with one of his finger’s of his gloved hand. “The body may have been disposed of, just not properly. If someone didn’t do the job right, then the body would be somewhere around here.”

Fit hums, raising an eyebrow as he crosses his legs, the fabric of the dress bunching up around his thighs. He takes a long sip of his wine, making sure the detective is looking as he licks his lipstick-covered lips. “That’s quite a theory.” He says.

The other male nods. “Well, yeah, but it’s the only one that makes sense. There’s a record of a missing body, but there’s no way the body could have been taken out of the neighborhood without anyone noticing.” He speaks, frowning as he thinks. “The police have been strict in this area thanks to the murders that have happened recently, as you know, so if the body were taken out, then they would have noticed and caught whoever was trying to take it.”

“Yes, the police have been quite diligent since all these murders have been occurring.” He says, putting his glass out and leaning forward. “More wine, detective?”

Pac glances at the glass and bites his lip, thinking. After a moment, he sighs and holds his glass out. “If you don’t mind, thank you.”

The American takes the bottle of wine and pours the other man some, smiling at him as he sits back and takes another sip. Pac gives him a grateful nod and takes a sip as well, savoring the taste of the drink. They keep talking and drinking as the night progresses, the atmosphere getting more relaxed.

After a few glasses of wine, Pac is a little tipsy, yet he finally is comfortable enough to have a real conversation. The detective is leaning against the armrest, head propped up by his hand. Fit’s sitting a bit more comfortable now, having taken off his shoes and is resting his feet in the detective’s lap, who doesn’t seem to mind.

“You know, Fit, you’ve really got me thinking.” Pac says, frowning a little as he thinks.

Fit stares at the expression, entranced. “Really?” He purrs, reaching out and brushing his fingers against the other’s stubbled jaw. Pac stiffens a bit but doesn’t pull away, looking down at the hand before glancing back up at the others face with an eager look in his eyes. “What’s got you so deep in thought, detective?”

The detective hesitates a moment before replying. “You, actually.”

The widow smiles, pleased. “Is that so? What about me is on your mind?” He asks, running his fingers up to the detective’s hair, twirling a few strands.

“You– you’re just very mysterious.” Pac replies, licking his lips as he shifts. “I know next to nothing about you, past the basics and what is needed for the case. Even though I’ve come over every other day, I feel like I barely know you.”

The American tilts his head, eyes glittering. “Oh? Would you like to know more about me, detective?”

Pac blinks before his face flushes again, his cheeks a pretty pink. “Well– I, I mean, yeah. That’d be nice.” He stutters out, eyes widening as Fit leans even closer.

“I could tell you everything about me.” Fit whispers, breath fanning across Pac’s lips. “But, I’m afraid you might not like what you’ll find, Pac.”

The Brazilian frowns, confused. “Why would I not–” He cuts himself once he realizes how close their lips are, Fit’s body hovering above his own. He feels his heart start to race, the beat quickening the longer he stays silent.

Fit’s about to press a kiss against the other’s lips when Pac moves his head down at the last second, causing the other to press a kiss against his forehead. Pac’s eyes are wide and his breathing is heavy, chest heaving up and down as he tries to process what just happened. He doesn’t seem to be the only one, for Fit has a stunned look on his face.

“Pac...?” Fit asks, a little uncertain.

The detective looks up and stares at the other, conflict in his face. “No, sorry, I– it's not you.” He says, pushing the other away gently and standing. “I just– not like this, at least.”

He stands up, stumbling a little, and starts towards the door, only to be stopped by Fit grabbing his arm. He turns around, surprised, and watches as Fit pulls him down, their faces a few inches apart. “I– I should go, Fit.” Pac stutters, averting his eyes. “I’ve stayed here for too long.” He says, pulling away.

Fit lets him go this time, and Pac takes the chance to leave. He walks out the door and down the hall, only turning around when he gets to the staircase. Pac stops, staring at the figure of Fit standing in the doorway, before taking a deep breath and hurrying down the stairs.

As the detective leaves, Fit holds his chin, a curious look on his face. Oh, he’s very intrigued now. Pac was pulling away but his eyes told a completely different story. Eagerness, conflict, desire… Fit smirks, chuckling to himself as he closes the door.

“What have you found, my dear detective.” He tells himself. “What have you found…”

[andastartosteerherby]

SVSSS Fic Rec

I'm updating it everyday, because time crunch.

(Mostly Bingqiu/Bingyuan, Unless Tagged)

*Different Endless Abyss

Guess I'll Die - Shen Qingqiu goes to the Endless Abyss.

Speak No Evil - SQQ gives up his voice to stop Endless Abyss. It happens anyway.

*Amnesia

Night of Yearning - Luo Binghe forgets Shen Qingqiu.

*Jinlan City Goes Differently/Different Reunion/Different Rebirth

High Mountains, How I long

Dew Over - Shen Qingqiu is reborn in the mushroom body and tries to live as Peerless Cucumber.

Honesty is Such a Lonely Word - Shen Qinqiu faces the trial, and Old Palace Master uses a truth-finding artefact.

*Time Loop/Time Travel

Just Like A Monkey (I've Been Dancing My Whole Life) - Instead of being reborn after self-destructing, Shen Qingqiu keeps coming back on the Stairs of the Brothel in Jinlan City.

Master of Dual Cultivation Series - Shen Yuan reboots his time in PIDW. He is traumatised and less happy-go-lucky. This one is multi, with Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan getting more focus uptill now (in the first two stories) but Luo Binghe is important too.

*Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan

Deluxe System 2.0: Co-op Mode!

Found Brother Shen brothers.

A-Yuan Has at Least Three Friends - Shen Qingqiu turns into a kid with both Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu's memory. They are the same person.

Replacement Head Disciple Shen Yuan - Set after the Abyss, before Binghe's return. Shen Brothers.

*Epic (These fics are longer and plot-heavy, and won a special place in my heart)

You Reap What You Sow - Luo Binghe is the transmigrator. I thought it would be so-so, but turned out to be one of the best ones I've ever read. Also has Shen brothers.

Xiangyang - When you are born as the daughter of your murderer, what do you do? A question for the ages. No active pairing, original LBH and his harem is present.

Uprooted - Shen Yuan transmigrates as a minor villain in PIDW. Except he's not.

To Stem the Coming Tide - Shen Qingqiu learns about Shang Qinghua a bit earlier, and they plot to avoid their fate. No Endless Abyss.

*IWYWMH & Its AUs

I Wish You Were My Husband - The epickest of epics. It produced a number of spin-offs of it's own. Maybe I should put them under separate sub-headings when I have time. Bingqiu main pair, but has past yuejiu and hints of one-sided liushen.

A Wish to Change Fate - A great fanfic to IWYWMH. Shen Yuan is actually Shen Jiu's reincarnation. This fic touched my heart in all the right ways, gave me things I didn't even know I craved. Someday I should write about it in details. Hings of Bingjiu/Bingyuan (since both are the same).

No Wish for the Wicked - Shen Yuan wasn't around to take the place of Shen Jiu. Sad.

*Bingge

to love another (and to learn yourself) - Bingge tries to get his own Shizun and brings a Shen Yuan. Even without his cultivation power, Shen Yuan is not a pushover. Binggeyuan.

How to Train Your Shen Qingqiu - Another piece I ignored for a long time, but turned out to be very good. I need to reread it.

*WIP

I usually avoid wips, but here are some of the best ones I read:

I Was Transmigrated as a Sword (Gen up till now)

Lotus Seeds - Shen Yuan runs away to save himself from the horrible fate of the Scum Villain - to the realm of the Lotus Eaters.

Scum Villain's Book of Prophecy - Shen jiu reads PIDW and learns the future. Original Luo Binghe/Original Shen Qingqiu. Almost finished, epic length.

[starsfic]

Yeah, I already got the second fic done. So...

Summaries:

The costar of famed actor Red Son is terrified of his true form…which is an issue considering they’re doing an erotic version of Beauty and the Beast. However, one of the caterers doesn’t mind beef. Smut.

After learning about his parentage, Mikey sneaks inside an art auction of Hamato Yoshi's art, learning both about his father and Draxum.

Inspired by an AU discussed on Discord with @rain-bow-donkey and @draw-of-the-moon, Sun Wukong has reincarnated into Pigsy’s neighboring shop. Azure must process this during their first meeting. Smut

After her best friend mysteriously disappears and reappears with a husband, the sheep in the field start turning up murdered. Long Xiaojiao starts trying to figure out why.

A year after her husband is sealed, Princess Iron Fan stumbles across the god of marriage Yue Lao and decides to ask who her son will marry. The answer enrages her.

AU spin-off of Ladybug, where Sabine calls PIF to help her get revenge on the school. Marinette’s whole expulsion was done improperly and reeks of issues that need some…discussion.

April O'Neil makes a new friend when staying up late studying at the public library

Xiaojiao and Xiaotian discuss Red during “bestie bonding time”. Smut.

The Traffic Light Trio, Sun Wukong, and Macaque are cursed to tell the truth. Harsh stuff comes out.

After LBD's defeat, Qi Xiaotian decides (with some "gentle" encouragement from everyone) to take the summer off work and training. The moment he mentions the monkey village and Wukong's shame temple to her, Long Xiaojiao suggests maybe they work on fixing it up! Red gets dragged along too.

LMK S5 theory fic: Erlang Shen is supposed to be on vacation. However, in an hour, he learns that his uncle is dead, someone is trying to do another coup, and Sun Wukong has been filleted again. The people who deliver this news, including mass criminal Master Subodhi, the duo of Ao Lie's descendant and Iron Fan's son, and the creation goddess Nuwa, make things... difficult.

Based on this post, the gang is hired to investigate the rumors of a bunny animatronic ghost overnight. The truth is a little more tricky.

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fics that take place on a cruise ship as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Harry/Louis—

⊹ I Was Made for Loving You by LHStylinson

(M, 127k, kid fic) Harry is on a cruise with his son, and meets a blue eyed man who happens to be a famous voice actor and singer for children’s animated movies.

⊹ You Make Lovin' Fun by @homosociallyyours

(E, 109k, girl direction) Harry is a 28 year old travel writer at a gay magazine who gets the assignment to go a lesbian cruise. 

⊹ It's a Better Place (Since You Came Along) by @phdmama

(E, 51k, magical au) When Harry Styles, a mid-level talent, Finder, and small business owner, sets off on the vacation of a lifetime with his best friend, Niall Horan, he has no idea the changes his life will undergo over the next nine days. 

⊹ Sail away with me by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun

(E, 47k, fake/pretend relationship) Louis and Harry are part of the entertainment team on board a luxury cruise liner. They hate sharing their four berth cabin with two other guys and would do anything to get a cabin of their own.

⊹ Drifting, Weightless by @dinosaursmate

(E, 41k, canon) Harry and Louis are exes with benefits until they're not, and the Mediterranean Sea might just be the perfect place to work through some unresolved issues.

⊹ Found My Hallelujah by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(E, 34k, hurt/comfort) Newly single, with the cruise tickets in hand, and his bags already packed, Harry brings along his sister instead. And maybe the cute bartender on the ship might just be the person Harry needs to help him put back together all of his broken pieces.

⊹ Whatever Floats Your Boat by larryftnoctrl / @the-larry-way

(NR, 24k, fake/pretend relationship) When Harry's mother convinces him to attend his ex's wedding, he must enlist support in the form of his handsome and charming best friend, flatmate and convincing fake boyfriend, Louis. 

⊹ It's You or No One by @softfonds

(E, 20k, movie adaptation) When Zayn suspects that his husband is being unfaithful, he sends Harry, a club singer, in his place on a cruise ship. 

⊹ Angel of Small Death and the Murder Scene by @lousmoonshine

(E, 20k, historical) So, naturally, it can only be the worst thing that could have happened to Louis when he gets stuck with Detective Styles trying to solve a murder during his supposed to be relaxing vacation over the seas.

⊹ Sail Your Sea, Meet Your Storm by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou

(E, 15k, strangers to lovers) The strangers to enemies to friends to pining to lovers fic where Louis is cynical, Harry is charming, and they have seven days to get their shit together.

⊹ play it back, spinning faster by  orphan_account

(E, 15k, vacation) All Louis expects from his Caribbean cruise is many frozen alcoholic drinks and an even tan. 

⊹ What Happens Next by @lululawrence

(NR, 5k, friends to lovers) a fic where Harry has to pick up the pieces and ends up on the couples cruise that should have been his honeymoon...with his best friend Louis.

—Rare Pairs—

⊹ Gay Cruise by Alice_Novelland

(E, 12k, Louis/Harry/Zayn/Liam) Harry and Louis go on a gay cruise where they have lots of; wonderful romantic moments, passionate sex and cute titanic references. They also run into Liam and Zayn.

⊹ Solo Holiday by orphan_account 

(T, 10k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Louis goes on a singles' cruise. He meets Nick.

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Let your unfaithful weaving go

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49304155 by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) Every night Stiles goes into the feasting hall to work on the shroud he is making for his husband, knowing that the alphas circle him like sharks until he is inevitably forced to choose one to stand as his alpha and Eli's regent. It's been four years and he doesn't know how much longer he can do this.   This is based on the story of Penelope and her suitors, with Stiles in the role of Penelope, the wife of Odysseus Words: 22069, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Deucalion (Teen Wolf), Ennis (Teen Wolf), Kali (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, Donovan Donati, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Theo Raeken, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Penelope and her suitors au, a sort of odyssey spin off, one violent scene of murder, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Widow Stiles Stilinski, if you know the story of penelope, everyone thinks derek is dead, but he's not, I'm Bad At Tagging, Rated For Violence, BB!Eli Hale, Ancient Greece, happy ever after, Completed, Wordcount: Over 20.000 read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49304155

[casitafallz]

LTRL AU | A Warped Perception

The weather was not bright as Sara headed down towards her friend’s cafe, nor was it down pouring which was an ever-present reminder of what mood their resident weather witch was in. She had heard what happened; Isabela Madrigal getting mauled by her cousin’s jaguar by her other cousin. It was a shame it went for her arm, not her neck or skull like a typical attack that jaguars were well renowned for.

With Isabela dead, there would be little of their…conflicts of family history to remain and only in distant memory that would fade. She wanted that because then things could return to a semblance of controllable normality.

Sara Marquez didn’t like a lapse in control. Sure, she wasn’t fond of the tile of being a ‘control freak’ but it was a tile she decided to wear like a crown. Her mother had always used to say that control meant their family would be safe. Safe from what, Sara hadn’t understood until her mother’s death. But it came clear.

Safe from bad rumors, safe from those who would judge them for what would ruin their family and work. Her father had a good last name; worthy of passing down. Her mother had such a common name that she had been glad to drop it in favor of her husbands as soon as they could. Her family's reputation was everything. Her family’s work in carpentry had meant, as a woman she couldn’t be taken seriously. A small shop was good enough and booming since the Madrigal’s disgrace opened up her window of opportunity for work. Sara had little patience with the sexist roles but she knew to play the part to keep the family in check and under the radar.

Mateo, her dear brother had been a nuisance in keeping the family in good graces; his skills did surpass their father but… he didn’t work well with her. But, her ‘lessons’ were with good intent. He was a man and take those lessons with a high head. He’d learn, sooner or later.

Why did he have to go to the only woman she couldn’t get to see her way of things? He was supposed to marry the doctor’s granddaughter, the less bitchy one so then their family name could pass on to a fresh generation with two distinct family occupations that were highly demanded. Valentina Lopez would have been the perfect bride for him. Young enough—despite being close enough in age— to search for guidance in her but old enough to bed and birth healthily. She wanted a baby to coddle and to craft without having to go through the entire pregnancy herself.

Mateo should have kept to what was expected of him. Not to go gallivanting off with the Madrigal psycho with his balls out. for her spread legs. Disgraceful of their family name and…humiliating.

Sara knew…she had probably got a little more excessive than usual in her rage. She didn’t quite remember what happened but she knew she had left him alive because she wasn’t going to do what her father did to her mother. She had more restraint than he did. She prided herself on that.

The fact he had run away…

That was where the delicate worry came in for the last week and a bit. He was not supposed to get up and go running; her encouragement would be misunderstood by the wrong people. She was helping him. So what if there was some bruises; Mateo learned eventually. Mother’s touch were never soft on her but she had learned far more quickly than he ever could. Things hurt, but you learn from pain. She understood that well to know that…she was not the bad guy here but he would certainly spin that tale.

But, she had purposely kept a good relationship with most people so they didn’t think the worse. How could that they? She was polite, gave favors, and was a good person. Sara knew she was the only good one out of her family. Her father was the murderer, not her. It was a tale she desperately wanted to tell but… it kept him in line with what was expected in their family. Opium poppy from her garden served well in extremely light doses to help. He was hooked so, she didn’t have to worry too much about him killing her this time.

Her brother was weak but he could paint his own pictures how he wanted; she’d not allow that to spread too far. She was excellent at damage control after all. 

When that night had happened, Sara had expected a bunch of people coming to her door that swiftly; she had expected accusations to the thrown but she had cleaned away anything that could be misinterpreted as ‘wrong’ the moment she realized he was gone so they would look bad at such an accusation. She could cry and weep; she knew a good routine to soften those thorns.

But…no one came.

No one even knew.

Sara hadn’t predicted that.

It made her nervous in a way that she didn’t like, so she made sure to keep her tabs out and make new friends and opened up new favors in the nearly two weeks that followed.

Like Pepa Madrigal.

She had built a good rapport with the weather witch in the last week but it was necessary. Taking the time to go out to the fields with a fresh pot of tea or nice compliments and even a gift or two had made the woman literally beam with her thoughtfulness but she knew to mind carefully the rest of the Madrigals. None of them knew of her kindling friendship with the older woman and she intended to keep it that way. But, she knew to nurture those bonds well to be useful.

It was enough of an indication her nurture was working when she saw Pepa at the same café, with a cup of coffee and a cloud over her head which seemed to brighten as she was noticed, changing her route to meet at her table.

“Is everything okay?” Sara asked, finally reaching the redhead with a concerned smile. “I heard about what happened, is Camilo okay?”

Pepa nodded, “He’s…shaken.” She admitted, a worrying cloud dancing over her head which Sara was gleeful for. So much easier to know how to get her talking by her non-verbal responses. She knew a lot and this…this was just an added bonus.

“Of course he was. Everything happening at once, he’s probably really confused about what happened as well.” Sara sighed, “At least…he’s okay. I hope he’s not too badly punished when it’s not his fault.”

Pepa shook her head. “My and…Felix are at odds about it.”

“Oh?” Sara clipped her fingers to get served, nodding her thanks as Valerie behind the counter knew her typical order. “Well, I suppose he’s just...seeing one side of it. Isabela’s side no doubt, not yours.”

Pepa gave a noncommittal hum as she sipped her coffee. “I’m trying to tell him of our side; what we should be seeing.”

“Camilo defending himself from what he thought was an attack. It’s a very valid reason in the heat of panic.” Sara clarified, reaching over and patting Pepa’s arm softly, “You’re a good mother if you’re fighting for what needs to be fought for. Your son. Your son thought he could have died.”

“I know!” Pepa took a calming breath. “I don’t… I don’t want Camilo to…distance himself. He needs to know his family is there.”

“What of his family is there for him? You, of course.” Sara leaned back, happily accepting her tea with a word of thanks and a smile. “His siblings must be.”

“No. Dolores is… distancing herself. We’re working on her but… I’m still furious Felix didn’t ask my permission on allowing her to move out—”

Sara gasped lightly, “He even didn’t ask you? You’re her mother. You have just as much say as he does?”

Pepa scoffed, “You’d think but… well, I suppose it’s nothing I can hold too much onto. I’m not mad Dolores wants time for herself but…I should have had a say.” Her clouds thundered a little in annoyance.

“I suppose… given what’s happened, it’s thrown everyone through the loop. Maybe you should wait and try and get an apology from him for going behind your back at the very least; so he knows not to do it again.” Plus, she doubted Señor Madrigal would know to do that; it could be enough to keep the happy couple at odds enough for Pepa to come to her for their little…talks.

Pepa shook her head. “I’ll get over it…”

Shame. Still, Sara didn’t give up so easily. “How is your youngest handling this?”

The cloud darkened a little. A negative emotion. A furry of wind seemed to…be uncertain though there was a definite tinge to the cloud color that seemed almost like fog. Sara wondered if the fog meant something.

“He’s on…Isa’s side.” The fog rolled freely, almost like a mask around the clouds. The lack of much more seemed to suggest she wasn’t going to explain. Like she was hiding something.

The weather really said a lot now, didn’t it?

“How are you, by the way?” Pepa coughed, changing the topic. The fog faded away with something brighter. Forcefully brighter.

“Tried. Worried” Sara permitted herself to speak. “I… I’m still embarrassed about what happened last week…between our family members.”

“Ah.” Pepa winced. “I’m sure it won’t happen again.” There was that fog again, small and fluttering.

“I know. I..— My brother’s been a bit absent, I think he’s taken some time to camp so he won’t be around Encanto for a bit to avoid the gossip. Lucky him” Sara rolled her eyes, his absences easy to explain away. He always had that… 'history’ so no one, at least in their area of town would question it. “I still can’t believe what he did…before marriage.” Her cheeks flooded with color. “I’m…so sorry about what happened, Señora Madrigal.”

Pepa shrugged, “in light of everything, it’s not the worst thing that’s happened. And… well it’s not your fault. You had just as much of an inclination as I did about it.”

There was some relief in the woman’s ignorance. Clearly, flowerhead inhaled too much of her pollen to think she could keep the whole thing going in secrete. Damn, Mateo for succumbing to his manly desires. If it hadn’t been for the fact she lacked any desire to procreate herself and thus, relied on him for carrying on the family bloodline, she certainly would have given him a lesson to his joy department for his… misdemeanor.

Sara wanted to continue, but she could see the lumbering form of the strong girl in the distance, carrying a stack of logs with care—god forbid if she drops it on someone—so, she knew to bid her farewell before she was seen. She knew better than to get into an argument with someone who could benchpress a damn building.

“I have to go, if you need to talk, I’ll be watering my flowers out back of the shop.” Sara drained her hot cup of tea though left to pay for both drinks for more goodwill and left without a word, hoping she hadn’t burned her esophagus too badly.

  -

Three days, there was little change in her routine, but people asking for Mateo hadn't ceased which began to unsettle her. Señora Rojas hadn’t come by again, but she could see the woman looking at her with discontent and distrust in passing.

Even Alma Madrigal had even paid a visit asking for him.

Asking for Mateo now, Sara knew they were trying to catch her out or thought she was involved with his absence; she wasn’t and she certainly didn’t plan to make them suspicious of her. Though, she had to say, she had tried to be delightful in her interactions with her. Señora Madrigal was tense, which wasn’t much of a difference to what she was used to seeing. Señora Madrigal’s natural demeanor was always being uptight as if she had a stick wedged up her rear constantly, but she was glad to see her warm up to her as they talked, even accepting her gift of white tulips for her family.

It wasn’t just the Madrigals now.

Other people in town seemed to visit her father at the workshop with commissions. He knew the lie to give but it didn’t satisfy a good few.

She hated how the loss of a few customers seemed to reflect their…belief she was solely responsible for his absence. Passing it off as boys doing boy-things wasn’t lasting long but… she hated now she had to try and look for him without being too suspicious since she had supposed last seen him.

He could only be gone for so long before ears demanded more to his lack of work to the town. She hadn’t raised the alarm but…maybe she had to raise it first before someone else did?

Sara continue to mull anxiously, continuing her late-night shopping which needed doing. Things got a little cheaper at night-- fresh food wise at the least. Fewer customers meant she had to be a little more careful with her spending until the issue blew over. The fact she had a lesser mouth to feed helped.

Her eyes caught a moving figure, her heart leaping in her chest.

Isabela Madrigal.

Alone.

Sara dropped her basket gently to the floor, with a passing word she’d be back, and hurried after her. A golden opportunity like this did not rise open not at this time with less judgemental eyes on her

“Isabela!” Sara cringed a little but the girl’s pace picked up. Sara could see the girl didn’t want to talk to her; which was n indication…. Did she know something? Her pace picked up after her. She was good at telling when someone was lying; if this woman knew where he was; the better.

Isabela’s voice echoed behind her. “Leave me alone, Marquez”

“Where’s my brother? You got him stashed anywhere?” She tried to sound concerned; like the flower-head was still bedding him. Could it be possible he was hiding away in freak house? It made it plausible given the…nature of the house. If Isabela and Mateo had been fucking in that house, it made sense he’d run there… but she knew the family didn’t know where he was; why ask about him if they knew where he was? Maybe only Isabela knew?

If only she had a way to get into the house…maybe a special event? Sara couldn’t help but think of her options for what would be coming up. Barely into January as it was; not a lot of options.

“Isabela, please. I need to find him.” Her words didn’t seem to register so Sara took her chance as she got close enough to grab the girl’s arm; not seeing which it was before she felt the slight warmth on her fingers as she pulled her back before suddenly she saw the girl’s fist before she felt the hot spurt of pain rage through her face and into her skill. Familiar pain.

“Oh, you fucking bitch!” Sara roared falling back, unable to help her temper through the pain that teared her eyes up, her hands coming to her face as blood seemed to splatter down the front of her white blouse—this was a new shirt!! “You broke my nose?!” She gasped like a fish for breath through her mouth.

“Don’t fucking touch me without my consent!” Flower-head hissed loudly and then stormed off but Sara could barely breathe to keep track, her vision blurring and she could feel the hot droplets of blood raining into her palm before she felt a touch on her arm.

“Are you okay?”

Sara wanted to shake her head. “T-Tissue, please.” Thankfully, one was provided though with a groan, she press it to her face to soak up the blood. “T-Thank you.” She blinked the tears free to see it was Señora Florence Guzman, Tia of Mariano Guzman.  

A kind soul. Wonderful.

“What…was that all about?” With a kind hand, Señora Guzman helped her up straight, though kept a guiding hand to her elbow. “Why did you grab her?”

“I—I’m worried that…my brother isn’t…camping.” She panted softly. “I thought he said he was but…haven’t spoken to-to him and…he was caught in bed with her a few weeks back…” She squeezed her eyes shut, “I..Thought he was…with her still.”

“Sara, I… why don’t I take you to Julieta. I’m sure we can get your nose sorted first—“

“No—I’m barred from their aid.” Unfortunately, but that was a mistake she hoped to settle but… not soon it seemed after 8 months. She really should have thought ahead but seeing Mateo talk to Isa first had lit a fire in her gut she hadn’t been able to squash. A lesson learned. “I…I’ll be fine. I need…need to get home.” She could fix herself up there. Talk to the doctors tomorrow.

This was only a small hiccup. Isabela would tell her tale but she’d make sure to see to her side of things to the town. After all, she was far more beloved in this town than the one who tried to murder her sister with her magical, freaky ability. She was normal and…maybe she could talk to weather witch into getting her Madrigal help to find him? Soften them up more to her.

“Are you sure?”

With a nod and a painful hiss, Sara bid her way, grabbed her basket, and fled to the sanctity of her home.

[sushireads]

jungkook fic recs

this is a list of jungkook fics i’ve read and loved very much! enjoy. <3

ps. all fics with 🍙 are the ones i loved a little bit more.

2! 3! by @gimmesumsuga

smut, fluff | one shot | 3K words

The one at the end of Jungkook’s Wembley Vlive.

IDOL au

a dangerous game by @goldngguk​ 

horror | series

You were in love with him. Jeon Jeongguk was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. He was wealthy, kind, gentle, and most importantly, he loved you dearly. You knew he would always be there for you to guide you and protect you. You’d been together for just over a year and knew he had made plans to propose to you. But you found it strange that he had never brought you home to meet his parents.

KILLER, HUNTER, YANDERE au

About Time by @yoonia

ON-GOING | 🍙, angst | series

Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

SOULMATE, TIME LEAP, TIME TRAVEL au

ALL I WANT FOR COCKMAS by @junqkook

fluff, crack, smut | one shot | 3.6K words

you tell santa exactly what you want for christmas.

CHRISTMAS, SANTA au

Amour by @taesthetes

fluff, fantasy | one shot | 6.1K words

{{ noun // a love affair, usually secret; a lover }}

To love would be committing the greatest sin.

ANGEL, DEMON au

aurora. by @krreader​​

angst, fluff | one shot | 6K+ words

dawn comes after the darkness, and with it the promise that what has been torn by the sea is not lost. - lisa wingate 

IDOL au

baecation by @1kook

smut, fluff | one shot | 5.9K words

“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.

RICH, VACATION au

banana milk by @kimnjss

smut | one shot | 6.7K words

sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle.

STRANGERS TO LOVERS au

bandslam by @ironicarmy​​

angst, smut | series

Cocky drummer Jeon Jungkook has never been the type to hate on anyone. But when his best friend Taehyung unexpectedly leaves the band and leaves you in his place, he can’t really blame himself when he acts with disdain towards you. Not even when there’s a prize at stake.

COLLEGE, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROCK BAND au

Be Mine by @staerrylights

angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 5.5K words

When the worlds of a campus’ star player and ordinary girl collide, sparks will fly.

JOCK, FUCK BOY au

Bells by @taetaesbaebaepsae

fluff | one shot | 1.6K words

SOULMATE au

bitchin’ by @kinktae

🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

—part of the rewind series

1980s, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, FRAT BOY, FAKE DATING au

black card by @minsprings

🍙, fluff, smut | two shots

a long night at another one of your obligatory high society functions has you desperate to relieve some stress with your husband jungkook, who’s been apparently hiding a kink from you for some time.

CRAZY RICH ASIANS, CEO, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, HIGH SOCIETY au

Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash

smut | series

Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?

MAFIA au

caught me. by @jeongi

smut | one shot | 13.5K words

you hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROOMMATE au

Crybaby by @lavishedinjimin​​

smut | two shots

dangerous love by @seulgiology

smut, light fluff | one shot | 3.7K words

MAFIA au

Departure by @nomnomsik

smut, fluff | one shot | 6.2K words

As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT, IDOL, PILOT au

Dumbo by @cinnaminsvga​

humor, smut | one shot | 17.2K words

you know what they say about boys with big noses…

{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}

Dynasty by @jimlingss​

angst, smut, fluff | one shot | 17.4K words

It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

HISTORICAL au

Euphoria by @seokstrivia

fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 7.6K words

There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’  

or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.

ROOMMATE, SLOW BURN au

fatal attraction by @jungcock

ON-GOING | 🍙, angst, smut | series

Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one.

SERIAL KILLER au

first time together by @httpjeon

fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 8.4K words

you never thought you’d fall for the charms of jeon jungkook, the campus heartthrob, play boy, and fuck boy.

—part of the together series

COLLEGE, FUCK BOY au

flesh and blood by @kinktae

fluff, smut | series

You are living in a society that is just now picking up the scraps that the Great Outbreak left behind after the government killed off the majority of the zombies. Still, some remain, and fear still lies within society’s walls. So imagine your surprise when the very thing you’ve been taught to fear ends up saving your life, showing you that maybe two beating hearts aren’t always required when it comes to love.

ZOMBIE au

For science by @boymeetsweevil

fluff, smut | series 

Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

NERD au

Game Over by @gukgalore

smut, fluff | one shot | 5K words

You try your hand at a certain TikTok trend using your boyfriend.

DOMESTIC COUPLE au

Head in the Clouds by @taequois​​

one shot | 3.7K words

You were the third wheel for your best friend’s date but why was Jeon Jungkook kissing you instead? 

YANDERE au

Hellblazer by @jungkookiebus

smut, fantasy | series

“Few people really think about dying… paranoids worry about it without really understanding it. Victims of fatal accidents and murder don’t have time to think. You only really think about it if you take the time to. And you only take the time if you know it’s going to happen.” -John Constantine, Dangerous Habits Pt. 1: The Beginning of the End, Issue #41.

CONSTANTINE, DEMON au

HIDDEN STARS by @jungblue

angst, smut | series

It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.

IDOL au

Hiraeth by @darlingwoes

smut, angst, fluff | series

Hiraeth: A longing for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

It was confusing, the whole ordeal was. But no matter how many times you told yourself to go back, he was always there, taunting you to stay.

ROYALTY, TIME TRAVEL au

His Name by @jimlingss

🍙, angst | series

Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.

MULTIPLE PERSONALITY au

i wish i missed my ex by @angelguk

smut, fluff, angst | one shot | 18K words

COLLEGE, FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

It Ain’t Me by @inferno-loop​​

angst | series

industrial by @taendrils​

fluff, smut | one shot | 8.1K words

❝there are lines you shouldn’t cross, things you shouldn’t touch and skin you shouldn’t mark when your hands are missing your gloves.❞

PIERCER au

Jeon Jungkook Must Die by @tayegi

smut | one shot | 14K words

Jungkook is Typing... by @glassbangtan

mild smut, angst, fluff | one shot | 21.1K words

You and Jungkook met online when you were only fourteen years old. Neither of you thought meeting up would be a possibility, until you’re hired as Big Hit’s new editor.

IDOL au

Killjoy by @taequois​​

smut | one shot | 9.3K words

You thought you’re trapped in the lion’s den when Jungkook kidnaps you. But he’s no lion and unfortunately for him, you weren’t a mouse either.

YANDERE au

Laundry Fairy by @bulletproofbirdy

fluff, smut | one shot | 3.5K words

You wake on Saturday to find that your boyfriend has cleaned your apartment and done your laundry–shenanigans ensue with the help of the spin cycle.

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au

love alive by @jamaisjoons

angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 17K words

a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

—part of the mixtape series

EXES, POST-BREAKUP au

Making of a lover by @smileyoongle​

angst | one shot | 2.4K words

CHEATING, YANDERE au

mask by @onherwings

🍙, angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 32.1K words

Perhaps you signed up for more than you expected when you agreed to pretend you were just Jungkook’s roommate when his (female) childhood friend comes to visit.

BOYFRIEND, COLLEGE au

mastur-bait by @kookswife​​

🍙, smut, fluff, humor | two shots

you drunkenly touch yourself in front of your neighbour, hoping he’ll take notice. you can’t help but do a double take when he actually does.

—part of The Connotation trilogy

BAD BOY au

Meeting their soulmate for the first time by @sunyoonandstars

🍙, fluff | one shot | 2.1K words

Jungkook is driven by the desire to, one day, meet his soulmate. However, he had not imagined it to happen so soon …

“Jungkook’s eyes met yours only for a brief moment. Still, this split second was all it took to send a surge of thrilling heat through his entire body, the intensity of your gaze leaving every last fiber of his being vibrating and his veins tingling with what felt like a million of tiny electric shocks. He could have sworn his heart literally skipped a beat. Or two. At least. Because those eyes weren’t just any eyes. They were the eyes. The eyes which had been haunting his dreams …”

IDOL, SOULMATE au

melomaniac. by @jeonscript

smut | one shot | 13K words

you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.

BAND, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, PUNK au

Mind in the Gutter by @kpopfanfictrash

smut, fluff, humor | one shot | 18K words

Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

BOWLING, WORKPLACE au

more than friends by @matchakoo​

smut, angst, tiny fluff | two shots

you and jungkook have been roommates and close friends for a couple years, and you’re oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he hates your recent fuck-buddy is because he has the fattest crush on you.

ROOMMATE au

morning rush. by @atdawnsuga

smut | one shot | 3.2K words

You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.  

COLLEGE au

Movin’ by @mygsii

smut | one shot | 3.9K words

you’re moving to a new place and have called up some movers to help. you didn’t expect to find one of them extremely attractive, nor did you expect to have him all over you as soon as break time rolled around.

MOVER au

Mutual by @seokjxnnie​​

smut | one shot | 2.7K words

Your boss was always talking about how her son would be perfect for you, promising that he was going to the staff holiday party. He turned out to be the hook up that happened a couple months ago, who you kept around for some good dick.

OFFICE au

My Type by @shadowsremedy​​

smut | one shot | 6K words

Never judge a book by its cover.

COLLEGE au

neighbour by @imagniation​​

fluff, smut | one shot | 4K words

‘you think I can afford a plumber?’ your endearing neighbour jeongguk has magic hands that fix toilets and make you orgasm.

NEIGHBOURS au

one thing right by @hobios

🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series

“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”

or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, FAKE MARRIAGE, SHERIFF, SLOW BURN au

One Year, My Love by @hayjeon

🍙, angst, fluff, smut | two shots 

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.

FAKE MARRIAGE, ROYALTY au

Orange Tulips by @kainks

angst, fluff, light smut | one shot | 10.2K words

You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.

REINCARNATION, SOULMATE au

Pay by Play by @yoonia

smut | one shot | 3.6K words

—part of @bangtansmutcentral‘s Made With Love Project

CAM BOY au

Pen Pal by @chinkbihh

angst | series

As a lonely person, the idea of exchanging letters with someone apart from society was actually quite appealing to you.  In a random act of charity and desperation, you sign up for a pen pal and get paired up with an inmate named Jungkook.  The letters were meant to help him cope with prison life, but little did anyone know it was actually driving him more mad.  

PRISONER, SERIAL KILLER, YANDERE au

Piss Off Your Parents by @littlemisskookie

smut | one shot | 16.4K words

In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.

BAD BOY, FAKE DATING, RICH, ROOMMATE au

Play Pretend by @seokoloqy

smut, angst | one shot | 8.6K words

walking under ladders, splitting the pole, breaking mirrors, going near black cats—just to name a few things Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do before his soccer games.

And after Jungkook catches his girlfriend cheating on him, he’s going to need a little more than luck to get her back. He needs you.

FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, SOCCER PLAYER au

Quarter Quell by @chinkbihh

ON-GOING | 🍙 | series

Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts’ defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.

HUNGER GAMES, YANDERE au

Redolent by @baeseoul

ON-GOING | angst, smut | series

You and Jungkook have a past, but the biggest mistake of his life has him losing you in every way. It isn’t until the smell of the unique combination of vanilla and pear blossom for the first time in over a year reminds him of you and your endearing candle obsession that he’s forced to reminisce about what he had, and what he lost. He wants to reconcile, but what if you’re doing just fine without him?

INDIE ROCKER, MUSICIAN au

Rigor Mortis by @readyplayerhobi

smut, angst, horror, fluff | one shot | 28.5K words

A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.

POLICE OFFICER, ZOMBIE au

ROTTENFOLK by @junqkook

🍙, smut, fantasy | one shot (in dire need of a part two though!!!) | 13.5K words

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

—part of BTS Smut Club’s The Heatwave Project

FAIRIE, ROYALTY au

roulette. by @taesthetes

light fluff, angst | one shot | 1.2K words

noun : a gambling game of chance.

he loves me, click, he loves me not, bang.

ASSASSIN, MAFIA au

Ruin the Dress... Shirt by @fortunexkookie

smut, fluff | one shot | 4.8K words

What could possibly go wrong during a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner with your brand new boyfriend? Let’s be honest, you shouldn’t have even asked.

NEW RELATIONSHIP au

Scum’s Wish by @bobagukk

angst, smut | one shot | 4.8K words

Secret Slut by @jeonsweetpea

🍙, smut | two shots

Jungkook accidentally gifts you, his boss, a sex toy for Secret Santa.

ASSISTANT, CEO au

skype sex by @floralseokjin​​

smut, fluff | one shot | 2.9K words

—part of the first love, last love drabble series

CYBER SEX au

Somnolent by @forgottenpasta

fluff | one shot | 3.5K words

After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.

ROOMMATE au

Sprout by @hugseoks

fluff, crack | one shot | 1.2K words

After a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

DAD, HUSBAND au

stand-in by @gvksp4ce

angst, smut, fluff | one shot | 10K words

frat parties always suck to a certain degree, especially when you walk in on your best friend’s partner nailing your own boyfriend on said buddy’s bed. However, drowning in self-pity was not on Jeon’s watch.

COLLEGE, FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

strawberry lips by @personasintro

fluff | drabble | 2.8K words

it’s not your fault your professor is extremely young and oh, so hot

PROFESSOR au

Summer Solstice by @brokenspinez​​

smut | one shot | 6K words

Down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. You figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. But one fateful night, your prayers are answered. Are you willing to pay the price? The sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

GOD au

Tangsuyuk Love by @full-of-jams​​

fluff, smut | one shot | 11.5K words

College student Jungkook flirts with a customer who always orders take-out tangsuyuk at his part-time job. Meanwhile he’s miserably trying not to fail his Math class, while hiding his ever-growing crush on you.

COLLEGE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

tell me no lies by @jeongi

angst, smut, minimal fluff | one shot | 15.1K words

You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.

—part of BTS Smut Club's Under Fire Summer Project

CEO, CRIMINAL, ROBBERS au

the beast hidden inside by @harvcore​​

smut | one shot | 1.5K words

never come home smelling like another man, especially when it’s mating season.

or 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬…

ALPHA au

the best part of me is you by @yourdelights

fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 9K words

Having been best friends since childhood, you’re an expert in all things Jungkook. You know everything about him, from how he took his coffee to the sound of his laugh after a successful prank. There was no part of him that you didn’t know like the back of your hand, or so you thought. Your view on things gets a bit skewed after discovering the one secret Jungkook had kept from you: he’s a camboy.

BEST FRIEND, CAM BOY au

the coffee shop contract by @gukyi

fluff | one shot | 18K words

apparently, having an instagram profile with a different girl in every picture is reason enough for your friends to strike up a deal where they’ll pay you to have a relationship. well, jeon jungkook’s no good at relationships, but a fake relationship isn’t a real relationship. is it?

COLLEGE, FAKE DATING au

the engagement by @virgoknj

angst | drabble | 3.4K words

in where your ex jungkook appears at your engagement party

EXES au

the jeon twins by @krreader

fluff, angst | one shot | 3.2K words

jk thought he was doing this for his twin’s good. falling in love with you while pretending to be kookie was never something he planned on doing and he hated himself for it.

COLLEGE, TWINS au

The Jorts by @gukslut​

fluff, smut | one shot | 6.5K words

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au

the sea & the storm by @jamaisjoons

angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 20K words

the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him.

—part of the Fantastical Stories for Curious Souls collaboration

SEA SPIRIT au

the train of lost souls by @inktae

angst, fantasy, fluff | one shot | 13.6K words

The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.

The choice is solely yours.

The Truth About Forever by @thedefinitionofbts

romance, implied smut, angst | one shot | 6.3K words

There are a lot of things you know. You knew the water in the lake was the clearest, most fresh tasting in the world and that lavender hyacinth graced every hillside, peeking through patches of wild grass and forest green shrubbery. You knew the weather was pleasant enough and the air clean enough even for someone with a body as weak as yours to sleep peacefully under clear moonlit nights. You know a lot of things, but there was one thing you didn’t know…  

“Jungkook and Y/N forever…” Seokjin reads the little inscription on the corner. “Hey, this person even has the same name as you, how weird.”

SLICE OF LIFE au

the universe of us. by @taesthetes

🍙, fluff, angst, fantasy | one shot | 21.1K words

nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams

The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.

So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.

And you are Icarus.

DREAM, SLICE OF LIFE au

The Virgin Volume by @kpopfanfictrash​

smut, angst | two shots

The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend.

—part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series

COLLEGE, FRIENDS O LOVERS, VIRGIN au

the wedding planners by @gukyi

fluff, light smut, light angst | one shot | 28K words

jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.

and then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, WEDDING au

through the night by @nightbts

ON-GOING | 🍙, fluff, angst | series

IDOL au

Travel Diary by @nitaescence

fluff | one shot | 2.5K words

BOYFRIEND, VLOGGER au

way down in bed stuy by @minstrivia

smut, light angst | one shot | 5K+ words

as a final farewell you fuck your sister’s unbelievably attractive knave boyfriend that you definitely do not have feelings for…again.

CHEATING au

Welcome to the Underworld (AO3 Link) by @spookitokki

fluff, smut, fantasy | one shot | 9.6K words

In a dark little second-hand shop downtown, stuffed in an alleyway you only stumbled into because you were lost, you found a charming antique radio. When you turned it on, it began to play what would become your favorite radio show, “Welcome to the Underworld”

DEMON, RADIO SHOW HOST au

youngblood by @jinitude

smut | one shot | 14.6K words

“I don’t care if he’s got the potential to be the next big thing. I’m done trying to chase a story that doesn’t exist. The kid is a wet leaf left on the curb to dry and crumble into pieces the next day. You’re going to send me to five of his concerts and I can already tell you how each one is going to go. He’s a wannabe bad boy who jizzes his pants when he sees a girl looking at him. Assign me someone else.”

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, JOURNALIST, ROCK STAR au

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[attentialkane]

The patron angel of heartbroken souls they called him.

[cleverhyuck]

helloooooo <33 can i request for 10 and 24 + jeno or jaemin ? :3 - anon

a/n : i’m assuming you want smut — sorry this is a little late too !— thank you for your request !! 💘

* smut begins on page divider !!

-

“don’t test me”

“stop being a bitch”

-

warnings : outdoor sex , degrading , quickie , marking ( hickeys ) , mentions of pregnancy , light choking , creampie , raw ( use protection ^.^ )

wc : royal!au , why is this so long

-

annual balls are a thing. men and women from all over dress up at talk about who knows what. their children mingle around, looking for friends, competitors, significant others, it’s a routine.

in the kingdom, you’ve been going to monthly balls. meeting people of all kinds. some men try to be your husband and some women try to gossip around you.

you don’t mind, of course. the attention is nice, but it’s what you get for being the daughter of the king.

your first encounter with prince!jeno was interesting to say the least. accidentally spitting your drink onto him from laughing at prince chenle’s joke. both of your eyes go wide as you ruined his white blazer with your red fruit punch, splattered all over.

“it looks like he’s been murdered !!” prince chenle points. the other princes; renjun, jaemin, and jisung laugh. prince jeno froze, this has never happened to him ever.

you rush to find napkins ( more like a maid ) and try to clean it. all five of you headed back to the maid quarters to find extra clothes. “i’m sorry” is what you say the whole entire time while cleaning and moving.

in the quarter, prince jeno sends you an eye smile. something about it comforts you, it makes you feel better about what happened.

“seriously princess, don’t worry.” he chuckles and takes off the jacket. some of it is on his button up so he takes that off too, revealing his nice six pack.

your eyes go wide (again) and you can only stare at his chest. prince renjun has to shake you to get your own head out of the gutter. you and prince jeno both blush and you turn away, afraid to make another embarrassing moment.

prince jisung walks next to you and pats your back. “don’t worry princess, at least we all got closer now! let’s drop the formalities.” you look up at him with rosy cheeks and smile.

turning around and holding out a hand you re-introduce yourself. “hi i’m y/n. nice to meet you all.”

over the months you all grew closer together. you met another boy, haechan. he wasn’t at the first party but said he lived it through renjun’s text messages.

you and jeno were especially close. people made dating rumors over you, but you two were just friends.

friends that kiss.

friends that make-out sometimes, friends that have seen each other naked, friends that have snuck out to kiss…

call it friends with benefits, call it being close, jeno preferred to call it “no labels”

even so, jeno was always protective. never letting you talk to another prince for too long, having his hand around your waist most times.

-

as another ball was announced, you decided to have some fun with jeno. a beautiful soft pink dress with a longer than normal thigh slit. the collars of the dress laid on your shoulders, revealing most of your top chest. you looked beautiful. stunning.

this would sure rile him up.

as the guests arrived you welcomed them with hugs and side kisses. once the group arrived, you went for jisung instead of jeno.

pulling him into a hug, you say “i missed you sungie, christ you’ve grown taller too!” you look at him. he smiles and rubs the back of his neck. “thanks noona, but it’s only been a few weeks since i last saw you!”

“a few weeks too long, let’s hang out sometime soon jisung. ride horses on thursday?” you suggest to him. “you bet” he replies.

“ahem.”

turning you see the boys and jeno. “are you guys jealous i didn’t talk to you yet??” you fake whine. chenle shrugs. “why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”

“he’s not my-”

“im not her-”

chenle looks at you both. “yeah, sureeee” before leaving to find other guests. jaemin pats jeno’s back while renjun pats yours.

haechan moves you and jeno closer by your shoulders and shakes his head. “good luck.” is all he says to the both of you before walking past you.

“so..” you say, not making eye contact. jeno eyes you up and down before leaning in close to your ear. “don’t test me, princess”

-

the party is going pretty well. jeno and his stares never leave you though. you dance with haechan most of the time. laughing and giggling over whatever while jeno looks like he’s about to break the champagne glass.

haechan totally understands your want to tease jeno and helps you tremendously with that. it’s not like jeno would take you away from the haechan, right? in the dance, you two start doing every extra moves. the crowd backs up a bit and watches you two.

graceful steps and spins have everyone enticed. as it comes to an end, haechan spins you and lifts one of your legs up, he holds onto your lower thigh, revealing the dangerous slit.

as the crowd applauses, you look over at jeno. i swear to god he has the most evil look on his face u cant even explain.

you smile to yourself and move off of haechan, whispering a slight thank you before heading over to where jeno was standing.

“let’s go.” is all he says before grabbing you, practically yanking you outside.

* “stop being a bitch” he says as he manhandles you onto a tree.

“i wasn’t being or acting like anything.” you say. he scoffs and yanks the shoulder straps down your elbow, revealing your strapless bra.

“jeno!” you squeal at him. you quickly ㅡ cover your breasts by crossing your arms but he grabs them and holds them behind the tree.

“stop squirming” he says as hestarts kissing over your chest. jeno leaves miscellaneous hickeys all over and the only thing you can do is throw your head back and moan.

“let’s hurry this up.”

pushing up your dress he parts your underwear and pushes two fingers in. you hiss at his urgency but soon you’re dripping down his knuckles.

moans and whimpers erode from you and jeno smiles at that. before you can cum on his fingers he takes them out and pushes them into your mouth.

“suck.”

as you do, he uses his other hand to loosen his pants. pulling out his member, he strokes it. your legs subconsciously move and he takes his fingers out of your mouth.

“you like watching me stroke myself?” jeno questions. you shyly nod. “fuck.” he whispers. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

as he aligns with your entrance, you are preparing for the girth that is jeno’s cock. he teases at your slit before pushing in.

you immediately clench around him and moan into his ear. he slowly moves back out before sending a deep thrust into you. “harder..please” you whimper in his ear.

you wrap your arms around his neck as he is pistoning inside of you. your boobs jiggle at the harshness of his thrusts and you soon feel close.

“jeno i’m, i-i’m” you mutter out. he understands and goes harder and faster. “you like that?” he leans in your ear.

“you like being treated like a little slut?”

as your eyes go wide the feeling inside of you bursts. you cum on his cock and moan a little too loudly. the tightness inside you causes jeno to cum as well, the spurts of his cum fills your insides.

as he pulls out, jeno kisses your forehead. he helps you clean up and look like you haven’t had the best fuck of your life.

right as you two walk back inside to the party he looks at you.

“you know i love you right?” he asks.

“i love you too jeno.”

—

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[miekasa]

out of the woods (eren jaeger)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x reader

↯ genres and warnings: royalty au (not within the snk universe), knight/bodyguard au, friends? to lovers? implied? perhaps? maybe one day, but eren’s obviously in love with you lol, sorry i had to make jean the token little shit character but i love him

↯ notes: i spend a lot of time thinking about royalty aus in which the reader is in line for the throne and eren is her very impulsive, but very skilled personal guard because i love him

↯ word count: 1.5k

The harsh clinking of metal ringing in your ears is probably the only thing that keeps you from falling asleep in your chair. Eren’s always a bit fidgety when he’s completely suited, covered almost head to toe in armor and weaponry. It’s a bit excessive, too, which is why he’s not required to look like a walking chandelier on a regular basis, and especially not within castle walls—his normal uniform and longsword at his side in case of an unlikely emergency; but for meetings like these, Eren adorns all four layers of shiny, heavy, gold armor.

It’s more of a status symbol, decoration even, than for his or your own protection, really. And it’s his sly way of keeping you awake during long, drawn out civil duties meetings like these; he knows you hate the sound of all the metals clinking together, but it’s an effective way to making sure you don’t fall asleep face first on the table, and embarrass yourself in front of other royalty and noblemen.

Eren’s arguably a little too impulsive to be a knight, especially for one that stands at the right hand of the sole princess to the kingdom; and definitely the most mischievous of all the royal guards. And, as if to prove it, he shakes his wrist near your ear again when he sees you spacing out, prompting you to shake your head reflexively. He has to hold back his chuckle.

“Princess,” both yours and Eren’s attention shift to the voice that calls after you, “You seem a bit… distracted? Is anything the matter?”

The sound of Jean’s voice is enough to make Eren straighten his spine, his noisy wrist falling to rest his hand on your shoulder protectively. Eren feels you relax your shoulders under his touch, a silent message that he’s free to withdraw and do the same, but he stays sharp.

“My apologies, Jean,” you reply, voice kind and steady, “I have quite a bit on my plate, please pardon my absentmindedness.”

Jean hums, a cheshire grin growing on his lips, as his gaze settles on Eren, rather than you. Jean leans forward, the ruffled cravat around his neck tickling his chin as he brings his elbow onto the table, and his cheek to rest against his palm.

“Surely you’re in no immediate danger, princess,” Jean drawls, slowly, eyes now fixated on you, “Your guard dog can stand down in the presence of friends, no?”

Eren grits his teeth, growing more restless with every word that leaves Jean’s irritating mouth. The prick has the audacity to smirk when Eren’s free hand goes to rest against the sheath for his sword.

You, however, simply smile politely. The other men and women of the court are silent around the table; some eyes wide with anticipation, or perhaps anxiety, as the tension between Eren and Jean grows. You look slightly behind Jean, where Armin stands against the wall, his stance neutral, but his face concerned, with a look that speaks a thousand words—or, rather, twelve: tell Eren to relax, or there will be a bloody royal murder.

Carefully, you bend your own arm back, as to place your palm atop Eren’s hand still resting on your shoulder; then looking towards Jean: “Eren is my primary guard and advisor, Prince Jean, just as Marco is to you,” you state calmly, gesturing to the seat at Jean’s right, where Marco is seated, “He is by my side at all times.”

Eren knows that; and Jean knows it, too. He also knows this is a losing battle, but he wants to play, anyway.

“I understand, my lady, but surely there’s no need for Eren to be on guard for high-level threats at such a minuscule gathering,” Jean taunts, looking Eren in the eyes before continuing, “Besides, I’m sure a husband would provide much more civil protection, wouldn’t you agree?”

It takes you squeezing Eren’s hand with all your strength to get him to even think about refraining from unsheathing his sword and putting it through Jean’s head. He feels your orders, but it does nothing to calm him, though; angry, vengeful, green eyes boring into the prince’s soul.

Jean smirks, slips in another sly innuendo about he could please you better than any knight in your court, and Eren almost loses it. His right hand is on the handle of his sword, a glimmer of handcrafted gold peeking through its casing. His moves have the other knights on guard, too; Armin silently signaling for Mikasa to be careful, or ready.

“Eren,” you call, but you’re looking at Jean, “Stand down.”

You have to repeat your words twice more for them to get past Eren’s cloudy mind and growing growls. You squeeze his hand again, and reluctantly, he takes a step back—evens out his footing, removes his hand from your shoulder, lets go of his weapon. His stance is neutral at your right hand now, and the relief in the room is palpable. And audible from Armin, who lets out a sigh; he can rest now, knowing that the foreign prince won’t be beheaded.

With a similar sigh, you stand to address your other guests, “I believe a recess is in order. Mikasa will usher you to the ballroom for hors d’oeuvres and wine. We will reconvene at quarter to the hour.”

The noblemen, advisors, and other royalty nod in acknowledgement, moving to the exit as Mikasa leads them through the castle corridors and into the appropriate room. Prince Jean falls behind the rest, offering you and wink and a cocky grin before being pulled by Marco. Armin is the last to exit, saluting you politely as his stands in the entryway.

“Would you like for some refreshments to be brought to you, princess?” he questions.

“You don’t have to be so formal when they’re not around, you know that,” you smile gently. Armin gapes, a light, embarrassed blush falling across his cheeks, “It’s fine, Armin. I’ll be there shortly.”

Armin nods, giving Eren a look, before finally exiting and following behind the crowd. When you’re alone, Eren finally speaks.

“I don’t like him.” 

“I thought you and Armin were friends,” you joke, pushing yourself from out of your seat and standing next to him. Eren’s side-eye speaks a thousand words, but you find yourself chuckling in response.

“You promised me you’d work on that temper of yours,” you taunt, taking a few steps towards the door. Amused by his pouty demeanor, you extend your hand for Eren to hold like a child, “Come on, knights shouldn’t pout.”

Eren rolls his eyes, gingerly taking your hand, only to spin you around and wrap his arms around your middle. He fits his chin into the crook of your shoulder, “Knights shouldn’t have to justify wanting to murder asshole princes, either.”

“Jean means well,” you say, laughter seeping through your words at Eren’s evident disagreement with your statement. You reach a hand backwards to comb through his hair to quell his irritated state; an action well received, as the taller boy nuzzles his face deeper into your shoulder, his body finally fully relaxing, “He shouldn’t intentionally antagonize you, but he’s still a prince, Eren. You have to be careful.”

Eren huffs, and holds you a little tighter. “Him being a prince means nothing to me.”

“I’m serious,” you sigh, letting the hand in his hair fall down to your side, and then to rest atop his that are over your stomach, “You can’t be that hasty. Your actions could be seen as an attempt on royal blood by the wrong people.”

“And his words could be seen as harassment and defamation of the princess and her associates, in which case I am within my rights to attack, and you are within your rights to sue,” Eren counters. 

He removes his hands from your waist, gently resting them on your shoulders to turn you to face him now. He’s got that stupid look on his face, the one he gets when he’s a little too overly confident, but Eren’s not dumb; he’s impulsive, and passionate, but he knows the law of your land like the back of his hand, particularly where it pertains to protecting you. 

“And he did it while on your land. It would have been defense of the princess—precautionary knightsmanship, really—if I had sliced his head off.”

“Precautionary knightsmanship sounds made up,” you say, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“It’s real. It’s in the knight handbook, trust me,” Eren replies, leaning down to press a single kiss to your forehead. He removes his hands from your shoulders, stepping past you before turning back with one arm extended, “Come on, allow me to escort you to the tiny, not fulfilling, rich people finger foods.”

You chuckle, placing your smaller hand in his, “They’re called hors d’oeuvres, Eren.”

“That sounds even more ridiculous,” he notes, wrapping his fingers around your palm, “Just eat normal meals and portions like the rest of us.”

“You know, you’re allowed to eat the tiny, rich people finger foods, too.”

“I know,” Eren hums, turning his head as he begins to walk you in the direction of the ballroom, “But I’d rather have Jean’s head.”  

[theharrowing]

Dollhouse 💛 1: Easy Peasy

Hoseok’s job is simple: He enters the host’s body, he confiscates or terminates the target, and he gets back into his own body by dinnertime, easy peasy. Until a client comes along who becomes as obsessed with his life as he becomes with theirs, and the lines between their realities begin to blur.

💛 Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi

💛 word count: 2.5k

💛 hired assassin au, sci-fi, established relationships, strangers to lovers, body swapping, graphic violence, infidelity, body dysphoria, smut, fluff, angst, poly, nsfw, smut, 21+

💛 warnings: description of murder via poison

💛 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ 💛 posted jan. 2022 | read on ao3

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It always feels weird to wake up in someone else's body. The discombobulation of space and time, adjusting for hand-eye coordination in a new skinsuit with different length limbs and overall proportions, acclimating as quickly as possible to carry out the tasks at hand. But he always adjusts quickly because he is the best. Nobody is better than Jung Hoseok.

This assignment is the same as any assignment: find the target and either confiscate or terminate. This time, he has to do both. It just so happens that the target individual is in possession of the target information, allowing Hoseok to kill two birds with one stone and get back into his own body by dinnertime. Easy peasy.

"What do you see?" a female voice asks inside Hoseok's head.

Hoseok glances around, blinking heavily, unaccustomed to wearing glasses. He appears to be in a bedroom, plain walls with mahogany paneling encasing him. "I'm in a bedroom. Sitting up now."

"The target will be here shortly, mister Jung. Meet him in the study, two doors down and to the right."

"Got it."

When Hoseok sits up, he feels a little dizzy, holding the host's hands in front of him. They're paler, wrinklier, and thicker than his own. Hoseok closes and opens them, turning them around for a moment; he always stops to marvel at the small things.

Hoseok stands, adjusting quickly to the height and weight differences of the host's body, and makes his way to the bedroom door, glancing around. Everything is dark, rich wood, seemingly handcrafted with care, and Hoseok makes a mental note to incorporate this style into his own home; his husband would love it.

Across from the bedroom doorway is a banister that reaches the length of the floor, spinning delicately into a descent to his left, where a staircase leads down to the main level. Ahead, a large chandelier hangs above the foyer. Hoseok turns to the right, passing a small, thin door before reaching the next, which is opened to the aforementioned study.

Hoseok enters the room, gazing upon book after book, collections of novels, encyclopedias, medical journals, and more. At the host's desk is a box of cigars, and Hoseok sits in the patent leather chair and helps himself, snipping the end off of one and bringing it to his host's lips to light. As the dried tobacco crackles under the heat, Hoseok closes his eyes to inhale deeply. He loves the taste of cigars but only partakes when he's in someone else's body; he doesn't need any more unhealthy addictions of his own.

"By the way, mister Jung, there is a sedative in the top left drawer," the disembodied voice instructs. "Just in case he’s likely to put up any kind of fight. There are other weapons, as well, though the host has asked that you try to make it clean, like a strangulation; something that won't rack up cleaning fees. You'll just need to stir the sedative into his whiskey. Perhaps ready his drink in advance? We have word that his car is pulling into the property now."

"Perfect," Hoseok responds aloud with a grin.

Hoseok opens the desk drawer and pauses to take in the view: a small vial of powder, undoubtedly the sedative, a Glock 17 handgun, various knives, and other small weaponry. Hoseok dusts his fingers over the pistol and mutters, "classic, what a beauty," to himself before taking the vial of powder and closing the drawer.

Behind the desk and to the left is a small table near a large window. On the table is a decanter of liquor and several glasses sitting atop a silver serving tray. Hoseok sets his cigar onto the serving tray, then drops some powder into a glass and pours in whiskey, taking a metal stirring spoon from the side of the matching silver tray to mix the drink. From behind him are footsteps. Hoseok looks over his host's shoulder.

"Ah, here at last!" Hoseok calls to his guest.

The middle-aged man smiles awkwardly and makes his way to Hoseok, sitting slowly in a matching patent leather chair in front of the desk. Hoseok puts down the stirring spoon and pours whiskey into a fresh glass, which he spins in front of his nose before taking a sip.

"N-none for me," his guest stammers.

"Nonsense," Hoseok responds, taking the man's glass in his empty hand. "This is a special occasion, which calls for a special year. 60 years, I believe. Very nice scotch."

This is a lie, of course; the man whose body Hoseok inhabits is a cheapskate with no taste, and for all he knows, this is Four Roses or some such bullshit. But the guest appears to be a cheapskate in his own rite, clad in a wrinkled shirt that doesn't match his gaudy dollar store tie; he'll be none the wiser or, better yet, too afraid to challenge him. The man holds his trembling hand out to take the glass that Hoseok offers.

"I assume you have what I asked for?" Hoseok grins, taking a sip of the whiskey. He stands, towering over the man, who shifts in his seat before reaching his hand in his pocket.

"O-of course," the man mutters, pulling out a thumb drive and setting it before him.

Hoseok sits in the office chair and scoots it forward, taking the thumb drive and bending down to find the computer tower, stashed away in its own compartment below the desk. Hoseok plugs it in and sits up, reaching for the mouse. He locates the hard drive, opens it up, and voilà: exactly what he needed.

"This calls for a toast, indeed," Hoseok chimes, unplugging the hard drive and holding out his drink for the other man to toast him.

The other man does so, his hand shaking as he clinks inexpensive crystal against inexpensive crystal. Hoseok takes a long swig of the bitter liquid, holding eye contact with his guest, who does the same.

"You seem so...nervous," Hoseok purrs with a smirk, almost seductively, making the other man shift once more in his seat.

The man takes another big gulp of his drink, his hand shaking all the while, and Hoseok grins widely. Any moment now.

"What a shame you made this so easy," Hoseok tongues the inside of his host's lip, placing two large hands on the desk before him. "I almost hoped for a little more fight, a little more intrigue."

The man knits his eyebrows, confused and annoyed, but suddenly his eyes widen, fear painted across all of his features. Hoseok chuckles and stands, circling the desk slowly while the man before him gasps and clutches at the wooden surface.

"I was only meant to give you a sedative, but I put in enough of the chemical to shut down your nervous system, so you might just choke yourself to death. I know it feels a little anticlimactic, but I tire of the rigmarole of shooting and stabbing." Hoseok chuckles. "You understand."

The poor guy is a goddamn mess. Eyes bulging, skin turning blue, gasping for air as Hoseok stands before him. Hoseok leans across the desk to grab his drink before recalling how foul the whiskey tastes and tossing it across the room. The glass shatters against a bookshelf, and Hoseok watches intently as the man before him tears at his throat, gurgling and coughing up his own foamy bile and dies pitifully; so much for skirting the cleanup fees. Hoseok considers the cigar he set down on the metal serving tray but decides he's done with all of this.

"Alright, pull me out," Hoseok commands, sitting his host's body on the floor and closing his eyes while the other man writhes and chokes next to him.

"Heard, mister Jung," the voice says. "Clean up crew is on their way."

Everything turns black as Hoseok lays his host's body down. Record timing, as always, Hoseok thinks as his consciousness jumps back into his own vessel. Home before dinner.

"Someone's in a mood tonight," the deep voice grumbles into Hoseok's ear, lips dancing over skin, warm breath ghosting over newly formed goosebumps.

Hoseok's eyelids flutter shut as he sighs with a smile. He is in a mood tonight, it's true. "Sorry, baby," Hoseok grins, turning his head to look his husband in the eyes and peck him on the nose with his heart-shaped lips.

"What can I do to help?" his husband asks, gazing at Hoseok with puppy dog eyes, dimples on full display, and Hoseok feels himself melt just a little.

Namjoon. The love of Hoseok's life. The apple of Hoseok's eye. Sweet, gentle, strong Namjoon. Hoseok feels like a contrast to Namjoon in many ways. Where Hoseok is thin and angular, Namjoon is muscular and soft. Where Hoseok is a little high-strung and antsy, Namjoon is calm and calculated. Hoseok tousles his husband's ash-blond hair, which is beginning to get a bit long in the back, in contrast to Hoseok's short almost-black hair and sharp undercut. Perfect for tugging on, Hoseok thinks, twisting his fingers around the back of Namjoon's head.

Hoseok met Namjoon in college, where they were both studying to be doctors. Hoseok branched off into psychiatrics while Namjoon focused on physical therapy. For as long as Hoseok has known Namjoon, Namjoon has never questioned what exactly it is that Hoseok does, simply accepting that he works for a branch of the government and that his duties are top secret. This is, of course, a lie; the agency Hoseok works for is above the government in every sense of the word, but that's all semantics and nuance and more than Hoseok's precious lapdog husband needs to know.

"Could fix me a stiff drink..." Hoseok suggests as Namjoon wraps his arms around Hoseok's thin waist, tugging Hoseok closer.

Hoseok drapes his long arms over his husband's shoulders, leaning back to see his handsome face.

"I know how you like 'em stiff," Namjoon responds with a wink.

Hoseok tries to keep a straight face, not wanting to give his husband the satisfaction of letting such a terrible line break him, but he can't, fighting as the corners of his lips tug up and down and up. Hoseok scoffs with a disapproving shake of his head.

"Terrible, Joonie. So bad."

"You love me," Namjoon coos, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

"Way too much, really," Hoseok giggles.

Hoseok runs his hands down Namjoon's muscular chest, biting his bottom lip with a long, deep inhale.

"I should eat dinner, but you're so delicious I don't want to take my hands off of you," Hoseok whines.

Namjoon pulls his husband closer, so close that their lips touch. "You could work up even more of an appetite first if you'd like."

Hoseok nips at his husband's bottom lip, all teeth but quick and gentle. Although they've been married for years, they still act like a couple of lovestruck teenagers.

"Alright," Hoseok provokes with a wide, sunshine smile. "Bend over, big boy!"

"We're trying something a little..."

"Risky," Hoseok interrupts.

Hoseok's boss quirks her eyebrow, "Experimental."

It’s only been a day since his last assignment, and Hoseok is none too thrilled to be getting another one just yet. Jumping vessels is exhausting and requires some mental and physical downtime, lest you get burnt out, or worse, lose your grasp on reality.

Hoseok quirks his brow in return. He knows what "experimental" entails, and it's usually dangerous. Hoseok's boss, who is simply referred to as The Boss, is a short middle-aged woman with impeccable style, all 150-or-so centimeters of her standing tall in her stiletto heels, pencil skirt, and flouncy blouse.

"A young chaebol has reached out for our services. His body would be the host body...but instead of a clean enter and exit mission, you'll need to stay a while, gather intel, and possibly execute a target, depending on the intel found. It could take several days, up to a week."

Hoseok takes a long, slow swig from his water, eyes on The Boss. Once he's sure she's done, he inquires, "Why can't the kid find us something, so we're not starting at zero?"

The Boss taps Hoseok on the nose as she retorts, in a mocking tone, "I knew you were going to say that, Hoseok-ssi."

Hoseok clears his throat and glances around the large empty office anxiously. Even when it's just the two of them, he hates being chided. It makes him feel inferior and frustrated.

"Well?" Hoseok finally presses.

"Not everyone is James Bond, Hoseok-ssi. And they're certainly not you. Some people need help securing intel. Quite frankly, you wouldn't have this job if it were that easy."

"It is that easy," Hoseok corrects, taking another drink of water. "Some people are just cowards."

The Boss scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Be that it may, this young man would like your help. We were working with him on a psych eval earlier, and if he passes, which he should, we'll be installing the implant first thing tomorrow morning. We want you to meet with him, go over his contract, and then we should get you in his body and on the mission by the start of next week."

"Who's the target?"

The Boss quirks an eyebrow once more, "His father, Jeon Jaebeom, head of one of the largest law firms in the country as well as one of the largest news outlets. His son thinks he may be up to some nefarious activities but he can't prove it. That's where you come in."

Hoseok rolls his eyes. "Every chaebol family is up to nefarious activities, how else do they become that wealthy?"

The Boss snickers, sending Hoseok a glance that says, "you're one to talk, wealthy murderer-for-hire," winning her a classic Hoseok eyeroll.

"Alright, let's meet this kid," Hoseok sighs.

The Boss walks to her desk, phoning her secretary. "Heyah-ssi, is our client ready? Send him in."

Hoseok sets his glass of water onto a nearby table and straightens his jacket out, already feeling impatient about the mission. Something about inhabiting some spoiled young brat's body much longer than usual doesn't sit right with him. And what will he tell Namjoon when he won't be coming home for several days? It feels like a bother.

The door opens, and Hoseok stifles a gasp as the client enters. Although he seems a little shy, his broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and tattoos littering his hand and forearm paint him as anything but a kid. The client is dressed head-to-toe in black, with black wavy hair hanging over his eyes, and he flicks the tresses out of his face as he reaches out for Hoseok's hand.

"Jung Hoseok, meet Jeon Jeongguk," The Boss announces.

"H-Hey," Jeongguk stammers, taking Hoseok's hand firmly, albeit a little shakily. "Pleasure to meet you."

Hoseok chews the inside of his mouth as he eyes his handsome new client up and down. "The pleasure is all mine, Jeongguk-ssi."

a/n: elements of this story are inspired by the film possessor by brandon chronenberg. i'll be intentionally leaving some tags about characters out for the sake of storytelling. (all violence and smut will be tagged adequately.) let me know what you think! comments and likes keep me going! 💛

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Midnight in Venice

Pairing: Bucky x reader (mob!bucky AU)

Word Count: 940

Summary: You run into some trouble but you know Bucky will show up....

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ Bucky Barnes Character Appreciation Day and mob!bucky. I think this might be the first time I’ve ever written mob!bucky so I’d love your feedback! I hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ PS my amazing and gorgeous divider is by @imerdwarf​ Thank you so much! And thank you @nerdypinupcrystal​ for showing me that scene from ‘The Gentlemen’ and giving me some inspo! 

Warnings: in the beginning it’s a bit angsty- being held captive, light fighting and violence, gun shots, but then it’s soft and sweet and full of love and kinda romantic :) 

The pain in your cheek was nothing compared to the disgust you felt at the man pressed behind you, his slimy hands gripping your hair hard as he held you down against the desk. You had to stay calm and be patient. You had a plan in place in case your husband was late. But he was never late.

Filthy words flew from your assailants’ mouth and you inwardly cringed when he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I know you think your white knight is coming, but he ain’t sweetheart. You’re all mine.”

With a growl he rocks his hips into you, and you feel the bile rise in your throat. You’re thankful for the clothing still separating you as well as the training your husband insisted upon, which you hoped to put to good use soon. Another yank to your hair and you can feel the blade of the knife glide over your cheek, the razor-sharp edge stinging your skin.

You know you don’t have much time. Calming your breath, you quickly assess your surroundings and the man’s position. With one last inhale you bring your heeled foot down hard on the man’s shoe and in the short time he releases you, cock your elbow back and into his nose.

The crunch of bone is satisfying as you hear his loud yelp and you swiftly spin out from under him and back toward the door. He is on his feet with the knife in hand quicker than you had hoped but as you inch closer to the door your nose picks up on the faint scent of something dangerous and you hear the melodic whirr of metal.  

With a smirk and a smooth step to the side, you are out of harms way when the door flies open to reveal your husband with nothing less than a murderous look on his face. He handles his Colt .38 Super with a skill that turns you on, working the pistol with such deftness your assailant is dead with a bullet between his eyes before you can let out the breath you were holding.

He rushes over to you and crushes you to his chest, smoothing his hands down your body and feeling for any injuries. His metal fingers cup your cheek, brushing over the dried blood before he crashes his lips to yours.

The kiss is hungry and hurried, Bucky’s grip on your waist like a vice. His gun digs into your hip and you moan into his mouth, parting your lips for his tongue. He pulls away, breathlessly whispering, “come on doll face. I need to get you out of here.”

He takes your hand, and you rush into the cool night air, your heels clicking along the cobblestone street as Bucky rushes toward one of the small docks. An old man waits by the gondola, smiling when he sees the two of you heading his way.

Bucky kindly asks him for a ride and pulls you onto the boat, his eyes scanning every person you pass. Once you’re safely out on the waterway, he pulls his handkerchief from his jacket pocket and gently dabs at the cut on your cheek.

“I knew you would come,” you tell him, placing your hand over his. Bucky pulls you into his lap and delicately traces the outline of your jaw, pushing some matted hair away from your face.

“I’ll always come. Nothing could ever keep me from you.” He whispers the words against your lips before kissing you, the gentle lap of the water against the gondola the only other sound you hear.

The lights of Venice dance over the calm water as you make your way down toward a hotel for night. “I think you’re going to like this place,” he says with surety.  

When the boat stops, Bucky takes your hand and helps you up and onto the dock, tipping the old man well. His metal arm wraps around your waist and he pulls you into his side as you walk toward the lavish hotel.

Once inside, Bucky speaks to the manager in a hushed voice before several employees rush over and offer their assistance. Bucky rattles off some demands in Italian and you smile, silently thanking him for requesting some of your favorite things.

The room is spacious and elegant with a view to die for. “It’s gorgeous Bucky, thank you.” You walk over and smooth your fingers down the front of this suit jacket. The material feels decadent under your touch and you ache to peel it off him piece by piece.

“Care to join me in the shower?” you ask, lowering your lashes and toying with the buttons. He lifts your hand to his lips and kisses over each knuckle. “I’d love nothing more,” he purrs before turning you in his arms and slowly unzipping your dress.

The fabric falls to the floor in a heap at your feet, your skin pebbling under his feather light touches. You carefully unbutton his suit jacket, pulling it from his shoulders and draping it over the bed. The small buttons of his dress shirt are pulled tight over his broad chest as you work your way down, pulling the silky fabric from his pants.

His eyes never leave yours as you quietly undress him. His rings are the last things you take off, except for the one on his left ring finger. The gold band glitters against the dark gray metal, perfectly matching the intricate lines that detail his arm. It has never come off his hand since the day you put it on. And it never will.

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.3)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

(Sneak Peak)

Summary:  Yoongi tries to steal you away, Geumjae takes something instead.

Tags: Extremely graphic depictions of violence, domestic abuse, blood warning, infidelity, prostitution mention, guns, unsafe driving, murder, nonconsensual scenes of intimacy, angst, 

W/c: 8.8k

A/n: originally I said that part 4 would come out a day or so after this, but because of life events I'm not sure... maybe Friday? this chapter is gonna be super heavy and angsty, ngl. This is also the chapter in which the series teaser came from so all in all I think you’ve already read about 2k of this chapter’

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Part 3: The Gala 

Yoongi feels your scream of pain more than hears it. Your crying, he feels like he’s going to vomit. "Please, Jae- please just-" a wet sound, like a fist, hitting a wound and a thump of a body falling upstairs.

Adrenaline pumping in his ears as he struggles to find you. Hurls open the first two doors on the landing and finding nothing. “I promise I can be good, please- please just stop-” he’s reeling looking for any way up to the third floor and Then he sees it, the nearly hidden door at the end of the hallway.

The stairs up to the attic are so soaked with the scent of your despair. Days and days of it. How many times had Geumjae yanked you up these steps to the torture room upstairs? Yoongi barely remembered that it even existed. It was a room that his father had built in this house for his backroom deals,  Soundproofed and perfect for when they went awry. He’d never let either Geumjae or yoongi go up there; Not once while he’d been alive.

There is a bloody handprint on the wall. Your size.

“Why would I forgive your betrayal, my darling wife? The only thing you had going for you was that you were mine. Now you’re more of a nuisance than anything else. You think I won’t kill you- you fucking bitch? You think you’re safe just because we're married? Well, guess a-fucking-gain!”

When Yoongi sees you on the floor with all of the blood he loses it, grabbing Geumjae around the waist and swinging before he can kick you.  On the floor, you just try not to vomit again. Geumjae has hit you so many times, kicked you in your stomach until you were sick. You don’t know when he broke skin but you can feel the blood on your shirt. Hyejin made you change out of your dress at Yoongi’s house, and the white shirt that smells of Chocolate and ocean salt is stained bright red with your blood.

You wish you’d had a chance to thank her for looking after you, for sneaking you heat repressor pills and birth control so that you didn’t end up pregnant and mated before you wanted to. But you doubt you’ll get the chance to thank her. You doubt you’ll even be breathing after midnight tonight.

The painful aching in your ribs says one of them is probably broken and you can taste blood in the back of your mouth. But all you can do to pull yourself into a ball. Minimizing the amount of you that can be hurt. Your head is spinning so bad from the concussion that when you look up at Geumjae you see double. Why do you see two of Geumjae in front of you now? You close your eyes, pressing your nose into the collar of your shirt and smell Yoongi.

It takes you a few seconds to realize it actually is Yoongi- trying to fight off your husband. You choke on his name in your mouth. No- get away- get away from him he’ll kill you. don’t hurt him- hurt me all you fucking want but don’t fucking hurt him- 

For yourself, it was hard to fight, but if Yoongi’s here you think you can manage it.

You can’t die with me Yoongi. I won’t allow it.

Coming Monday, April 26, @ 5pm EST

[pinkoptics]

AU-gust 2021 Prompts

2. Exotic Vacation

@augustwritingchallenge

Cherik. Modern AU. Still have powers. Mutant Husbands on vacation. Silliness. This is pure silliness. I don’t even know guys. 🤷🏼‍♀️

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“It’s staring at me.”

“It’s not staring at you.”

“It’s staring at me.”

“It’s not staring at you.”

“It is. It’s staring at me.”

Charles put down his book and looked directly, for the first time, at the ‘starer’ in question. Then, he looked sideways at the ‘staree’. “Erik, it’s not staring at you.” He picked his book back up, eyes searching for the line he’d left off on.

“You’re not taking this seriously. It’s plotting. It’s plotting our demise right at this very moment.”

Charles sighed, internally, and placed his bookmark securely in the crease, abandoning the adventures of wizards and elves for another time.

Erik was still talking. “It’s four beady little eyes are boring into my soul. It’s waiting for us to go to sleep. Then we will meet our venomous ends.” He was dead serious.

“More likely eight.”

“What?”

“More likely eight eyes. Most spiders have eight.”

This time it was Erik who looked sideways at him, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Thank you for that, Professor Xavier. How does this help us?”

“I’m a geneticist, not an arachnologist.”

“Only you would know that word.”

“Entomologist, then?”

“Only you would know that word too.”

“Bug scientist?”

“Better.”

“Regardless of my qualifications or lack thereof, I hardly know what you expect me to do about it.”

Erik’s brow creased more deeply than it already was. Clearly, he didn’t know either. The spider in question was large, at least the size of his palm, fuzzy. The sort you’d never find in the continental United States. Only tropical places, like this one, and maybe Australia. Not one you could easily smoosh under your shoe or place a cup over and release back into the wild.

“Besides, it means us no harm.”

Erik rolled his eyes. “You never think anyone means us any harm no matter how many times humans prove otherwise.”

Charles thought about taking the bait. A political argument was likely to distract his husband from the spider idly hanging out in the top corner of the room. However… he’d also just learned that the famed agitator and rebel with a cause, otherwise known as Magneto, was afraid of spiders. There was no way he wasn’t going to have fun with that. He adopted his most obnoxiously arrogant, professorial tone. “I know for a fact it means us no harm.”

“Enlighten me.”

Charles sighed deeply, as if being put upon by someone deeply stupid. “My mutation is…”

“Telep— no, no. You are not suggesting that you can read that spider’s mind.”

“That’s precisely what I’m suggesting.”

“I would think, in all the years we’ve known each other, that I would have noticed if you could read animal minds.”

“Arachnid minds— .”

Erik growled.

“ —Also, he’s rather wondering why it is you’re staring so intently at him, if you must know.”

Erik pounced. On Charles, not the spider. His copy of Fellowship of the Ring skidded off the bed and onto the floor. Despite the loud bang it produced, the spider remained nonplussed and unmoving.

“You’re not serious.”

“While you’ve been falsely accusing him of murderous thoughts, he’s been contemplating a making a meal of the large frogs that have been hopping in and out of here anytime we open the door.”

The look of sheer horror on Erik’s face was a thing of beauty. “You take that back.”

“A scientific fact?”

“I don’t accept it. I will not be able to sleep tonight if I accept it. I will not be able to fuck you senseless in this bed tonight if I accept it.”

It was Charles’ turn to look horrified.

“Well then. It’s docile, it spins pretty webs to catch nothing larger than teeny flies and wishes us a very, very pleasant evening.”

Erik dropped his head and groaned. “If there is anything I do know it’s that this spider does not care about our sex life, this is the most ridiculous conversation we’ve ever had, and if you could read it’s mind, you could convince it to go away.”

The spider, who had not moved even one of its eight legs for more than 30 minutes, began scuttling in the direction of the door that opened to the ocean vista behind it.

“Shall I let the little fellow out?”

Erik moved his head from where it was buried in Charles’ shoulder and looked back.

“Oh no. No no no. This is a coincidence. This is a fucking coincidence. You are absolutely not controlling that spider.”

Charles grinned, kissed Erik’s cheek, gently shoved him off and made his way to the door. He slid it open with a slight flourish and the spider skittered out. Charles stuck his head into the evening air and gave a little wave. “Goodbye Arnold.”

“I hate you.”

Charles closed the door behind him. “There, darling, you’re safe now. No more big, scary spiders.”

“I really hate you.” Erik flopped back and buried his head under a pillow.

“Is that so?”

Charles slid back into the bed and proceeded to prove, in several different ways, why Erik did not hate him, not even a little.

At least, not until months later, vacation long over and securely back home in New York City, when a photo of a spider who looked very much like Arnold the Arachnid somehow found its way into Erik’s sock drawer.

[duskamethyst]

de trop.

a/n: idk why but i love creepy and asshole dabi. also, i noticed i just went slightly over 100 followers. thank you!

word count: 5.3k

genre: quirkless AU, smut, nsfw, mature

warnings: disgusting–  noncon, dubcon, pseudo incest, infidelity, forced breeding, degradation

pairings: touya x f!reader (with mentions of enji x reader)

summary: you and enji are married to each other. there is still tension in his relationship with his children and they are still in the process of accepting you as their new mother but touya takes the initiative to get closer to you.

being married to enji todoroki isn’t easy.

you’re a sight for sore eyes. young with a body that’s to die for. to some people, you were considered as a trophy wife or a gold digger judging from the obvious age gap between the two of you and how wealthy he was. you and enji paid no mind to it, the love and trust you had for each other was more than enough to keep the relationship going and it was all that mattered. you enjoyed playing the role of a little housewife; cooking, cleaning and managing the household while he provided for the family. 

his children had a hard time accepting it but what child wouldn’t when their new (super hot) mom is around their age and the strains they had before you exist in their lives didn’t help either. it took months for any of them to even speak to you, and it’s usually only a couple of words throughout a week. deep inside you knew if they ever had a say in their father’s marriage with you, they would be quick object to it.  

you love them, though– with all your heart. you didn’t want to feel like an outsider. you hope to be in their good graces sooner or later so they could fully accept you into the family. you even tried to learn what their favorite meals are and how to cook it. aside from enji, you’ve never really gotten any compliments for your cooking but it’s okay, you took it as an opportunity to try harder! dinner time was always a bit racking and quiet, neither of you nor his children really tried to talk to each other and even when you tried, you were always answered with one word replies that entirely cut off the whole conversation. after dinner, they’d usually walk out from the room to be alone by themselves, leaving only you and enji by the table. nonetheless, fuyumi was nice enough to help you with the dishes. 

usually it'd only be the same faces you see around the house in the evening: enji, natsuo, fuyumi and shouto. all of them were usually occupied with their normal activities outside the house, leaving you alone to manage whatever there was that needed to be done and the only time you’d usually walk out of the house was when you needed to buy groceries. you’re aware that your husband had a total of four children, but you rarely saw the eldest around and you had no idea what he did for a living. all you knew is that you’re a couple of years older than him.

you saw him once at the wedding ceremony, though only for a short while. enji had introduced you to him; touya. if anything, he seemed rather uninterested about the whole thing but you were grateful that he made an effort to come to the wedding although he was also the first one to leave and you never heard from him ever again. like all people around his age, he probably had a lot going on in his life right now.

turning the corner to the todoroki’s residence, you are suddenly met with a male sitting down in front of the gates. you slow down in your tracks as you try to identify the mysterious guy while your hand clutches on your phone harder in preparation to call the police in case it turns out to be some perpetrator roaming the neighborhood in broad daylight. 

however, the man notices you and turns his head towards you– immediately greeting you with his cerulean orbs; a very prominent feature of the todoroki family. 

“touya?” you call hesitantly as the male stands up on his feet, his hands shoved lazily inside his pockets. 

“yeah.” he simply replies as he eyes you up and down when you walk up to him with a grocery bag in one of your hands.

“it’s nice seeing you again!” you chirp as you look up to him in awe, unnoting the mischievous glint in his eyes and his lips quirk into a lopsided smile. “are you here to see your father?” 

“kinda, yeah.” he scratches the back of his neck as he steps aside to allow you to open the gate for the both of you.

“well, he’s at work right now.” you frown before smiling again when an idea pops inside your head. “but you can stay until he’s back. i’ll cook you something while we wait for him. you must be hungry!”

touya doesn’t answer but instead he follows you inside the house. after sliding into your house slippers, you put down your groceries on the table and swiftly put on your apron before taking out the ingredients to begin cooking. 

“i’m not sure what you like… but i can make curry or omelette rice for now.” 

touya snickers as he leans on the kitchen island, eyeing you as you fish out the vegetables from the refrigerator and the grocery bag, “don’t trouble yourself.”

“oh, i insist!” you wave your hand dismissively. “we’re family, after all.”

you turn to the sink to wash each of the vegetables and eggs thoroughly all while striking up a conversation. as you’re about to reach for the cutting board and the knife, a pair of hands suddenly rests on your shoulders, making you jump in surprise. you turn your head around to see touya looming too close behind you as his gaze boringly through you. 

“um, do you need something?” you ask nervously, wiping your wet hands on your apron that you only wrap around your waist and below. 

he ponders for a moment as he continues to stare at you before speaking, “just wondering how you ended up with a scumbag.”

your eyes widen in shock at the heinous word that rolled off his tongue. you’re well aware of the tension in enji’s relationship with his children but none of them dared to say such words about him– well, at least not in front of you but the mocking smile etched on his lips makes you fumed inside and you’re definitely not having it. 

“listen,” you shove his hands away and turn your body towards him. “if you’re here just to insult any of us, the door is wide open for you.”

touya whistles as he revels in the amusement of watching you play the role of a good little wife for his dear father. such pitiful little thing. throwing your youth away and devoting your life for the man that least deserves it. he finds it even more ridiculous how hot you are and his dad was the one that managed to land you, not him. where the fuck did he even find you? why did you even end up with him? you obviously made a mistake and he wants you to see it.

“how good was it? you got fucked dumb by his cock or something?” he jeers. 

you feel your cheeks begin to heat up from anger and embarrassment from his crude words that your hand instantly lifts up to give him a slap on the face. however, it never reaches his cheek instead he has caught you by the wrist– just a few inches away before he’d actually feel the harsh impact. 

“tsk,” he scowls before twisting your hand and making you turn back around and shoves you in front of the counter as you yelp in pain. “got some fight in you, huh? no wonder that old geezer likes you.”

“t-touya– it hurts!” you whine as you struggle under him. he notices how your ass subconsciously rubs on his groin with each movement and (as if he wasn’t already mid hard from seeing your ass when you bent down in front of the fridge) he feels his cock twitch inside the restraints of his pants. he notices that you might’ve realized it too since you suddenly stop grappling and freeze underneath him. 

“why’d you stop?” he chuckles. “such a tease, aren’t you?” 

a tint of pink spreads across your cheeks in shame this time and you quickly shake your head to deny the outrageous accusation. seeing how fast you change from being so uptight to suddenly becoming uneasy in front of him, he thinks you look like a puppy that just got kicked and trembling in fear. and boy, it sparks some sort of disgusting excitement in him. 

“you see,” touya’s fingers reach for the loose ribbon of the apron, easily tugging it as it comes undone before carelessly discarding it to the floor. “it makes me a little jealous.”

as much as your mind is spinning and how scared you feel right now, your eyes wander around to look for something to protect you since you still have your other free hand to reach for the knife. there’s no way you are going to commit murder but you still could threaten him to leave you alone, the very least. if only you could reach for it, though. 

as if he could read your mind, touya grabs a fistful of your hair that leaves a stinging pain on your scalp in order to pull your body back against his. your neck twists to the side as he forces you to look into his menacing eyes. 

“pay attention to me when i’m talking to you.” a sharp and threatening tone enfolds in his voice as he speaks. before you could retaliate, touya turns both of you around and pushes you down towards the kitchen island with his weight pressing behind you to keep you from escaping. he releases the clutch to your wrist and your hands quickly try to prise the hand that has been holding the back of your head. despite your efforts, his grip only remains tighter and makes you wail in agony. 

“shut up.” you don’t miss the rattling sound of a metal buckle coming from your back. when he releases the grasp on your hair, he swiftly pulls both of your wrists together and next thing you know, the texture of leather can be felt brushing against your skin. 

“touya, let go.” you muster all the courage you still have but your voice betrays you as it comes out weak and meek. 

“no,” he grins. “i like seeing you like this.” he presses his body down further, making you bend down on the counter and you gasp in surprise as he takes the opportunity to rub his hard-on against your ass. 

“fuck.” he growls in your ear. the friction feels like an itch that he finally gets to reach. almost. the soft flesh feels so good against his cock and he can’t help but wonder what it’d feel like to be inside of you. you must be warm and tight. god, he hopes it’s tight. 

it’s wrong. it’s so wrong. you chant inside your head as you find your thighs already pressing against each other while touya is making himself busy finding relief from your back and the grunts in your ear don't help either. you want to cry, you want him to stop but the twisted feeling in your gut tells you otherwise. you feel revolted and disappointed in yourself.

the grinding comes to a halt as he pushes himself back to take off your jeans. the thick fabric is in the way and it isn’t enough for the ache in his pants. his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he relishes in the sight of your ass, adorned with a pair of simple red panties that seems to be provoking him further. 

“shit, you’re gonna make me cream in my pants.” touya smacks the flesh hard enough to see it bounce and you yelp in shock and humiliation. his fingers move around your thigh to reach your clit and to both of your surprise, your juices are already pooling and forming a damp patch on the flimsy fabric. 

your heart stops and your eyes wide open in horror as touya’s sinister laugh rings in your ears. 

“holy fuck. mommy is a fucking whore.” he mocks, voice laced with amusement on his discovery. 

“stop this, touya.” you plea but a sharp pain shoots throughout your body as a hand comes down hard on your ass again. he has one hand pushing you down on the island by the neck, your cheek pressed against the cold marble and one roughly spreads your legs apart before pulling your panties down, the slick forming a clear string from your sopping cunt onto the fabric and eventually splits as it slides down further to the floor. 

“why? you clearly enjoy this.” he breathes against the shell of your ear, making your body shudder in response. you open your mouth to retort, instead a soft mewl slips out from your lips when his fingers creep up on your slits and coating it with your essence. his thumb rubs circles on your throbbing clit and it got you biting your lower lip to stop any more shameful noises from escaping. 

seeing how stubborn you are is leaving him unsatisfied so touya props himself on his knees and pulls you closer to his face by the hips. he swallows almost too loudly when he sees how your pussy is glistening with your slick when he spreads open the folds with his fingers. immediately, he sticks out his tongue and begins to lap off the juices from your dripping cunny. 

“nggh– ” you try to push away but the firm hold he has on your thighs only pulls you closer to his face and cements you in place. you turn your head to look back at the male, but the sight of his face drowning between your ass cheeks only adds more fuel to your arousal. his eyes flutter open and catch you staring. he continues to lock his gaze with yours as he watches you whimper when he inserts his tongue into your wet, gaping hole. 

it feels so lewd, so dirty but fuck it makes your hips jerk desperately closer to his face, wanting his tongue to fuck inside you deeper and drool starts to trickle from the corner of your mouth. the kitchen is filled with nothing but the pants and squelching sounds that are borderline pornographic as he sucks and laps all your essence. touya revels in your flavor as his wet muscle moves in and out deliciously while his mind wanders and curses how enji got to be the one to taste you like this every night. 

“wanna cum already?” he audibly whispers as he realizes how your legs are already trembling. if it wasn't for him holding your thighs, you would’ve sink down to the floor. 

it shouldn’t be a question. of course you want to cum. he’s only asking because he wants to humiliate you and probably to boost his ego. so you remain quiet through the heavy breathing while painfully trying to deny your orgasm. 

a cocky grin quirked on his lips and you don’t miss how his chin and lips are shimmering wet with your juices. touya is strong-willed and he takes your stubbornness as a challenge. he actually prefers to deny you your orgasm but he’ll save it for another time because right now, he wants nothing more than to make you cum on his tongue. 

“can’t hear you, doll face.” he slides in two digits inside your cunt and groans at the way your walls are already milking his fingers. touya can’t wait to ram his cock inside your tight pussy so he sets up a new determination; pumping his fingers fast and deep to make you cum faster. 

an uncomfortable sensation is squeezing down in your core from the intrusion. it gives you some sort of relief and throb at the same time. it feels peculiar; something like you’ve never felt before and it feels so fucking intense. touya rubs deep circles on your clit and you’re no longer able to hold in the moans from your lips and your eyes squeeze shut as the orgasm continues to build until it dramatically crashes down– your vision turns white at your foreign but mind blowing release. 

you erratically pant for air and your eyes flutter open again to realize that you just squirted. 

“that was so fucking hot.” he pulls out his fingers and slaps your pussy. you whine at how your cunt convulses from how empty it suddenly feels. “don’t worry, doll. i’m gonna give you something better.” he coos and gets back up on his feet.

your body is already limp from your release and you’re feeling light headed that you don’t even fight back when touya carries you over his shoulder and walks out from the kitchen. your eyes wander from door to door, thinking that he’s probably marching towards his room. 

but once you land on a familiar large and bouncy bed, eyes staring up to the familiar ceiling– you know something is terribly wrong. as if to reaffirm yourself, you turn your head to the side and you clearly see the picture of you and enji from the wedding ceremony on the vanity. there’s no doubt that touya has brought you to the very room where you share your nights together with your husband. 

your stomach churns once touya immediately hovers above your body and caging you in, a smug and devilish grin curves on his lips. 

“d-don’t do this, touya– ” you whimper, the restraints from your back making you uncomfortable as you try to move. 

“ah, ah.” he shushes you. “after i made you squirt on my face, of course i have to feel your pretty pussy around my cock. bet he never even made you squirt before.” he knows damn well it’s true because he sees the hesitation in your eyes before you look away in embarrassment. 

your bottom part is already bare and naked when he kicked off your jeans and panties before carrying you earlier and he kneels between your thighs to keep your legs spread. touya kisses you before you can even utter another word and he easily slides his tongue inside your mouth when you gasp in surprise. 

while his tongue is roaming around in your mouth, sucking on your tongue and making you pant for air, his hand snakes into your shirt to grab a handful of your breast. he starts to massage your mound, fingers slipping into your bra to rub your hardened nipple with his index and thumb. the kiss breaks as you mewl underneath him and he leans further down and attacks the soft flesh of your neck with his teeth.

“don’t– it’ll leave a mark.” you say between pants. 

touya pulls away to look at you. his turquoise eyes flash between amusement and bewilderment. “that’s the only thing you’re worried about?” he cackles. “not at the fact that another guy is gonna fuck you on your husband’s bed?”

your cheeks burn pink in shame when you realize that he’s right. you’re worried about the wrong thing. your mind fumbles to find the right words, to make it make sense when you’re also trying to reason with yourself in this compromising position. 

touya realizes the question strikes something in you from the perplexed look on your face and he finds great pleasure in it. your attention draws back to him as he suddenly lifts up your shirt, a brow raises when he notices you’re sporting a front clasp bra. you’re really making this easy for him, aren’t you? it’s almost like you’re asking for it. 

“then i’ll leave a mark where no one can see.” he suggests nonchalantly, reaching to unclasp your bra before your breasts pours out from the confinements. touya leans down to suck on one nipple while he flicks the other with his finger, sending waves of pleasure down to your core. you squeal at the sensitivity, thighs unable to press against each other for relief because his own legs keep you nice and open. 

touya continues to suck and nibble harshly on the skin of your breasts, still intent to leave bruising marks all over your chest while you try to shake him away. while the possibility of having marks on your neck is bad, having them on your breasts are even worse. should enji wants to fuck you tonight, would he let you keep a shirt on? would it seem weird? his orders are absolute and you always listened like a good girl but what if–

“you’ll be sore by tonight, i don’t think you can take another cock inside your slutty cunt.” as if he could read your mind, he interrupts your train of thoughts.

touya stands on his knees and a sense of pride washes over him as he takes in the view of littering bruises on your breasts and the flustered look on your face. he continues to take off his jeans and boxers down to his knees before kicking them off the bed. his hard cock finally getting an alleviation as it springs free from the restraints of his jeans for too long. 

the tip is already flushed with a bead of precum and you swallow heavily at the girth– it’s not as thick as enji’s but the length makes up for it. touya begins to line his cock with your entrance, mixing the pre from the tip with the juices from your sopping pussy. a soft whine finds its way past your lips as he rubs his tip through your folds and teases your neglected clit. 

“are you gonna let me fuck this pretty little pussy?” he nudges your clit as his cold gaze pierces through you. “on your husband’s bed?”

the reason touya never stops pointing it out is simply because he likes it. he gets off to the thought that he gets to fuck his dad’s hot wife on his own bed and especially when she is this submissive and vulnerable. above all, enji is his least favorite person in this world. 

you seem reluctant but there’s a brief glint of lust in your doe eyes and it makes his cock grow impossibly bigger. 

“if you’re not gonna answer me, i’ll just leave you like this until he comes home.” the threat masks his impatience. he can’t wait to fill you to the brim and make you cream all around his cock. 

you shake your head, “n-no, don’t! i– please...”

“please, what?” he snickers, slowly poking his tip just by the entrance before pulling out and it affects your body just as much as his. “tell me what you want.”

“please,” you purse your lips flat, bracing yourself before the next few words. “f-fuck me.” 

touya pushes your legs back to your chest before pulling you back down closer to him. a hiss slips out from his lips as he protrudes into your warm cunt– it’s everything he imagined it to be and you’re already sucking him in. you’re so perfect for him.

“so fucking tight,” he growls as he inches in deeper until he’s in balls deep while you squirm underneath him. “i don’t think he fucked you right.”

that’s wrong. in fact, your sex life has been fulfilling. enji can be rough but he can be gentle when you ask him to. the only extra points touya gets is the fact that he managed to make you squirt once and nothing more than that! hopefully.

the current position makes you put your weight on your back and it’s causing discomfort when you have your arms tied behind you but the moment touya starts to pound into your pussy, the ache suddenly becomes the least of your worries and is replaced by the feeling of being stuffed full by his cock. you can feel the popping vein brushing against your walls each time he rams in. 

thanks to your dripping cunt, his pace is relentless and you quickly become nothing more than a moaning mess. 

“who’s fucking you– hah– this good?” he grunts, eyes watching you as your face contorts into a blissful expression with his every thrust. he smacks and bite your thigh roughly in an attempt to draw your attention to him. 

“y-you are!” you wail in a mixture of shame, pain and pleasure. 

“what’s my name, slut?” 

“t-touya!” the lack of resistance in your voice surprises not only you but also him.

he lets out a throaty chuckle, “don’t tell me you’re already dumb on my cock?” he rams deeper and you can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. “such a dirty whore.”

you find yourself not able to care about the crude names he’s throwing at you anymore. he’s right, you’re already drunk on his cock. touya rejoices in the sight before him and burns the image deep inside his memory. he wishes he could send a picture of you to his father, his mind already picturing the horrid look on his face and it serves as a fuel to the firing resentment inside him.

“you like me fucking you while your husband is out?” the thought of it is so revolting but it somehow makes your pussy throb. it’s as if there’s an ongoing war inside your head and your body seems to betray you.

he presses down on your clit and you feel your pussy clench tighter around his cock. the pressure that has been building overtime feels so tight and it’s threatening to snap. 

“ah– gonna cum!” you cry. you feel so close and your toes are already curled in anticipation for your next orgasm. 

but you’re suddenly pulled far away from your awaiting orgasm and you let out a pathetic whine when touya suddenly stops ramming his cock inside you. 

“if you’re gonna cum on my cock,” he grabs you firmly before rolling to the side so he’s laying on his back while you’re propped up above him with his cock still inside you. “then you gotta work for it.”

instinctively, your hips begin to roll desperately. you’re just so horny and so needy for his cock. 

“that’s a good slut.” he moans. his hands rests firmly on your hips to guide and help you from falling down as you wildly bounce on his cock. suddenly, the sound of a shredded fabric rings in your ears and you realize that touya has ripped off the shirt that you still had on earlier while your bra is already hanging loosely down your arms.

now everything is perfect. your back is arched and your amazing tits are bouncing up and down in front of him while you ride his cock in desperation to reach for your high. 

“tell me i fuck you better than your husband does.” he teases your clit with his thumb and your head lulls back from the intensity and tingling sensation in your core. 

you bite your lip so hard, it could draw blood. you don’t answer him but instead you try to grind closer and harder on his mere touch, your mouth agape as you whine like the bitch in heat you are.

“say it.” he presses his thumb harder but draws back immediately when your body starts to shake. you’re panting for air and the roll of your hips start to stutter though still aching for your release.

“t-touya, i want to–”

“then let me hear you fucking say it,” he smacks your thigh before gripping your hips to force you to stay completely still. “you had no problem screaming my name earlier.” he mocks, fingers digging into your flesh.

your slick is dripping down on his balls, your walls are already clenching on his cock and you’re just longing for some friction to fully push you over the edge. “you fuck me so much better than him, touya.”

“mmhmm,” he lets out a triumph sigh, guiding your hips to move agonizingly. “what else?”

what else? what else does he want you to say? your mind is already hazy with lust and the tight coil in your guts are begging to snap any time soon. 

“i-i want you so much! need your cock! want your cock to make me–  ah!” 

touya lifts up your hips slightly and slams deep inside your cunt. an overwhelming sensation aches deliciously in you core and it only grows more with every thrust. strings of curses escape from his lips and his fingers bury in so deep into your skin, you’re certain that it’s going to leave more marks on your body. 

his thrusts are so vicious and you can’t prop yourself up any longer and it results in you quickly melting down to his sweaty chest. his hands clutches the meat of your ass as he lifts up his hips higher and continuously rams inside your pussy while your hips buck to meet his thrusts. 

“ngh– fuck. right there!” you moan as your body quivers and there’s the presence of that intense feeling again. a feeling you can’t quite catch in the pits of your stomach but is begging to come out. with a snap of his hips and his teeth sinking on your shoulder, a potent wave of pleasure washes throughout your body and you could see stars. your hips shake brutally from the results of the impact and your mouth parts to a silent scream. 

your breathing turns inconsistent as you find solace in his rapid heartbeat. 

“you’re not lying, huh?” he muses. you look up at him meekly and confused but his eyes are concentrated where your bodies are joined together and he’s very pleased. “you really needed my cock to squirt.” 

the bed sheet is soaked now. the very bed where you and enji always cuddle up against each other and you ruined it. because of another man, and not just any man– has caused you to wreck it. 

“i’m not done with you yet.” touya pulls out his cock and pushes himself off of you so you’re laying weakly on your stomach. he positions behind you before lifting up your hips, forcing your back to arch and ass to perk while your cheek rests against the mattress. your body shivers as you feel his tongue licks a strip of your juices. a groan erupts from his throat as he mercilessly slides his cock inside your dripping cunny. you wail from the overstimulation but he pays no mind to it as he remains rutting his hips in pursuit of his own orgasm. 

“that’s it, doll. so– fucking good.” he breathes as he picks up his pace while you whimper underneath him. “you can take it, yeah.” you hope that he’s showing you concern but the tone of his voice implies that it’s a command rather than a question. 

the grasps on your hips are tighter each time he impales his cock inside you. his thrusts are so strong that you can feel your head getting closer to the headboard. the lecherous noises of skin slapping against each other reverberates throughout the huge room, almost loud enough to overpower both of your gasps and moans. 

“i’m gonna fill this slutty cunt with my cum,” he grunts, rutting his hips faster. “you want it, right? fuck– make you carry my children.” 

realization shoots through you and tears start to well in the corner of your eyes. “no, no. please, not inside!” 

his sporadic pace starts to falter before his cock twitches inside you and you feel warm, ropes of cum filling up inside you. touya breathes heavily and his semen drips along from your pussy as he pulls out his cock. he keeps your hips in place as he shoves back in the cum inside with his finger before untying your wrists and laying down next to you to catch his breath. 

“don’t worry your pretty head. the bastard will never find out.” he suddenly interrupts after a brief moment of silence. you both know what he’s going on about and it’s definitely not the bruises nor how messed up the bed is. 

“h-how?” 

“it’s gonna come out of you. he’s never gonna ask any questions.” 

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