#3970

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#3970 ＠ 沖縄県八重山郡与那国町与那国（与那国空港）

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3970 Chicago, IL 11/13/2024

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Fandom Problem # 3970

One of my least favorite trends among Tumblr-y folk is pretending anything they don't like is "homophobic" and "for straight people", especially things that 1) contain positive queer characters and relationships 2) by queer creators and 3) has a largely queer fanbase

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as a junho lover i am BEGGING you to please release the fic you had 😭😭😭😭

Hwang Jun-Ho x detective! Reader

Words: 3970

google docs pages: 6

Warnings: Platonic relationship mostly, but squint and it’s not. Squid Game season 1 spoilers, violence, guns, choking, character death but not major. 

Opening: You and Jun-ho are colleagues and your shift tonight would only consist of being on patrol. This leads to a lot of talking as per usual, before you spot something suspicious.

AN// G/N reader. A lot of you wanted me to post this ancient piece of media back up, so your wish is my command. This was actually fun for me to read as well. This was last posted in 2021 and soon after deleted, no memory of why I did that :”D. But I hope yall will still enjoy this s1 inspired fic ! And before anyone asks, I won't write a pt 2 for this, since I don't remember where I was taking this story initially;(

“I know you miss him.”

You were walking behind Jun-ho towards his car. Tonight's shift would be just you and him on patrol. There was nothing surprising with that, since he was your partner and you had gotten to know him pretty well over the years. But the problem was that you hadn’t slept well last night, and you had forgotten to bring your lunch while in a hurry this morning. So this meant that you'd either have to be without food the whole night or beg for Jun-ho to stop for a moment before the stores closed.

You watched how Jun-ho unlocked the doors of the car. The front lights lit up for a second, Indicating the doors had opened. He stepped into the driver's seat and sat down. You soon followed and sat down on the seat next to him. Nothing out of the ordinary, another normal shift. 

The car was almost fully white, with two stripes going on both of the sides. The smaller stripe was yellow and on top of that was a larger stripe in blue. Under the stripes was text that said ‘Police’. On the roof of the car, there were the usual police red and blue lights but also a bigger light for searching in the dark. The seats were fully black, like most of the car was on the inside.

Jun-ho started the car, and slowly drove away from the police office. The sun had gone down a little bit ago, and slowly but surely the street lights had turned on. It had rained earlier that day, so the streets were a little wet still. The car had no lights on inside, only the lights on the control board were illuminating a soft light against whatever it managed to touch. The street lamps passing by allowing some more light to come in every once in a while. This was exactly what you were used to, since the two of you had been on night patrol a lot recently.

You sat in silence as Jun-ho drove through the familiar streets. Watching the yellowish lights as they passed you, one by one. Your gaze wandered off to Jun-ho. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling, since he was only looking at the road with no defined expression on his face. He had told you on your last shift that he hadn’t seen his brother in a while, but you weren’t sure if he had been found already or not. Not sure if it was appropriate to ask about it again, seeing as it might have been a sensitive topic. But if Jun-ho was feeling out of it, you weren’t sure if he should be working a night shift.

“Hey, could we stop by a store? I forgot my ‘lunch’, and I don't want to pull an all-nighter without anything to eat.” You requested with a hint of embarrassment in your voice. But it was either this or having to suffer through the night with no food. Either way, this was maybe the best way to start a conversation, to see how  your partner was doing. Jun-ho turned his gaze at you for a little bit before he replied. “Sure, just make it quick.” He said with a nod. 

Soon the car pulled up near a store and you left to grab something to eat. Knowing that you didn't have a lot of time, you just took the nearest thing that happened to be some sort of a salad. You grabbed the nearest energy drink just to be sure the night would pass smoothly, and went to pay. As you were walking back to the car, you saw Jun-ho writing something on his phone. Not thinking much of it, and seating yourself back down next to him. “Sorry for this. I’ll try to wake up earlier next time.” You apologized, while placing the food on the back seat. “It’s okay. You didn’t waste much time.” He hummed as a reply, and started the car again. The small walkie talkie that he had connected to his belt was making noise. The other officers that were on the same shift seemed to be actively talking right now. This didn’t worry you yet, since they would have contacted you two if something was going on nearby.

After a while of going around the part of the town you were supposed to patro, you reached back to get the energy drink. Staying up late last night had started to turn against you, starting to feel awfully worn out by now. Your eyes were looking at the almost empty streets, as you lifted the can up to your lips. 

Your gaze detected movement on the road, and soon seeing a dog crossing the street. Jun-ho didn’t seem to be bothered by it, continuing on. Panicking for a moment when the realisation hit you that he must have not seen the damn thing. You quickly put the can on the cup holder. “Stop, there’s a dog!” You exclaimed to Jun-ho. His eyes widened and he pressed down the brakes. The car stopped just in time, and the dog crossed the road quickly, with its tail in between its legs. Your body almost hit the dashboard, but thankfully your seat belt held you in place. You were both staring at the road with widened eyes. All you could hear was heavy breathing that was coming from the both of you. 

You slowly leaned back and rested your body on the seat. “Pull the car on the side of the road.” You demanded quietly, voice firm. Jun-ho did as you requested, and parked the car on the side. “How did you not see the dog?” You asked in a much calmer voice, body seemingly still in some form of shock. You didn’t want to be mean to him, since it could have just been a mistake on his part. “I was in my thoughts. I’m sorry for putting you in danger.” Jun-ho sighed, with his gaze avoiding you. “Now, you look at me and tell me what is going on. You seem totally out of it?” You huffed and tilted your head in confusion. It took him a while, but he turned to look at you again. “And now the second part. Are you doing okay?” You asked the question in a different way so he couldn’t avoid the topic. “I’m doing just fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all. I promise.” Jun-ho tried to convince you.

He turned away to start the car again, but you had other plans. “Have they found your brother yet?” You asked with a more monotone voice. Trying to dig a little deeper this time. Straight after saying this, Jun-ho stopped completely for a brief moment. “He’s…still missing.” The man admitted quietly while looking at the windshield. He leaned back on the seat like you had done and closed his eyes. You furrowed your brows in worry. Before you were able to reply, he continued. “I have reported him as missing already, but they can’t seem to find him. I have some evidence of..something but nothing that would actually help.” He pressed his palms against the steering wheel firmly, eyes opening again.

You looked at him with a freshly formed frown on your face. “What's the evidence you’ve found so far?” You asked, interested in the topic because you wanted to help him. “A card with a circle, triangle and a square on it. My brother had one in his room and I recently saw another man have a similar card. They’re related but I don’t know how.” Jun-ho replied, and turned his gaze back to you with sorrow behind his eyes. “Well, have you talked to the man yet? Maybe he knows what’s going on?” You tilted your head. “I tried to, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to tell me anything..” The man sighed again, but this time with more frustration. “I know you miss him, but you can’t give up. Did you see what was written on the card?” You patted his shoulder, an attempt to wipe the saddened look off of his face. “There was only a number on the back, nothing more.” He explained, not much to go off of. “We need a little more evidence to really start looking into this, but I can try to help you. I’m sure we can find him.”  You tried to smile a little and offered a hug to him. Jun-ho looked at you for a moment and accepted the offer.

After you had pulled back from the hug, the walkie talkie started to make noise again. Jun-ho answered it quickly. The person talking to Jun-ho told him to switch cars to a civil one, because they had spotted something going on near you two. Jun-ho ended the call, and started the car again. “Seems like we’ve got a case on our hands.” He hummed, and pulled the car back on the road. Like nothing had happened.

At this hour it was fully dark. Only the street lights, signs and the lights from the car broke veil the darkness. There were only a few people walking on the streets, most likely coming from a bar. 

Before you knew it, you had arrived all the way back to the police office. You could barely see the whole building in the dark, the city having not invested a whole lot on the building. Jun-ho took the keys from the car and stepped out. You took your items and followed him, hurrying to the side of the car he was standing by. He led you to a fully black car, around the corner from the office. “Let’s be quick.” He stated quietly and opened the door to the passenger seat. You smiled at him kindly, and stepped in. He soon sat down on the driver's side and pulled the car onto the road. “Where are we going?” You asked while putting on your seat belt. “Here.” Jun-ho said as he was typing the location on the navigator. You didn’t recognize the street’s name, but you decided to not ask where it was located. You’d see soon enough. “Did they tell you what was going on there?” You asked for more information, hoping that Jun-ho didn’t mind. “Someone who we have been looking for has been reported to be in that area. We were called to check if he’s still there.” Jun-ho quickly explained while driving faster. You two didn’t have time to lose, since the man could get away any moment. 

The navigator kept giving directions, and Jun-ho was following them. You seemed to be getting closer by the second. But suddenly Jun-ho slowed down the whole car. “What are you doing?” You questioned your partner. But what you didn’t know was that he had seen something far more important to him than the person you two had been called to look for. “That’s him. That’s the man that had the same card as my brother.” Jun-ho said quietly before he started to back up the car. He backed in the shadows and turned off the lights from the car. “I might get fired for this, but I'll make sure that you’ll be fine.” The man murmured, as his eyes were following Gi-hun get picked up by a big van. “Wait- Are you trying to tell me that you’ll disobey the request to find the man the office has been looking for just to follow him? What if we end up in danger? There’s no backup.” Your heart beat got faster the more you thought about this. This didn’t seem like the worst case scenario was going to be fired, but something way worse. “This might be my only chance to get to know where my brother is. I’m not letting this go.” He replied with confidence in his voice.

As much as you appreciated and trusted this man, you weren’t sure if you should tell him no. And even if you did, would he even listen at this point. Before you had time to say anything against his plan, the van started to drive away. Jun-ho started to slowly shadow it. He had turned off all the lights from the car, and he wasn’t using the headlights either. You had never been in a situation like this, but there was no getting out of this now.

“Do you have a phone?” Jun-ho asked with a more serious tone. “Y-yes, why?” You asked but still showed him your phone. It was almost fully charged, only a few percents missing. “Good. Just in case we get separated.” He nodded and kept following the van. “So are you saying we might? We’re not getting out of this car are we?” You asked in a panicked voice. “You don’t have to. But I want to know what’s going on. They’re clearly going somewhere and my brother has to be somewhere with them.” Jun-ho spoke, attention clearly keen on the van. 

Soon the van stopped. The navigator showed that you were close to a port. Suddenly you were able to see multiple of the same kind of van going the same way. They all turned and started to drive towards a cargo ship. There was a lot of space for all the vans and some people with red clothing showing where the vans should be parked. Seemingly a well orchestrated operation, whatever this was.

Jun-ho stopped the car and parked it so that it wouldn’t be too easy to see. “Now. You stay here, and I’ll call you in a little bit once I have found out what's going on here.” Jun-ho started to undo his seat belt and get out. “Wait- We don’t even know who these people are, and we don’t have any backup. What if they come and ask what I’m doing here?” You started to get restless. “Just..” Jun-ho had to think about this for a moment. “Tell them you’re waiting for your boyfriend.” He finally said and closed the door. Your eyes widened for a moment but before you could form any words, he was gone. 

There were more lights near the port, so it was easy to see all the grey vans enter the ship. There were huge yellow towers built to hover on top of the bridge that led to the ship that had multiple bright lights showing the way to the drivers of the vans. There didn’t seem to be anyone else but more of the people with the red suits. The situation unfolding before your eyes, seemingly sketchier by the minute.

It was hard to see, but you could make out where Jun-ho was standing. He took out his phone and started to type something. You started to look even more worried. Now wasn’t the best time to start looking at your phone. The worry caused your hand to start wandering closer to the door handle. Your eyes were still focused on him, and you saw when he switched the phone to a gun. Only hoping it was loaded full, but it wasn’t safe anyway to go on a mission like this with only one gun anyway.

As your hand started to open the door, Jun-ho ran from the place he was hiding in. From what you could see he had hidden behind one of the vans. “Damn it..” You cussed under your breath and got out of the car. After making sure that there was no one around, you ran towards another van, and copied what he did. You got on your back and quickly got under the van. Quickly finding something to hold on to and lift your body up from the ground.

Soon after doing this the vans started to all move in the cargo ship. There was some talking  you could hear, and after that the ship left the port. You had no idea where the two of you were going, but you had to follow your partner. You would never forgive yourself if he never came back from this mission that no one even had an idea you two were on. Knowing no one would believe you if you told them Jun-ho had disappeared just like his brother.

The vans you had gotten under were neatly parked next to each other, near the back of the ship. You saw him shift and then get up, still staying behind the van. You took a quiet deep breath and followed his lead. “Hey.” You whispered quietly, so that no one would hear you. With a quick movement he was pointing his gun at you, before he realised who it was. “What are you doing?! I told you to stay in the car?” He whispered back with tension in his voice. “And I’d go to the office alone, to explain to the boss where you had disappeared? As if they’d believe me.” You murmured back. He then quickly switched to your side. “Do you have your gun?” He whispered close to your ear. You shivered slightly at this, placing your hand over the firearm. “I do, it’s full,”  you whispered back. He only nodded at you and went to peek over the edge of the van. While he was doing that someone started to talk through a microphone. “Check the players,” echoed through the ship. With this the side doors of the vans opened by themselves. 

“Get in.” Jun-ho whispered quickly before he stepped in one of the vans. Without another thought you stepped in the van that Jun-ho had been under, ready to follow his lead. Knowing by now how sensitive this situation was. One wrong move, and you’d truly see what these men dressed in red were truly up to.

Your eyes scanned the people sitting in the van. You couldn’t see too well, no lights on in the vans. But no matter how well you looked, you couldn’t see anyone that even slightly looked like Jun-ho’s brother. Before you knew it, you heard the drivers of the cars step out. Your eyes widened. The only thing you could think of was to pretend to be one of the people in the van. 

You sat down on one of the seats at the back, and pretended to sleep. You were able to open one of your eyes slightly, trying to stay up to date on what was happening. You saw a masked person with a full red suit and a black mask with a white circle on it. They were scanning the other people in the van by checking something from behind their ears. You had no idea what Jun-ho was going to do, but as the suited person started to come closer to you. Knowing you didn’t have whatever the others had gotten placed behind their ears, you prepared to attack the suited man. 

 They tested one of your ears and then turned your head to test your other ear. Not being able to find the chip they were looking for. You opened your eyes and quickly attacked them. You hit the mask so that the person fell backwards, buying yourself some time. While they were trying to get up, you moved behind them. The person tried to stab you with a black knife, but you dodged it. You took a hold of their wrist and repeatedly hit it against the seats of the van, until they let go of the knife.  With that you hit their head with your knee and began to choke them. Trying to make as little noise as possible as to not alert any of their companions.

The van moved a little as the person struggled until they started to go limp. You let go of the pink suited person, and took a deep breath. Your heart beat was going crazy at this point, and your hands were shaking. Not once during your time as a detective had you had to fight like this for your life. The idea of you two being alone on this mission, and not even knowing if Jun-ho was alive scared you. 

You knew that you didn’t have a lot of time, so you began to strip the pink suit off the person. It was better to hide in plain sight, especially if they were all dressed the same. You took off the mask as well and dressed up. You had no clue what the job of this person was, other than checking the players and driving the van, but maybe you’d be able to just follow the others. After getting the suit on, you took your tag that showed who you were off, and placed it in the pocket of the person that was now wearing your clothes. 

After that you lifted up the body of the person, attempting to drag them outside the van. Not being used to doing something like this made it hard to lift up a whole body alone. While struggling you wobbled to the edge of the ship, and dropped the body in water. After this you turned around to see where you were supposed to go, you saw another pink suited person. They heard you and turned around. You froze up, not really having a plan to go off of. You felt a tap on your shoulder. “I saw what you did.” A man’s voice said. You could tell it was Jun-ho’s, since it was more muffled due to the mask. But you took the gamble. “You did the same,” You mumbled back. The other masked person made no move to harm you, confirming you’d been correct.

“Hey, you two!” You both turned to look at who was talking to you. There was a person in a pink suit, but this one had a triangle on the mask and a gun. Behind them there was another pink suited person. Only, they had a square on their mask and no gun in hand. You were too stressed out to say anything, and you assumed Jun-ho could sense this since he started to talk. “This is...They were feeling sea sick.” Jun-ho said to the triangle. They didn’t reply, but the square stepped forward, pointing their gun down. 

Their behaviour made you wonder if the symbols on their masks had something to do with their ranking system. Attempting to figure it out while Jun-ho was conversing with them. Square, then triangle, and that left the circle. And if it was the last one it meant that it was the lowest position. “Did you forget the rules?” A man’s voice said from behind the square mask. “You do not speak without your supervisor’s approval.” They continued. You were trying to make your breathing as calm as possible, so that the square wouldn’t notice anything. “Go wait in the cabin,” the square ordered. He gave you and Jun-ho a stare before walking away, taking the triangle with him. 

After they had left you put your hand on your chest to take a breather. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, and you couldn’t even blame Jun-ho. You had killed a random man a minute ago and after that you were pointed a gun at, and it was most likely only going to get worse from here.

“Are you doing alright?” Jun-ho’s voice asked, as he kneeled down a little, and pulled your upper body back up by your shoulder. “We have to get to these ‘cabins’, just follow me. Please?” Jun-ho kept talking to you. Giving you a moment to recollect yourself after the encounter. “I’ll recover, I just need to rest for a moment…” You exhaled while looking at your shaky hands. With that you nodded and Jun-ho started to walk up the stairs, where the other circles had gone as well.

[my-my-my]

Hello! I haven’t figured out if your requests are still open, in that case I apologize. You write Aizen in a magnificent way and I was wondering if I can submit a request. I was thinking of “Aizen x female reader”. To be specific, Aizen having sex with Urahara’s sister? I see him as the type to do that, help😽

Thank you for your kind words! Also I LOVE your idea. It took me a fair bit to grapple with it, but I hope you like and enjoy it! I've also been an AU mood, so I hope that's ok!

I low-key hc Urahara as a little brother since he gives spoiled baby brother vibes, so reader is his older sister for this 🤭.

NSFW: Aizen x (Slightly) Older Reader, Kisuke's out-and-about... and may have an idea of what's happening.

Word Count: 3970 words

[Click here to read on AO3.]

This is arguably one of the longest things I've written. I really ran with this idea lol.

It bothered Sosuke to no end to see his lab mate, Urahara Kisuke, clumsily complete his portion of the PowerPoint presentation that they were both presenting… one hour before their class.

Beyond the fake, thick lensed glasses, and the tight, yet polite smile, Sosuke was seething that the clown in front of him was getting a higher grade in their Applications of Chemometrics class.

“Urahara-san, I can help with your portion of the PowerPoint.” Sosuke offered, to the bewildered-looking Kisuke. His pale blonde hair was disheveled, his clothes in disarray, and the dark bags under his eyes emphasizing how haggard he looked.

Kisuke made a motion for Sosuke to stop talking, as he focused on the screen in front of him, muttering his key points under his breath.

“Have this then.” Sosuke curtly said, handing him a medium cup of coffee with some sugar. The one thing he knew Kisuke wouldn’t say no to. Kisuke immediately grabbed the drink and chugged it down quickly, surprising Sosuke at how the man didn’t flinch at the hot liquid burning his throat.

“Thanks for that, Aizen-san!” Kisuke beemed at him, as if the coffee was key to transform him into his usual, lackadaisical self. The man had a large grin on his face as he happily typed the rest of his points on to the slide deck.

Sosuke looked at him, dismayed again, by the notion that someone of Kisuke’s intellect, was still so… foolish.

“That went well, don’t you think Aizen-san?” Kisuke laughed as he patted Sosuke on the back.

Sosuke let out a sign, “yes, it did. But it surely would’ve been better if you spent more time preparing.”

Kisuke’s laughs increased, as if he was snickering, “and where would the fun be in that?”

“You call this fun!?” Sosuke asked, exasperated.

“Anyways, why don’t you come to my family home for Golden Week? And don’t tell me you can’t because, you’re going to be studying.” Kisuke said, drawing out his sentence in a teasing tone. “We’re taking the same courses, and we don’t have any assignments due for the next few weeks.”

Sosuke glared at him, “no.” Kisuke pouted, which Sosuke hated.

“C’mon!” Kisuke whined, “I know you’re just going to hole yourself in the library.”

“I don’t want to meet the family of whoever gave rise to you.” Sosuke remarked, making his way to the chemistry labs.

“I have it on good authority, that there is only one of me, Aizen-san!” Urahara said, snickering at him. “The rest of my family, is what you would call…” Urahara tilted his head to the ceiling, thinking, “normal.”

Sosuke scoffed again, “I doubt that.”

“Then let’s have a bet! If you stay with me for Golden Week, and you don’t find my family normal, I owe you 20,000 yen.” Kisuke said, grinning as he extended his hand. Sosuke glared at him, staring at Kisuke’s open hand and the smug look on the blonde man’s face.

“You have yourself a deal.” Sosuke said, shaking Kisuke’s hand in a firm grip.

“And welcome to my humble abode!” Urahara exclaimed spreading his arms wide at the entrance to his home. The Urahara estate was surprisingly grand in nature. Well, Sosuke wasn’t too surprised, because the careless behaviour Kisuke exhibited from time to time always came across as someone who didn’t really understand the value of money.

The garden seemed well maintained, and the house was in perfect shape, with modest decor. A complete contrast to the utter disgust and horror of Kisuke’s personal apartment near campus.

Kisuke instructed Sosuke to leave his belongings near the entrance, as “the housekeeper will put in your room.” Which again, did not surprise Sosuke that Kisuke relied on a housekeeper.

“How long have you had a housekeeper for?” Sosuke inquired, as Kisuke led them to the sitting room. There were no family photos, but beautiful pieces of artwork and paintings filling the space.

Kisuke shrugged as he explained there was always one when he grew up. Sosuke made no remarks but noted that the man had some kind of upper-class upbringing.

“Oh Ki-chan, is that you!?” Sosuke turned around, seeing you enter the room.

Kisuke gave a sheepish laugh as he waved at you. “Aizen-san, this is my sister.” As he introduced you. Sosuke bowed towards you, “thank you for having me, I’m Aizen Sosuke.”

“Oh of course! A friend of my brother is always welcome!” You beamed at him, taking note that how polite Aizen was, and quite handsome, albeit a bit nerdy looking with his glasses.

“I didn’t know you would be home” Kisuke explained, “mom said she’d be away for Golden Week. She didn’t say anything about you staying or anything.”

You laughed at his response and patted Kisuke’s hair, earning him a grumble of “I’m a grown man.”

“Midori mentioned you were coming over with a friend so I wanted to say hi.” Your head patting became slightly more forceful, “since someone doesn’t like texting me back.”

Sosuke stared at the scene in front of him, thinking of how Kisuke not only blew off his classmates and friends, but also his sibling.

“He doesn’t respond to my texts either.” Sosuke interjected with a soft laugh. “I thought he would at least have some courtesy to respond to his family.”

You sighed dramatically, letting go of Kisuke’s scalp, “See, Ki-chan? It’s normal to check-in every once in a while. Have you been to his apartment, Aizen-san?”

“Please call me, Sosuke.” Aizen politely requested, giving you a kind smile. Kisuke narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene unfold, but his expression was unreadable.

“Sure! Sosuke-kun it is. Have you been to Ki-chan’s apartment? Has he cleaned up after himself yet?” You giggled as you looked at your brother. Kisuke gave you a glare, but nothing you weren’t used to.

Sosuke shook his head, “I try to avoid it if I can. I don’t think it’s habitable for humans.” The two of you shared a laugh as Kisuke scoffed.

“Stop bothering Sosuke-kun and get out of here sis.” Kisuke said, as he tried to push you out of the room. Sosuke gave a pointed look at Kisuke at the use of his first name, but said nothing of it.

“Fine, fine! But let me make dinner for you two, it’ll be my treat!” Kisuke rolled his eyes and agreed for the both of them as you went about the rest of your day.

Three days had passed as Sosuke stayed with Kisuke on his estate. He hated to admit it, but once Kisuke was serious about something, he was a great conversation partner. A larger part of himself also didn’t want to admit he enjoyed your company during dinner or lunch. You insisted that Kisuke eat homemade meals, and made “Ki-chan’s” favourites. Sosuke took in great pride watching Kisuke embarrass himself over your fussing. Sosuke also didn’t want to admit how attractive you were to him. It bothered him immensely to have developed an attraction so quickly to someone, let alone Kisuke’s sibling. So many things bothered Sosuke about this “vacation.” But there were only a few days left during this stay at the estate, and Sosuke was never one to quit.

Which is why he resorted to masturbating to fantasies of you during his routine showers.

As the water rained down his body, Sosuke stared at his growing erection, his thoughts still lingering of you from last night’s dinner. The way your eyes lit up as he complimented your dishes, the slight blush of your cheeks for every praise he doled out to you. Or the way you would bite your lip or pout whenever Kisuke did something that annoyed you (and Sosuke).

He slowly began to pump his cock, thinking about how you had tried to grab some ingredients from the top shelf of the pantry closet, and he held the small of your back. The soft gasp that escaped your lips and the way your eyes widened at his touch. The way your lips curved to give him a gentle smile.

Sosuke let a groan as he thought about the sound and looks you gave him, thinking of you underneath him. Groans were followed by pants before hot liquid covered his hand, that was sooner washed away by the shower.

Sosuke knew he had to get a grip. There were only a few days left and he would leave this estate and you behind.

Walking through the estate, Sosuke couldn’t find Kisuke anywhere. In fact, it felt like no one was around, until he walked by the kitchen. Sosuke stood near the door, as he quietly watched you put away groceries, your eyes lighting up, from what he assumed over ideas on what to cook. You had music playing in the background, as you hummed and sang along. He watched you intensely as you danced around the kitchen, putting things away.

It amazed him how similar, yet dissimilar you and Kisuke were. You were thoughtful, respectful and generous. You took initiative in trying to understand Kisuke (and Sosuke’s) interests and hobbies, even if it went over your head sometimes. Yet at the same time, you and Kisuke had the same affinity for childish humour and pranks. You played along with his bizarre ideas, often encouraging him. Sometimes Sosuke felt that Kisuke was being spoiled, and that made him a bit jealous.

Just a bit, he thought to himself.

You were lost in thought and didn’t realize Sosuke was behind you until you turned around, faceplanting yourself in his chest.

“I’m so sorry Sosuke-kun! I didn’t notice you were here. I thought you went out with my brother.” You explained, brushing Sosuke’s shirt for nonexistent dust.

“It’s quite alright.” Sosuke said, with the ever so kind smile again. You couldn’t get a read off of him. He was incredibly polite and thoughtful, to the point you were surprised your brother had made such a friend. “Do you happen to know where he is?” Sosuke inquired, a puzzled look on his face.

“Sadly I don’t, and I tried texting him as well. I’m guessing he didn’t say anything to you either?” You asked, leaning your back to the counter. Sosuke shook his head, to which you sighed in response, “what am I going to do with him…”

Sosuke stood there, still with the same smile on his face. “Sosuke-kun, would you like me to make you anything in the meantime?”

Sosuke sat in the parlour room with you as you had prepared him a pot of your favourite Western tea. You explained to him how you enjoyed “afternoon tea” lately, and the variety of sweet and savoury dishes that accompanied it. Sosuke, of course, had already known about the concept, but indulged you as you explained it to him. His eyes would soften as you looked at him with smiles and the fluttering of your voice as you shared favourite aspects for him.

“I hope my brother hasn’t been too much of a bother for you, Sosuke-kun.” You said, refilling his porcelain cup with more of your favourite tea. “Ki-chan can be peculiar about things, and he never was great at keeping friends.” You had admitted, “well there’s Yoruichi-san and Tessai-san, but he doesn’t bring them up anymore. It’s been years since I last saw them with him.”

Sosuke vaguely recalled Yoruichi, but Tessai was someone he was unfamiliar with. “I see, well we’ve been classmates for years, at differing moments of our life, but I suppose you can say that graduate school is where we got to know each other.” Sosuke explained, taking a sip of the tea.

“Really? You’ve known Ki-chan for longer? He’s never mentioned you before.” You were shocked at the revelation, but Sosuke didn’t seem bother by it.

“We went to the same elementary and high schools, but weren’t in the same classes, were in different friend groups and had different extracurriculars.” Sosuke continued on, unsure as to why he was sharing this with you.

You laughed to yourself, “extracurriculars? Ki-chan wouldn’t even bother. Our mother tried so hard to get him to do something with his time, but he had no interest in it. I’m honestly surprised he mustered up the discipline to do his PhD.” You said, swirling your teacup before taking a sip.

“He’s a brilliant man,” Sosuke admitted.

“Yes he is, but so are you, Sosuke-kun! Don’t sell yourself short.” As you gave him a big grin.

For once, Sosuke felt flustered at your response. He felt his cheeks warm and muttered a thank you. He thought he was used to praises and admiring remarks from men and women alike, but from you, it was different – it felt heartfelt and sincere.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in quiet conversation, from the weather outside, to childhood memories and everything in between. But still, Kisuke was nowhere to be found.

Sighing in defeat, you began to gather the tea ware to clean, but Sosuke, ever the gentleman, helped you carry some of the fine porcelain pieces back into the kitchen.

“I don’t mean to offend,” Sosuke said, calling your name, “but I’m surprised you cook and clean. Doesn’t your housekeeper do it for you?”

“Oh, Midori-san? When I was a teenager, it didn't feel right with me to have a housekeeper, so when our mother was away, I asked Midori-san to teach me things. I never saw myself living in this house forever, so I wanted to know how to cook and clean on my own.”

“Hm, so Urahara-san never bothered to learn with you it seems.” To which you laughed in response.

“Yes, I suppose so!” You smiled at him, as the two of you quietly cleaned the cups and cutlery together.  

“Sosuke-kun, do you know how to play Koi-Koi?

Koi-Koi was a game Sosuke knew of in passing but had never actually played. You provided him a cheat sheet with all the possible pairings and explained the rules to him. His face as emotionless, but your excitement over the game was cute.

“Do people make bets with this game?” Sosuke inquired, as he inspected his hand.

“Oh, I suppose some might. Would you like to bet something, Sosuke-kun?” You asked politely.

Sosuke nodded his head, “how about we decide after we play?” He suggested, giving you again, the same kind smile. You didn’t think he was being genuine this time but wanted to play along.

“I’ve never made a bet playing koi-koi, but I also don’t play it as often as I’d like. Ki-chan hates playing it.” You said sadly.

“Why?”

“I think it’s because this game is left to chance, and he is someone who always works with plan after plan. He may have devised a strategy to secure whatever combinations with what he was dealt with, but koi-koi can be unforgiving.” You explained, as you dealt the cards for the table. “He can build the combinations he has planned out, but he will never know when I can end it for him. I think it’s for that reason, it bothers him.” You surmised, a wistful look on your face as you neatly arranged the cards for the table.

Sosuke had to agree to play for three rounds, which he learned, were also referred to as months. He inspected the cards and noticed that they were fairly faded, with the black edges fading to white. He was also surprised by how small the cards were, his hands engulfing them, while again, you looked cute holding yours.

Sosuke had drawn the better card, determining him to go first. You had offered to go “easy” on him by showing your hand and he would show his, but he explained it wasn’t necessary. “You said I was a quick learner a few days ago.” Sosuke said with a chuckle.

He played conservatively the first round, securing five points after building “Blue Ribbons,” which allowed him to go first again for the second round. Confident with the rules of the game, Sosuke could see what possible combinations he could make with his hand, and repeated “koi-koi” as he built his growing point pile.

Then you had to ruin it. You made a measly junk pile, worth one point and refused to call koi, ending the round.

All the points Sosuke had built, the Rainy Four Lights, Red Poetry Ribbons and both Moon and Cherry Blossom Viewing… all gone.

Sosuke furrowed his eyebrows and exhaled. His eye twitching at how quickly it came apart, remembering your words about Kisuke’s disdain for the game, “but koi-koi can be unforgiving.”

You gave the same wistful smile at him and prepared for the final round. Since you had won the second round, you went first. Cards were taken, others were put on to the table. Sosuke felt vindictive as he saw you growing “Boar Deer Butterfly” in your pile along with “Three Lights.”

Yes, koi-koi was unforgiving. As if to punish you for ending the round with one point, he had built “Red Poetry Ribbons” again and snagged the Butterfly you needed for your own pile, “I end the round.” Sosuke said with a smirk.

“You really are a fast learner, Sosuke-kun!” You smiled at him as you began to pack the cards away. But as soon as your hand reached out to grab his pile, Sosuke caught your wrist, catching you off guard.

“Since I win, I know what I want.” Sosuke said, staring right at you. It was the first time you gave a good look at his face, noticing how sharp and intense his eyes were beyond the lenses. It startled you, but you again, played along, curious to see where this would go.

“And what is that Sosuke-kun?” You politely asked, relaxing your hand in his grip, leaning closer to him over the table.

Without saying a word, Sosuke pulled you in for a kiss, sealing the distance between you two. Your eyes were wide open, shocked over what was happening… but you didn’t mind it. You gently pulled him away and watched him take off his glasses, both of you breathing heavy.

Nothing was said between you, just stares and heavy panting, with Sosuke’s grip on your wrist still ever present. Closing your eyes, you took an inhale, knowing you two were going to cross a line (what line? A small part of you wondered.)

“Maybe we should stop, Sosuke-kun.” You said, regretting each word escaping your mouth. “Kisuke won’t like this.”

“I don’t care what he thinks.” Sosuke said in a pointed tone, his eyes narrowing in anger, “the man plays by his own rules. I think it’s time we play our own.” You were transfixed by his voice, nodding and agreeing with what he was saying. “Let’s finish this elsewhere, Sosuke-kun.” You murmured, pulling him away from his seat. The grip on your wrist tightened as he led you to the guest bedroom.

Clothes were strewn about in Sosuke’s bedroom, as he pulled you against him for more kisses. Sosuke hated how needy he felt, but wanted more of your kisses, more of your attention on him. He held your face in his hands as he peppered kisses across your face, paying special attention to your lips.

He pushed you on to the bed, and continued down your body, nipping across your neck and chest. The greediness he felt grew the more he touched your body, leaving him with the urge to mark you. Harsh bites and sucks across your neck and chest, surely strong enough to bruise later, but you welcomed you. Curiosity and excitement grew in you to see Sosuke go further.

Sosuke parted your bare legs and dipped between them, as he immediately lapped at your wet pussy. He took care to with gentle licks to your clit, then pushed one finger inside you. You moaned loudly, without a care as to who would be able to hear it. You chanted Sosuke’s name, praising him with how good he made you feel.

Your orgasm was approaching, and you had a feeling Sosuke knew that too, with the way he began to pump his fingers faster inside you and the licks to your clit growing more intense. Your legs shook as you felt your orgasm crash around you, a loud scream piercing the room.

Sosuke dropped your legs and pushed his hand through his hair, a lone strand in front of his face. He watched you with a satisfied smirk as you tried to regain your strength. You were shaking trying to sit up, and he watched you with glee.

His cock was hard and erect, with precum dripping down the tip. He gave himself a pump as he watched you struggle to get up. Once you managed to do so, you leaned towards his cock, pushing his hand away.

His cock was thick in your mouth, but you wanted to reward him with the same pleasure you felt. Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you began to suckle on his tip as you pumped the base of his shaft. Sosuke threaded his fingeres in your hair, pushing you down further along his cock. He groaned your name as you swallowed his cock whole.

You bobbed your head up and down, keeping the pace as you savoured the precum escaping from Sosuke’s cock.

Until you heard the familiar, sing-song voice of your brother. You tried to pull away, but Sosuke gripped your hair tighter, forcing his cock in your mouth.

You could hear Kisuke’s footsteps coming closer, and then a sudden knock. “Aizen-san, are you there? Do you know where my sister is?”

You looked up at Sosuke, eyes widen while your mouth was filled with his cock. He grinned menacingly at you, shoving your head further towards his crotch. “No, I haven’t. I didn’t see her at all today.”

“Oh…” Kisuke said, “Can I come in? I have some exciting news to share.” He said in a sing-song voice.

“I’m about to take a shower.” Sosuke said, his voice even as if he wasn’t throat fucking you, “I’ll meet you at your parlour room.”

Kisuke made an appreciative sound and went away, with Sosuke letting go of the grip on your hair. Your hair was a mess, with drool and cum dripping down your mouth on to your body, your lips swollen from Sosuke’s kisses and from sucking him off.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Sosuke said, pushing you back down, “but we can make up for it later.”

You gave him a kiss as a sign of agreement, as he spread your legs apart again. He pushed the tip of his cock into your wet pussy. The slopping noises echoed in your ears.

Sosuke put a hand over your mouth as soon as he saw you moan. He slowly pushed himself in and out of you, your eyes rolling at the sensation of him repeatedly filling you up. Soon his pace quickened, and from your earlier blowjob, Sosuke knew he wasn’t going to last long. He pushed himself down against you and kissed you deeply as his thrusts became erratic. Then, without warning, and your own orgasm approaching, he pulled out his cock and came all over your pussy, rubbing his tip along your clit, earning him a small shriek from you.

You sighed, knowing that you couldn’t bask in the moment with Sosuke, so you quickly gathered your clothes and slowly opened the door, peering down the hallway to ensure no one was around. But before you could leave, Sosuke’s strong arms were wrapped around your waist, as he nuzzled your ear.

“Let’s continue this later tonight.” You turned around, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “I’ll be waiting, Sosuke-kun.”

Thanks for reading!! I had a lot of fun writing this 😅.

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Responsibility 🔞🖤

**Minors DNI! This is content for adults only! To read my SFW works, please see my masterlist.**

Summary: You’ve always had a hard time asking for help when you need it, and it doesn’t seem to get better as time goes by. Luckily for you, Hoseok knows you well enough to know when you need pampering.

Tags: Dom!Hoseok, Sub!Y/N, minimal plot, established relationship, dollification, safe words established, she calls him owner, PRAISE!!!!!, nonverbal sub space, oral (m. recieving), multiple orgasms (f. recieving), breeding kink (I didn't even mean to put it in this fic I swear but I can't fucking stop myself anymore send help), aftercare!!!, light angst (oopsie ✨), fluff at the end.

Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do that obviously lol)

W/C: 3970 (3.9K)

A/N: Hello everyone!! Sorry I disappeared once again, I just realized the last time I posted here was in NOVEMBER???? For the amount of BTS x Y/N writing I do it doesn't add up... I have been in a veryyyy big writer’s slump ALTHOUGH I have made some really good progress with a bigger series I hope to get out to you guys soon! These last few weeks have been a bit rough for me, so here is something a bit chiller with my beloved Dom!Hoseok x Y/N.

You’re in one of those moods again where everything feels too much.

It’s not necessarily your fault, but you’ve always had a hard time asking for help when you need it, and it doesn’t seem to get better as time goes by. You’ve known this about yourself for a long time, but you can’t help but get trapped in it. 

It starts for you with a big project at work. You only volunteered to help out because no one else did, and it led to you being given more responsibility than your payroll even calls for. Initially, you tried to back out of it and make excuses, but your boss pushed forward with his own agenda and you never could. Now, you’re stuck doing work that isn’t really even yours without extra pay and with significantly more stress.

You’ve regretted it since the start, but you thought you’d be fine until today. 

Today, you made a small mistake and your boss chewed you out for it in front of everyone. It wasn’t even a big deal, but your boss was in a bad mood to begin with and you just happened to be the person in the line of fire. But that small incident flared up something inside you—a deeply rooted fear of not being good enough.

And now, you find yourself plummeting down a rabbit hole of negative self-talk that really has nothing to do with work or anyone else. It has to do with you. 

“What are you doing spacing out?” Hoseok’s laugh jolts you out of your thoughts. You look away from the TV, where your boyfriend is smiling warmly down at you. “Had a long day at work?”

You purse your lips. You don’t really want to get into it. It’s a bad habit, but you don’t like to drag Hoseok into your negativity. He has enough stress at his own job. “No, just tired.” You lie, getting off the couch.

“Y/N.” Hoseok says your name, wrapping a hand around your wrist. His voice is low, worried. You avoid his eyes. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.” You lie again, but you know Hoseok can see right through you. Of course he can, after all these years together.

You take a quick shower in the ensuite bathroom of your shared bedroom, then step out and run yourself a bath as a treat after a long day. You smile to yourself at the array of different bath bombs Hoseok keeps stocked for you, picking out one with a candy-like scent for tonight. 

You drop the bath bomb in the water, watching it fizz and turn the water a shimmery baby pink. You step back in, sinking down into the hot water with a sigh. It’s not enough to take away the negative thoughts in your head, but it does take the edge off. 

You’re almost dozing off in the bath when the bathroom door opens. Hoseok steps inside, then closes the door behind him. “That smells so good.” He comments, taking a seat on the closed toilet lid beside you. 

You smile. “Yeah.”

The air is still slightly tense between you. Hoseok watches your face for a moment, then smiles. “This scent is nice, isn’t it? I’m glad I listened to the salesperson.” He asks, rolling up his sleeves. You wonder what he’s doing when he leans in and begins to massage your shoulders. “You’re too tense, though.” He comments under his breath.

You look away. With one small touch, Hoseok breaks down your walls. “Don’t deserve it.” You mumble. 

“Don’t deserve what, sweetheart?” Hoseok asks gently, his thumbs now working into the dips of your collarbone.

You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed. “Everything. Don’t deserve your touch.”

“Is that so?” Hoseok asks in a low, patient voice that sends heat to your core. You know exactly what he’s doing, and although you want it, you can’t let yourself have it. You try to push away, to reach for the tub’s stopper and drain the bath away. But Hoseok stops you with a firm hand over your wrist. “I’m not done yet, sweetheart.” He warns you gently, pushing you back against the tub.

Hoseok’s eyes flicker down to your cleavage, but he doesn’t touch you there yet. He can still see the hesitance in your eyes, the self-doubt that makes you fear submission to him. “It seems like you have a lot of thoughts in your head right now. Would you like me to give you a break, to let me do all the thinking? And you get to relax, just like a pretty little doll?” He purrs, causing you to rub your thighs together. 

In the low light, Hoseok’s eyes glint with satisfaction at the effect his words have on you. “Oh, you would like that. Unfortunately I need to hear a special word before I can do that. Does my pretty girl remember what that word is?”

“Candy.” You murmur. 

Hoseok beams, running a hand through your hair. “Good girl.” He emphasizes, making the fire in your belly burn brighter. “What a gorgeous doll I own.”

You gasp softly as Hoseok’s hands move down to cup your breasts, toying with your nipples. “Owner.” You whisper.

“Yes, doll?” Hoseok replies easily, continuing to rub the now-hard nubs. 

“It’s cold.” You whisper. By now, the hot water has become lukewarm and you’re starting to get chilly. Hoseok hums, leaning in to kiss your breasts. 

“Is that right?” He coos at you. His hands move down your torso, then part your thighs. You whimper as Hoseok plays with your clit, then drags a finger along your entrance. “Hmm…Feels nice and warm here though.” Hoseok makes an expression of fake-confusion, then slides a finger inside. You whine, gripping his forearm with both of your hands. 

Hoseok chuckles, then kisses your forehead. He cups your mound, looking directly at you as he does it. “I don’t think I want to get my clothes wet. Let’s get you up and dressed.”

With that, Hoseok pulls the stopper. You watch the water drain down, until you’re left sitting in the empty tub. Hoseok stands, then puts a hand under your chin, guiding you to stand. His eyes move down your naked body, full of controlled lust. He has you step out of the tub, then picks a towel off the shelf. “So wet.” He chides, taking your hand in his and drying each finger diligently. You watch him as he carefully works his way up your arm, then dries your armpit for you. He repeats the motion on the other side. 

Then, Hoseok pushes your chin up, expecting you to look up. You obey. He dries off your neck, then your collarbones. You whine as he takes his time with your breasts, thumbing at them through the towel. “So, so wet.” Hoseok chides, then pinches one nipple. “This is why pretty things like you are hard work. If owner forgets to take good care of you, you become so messy. Isn’t that right, doll?”

“Yes, owner.” You murmur.

Hoseok lightly guides your chin down, allowing you to look at him again. “But messy girls are fun, too, because then owner has fun cleaning you and setting you straight.” He says, forcing your thighs apart to dry off your inner thighs. You purse your lips as he takes his sweet time drying your thighs and calves. Hoseok smiles up at you as he wipes off your feet. “It’s been so long since I got you a mani-pedi. I should do that, then take you out and get you some outfits. We can stop by a jewellery store, too. TIffany’s? No, maybe Cartier would be better.”

You listen quietly as Hoseok talks to himself, appraising your body as he does. You’re not meant to voice your opinion for things like this—you’re meant to take what he gives you. You let Hoseok turn you around, then begin wiping down your back. It’s mindless, but that’s the point. To submit, to gratefully take what you’re given. But you can’t help the nagging voice in your mind. “Don’t deserve it.” You mumble. Hoseok’s hands pause.

Hoseok scoffs. “How can a doll know what their worth is? What, are you some kind of AI?” He comments, continuing to work at you. 

“Deserve punishment.” You mumble. “I’m bad.”

Hoseok hums as if he agrees, then puts a hand on your ass. You flinch and he notices. “Do you think I’d play with a bad doll?” Hoseok whispers, his voice dangerous in your ear. 

You answer immediately. “No, owner.”

“That’s right!” He says cheerfully, turning you back around. Taking your face in one hand, Hoseok grins at you, but warning flashes in his eyes. “My doll doesn’t get punished. My doll is a good girl who listens and takes what I give her. Has owner been slacking in pampering his doll that she’s forgotten who she belongs to?”

“No, owner.” You repeat. 

Hoseok looks displeased. You feel the urge to cry, hating his displeasure. You want to be good, but you don’t feel good enough!

Hoseok takes your hand and guides you into the ensuite closet. Still naked, you stand with your hands clasped as Hoseok (still fully dressed) opens a bag at the back of the closet, one you’ve never seen before. He pulls out two pieces of lingerie—one is a simple pair of white silk panties, and the other is a white, translucent babydoll with a small white bow in the middle. Without asking if you like it, Hoseok comes over to you and lifts you up onto the island in the closet. He puts the panties on you first, then the top. “So pretty.” He says, then rubs your cheek proudly. You preen at his touch.

Hoseok brings you to the bedroom next, sitting you down in front of your vanity. He hums to himself as he picks up your comb and brushes your hair. He decides to do a French braid tonight, then ties it in place with a little bow hair tie at the bottom. You both know it won’t look like that soon. “Such a pretty thing.” He praises you, eyes boring on you in the mirror. He taps your lips once, and you open your mouth. Hoseok spits in your mouth, then settles a hand on your throat. “Swallow.” He orders, then beams as he feels your throat bob from swallowing.

The dom reaches between your legs again, moving aside your underwear as he slips a finger into you again. By now, you’re much wetter. Hoseok laughs, then holds your face in one hand, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. You watch your own helpless face as your dom fingers you with amusement on his face. “So weak. Is this all you can take?”

“Owner, owner—” You whimper, putting a hand on Hoseok’s arm as he slips another finger inside. 

“What, now you remember who owns you?” Hoseok asks, reaching down with his free hand to rub at your clit. He laughs at your fucked out face. “Dolls can’t come without permission. You should know that by now, sweetheart.”

“Owner, please, please let me come, please—” You plead.

“Five. Four.” Hoseok counts you down. You bite your lip, trying to hold back. “Three, two, one, now.” 

Your whole body shakes as Hoseok works you through your orgasm. You feel come drip out of you, wetting your panties and the chair underneath you. But you don’t care at all, not with Hoseok murmuring praises in your ear. “What an obedient little cunt, just like I trained you. It’s like you were made to belong to me.”

You whine. Hoseok has you stand up, turning you half-sideways. You look in the mirror as the dom runs his clean hand down your hair gently, then rubs both hands over your hips. You breathe in sharply as you meet Hoseok’s eyes. He smirks, then digs his hands into your asscheeks, slightly spreading you. “What a messy girl. Only took two fingers and you’re all shiny down here.” He laughs, running a finger over your inner thigh, where your pre-come coats the skin. 

“Owner.” You mumble against Hoseok’s collarbone. 

He beams. “Yes, my doll?”

You both know what you want, but you can’t bring yourself to ask for it. It’s not your place to ask him to fuck you, since you’re meant to let him do as he pleases. So instead, you just press yourself in against him, placing your cheek against his collarbone. Hoseok knows what you mean without saying it. He presses a kiss to your hair, then presents his left hand—still covered by your juices—to your mouth and sticks his thumb in. You suck obediently, looking directly at your dom. “Such a useful mouth.” He purrs. You let out a small sound at his praise. Hoseok withdraws his thumb, then switches to give you his index and middle fingers. As you do that, the dom meticulously straightens your hair, ensuring not a hair is out of place. Finally, he gives you his ring and pinky finger to lick. You don’t miss the emerald and diamond ring on his ring finger—ensuring to get your juices out of every crevice around the ring. Hoseok’s jaw tightens at the sight. 

The dom intertwines your hands, then brings you over to the bed. Using his free hand, he pulls back the covers, then guides you under. You watch Hoseok grab the TV remotes and return. You glance at the hard member in Hoseok’s pants as he sits in bed next to you. Knowing what you’re thinking, Hoseok pulls his pants and underwear down in one go—revealing the hard, leaking member. “I wonder if that movie is out yet…” Hoseok says to no one in particular, pretending to be interested in finding some movie. Without saying a word, Hoseok entangles a hand in your hair, guiding you down toward his member under the covers. Your breath sharpens at the feeling of being used to pleasure him as he watches a movie, just a little thing for him to control.

You start to lick from your position at his side, but Hoseok frowns at you. Your eyes widen. Have you done something wrong? “Hmm…” He says, then reaches down and hooks a finger into the hip part of your panties. Using them, he pulls you down so you’re sitting on his calves. He lets go, then returns the hand to your hair. For added effect, he tucks the covers in around you, leaving just your head up for you to suck him off. You whimper, loving the feeling. You’re his toy, his doll. 

You begin sucking Hoseok off, doing your absolute best to please him as you work at him with your mouth and cup his balls with your hands. Hoseok runs a hand through your hair gently, idly, like he’s barely paying attention when you know he couldn’t care less about what’s on screen. Even like this, you know you’re his priority. 

You lick the slit of his member and Hoseok hisses. “Oh, that’s it.” He praises you, tightening the hand in your hair slightly. “What a good girl. So useful.”

You moan, accidentally pressing yourself down against his calf. Hoseok notices immediately. “Is my doll getting restless? Is me playing with your mouth not enough?”

“No, owner. I-I’m grateful.” You protest weakly. 

Hoseok’s eyes glint dangerously. “Yeah? Then why are you rubbing yourself against my leg like a puppy in heat?” He sits you up, bringing you onto his lap. You purse your lips as Hoseok feels how wet you are again with his hand. “Good girls don’t hide their feelings, sweetheart. You know that.”

“Yes, owner.” You say, looking at him through your lashes. 

Hoseok tsks. He slots his thigh between your legs. You sigh as he pushes up against you, loving the feeling of his hot skin against your aching clit. “If it feels good, you need to show me, sweetheart. Now, look at me and show me how good it feels. And don’t look away.” He orders. You swallow. Hoseok settles a hand to the back of your neck, holding you firmly. You slowly begin rubbing yourself against his thigh, looking directly at your dom. Hoseok watches you intently, ignoring the movie playing in the background. The lust in his eyes is illuminated by the changing colours from the screen. 

Your desperation mounts embarrassingly fast with Hoseok watching you rub yourself against him. Knowing that, Hoseok taps your chin, indicating for you to open your mouth. You take his thumb in your mouth, sucking as best as you can but you’re not consistent—the seal you form around his thumb is broken all too often by the moans and sighs you let out. Hoseok smirks at that, knowing you can’t handle it. “Suck properly.” He orders. You swallow, then wrap your lips properly around his thumb. “That’s it. Who’s my good little slut?” Hoseok asks.

You whine, grinding faster. “Is it you?” He teases. “Hmm…I thought my doll knew how to come when I told her though. Let’s see. Come now.”

With a single order, you get your release. Your whole body shakes, and Hoseok pulls you in close. He wraps his arms around you, using one hand to cup the back of your head as you shake from your orgasm. “So obedient. Just like I trained you. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, thank you.” You chant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You’re almost crying at this point, feeling so taken care of and loved. “So grateful. Thank you, owner.”

Hoseok pulls back slightly, cupping your face in both of his hands. He kisses you, slow and passionate. “Can you handle more, baby?”

“Yes, owner.” You answer, feeling soft. Hoseok’s eyes sparkle. He knows that tone of your voice. You’re slipping further and further into your sub space, and it won’t be long until it’s hard for words to come out altogether. But Hoseok knows your body and your limits. He’ll give you exactly what he knows you can take.

“Go get your plug.” He orders. You crawl to the other side of the bed, reaching into the nightstand. Although the two of you have various toys, you know he means the small toy shaped like a teardrop with a little gem at the flared end. You bring it to him, presenting it with both hands. Hoseok takes it, then guides you to lay down. You lay back, feeling loved and safe. Hoseok will take care of you. He always does. Hoseok leans over you. “Show me your colours.” He says, knowing words are starting to slip away from you already. You squeeze Hoseok’s shoulder once to indicate green, twice for yellow, and three times for red. Hoseok kisses your forehead in praise. “What’s your colour right now?”

You squeeze once. “Such a good listener.” He praises you. He checks you’re ready, then slowly slides into you. You pant as he bottoms out, feeling full. 

“O-Owner.” Your voice comes out weak. “P-Please.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Hoseok reassures you. He allows you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “I’ll take good care of you. Fill your womb with my seed.”

You clench around him. “P-Please.” Then, you whine into his ear. “B-Breed me, owner.”

Hoseok growls, planting his hands on either side of your waist. He begins to move slowly, but you know he’s holding himself back for you. “Yeah?” He asks. “Want me to get you pregnant, sweetheart? Take care of you, take responsibility?”

You moan at the idea of being safe and taken care of. For someone who always pushes herself too far, you know deep down you’d love that. And Hoseok knows it, too, even if you don’t know how to ask for it. He knows you. Soon, Hoseok’s thrusts become faster and faster, knowing you’ve adjusted enough for him. Your moans become louder, and the nails you dig into Hoseok’s skin start to leave deeper indents. Soon, you’re arching your back. Hoseok’s own hips start to stutter. He reaches for your hair, tangling a firm hand in it. You sigh happily at his firmness. “Almost there, sweetheart.” Hoseok promises, reaching down to rub your clit. “You can do it, baby. Ready? 3…2…1…Now.”

Your orgasm wracks through you again, making you shake a third time tonight. At the same time, hot seed fills you, making you feel insane with pleasure. Tears slip out of the corners of your eyes, landing on the pillow. Hoseok wipes your cheeks immediately, then pulls you in as he lays on top of you. You feel so safe with him both inside you and on top of you, sandwiched between him and the sheets.

“T-Thank you, thank you.” You repeat, digging your nails into Hoseok’s shoulders. “Thank you, owner. So grateful.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” Hoseok says, smiling at you. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back. Even though he doesn’t say it, you see the relief in Hoseok’s eyes as you finally smile sincerely tonight. You lay there for some time and catch your breath. You kiss and hold one another, feeling comfortable. Then, Hoseok slowly slides out of you. You shiver as the seed begins to slip out of you, but Hoseok guides it back in with the plug. You clench around it, feeling pleased. “That’s my girl. So proud of you, sweetheart.”

You lay peacefully as Hoseok gets up, leaving the room momentarily. He returns with a glass of water and two granola bars for you. You’re still quite far into your sub space, so words are a bit difficult for you right now. Knowing that, Hoseok just quietly helps you sit up and feeds you your snack. Once you’re done, he carefully helps you drink the water.

“Should we shower now?” Hoseok asks. You purse your lips, looking down at your intertwined hands. He laughs. “Okay. In twenty minutes then.”

You smile, letting Hoseok pull you back under the covers for some cuddles before shower time. “Sweetheart.” Hoseok says, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he spoons you. You hum. “Remember you don’t need to hide from me, okay? If anything is bothering you, you tell me. I won’t think you’re any less good at your job if you talk to me about it, I promise. And although I know you would never give up your passion, I want you to know you don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”

You blink, craning your head to look at your boyfriend. Hoseok (despite the blush on his face) looks resolute. “I’m not kidding when I say I’ll take responsibility for you. I really can take good care of you.”

You giggle. It feels like a proposal. “I know, Hoseokie.” You mumble, cuddling back against him. You sigh, closing your eyes against the pillow as Hoseok gently rubs a hand over your belly. “I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you too.” Hoseok presses another kiss in your hair. Just then, he glances at the clock. “Okay, twenty minutes over. Let’s go.” He says. You pout, but he just grins at you. “A deal’s a deal, baby. Come on, let me get you cleaned up so I can change the sheets.”

You pout, holding your arms up. Hoseok laughs, tipping his head back. “Actually, I change my mind. I don’t want such a spoiled wife.”

“Too bad.” You mumble with a smile as he scoops you up into his arms like a bride. By now, your headspace has worn off but you feel so soft and content. “You have to take responsibility for me.”

You and Hoseok laugh together as he carries you to the bathroom.

🖤🖤🖤

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'd like to thank the Academy and fucking 2022 Mama red carpet Hoseok for inspiring me to stay up and write this fic when I have work at 8 am (but just look at him AGHHHHHHHHH). Also, requests are open <333

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Kinktober 2024: Day 2

WC: 3970

Warnings: NSFW, semi public oral sex, inappropriate use of Devil Fruit abilities, very brief angst

Summary: It’s been a month since you and your crewmates have docked. You’ve lined up a meeting with Buggy but when the drinks start flowing and the guys get a little too touchy, someone starts to get jealous.

The music was so loud you could feel it rumble your whole chest as you and your crewmates beelined to an open cluster of couches at the far end of the bar. Nami led your small group, followed by Robin then you with Sanji beside you and Zoro in the back. You could feel Zoro close on your tail, his body pressing against you anytime you had to quickly stop to let someone stumble through your group. You drop down heavily on the crumbling leather couch that had clearly seen better days but in a dive like this you were just lucky it wasn’t sticky. Sanji sat on one side of you, Zoro on the other, throwing his arm over the back of the couch and spreading his knees. Nami and Robin sat across from you, Nami making a gesture to call a waitress over to take our order.

While the rest of us ordered, Sanji drooled over the waitress making every shitty one liner he could think of before finally ordering whatever was her favourite.

Nami leaned across the small table between the couches so you could hear her “You still meeting your guy here?” You could hear Zoro groan at the question but ignored him, opting to nod since the music was so loud.

You occasionally looked over your shoulder, scanning the crowd near the door, hoping every time that you’d see the peak of blue hair weaving through the crowd or feel his sea green eyes on you. But once the drinks started flowing you partially forget the real reason you’re at the bar and end up having loud conversations with your crewmates.

You messily clink shot glasses with the other four, tapping them on the table in the closest you can all get to simultaneously before bringing the cheap alcohol to your lips, feeling it burn all the way down to your stomach. You lean forward, putting your glass on the sticky table before grabbing the unknown concoction your waitress had brought over when you asked for ‘something fruity’. You leaned back against the couch, the elastic that was barely holding your hair in a messy bun slipped enough that your long hair cascaded down your neck, framing your face in a rather sloppy manner, the band falling onto your lap. Before you even had a chance to shove your bangs out of your face you felt delicate long fingers push through your tresses, bringing your bangs behind your ear. Sanji’s fingers lingered on your jaw, even ghosting over your neck before running his other hand through some hair on the opposite side so it fell a little nicer over your shoulders “Parfait” his eyes were clearly looking down at your exposed cleavage, having chosen a dress that Buggy had bought you the last time you were at port together. His fingers lingered under your chin until a particularly loud laugh from Zoro caused you to look at the rest of your party. Nami had convinced Zoro to take bets on who could maintain a neutral expression when drinking the cheapest tequila they had at the bar, and Robin of course was the judge.

“You try” Zoro nudged his shoulder into you, drunkenly aiming for your arm but hitting the side of your tit instead. You took the took the sticky shot glass from him, making the mistake of sniffing it.

“No way in hell!” Nami and him groaned in unison, Zoro grabbing another shot from the half finished tray that had originally consisted of no less then 10 shot glasses.

“Together?” He held his out, and you reluctantly clinked yours against his before sucking in a big breath and knocking it back. Everyone drunkenly cheered, except Robin who happily clapped, a rosey pink spreading across her cheeks were the only indication that she’s tipsy. Zoro’s big arm captured you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you tightly against his chest. “Look at the newbie drinking with the big dogs!” Sanji’s eyes scanned over your pale upper thighs that were now more exposed by the way the Swordsman held you against him. You felt a soft hand on your thigh, not high enough to set off your alarms but the alcohol in your body was warming your loins, making every touch feel like his.

“How are we out of drinks already?” Loudly announced Nami who slumped sideways into Robin, who wrapped an arm around her.

“Newbie’s turn!” Zoro shook you in his hold before letting you free as you started sitting up, your thighs tightening before you stood. You swayed for a moment, steadied by Sanji’s quick hands on your waist catching you before you were about to tip back onto the couch.

“Need me to come with?” He asked. This was the first time you had turned around and scanned through the crowd in at least an hour. And there he was. Blue hair tied back into a high ponytail, eyes that were the colour of the ocean after a fierce store were glued to you and his painted smile in a harsh frown.

You couldn’t stop the gasp that came from your throat, prompting the cook to look over his shoulder and spot the clown, hands instantly pulling away from your waist as though you had turned white hot. “Bugs!” You’d like to think you navigated getting from point A to point B gracefully, but you know that’s just not true. You slid into the booth across from him, leaning over the table in an attempt to catch his lips in yours only for him to pull back out of your reach. You sat back into the booth, the cool wood back feeling so good against your exposed skin. You nudged his foot with your own huffing when it got no reaction. “When did you get here?”

“A while ago.” He said, taking a long sip of his beer.

”Why didn’t you come see me?”

”Oh, I saw you.” You furrow your brow, the alcohol making it very difficult to pick up on why he may be acting like this.

”So why didn’t you come over? They wouldn’t have given you a problem, they don’t care, really.” You reached out, trying to grab his hand in both of yours. You were craving any type of physical touch from him after having been at sea away from him for a month.

“Buggy I want to touch you.” Your words tugged at him, the touch starved side of him was begging to touch you in every possible meaning of the word but the thought of them touching you made the knife of jealousy twist in his gut.

“Seems like you’ve said that to a lot of people.” He looked up at you through his heavy lashes.

“Buggs, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sighed as though the weight of the North Blue was on his shoulder.

“Oh you don’t?” His voice dripped in sarcasm.

“I really don’t.”

“You didn’t realize how they had their hands all over you?” He wasn’t looking at you, but instead his eyes followed the every move of your crewmates.

Oh.

“They just get like that sometimes, they don’t mean it l-“

“I bet the blonde one was thinking of 20 different ways to fuck you” His eyes finally meet your’s and you almost wish they hadn’t. His eyes were the colour of the sea as a storm brewed above it. “Bet you’d like him to, wouldn’t you?.” His jaw clenched making his face more angular. His words made your brows knit tightly together, his jealousy turning into self deprecation as quickly as the winds change at sea. “I asked you a question.”

“Of course not, you couldn’t be more wrong.” He seemed mildly content with that answer, his hand sliding between your legs, dragging his gloved fingers along the inside of your thigh at a painful slow pace.

“What am I not wrong about?” He lazily rests his cheek on his free hand, studying your demeanur. Watching your pleading eyes as you buck your hips underneath the table in hopes he’ll touch you where you need it most.

“The only one I want to touch me like that is y-you.” His fingers ghosted over your covered core for just long enough to cause you to stammer, then it’s gone, back down to draw loops along your inner thigh again.

”Good girl.” If the music hadn’t been so loud, he would have been able to hear the whine that unconsciously slipped past your lips at the praise. Finally, you felt his hand cup your pussy, even though his glove and the lace of your panties he could feel just how wet you already were. “Should we go over there and drink with your crew?” You knew he wasn’t serious, it was entirely against your dynamic seeing as he was a warlord and there was a hardy bounty on each of your heads, it was an unspoken line he would never cross and both of you knew that. But despite that you went along with his game, shaking your head, moaning when you felt his thumb apply the perfect amount of pleasure to your clit. ”Hmm, what’s that?” He dramatically placed his free hand by his ear, “I couldn’t quite hear you.” His grin was side, almost from ear to ear. He was enjoying your torment far too much.

”I don’t want to go back with them.” Your voice was quiet, much too quiet to be heard over the music and chatter around you. But lucky for you, Buggy fed off your meek voice, loving the way you kept trying to close your thighs around his hand in a feeble attempt to trap it.

“What do you want to do then?” You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, lust or overstimulation but your brain was beyond foggy. Piecing words together was a struggle, and only getting harder with each movement of his thumb on your clit.

“I…I don’t know” All you knew in that moment was you needed the clown. You wanted him to drag you out of the bar by your hair and throw you up against the nearest wall and take you. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably, you wanted him to call you a whore, you wanted him to touch you in all the same spots Zoro and Sanji had. You wanted him to claim you, to prove to them that you were his.

”Aw poor thing, can’t focus and I’ve barely gotten started.” His mocking tone only made you more wet, a whine leaving your lips as you nodded, your eyes doe-like. ”Go tell your crew you’ll see them in the morning and I’ll take care of you.” He stood up, extending his free hand out to help you stand, the hand between your legs making no signs of reattaching to the user’s wrist. Before you can fully register the feeling, his hand manages to squeeze inside your panties, one of his glove covered fingers pushing into you like it’s nothing. If it hadn’t been for Buggy quickly grabbing your waist you would have stumbled right back down into the booth. “Careful my star, wouldn’t want someone catching on.” He whispered into your ear, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning you around, a swift smack on your ass as you stumbled towards your crew.

You leaned over the back of the couch you had been sitting on, catching both men by surprise. “I’m gonna’ head out, I’ll be back before we set sail.” The sound of your own voice surprised you, somehow you sounded normal, not at all like you had a finger rubbing right against your g-spot.

“You sure?” Zoro was the first to speak, his arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you closer to where he sat, his hand casually slipping down your back to rest on the back of your thigh. “I can walk you back.” His words were slurred and you knew even on the best of days he’d struggle to find his way back to the Sunny, let alone in his current state.

“Dumbass! She’s not going alone!” Nami threw a stained pillow from beside her, hitting him directly in the face. You saw the way the Swordsman paused, the pillow held tightly in both of his hands before he finally clued in. He moved so he could look over his shoulder, meeting Buggy’s icy stare.

”If you need anything, just call.” Robin said earnestly, a gentle smile on her lips. You didn’t know it in the moment, but she had seen everything. You managed to walk back to him, tugging the back of your dress down to make sure his detached hand wasn’t visible to your crew. He had his one arm in the pocket of his jacket, the other was quick to hook around your waist, tugging you against him as he led you out of the bar.

Once outside, the arm that was wrapped around your waist tugged you quickly to the side of the bar, turning right again down an alley that ran along the the building. Your bare back met the cement wall, sending a chill down your body as he pressed a hand to your stomach to keep you still.

The hand that had remained between your legs had had slowed its ministrations while you had navigated the cramped bar but now sank two fingers back into your soaked hole. He took your gasp as an opportunity to press an aggressive kiss to your lips, moaning into you as you swallowed every sound he gave you. “How’s that feel, my little star?” You moaned as he pulled away before quickly covering your mouth with a hand, momentarily forgetting yourself. “Oh no no,” He laughed, pulling your hand from your mouth and guiding it behind your back “We’re not going to be having any of that, got it?” You nodded, doe eyes getting lost in his sea glass green eyes that would glint when he moved into the moonlight just right. “I had to watch them throw themselves at you, the way they looked at you, when dressed up all pretty for me. So now,” He leaned forward to press what you expected to be a kiss to your pulse point, but instead he nipped just under your ear, drawing a shaky breath from your lungs “They’re gonna’ have to listen to you screaming my name.” He punctuated each word with either a kiss or a nip down your neck until he was blocked by the neckline of the black and white babydoll dress he had bought you.

He reached down between your legs, pulling the crotch of your panties down enough that he could reattach his hand before holding it up high enough that the light from the moon could illuminate just how wet it was.

He glanced over his shoulder towards the mouth of the alley before slowly taking off his gloves, tucking them in the pocket of his worn jacket that was at one point a brilliant orange but now had faded into a burnt tangerine. The moment his bare hands touched you, you were even more of a mess then before. His lips were on your’s, moaning into your mouth as one hand gripped the side of your neck, thumb brushing your cheek, while the other one grabbed roughly at your hip, eventually slipping beneath the fabric. “God it’s been too long, doll.” All you could do was respond with a breathy sigh, leaning forward to catch his lips before he could pull away further. As you kissed, your hand instinctively came from behind your back and pressed into his tented pants, pulling a shaky moan from the clown before he pulled away “W-whoa not yet my star, I’ve got other plans.” He grabbed your wrist, bringing it to his lips and pressing kisses to your palm, eyes flicking up to meet yours “don’t cha’ wanna’ see what I have in store for you?” You nodded, watching as he held your hand in one hand and ran the other down your forearm, knowing how much you enjoyed any contact with his bare skin. He caught your lips one more time, laughing quietly when you tried to chase his face when he pulled away, slowly sinking down to his knees.

“W-wait right here?” You quickly looked at the mouth of the alley where you could see the occasional person walk by as they were exiting the bar.

“I did say your crew was going to hear.” he looked up at you with a wide smile, his hands on either side of your body, fingers already wrapped around the waistband of your lacy panties. He gave you time to protest, time to tell him that this wasn’t what you wanted. But when no words came from your rouged lips, he yanked the fabric down your legs, guiding your legs up so you could step out of them, before he shoved them in his pocket, secretly hoping you’d forget them when you returned to your ship in the morning.

Once your panties were off, he used one hand to push your skirt up, giving him a full view of your cunt. It felt like it has been ages since he had been this close to you, since he had smelt you, tasted you. As he slowly leaned in, you couldn’t stop the whine that got stuck in the back of your throat when you felt his warm breath against your lips. He loved teasing you, it wouldn’t be unheard of for him to spend hours toying with you until you’re crying and begging for him. But not tonight, he wanted to but as soon as his tongue slipped between your folds he knew there was no pulling him away from you.

His hands ran along your legs, moving around to the back of your thighs and digging his nails into the curve of your ass as he moaned into you. The feeling of his tongue, of his nose moving along your most sensitive parts was more intoxicating then even the most potent alcohol. You couldn’t stop pushing your hips forward, your back arching off the wall as your fingers tangled in his hair before pulling his tresses loose from the tie. When he flicked his gaze up at you, you were incapable of looking away. “I’ve missed you so much.” His lips moved along your folds as he spoke, moving his head just enough that his nose nudged against your clit.

When you opened your mouth to respond, one of the hands that had been on your thighs moved to slip a long slender finger inside of you, forcing a moan out that you had been holding back. “That’s my good girl, keep making all those pretty sounds for me.” He slipped another finger into you, pulling his face back so he could focus his tongue on your clit, letting his jaw go slack as he mouthed at you, moans flowing freely from him.

His fingers stretched you from the inside, curving in an curled motion to rub against your spongy walls. He tugged at one of your thighs, guiding it over his shoulder, enjoying the way you subconsciously pushed him further into your cunt, your hips slowly rocking against his mouth. Your breath was coming in short, quick gasps, your body was no longer cold instead it was burning, a thin layer of sweat covered your chest.

“That’s the last time I ever give either of you your own spending money! Do you know how many berries you spent?!” Nami’s shrill voice cut through the night air like a knife. Your eyes shot open, reality washing over you as though someone just threw a bucket of cold water on you.

“Don’t blame me, woman! It’s your own fault for giving us that much!” You wouldn’t admit it, but your nipples pebbles at the voice of the swordsman, remembering the way his calloused hand had run over the exact same spots on your thighs where Buggy’s hands currently were.

“Nami-swan p-please allow me to make it up to you. I can make cuts to the grocery budget, we can cut down on the sake we stock between ports.” You could practically see the look of outrage that was bound to be on Zoro’s face at the very suggestion.

“Like hell you will, you dumb cook!”

You wanted to stifle your moans but no matter how hard you chewed your bottom lip, the moans we’re unstoppable. “B-Buggs” you whined, tightening your grip on his hair, holding him against your body as you ground against his nose. You couldn’t be sure, but it felt like his fingers pushed even deeper into you as you humped against him, chasing your own orgasm with no consideration for your crewmates that were a few meters away. “F-fuck Buggy- fuck I-I’m so close” you could feel him hum against you, even trying to speak but his words were smothered by your cunt. It got to the point where your pace was impossible to keep up with, so he angled his head, stuck out his tongue and allowed you to use him as you needed.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” You could just barely hear Nami yell, clearly walking away from you and in the direction of the Sunny.

“I’m going back to the ship!” His voice was close, somehow closer then it had been before but your ability to understand that was long gone.

Your core tightened, the muscles along your stomach tensed as you felt yourself being thrust over the edge, falling headlong into your climax. You were unsure of the words that fell from your lips, whether they were praises, curses or a mixture of the two, you knew Buggy’s name was hot on your tongue, leaving your mouth like a prayer.

“You can’t really think the ship is th-“ Sanji nearly walked straight into Zoro as he stood at the mouth of the alley. Somewhere in his alcohol addled, navigationally challenged brain he had thought this may be a shortcut to the water but had quickly realized it wasn’t when he heard your breathy moan. But now he was unable to will himself to move, watching the way your leg was thrown over the shoulder of the clown, his long hair gripped between your fingers and his face buried between your legs. He knew the Cook was standing right behind him, watching the same thing he was. The way you bucked your hips against the clown’s face, even with your thigh blocking the majority of his face, both men knew his fingers were working you open while his face was covered in your slick.

“W-we should go” Sanji whispered, but neither of them moved, almost hypnotized by the way your body moved before tensing, the only coherent word they could catch was the name of that damned clown who for the briefest of moment met their gaze. Zoro felt Sanji’s hand ball up the back of his shirt, tugging him sharply as he cursed under his breath.

Your body slumped against the wall, feeling Buggy press kisses along your inner thigh before helping it off of his shoulder. “You did so good my star” the red of his painted smile was gone, smeared along your sticky cunt, what little was still on his face was quickly rubbed onto the arm of his coat as he wiped his face before standing. His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you against him, capturing you in a quick kiss, pulling away long enough to whisper “I always knew you’d perform well for an audience.”

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2024 Fic Round Up

I was tagged by @exhuastedpigeon & @rainbow-nerdss . This took me longer than expected but here it is. In 2024, I was able to break out of a block when I discovered a new fandom and fell in love with Buddie. I’m hoping that my writing beans return to me asap & 2025 is another great writing year for me. 🤞

A huge thank you to everyone who has read my fic this year, who have left comments and kudos and recced my words to others. It’s truly appreciated! Meeting new friends, reuniting with old friends, and continuing great relationships with mutuals and followers who are also into 911 has helped keep me inspired and creative.

Total fics written in 2024: 109

Words written in 2024: 552,421

April

Nightcap. Buck/Tommy. Adult. WC: 4366 After their first date goes a bit astray, Buck invites Tommy to his loft for a nightcap.

A Subway Ride. Bucky/Stiles. Teen. WC: 3030. Bucky and Stiles take the subway to Grand Central and have a talk on their way to meet Tony and the rest of the team.

Regrouping. Bucky/Stiles. Teen. WC: 4440. Stiles and Bucky find out what Jarvis has learned, and the team takes time to regroup.

Eyes Wide Open. Buck/Tommy. Teen. WC: 3365. Tommy drops by and wants to talk, which has Buck drawing some wrong conclusions.

A Six Pack and an Ambush. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2500. Eddie has been avoiding him, so Buck ambushes him to find out why.

A New Chapter. Buck/Eddie/Tommy. Teen. WC: 5450. Buck goes to Tommy’s house expecting bros night with Eddie. Instead, Tommy and Eddie have a surprise for him.

The Twelfth Date. Buck/Tommy. Teen. WC: 2100. Buck and Tommy go hiking on their twelfth date. Feelings are revealed.

Revelations. Buck/Eddie/Tommy. Adult. WC: 2750. It’s a hot summer afternoon, and Buck is watching Eddie and Tommy work on a car when he accidentally says something out loud that changes their relationships.

A Surprise Visitor. Buck/Tommy. Teen. WC: 2521. Buck gets a surprise visitor when Tommy shows up after his shift.

Prize For the Night. Buck/Eddie/Tommy. Adult. WC: 4505. When Tommy and Eddie get super competitive playing poker, Buck finds himself becoming part of their bet.

Hole in One. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2000. Buck and Eddie have a life-changing conversation during a game of mini-golf.

Mr. July. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 5400. It’s time for the annual hot firefighter calendar to begin shooting, and Buck and Eddie are surprised to learn that they’ve both been selected to be Mr. July.

Surrounded By Idiots. Chimney & Buck. WC: 1700. During a ride with the team, Buck asks Chimney a question

Normal is Overrated. Buck/Eddie/Tommy. Teen. WC: 2455. Buck and Tommy join Eddie for drinks, and a confession is made that changes their relationship.

Something Special. Buck/Tommy. Teen. WC: 3825. Buck surprises Tommy with lunch during a shared day off.

Gonna Need a Miracle. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3970. Eddie is working an overtime shift when they get a call about a MVA with injuries. When they arrive and he sees Buck’s Jeep, he comes to a few realizations.

Resisting Temptation. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2420. When Christopher calls Buck to come check on Eddie, Buck isn’t expecting to have to resist temptation.

Finding Home. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 3270. While Buck takes a shower, Eddie uses his laptop to order some food. Only he finds something surprising in the open browser window that changes their relationship.

A Theory. Buck/Eddie/Tommy. Teen. WC: 2830. Buck expects to have a fun night of bowling with Tommy and Eddie. Instead, Eddie gets an attitude, and Tommy has a theory.

Connect the Dots. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 10,560. “Let’s see how much we can get away with before they open their eyes and realize we’re together,” Buck says, moving his hand up Eddie’s arm to cup his jaw.

“If this backfires, I’m gonna blame you,” Eddie says, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss against his mouth. “But I’m in.”

Take a Leap. Buck/Tommy. Teen. WC: 1405. Tommy and Buck have their first argument, which leads to a serious conversation.

Don’t Walk Away. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4000. When Buck starts avoiding Eddie after injuring him during a basketball game, May forces him to get out and have some fun.

Salvation. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2965. During the past few months, Eddie has learned a lot about himself and the true nature of his feelings for Buck.

It Takes Time. Buck/Tommy. Teen. WC: 1590. Tommy knows that there’s still a lot that he and Evan don’t know about each other.

Best Laid Plans. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 6735. Buck goes to karaoke night with Maddie and Josh to distract himself from his jealousy over Eddie’s new friendship. His plan doesn’t work when Eddie shows up at the bar with Tommy , so he comes up with another plan—this one involving Josh and a fake date.

A Little Bruised. Buck & Maddie. Teen. WC: 2150. After Tommy breaks up with him, Maddie comes over to give Buck some big sister comfort.

Bright Like the Sun. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4800. A routine call causes Eddie to make some decisions that help him move his relationship with Buck to the next level.

Breathless. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2775. Chaperoning a middle school dance isn’t how Buck expects to spend his night off, but he can’t ever say no to Eddie.

Never Felt Luckier. Buck/Eddie/Tommy. Teen. WC: 2301. After the 118 has a tough night, Tommy takes care of Buck and Eddie.

Where He Belongs. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3575. Christopher surprises Eddie with a conversation about life and happiness, which encourages Eddie to take a risk regarding his relationship with Buck.

First of Many. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2630. While the 118 is on a rescue mission, Eddie and Buck share a moment that changes their relationship.

Dinner and a Show. Buck/Eddie/Tommy. Adult. WC: 5500. Buck has been dating Eddie and Tommy separately for months. Tonight, they’re finally coming together as three, and he’s got it all planned.

Unexpected Proposition. Buck & Ravi. Buddie. Teen. WC: 3050. When Buck picks up an extra shift, Ravi gets pushy and helps him realize a few things about himself and his feelings about Eddie.

May

Orange Crush. Buck/Connor. Adult. WC: 3500. After losing Devon at the roller coaster, Buck is having trouble sleeping and dealing with the failure of his caller dying. Connor offers to help him relax so he can sleep.

Downtime. Eddie & Hen. Buddie. Teen. WC: 3100. It’s a quiet day at the station when Hen checks in with Eddie, unexpectedly leading him to talk to Buck about his feelings.

Two Plus Two Equals Five. Buck & Chimney. Teen. WC: 4530. A couple of days after Chim and Maddie get married, Buck goes to visit Chim in the hospital and fill him in on everything he missed.

SOS. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 6000. When Eddie receives a SOS text from Buck asking for his help, he isn’t expecting for a sex toy mishap to lead to them admitting their feelings for each other.

Like a Bronte Heroine. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3900. Eddie keeps getting lost in his thoughts while waiting for Buck to come over to watch the game.

Weather the Storm. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3700. The morning after they confess their love, Eddie and Buck navigate telling Christopher about their relationship.

Special Couple Smile. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2700. During a rough shift, Eddie and Buck find some time to talk and have a moment together.

A Good Surprise. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4050. When Buck gets back to the station after an appointment, Bobby tells him there’s a surprise waiting for him upstairs.

Dilemma. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2840. Buck and Eddie go for coffee after their shift.

Distorted. Eddie/Kim. Adult. WC: 1185. Eddie goes to Kim’s house after a second date, and he realizes he’s fucked up.

Love Dares You to Change. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 7650. After realizing that Abby isn’t coming back, Buck goes to a club to find someone to share his night. He ends up meeting Eddie, who changes his world.

Stir Crazy. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2070. When Buck has to take medical leave for a few days, he gets so bored that he finally reads a book he’s had buried in his closet while waiting for Eddie to come over.

You and Me Forever. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 7900. When Buck gets struck by lightning and enters a coma dream, he chooses to go back to the real world, even though Eddie doesn’t know that they’re soulmates.

Paint the Sky. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2200. Buck and Eddie take Christopher and his friends to play paintball.

A Little Cliché. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3000. Buck takes Eddie to a lake for a relaxing day that leads to them confessing their feelings for each other.

Afternoon Coffee. Buck/Tommy. Teen. WC: 2600. Tommy wakes up in Evan’s bed and reflects on their relationship.

Brain Fog. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3000. When Buck has the flu, Eddie comes over to help take care of him. Too much cough medicine leads to an unplanned confession.

Before Dinner Snack. Buck/Tommy. WC: 3002. Tommy has Evan over for date night, and Evan’s craving a snack before they order dinner.

Catch My Fall. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 5330. During a search to find a missing hiker, Buck and Eddie get trapped and feelings get admitted.

June

Bullseye. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 5100. After another awful shift with Gerrard, Buck is surprised when one of the captain’s verbal attacks actually bothers him. Eddie offers him support and makes a confession during the commute home.

Man Down. Buck & Ravi. Buddie. Teen. WC: 4365. During a warehouse fire, Ravi and Buck work together and have a talk about their current circumstances and possible future.

Chance Encounter. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3330. When Eddie and Buck go to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market, Eddie doesn’t expect to run into his ex-wife for the first time since moving to LA two years ago.

Take the Lead. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 1300. Buck and Eddie finally have a conversation that they’ve needed to have for months, if not years.

Plenty of Time. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2800. Buck died, and it turned Eddie’s world upside down. Now, a week after Buck returns to work, he’s dozing on Eddie’s couch, and Eddie’s waiting for a sign.

Being Selfish. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4075. It’s been a little more than six weeks since Eddie’s life became a chaotic mess. Luckily, he’s had Buck’s support and constant presence to help him get through it.

Walk With Me Out on the Wire. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3800. Chris has been gone for two weeks, and Eddie is handling it as well as he can, but Buck refuses to let him deal with it on his own.

All of Me. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2550. Buck has been there for Eddie during the nearly three months since Chris went to Texas. Eddie is in a good place and makes a confession that changes their relationship.

One Look at You. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4000. Eddie and Buck are enjoying a night out when lines get blurred and feelings are finally admitted.

A Love as True as Mine. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4300. After Buck gets injured during a call, he overcomes some personal issues and ideas of love with Eddie’s help.

Cursebreaker. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4450. Buck is nervous about his apparent dating curse ruining his first date with Eddie. Lucky for him, Eddie doesn’t believe in curses.

The Moment is Here. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2550. Eddie has been in love with Buck for longer than he cares to remember but he’s been scared to jeopardize their friendship. Lucky for him, Buck is feeling brave this morning.

July

A Good Time Not a Long Time. Buck/Connor. Teen. WC: 3200. Buck and Connor have been casually having sex while Buck’s enrolled at the fire academy. When he decides to try to take their relationship to the next level, he realizes that he and Connor aren’t on the same page at all.

I Can See Clearly Now. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4800. During a simple call, Buck finds himself locked in a lab after a possible exposure with Eddie and the rest of his team on the other side of the glass doors.

Talk to Me. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 5505. Buck takes Eddie camping to get away from the city when Chris is in Texas. During the hike to their campsite, they talk about the past and realize they have a future together.

And There You Were. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4200. After admitting their feelings for each other and spending the night together, Eddie wakes up to find Buck in the kitchen and decides to distract him.

Kismet. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 5810. When an old friend asks him for a favor, Eddie temporarily trades his turnouts for a camera to help film a reality dating show. He certainly doesn’t expect to fall in love with Buck, the star of the show, though.

A Promise Made is a Promise Kept. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 52,036. When the 118 gets called to a multi-vehicle accident, Buck doesn’t expect to find a familiar face amidst the wreckage, and he makes a promise that ends up altering the course of his life. Fortunately, he has Eddie and his family to help, but he soon realizes that his relationship with Eddie is also changing.

Sparks Fly. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 570. Eddie meets his match when reporter Buck shadows the 118.

Seeing Stars. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 715. Buck and Eddie are best friends who have been pining for a while when Buck finally makes a move.

Go For the Gold. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 1600. It’s the last Olympics that Buck will be part of, and Eddie doesn’t want to lose him.

The New Probie. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2300. Eddie and the rest of A shift don’t know that Bobby’s hired a new probie until he meets his new partner, Evan ‘just call me Buck’ Buckley.

Eternal Flame. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2700. Buck and Eddie are part of the California Interagency Hotshot Crew, and they’ve been friends for years. When they’re trapped in the middle of a raging wildfire, the extent of their feelings are revealed.

August

Sketches of You. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 8100. After Christopher went to El Paso, Eddie’s had a lot of time to think while also rediscovering his interest in drawing. He’s finally ready to tell Buck how he feels about him in the best way he knows how—through his art.

I’m Yours. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 6105. While helping Eddie do some home renovations while Chris is in El Paso, Buck has been encouraging him to make choices based on what he wants. Eddie applies that lesson to their relationship and decides to be selfish for once.

How Our Story Ends. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 6100. When Buck and Eddie are sent into an apartment building that’s on fire to search for squatters, Eddie finds himself in a situation where he prays that the universe is actually real and listening to him.

Choosing You. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3105. Eddie has been patiently waiting for Buck to be ready to take their relationship to the next level. After a couple of months, Buck realizes that the ball is in his court.

Learning to Compromise. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4050. Buck and Eddie moved in together two weeks ago, and they’re learning how to compromise about the things that never came up until they were living together. Case in point, preferred grocery store for their weekly shopping trip.

First Date Nerves. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 5140. Buck and Eddie are on their first date, both nervous about taking their friendship to the next level. Neither one wants the date to end, though, so they continue it at Eddie’s house.

Perfect Fit. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3110. Buck drops by to talk to Eddie after his break up with Tommy ends up with an unexpected offer. Eddie realizes that it’s time for him to finally make his move before it’s too late.

Keep Holding On. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3230. When a rescue goes wrong, Buck and Eddie find themselves in danger and feelings get admitted.

The Way to a Man’s Heart. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 5400. When Eddie texts Buck to ask him over for dinner, Buck thinks something odd is going on, but nothing prepares him for what Eddie has planned.

No Regrets. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 4800. Buck and Eddie’s relationship changes with an impulsive kiss during a rerun of Chopped. It’s now a few hours later, and Buck wants to make sure that Eddie doesn’t have any regrets

Crazy For You. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 4600. While hanging out watching a baseball game & drinking beer, Eddie shares his honest opinions regarding Buck’s relationship. Four days later, he confronts Buck to find out why he’s been avoiding him since then.

Kindred Spirits. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 73,280. Eddie has been a member of Paranormal Research Group for nearly four years after being recruited during one of their investigations. During that time, he’s found a job he enjoys, created a family that cares about him, become an unwilling reality TV star, and fallen in love with his best friend and partner, Buck. The team is traveling across the country filming the second season of their hit reality show, Haunted Case Files, and Eddie’s unknowingly going to find his skepticism challenged when Buck sets out to prove that there’s such a thing as destiny and fate, and that some things are meant to be.

Sealed with a Kiss. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 8100. When Buck goes to the beach to get away from Abby’s empty apartment, he ends up saving a kid from drowning. He isn’t expecting to meet Christopher’s father, Eddie, who also happens to be Buck’s soulmate.

September

Perfect Opportunity. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 8000. Buck and Eddie are working a shift together several weeks after their relationship became something more than just friends. It’s after midnight when Buck finds the perfect opportunity for them to make one of his fantasies come true.

Constant Craving. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 7800. Buck and Eddie have recently started dating, and it’s their third official date. While playing a game of pool, they make a little wager, and Buck gets to indulge a craving he’s had for years.

A Possible Connection. Bucky/Stiles. Teen. WC: 6205. Bucky has to go to Poland with Natasha to pick up Clint, and Stiles finally finds a clue that might help connect Carrie Hill with Tommy Mata.

Friendly Advice. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 6800. When Ravi asks Buck and Eddie to have dinner with him, they don’t expect him to ask them for advice on how they remained friends after breaking up. The issue? They’ve never been a couple.

Pretty Kitty. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 3700. After a rough shift, Buck helps Eddie shake it off and let go.

Negotiations Over Spaghetti. Bucky/Stiles. Teen. WC: 5315. Stiles meets up with Peter and Lydia before work. When he gets to the hospital, he catches up with Susie.

Reaching For You. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 5600. While getting Eddie to safety after a sniper attack, Buck realizes that they might be soulmates and has to make a difficult choice.

Ready Now. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 5150. When Eddie starts to avoid him, Buck decides to find out what the problem is so he can try to fix it.

Helping Hand. Buck/Eddie. Adult. WC: 5200. When Eddie arrives early for their date, he catches Buck in a compromising position and offers him a helping hand.

Overkill. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 3700. Buck and Eddie figure out the best way to approach an important conversation with Chris. As per usual for them, they go overboard and have to revise their plans.

Happy Accident. Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 6150. When Buck gets some good news, he accidentally kisses Eddie, which leads to a conversation that changes their relationship.

To be continued

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[qrcane]

Ramon referred to Pac as “pai” (3970 dead 9659 injured)

[mctreeleth]

I spent the day carefully taping a 5cm grid onto a big acrylic sheet, so I can finally start digitising some vintage sewing patterns.

I'm also going to make whichever one I digitise, and if it makes any difference:

the Vogue pattern is going to be too small for me, but it is so rare that there is no other record of it online

the Style pattern I'm just going to do the jacket for now

the two Simplicity dressing gowns are basically the same except the bottom one has a slightly wider collar

the Simplicity dress/top with the flutter sleeves is probably most suitable for what's in season for me right now (it's 35°C here!)

and the Weldons coat has more interesting patterning than the other coats but I am very lazy so this would probably be the only time I would make it.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The famous luxury 1978 underground bunker house in Las Vegas, NV never sold and now it sits, sad, dark, empty, and damned creepy. The 5bd, 4ba home sold for $1.15M in 2014, but in 2019 they were asking $18M, the price of what it would've cost to build then, which would have been nearly impossible. But, it didn't sell at  $5,603,700 or even $4,230,354 in 2020 and 2022, respectively. I found some Before and After photos.

Here it is, in its heyday.

Empty, dark and desolate, it still sits all these years. Creepy, huh?

Eerie.

This was the living room.

Looks like the pool is mostly drained.

The bath is dark and desolate.

The family room fireplace.

The once-bright pink kitchen.

Because it's in Vegas, it became a wedding venue for awhile, and you could be married under the creepy arch.

Here are some more photos - the empty primary bedroom.

The BBQ grill is in a big fake rock.

If you got tired of the tropical and mountain murals, you could just walk around the house and go to the farm, complete with a water pump.

It had 2 bars for entertaining in style.

Dance floor with stripper pole and disco ball.

I have no idea what this big silver thing on wheels is.

This was one of the other bedrooms.

It has a lot of fake trees and a variety of different lighting effects.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/3970-Spencer-St-Las-Vegas-NV-89119/7092102_zpid/

[levihandynasty]

Could I ask for anyone's opinion/feedback on my writing?

I feel I've lost some skill after a long break. Please be kind in your feedback, but I do desire honesty.

My works so far in no particular order.

For feedback, I'd prefer the comment to be on this post, thank you.