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sweet summer lovin'

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, 3.7k words, nsfw — minors do not interact! written for my sundress szn collab !

you watch him watch you. you watch him watch a drop of condensation roll off your cold glass, sliding between your cleavege erotically. it makes his mouth water, makes him thirsty, though he has a big glass of lemonade in his hands. “you’re so, so pretty and— can i— fuck, can i eat you out?”

> warnings: reader is a bit of a nudist, oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, outercourse (pussyjob), cum swapping, unprotected sex, reader gets called “pretty girl”, ambiguous friends-but-not-really-lovers relationship, tits out for iwaizumi (literally)

“you’re gonna burn if you stay out here too long!” hajime yells from above, voice filtering away on the breeze spottily.

“i’ll be fine!” you shout back and wave him off.

the deck you were sunbathing on saw a fair bit of sun, but you made sure to slather on an ample amount of sunscreen beforehand. as the boat sways gently, rhythmically, slivers of sunlight from above cast dancing shadows onto your thighs.

it’s the height of summer, the sky bluer than blue, and the clouds seemed to hang lower than usual. what started out as a casual conversation with your friend group on post-graduation plans quickly turned into full-on planning for a yacht trip—so here you are in your favourite sundress, finally seeing some sun after a few consecutive months of being cooped up in your room struggling to finish your thesis.

and as much as you wanted to soak in all the sun you’ve missed out on, hajime is right—it’s hot out today and you don’t want to burn, or worse: burn unevenly.

mischief boils in your gut. the weather is perfect, all the boys are in their rooms playing mario kart, and the crew’s probably busy—what do you have to lose?

after a quick scan around the empty deck, ascertaining that it was just you, the sky, and the sea, you reach up to undo the straps of your sundress, shuddering when the loosened ribbons brush against your bare arms.

the breeze picks up at that moment, tickling your skin and ruffling the ruched bottom of your sundress. strangely enough, it felt good, almost like a person’s featherlike touch tracing along the underside of your thighs.

high off the sudden rush of adrenaline that coursed through your veins, you take another hasty look around the deck before you push the fitted bodice of your sundress down your chest.

breasts now bare and dress pooling at your waist, you stretch and indulge in your newfound freedom. this is where you’re meant to be—no more finals or job interviews to think about—just the company of the azure blue sky, the calm crashing of the waves against the yacht, and the gentle tickle of the sea breeze across your chest.

you glance down at your bare chest where your nipples were starting to perk up. as if they had a mind of their own, your hands reach up to cup your assets, gently rolling the flesh about with your fingers, while indulging in the slight pleasure of your hardened nipples rubbing against your palm.

still feeling self-indulgent, you let your hands smooth down your stomach over the insides of your thighs, then bring them up to cup your chest again to flick over your nipples. being on a yacht for two days while constantly surrounded by people meant you didn’t have time to indulge yourself the way you typically wanted to. and as much as you were tempted to reach between your legs and get the job done quickly, you also didn’t want to risk anyone walking in on you.

with that thought in mind, you leaned back and relaxed, promising yourself just five more minutes of enjoying the breeze on your bare chest before you suited up again. hopefully, the boys were still occupied with mario kart or whatever it was they were doing with the television in tooru’s room, and you could enjoy your quiet time for a bit more.

you let yourself sink into the plush sunbed, eyes closed, and relax your limbs while listening to the pull and push of the sea waves below. with the gentle rocking of the boat and the sun warming your skin, you almost find yourself drifting off to sleep, until…

“care for some lemonade?”

…until he showed up. you open your eyes to find hajime standing over you, two glasses of lemonade with matching curly straws in each hand, and his eyes transfixed on your bare chest. a wave of embarrassment crashes over you, your ears heating up almost immediately, but you try not to let it show as you take a glass from your friend.

“thanks, haji. um, what are you doing out here?” you ask, one hand struggling to grip onto your slippery lemonade glass while the other pulled up the bodice of your dress haphazardly.

at least he had the decency to look away this time as he takes the sunbed next to yours.

“just wanted to check on you for a bit,” he mumbles into his drink, tips of his ears turning red. “to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall asleep and burn to a crisp.”

“ha, i won’t, but thank you.” your face burns with embarrassment—at the fact that he saw you topless and said nothing of it, and that he cared to check in on you and bring you a drink.

“what are the others doing?” you ask in an effort to redirect the conversation elsewhere.

“they’re making the most of the air-conditioner and the 50-inch flat screen tv.”

“ah, mario kart?”

“yeah.” hajime sighs in disdain. “what’s the point of going on a yacht if you don’t get some sun? i don’t get it.”

“yeah, hiro definitely needs it. he looked as pale as a vampire this morning,” you hum in agreement. you take a sip of your drink—tangy, icy, and refreshing—and let your head loll to the side to look at hajime.

he was shirtless, save for a pair of plain white boardshorts, and he looked utterly delectable. he always dressed simply—sticking to a colour palette that favoured his pretty eyes, and silhouettes that worked to bring out the best of his toned figure. but what truly made him handsome wasn’t his clothes, but his air of quiet confidence. it rolled off of him in thick layers, even when he was shy or embarrassed like he is now.

your eyes trail over the thick of his neck, the flex of his fingers as he adjusted his grip on his lemonade glass—and you feel something warm pool in the pit of your stomach.

“quit starin’,” he mutters.

the corner of your lips quirk up into a smile. “why, hajime? shy?”

“no way,” he answers gruffly. he swirls his drink around the glass, ice clinking around the edges softly. his other hand fidgets with the vibrant orange strings of his shorts. “whatever. you can do whatever you want.”

“whatever i want, huh?” your gaze trails from hajime to the sea, a bright and beautiful blue. “it’s summer. life only starts now, don’t you think? no more deadlines to chase, interviewers to please, assignments to rush.”

“and no more annoying group mates.”

“yeah, none of that. we’re free to do whatever we want.”

“whatever we want,” he echoes. “i like the sound of that.”

you smile. “i do, too.”

hajime remains deep in thought, sipping on his lemonade slowly, but you don’t miss the way his eyes trail hungrily over your body, stopping to stare at the plush of your thighs, slightly parted with the promise of a good time in between them.

“you look very pretty today,” he starts, almost shyly.

“just today?” you shoot back with a teasing lilt to your voice.

he snorts at that. “everyday, actually. you look pretty everyday and—” his gaze sweeps over your chest, over the curve of your breasts peeking out from your loose sundress.

you smirk. mission accomplished. you take a long sip of your lemonade, dragging out the moment and relishing in the way hajime’s pupils dilate with lust.

you pull away from your straw with a soft pop. “sure, but only if you kiss me first.”

hajime was on you in less than a second, his own glass abandoned alongside yours. he kisses you hungrily, lustfully, and you could barely keep up with the glide of his lips and his hands that groped you everywhere.

“i want you,” he growls between kisses, and means it with his entire body. “want you so bad.”

his hands stray from your face to push your dress down, kneading your mounds greedily and plucking your nipples till they were swollen and sore. when he runs out of breath, hajime pulls back to take a proper look at your face—brow crinkled with pleasure and lips shiny with your spit and his. he decides he likes you like this: pliant and panting beneath him, hips bucking up into the knee he’s got pressed between your legs. for someone who had a lot to say about doing whatever you wanted, you seemed to be at a loss for what to do—hands curled up into fists by your sides and back arching off the sunbed.

oh well, he’s more than happy to guide you.

hajime redirects his attention to the lower half of your body, sitting back on his haunches as he pushes up the flowy skirt of your dress. the thin material slides over your thighs smoothly to pool at your waist. shy and feeling very exposed, you close your legs in a futile attempt to cover up, only for a warm pair of hands to grasp your knees patiently and open you up again.

“keep your legs open, babe,” he murmurs softly, marvelling at the milky, off-white cream staining the crotch of your panties.

when hajime reaches a curious finger out to rub at the spot, he finds it sticky and warm and sopping wet, leaving a film of moisture on the pads of his fingers. breath shuddery and fingernails digging into your palms once more, you whine at the brief contact and reach a hand down to feel the wet spot for yourself.

fuck, you’re way more turned on than you thought—and the two of you haven’t done much more beyond kissing.

hajime must’ve been thinking the same thing, for it took no time at all for him to get to work rubbing your hard clit over your thin underwear. you pull him up to kiss him again, fingernails pressing red crescent moons into his broad shoulders.

“haji— oooh, fuck— d-didn’t you say you were going to eat me out?” you moan into his mouth.

you’re desperate for his touch, for him, your hips lifting off the sunbed of their own accord and grinding hard into his hand. unable to resist the waves of pure pleasure that rocked more and more violently in your belly, you grab your partner’s wrist and push his fingers harder against your clit, crying out at the shock of pure pleasure that zips up your spine.

“yeah yeah, getting to it,” he huffs at your impatience, a tiny smile pulling at his lips. hajime likes how impatient you are—he likes your ironclad grip on his wrist as you rock your hips against his hand, likes the way your chest heaves with effort as you breathe deeply.

a part of him still can’t believe he’s doing this with you now—besides thinking about the cost per pax and how much alcohol the boys wanted to bring aboard the yacht, he hasn’t had the time to think about the odds of fucking his long-time crush on said yacht, where anyone could walk by anytime and see.

the thrill of getting caught only served to fuel the pure desire lining every single vein in his body—within seconds, your partner was dropping to his knees and tugging off your panties, discarding them somewhere behind him.

“fuck, you’re dripping,” came hajime’s voice—a low, sensual growl that was muffled as he laps up your juices and swirls his tongue around your hole.

you cry out in pleasure, winding one hand in hajime’s rough hair. he’s merciless and messy with his mouth—lips sealed around your clit, tongue flicking over the little bud, sucking and licking till you were writhing on your sunbed. it took everything you had in you to not scream his name when hajime adds two thick fingers to the mix, curling them up inside you and making contact with the sweet spot that had your toes curling and your legs shaking around his shoulders.

he breaks for air, lips and chin glistening with your release. “you— you like this?” he asks, eyes trained observantly on your reactions as you whine and cry his name softly.

“mmmm, yeah, hajime— d-don’t stop.” without thinking, you loop your hands around his head and push him back down between your legs. your eagerness pleases your lover—between the slick sounds of his tongue working away at you, you hear him chuckle softly.

the sound creates a steady sweep of pleasure that stirs hard in your abdomen. it travels up your chest and down your trembling thighs, building to a climax that hits you like a truck—hard, and without warning—you rock into your lover’s face once, twice, before falling limply back onto the sunbed. hajime opens his eyes to catch the golden sight of your stomach convulsing, lips parted in a silent cry as you come down from your climax, and feels his shorts tighten.

“fuck, you’re unreal,” he sighs, pleased, and crawls up the sunbed to cup your chin. “i’m going to kiss you. okay?”

your eyes fly open in surprise. “wait haji, you just— mmmph.”

you learn today that hajime kisses hard. his kisses are wet and warm, tasting of tangy lemonade and a unique saltiness you can’t quite put your finger on. he kisses you like he’s been starved of you.

but even as his tongue traces over yours, even as his breath rushes into your lungs, you find yourself only able to concentrate on his thumb tracing the underside of your jaw tenderly.

you pull back for air, dazed and kiss-drunk and already craving for more. “salty,” you note out loud, and watch as hajime’s lust-filled expression switches into one of confusion.

“salty?” he asks, tilting his head cutely.

“yeah, salty. like… like the sea breeze.”

“you’ve never tasted yourself?”

heat rushes up your neck to your face at his honest question. you tear your gaze away from hajime’s curious brown ones, fidgeting with the fabric of your sundress. “…not really, though i’ve always been curious.”

“huh, that’s cute.”

“sorry, what?”

“you’re cute. look at me.” hajime cups your chin to bring your eyes back on his. somehow, he looked as if he was searching for something in your expression. his brow furrows handsomely and he opens his mouth to speak, before thinking better of it and leaning in to kiss you again.

you squirm under him when he parts your lips to suck on your tongue, and you sigh into his mouth while you relish the new, addictive, and salty taste.

“will you let me fuck you?” he whispers against your lips.

“will anyone see?” you ask, concerned.

“doubt so,” hajime murmurs back, pushing your hair away from your face. “idiots are in their room. the crew is probably on their lunch break on the other side of the ship.” his hand lingers on the side of your face, his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek gently. you find yourself leaning into his warm, affectionate touch like a cat that’s been starved of attention. “but i promise i won’t force you into anything you don’t want.”

“no, i—” you take a deep breath. “—i want you, hajime. i want you to take me.”

you look up at him shyly, just in time to catch his eyes growing wide in delight. before you knew it, his lips were on yours again—this time, the kiss was laced with desperation, like he wanted to swallow you whole.

“wait, condom—“ he mumbles between kisses. “you have one?”

“no, i don’t.” you try to hide the disappointment in your voice. “wasn’t expecting to get fucked on this trip, to be honest.”

“oh.” a long pause. “...let’s not, then.”

“i’ll suck you off,” you offer, reaching down for the drawstring of his shorts.

“oh, you don’t have to. i can take care of this in the bathroom.”

“or…” you reach past the loose waistband of his shorts to grip his cock, already red and raring to go. “you can just pull out.”

hajime flushes down to his chest. “y-you sure?”

“yeah, i trust you. and i trust that you have the self control to pull out.” you give his cock a good squeeze, licking your lips when you catch sight of a dark wet patch staining his briefs.

hajime jerks violently at that, a swift exhale rushing over your lips. “fuck, babe, i— okay, okay, i need you. now.”

he tugs his shorts and briefs down to his knees. you find yourself sitting up and spreading your legs instinctively the moment his full length comes into view, girthy and fat. your vision hones in on the swollen, leaking tip, and your mouth waters at the thought of popping it into your mouth and sucking until your partner cums down your throat.

hajime has other ideas, however, wrapping his hand over yours and smoothing your hands over the tip of his cock. you watch, mesmerised, as his stomach flexes and a strained groan leaves his lips. hajime throws his head back as he pumps your hands up and down his shaft, gasping softly when you squeeze him.

a sense of pride washes over you. this is iwaizumi hajime—top student, up-and-coming athletic trainer, one of the strongest men you know; inside and out. he can probably take on a bear in a fight and win. but to see him falling apart in your hands, hips bucking as you pump his cock and your name on his lips, ignited a fire in you like no other.

“fuuuuuuck,” hajime groans, “feels so fucking good, i’m gonna— gonna—”

he sighs through his nose, tugging your hand off his cock. deft fingers part your folds and he pushes himself against you, the slide of his wet shaft creating a delicious friction against your clit that had your hips lifting off the sunbed, pushing back against him.

“i’ve wanted you all day,” hajime sighs, leaning down to nose along your cheek. you whine at the confession, turning your head to kiss him—he pecks your lips once, twice, before leaning down to suck at your neck. “wanted you since i saw you in this pretty little sundress at breakfast. you know i can see your panties when you lean over the railing, right?”

“n-not my fault my dress is too short.”

“i think it is, actually.” hajime licks your collarbone, then mouths along your jaw. “this flimsy little thing barely covers your ass. and you had the audacity to sunbathe here with your tits out, too—were you waiting for someone?”

he pulls back to stare you down, olive green eyes flashing with desire.

“i was waiting for you, hajime,” you coo. “was waiting for you to come out here—” you reach down to press the tip of his cock into you, gasping at the intrusion, “—to fuck me till i forget my own name.”

his hips stutter into yours, and there was a slight pause as hajime stills, his chest heaving and the veins on his arms bulging. you indulge in the sight, revelling in how fucked out he looked: a sheen of sweat covering his chest and forehead, brow creased with pleasure. then something snaps in him and he moves, pushing his cock inside of you as deep as possible—you gasp at how full you feel, legs wrapping around your lover’s waist instinctively as he fucks you hard into the sunbed.

“you’re gonna be the fucking death of me, pretty girl.” hajime reaches a hand between your bodies to stroke your clit, fingertips grazing over the bud. “you, and this fucking sundress—i swear, i couldn’t get a single thing done all day.”

he parts your folds to slide two fingers up against your clit in a vee. you buck and whine, pleasure zipping through your body and numbing your toes—not just at his ministrations, but at the praise that warmed your face and your chest. if you knew sundresses had this effect on your long-time crush, you’d have worn them in every single class you took together.

“‘m gonna cum.” you reach up and sling an arm around hajime’s neck, pulling him back down to kiss you. “gonna cum, fuck— so good, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—”

your climax blinds you momentarily, a toe-curling, mind-numbing burst of pleasure that rocks your entire body. you hear yourself crying out your lover’s name, mouthing at his adam’s apple and hands scrambling to find purchase on his thick shoulders. hajime presses soothing kisses to your hair, interspersed with whispers of quiet encouragement that had you shivering.

you clench around him—once, twice, and within seconds hajime was pulling out frantically, pumping his cock while gritting his teeth. you pull up your dress lazily, vision still blurry and legs till numb, and watch as hajime cums on your tummy in quick, short spurts. it pools in your belly button and trickles down the sides of your stomach, and you can’t help but swipe a curious finger through the milky puddle, popping it into your mouth.

“salty,” you note, grinning.

hajime collapses into you, putting his full weight on you. “it is?” he mumbles sleepily.

“yeah, it’s salty.” you nod, serious, before your smile grows wider. “why, have you never tasted yourself, hajime?” you ask, tossing his words back at him.

“...shush,” he grumbles back. olive eyes blink at you tiredly as he raises his head to look at you. “i’m sorry i ruined your dress,” he says, sincerity lacing every word.

“it’s fine, i can wash it.” you lean in to peck his lips, unable to help the surge of affection that surges over you. “which means i can wear it tomorrow at breakfast, and hopefully we can do this all over again.”

hajime laughs, a quiet chuckle that rumbles in his chest. you feel it more than you hear it, a strong vibration punctuated by the pounding of his heartbeat. “yeah, sure. like you said—we can do whatever we want. because it’s summertime,” he says.

you smile. “because it’s summertime.”

🏷 : @itachislut @thoreeo @rkivian @kurootosis @missmeinyourbones @bbyatsumu @jolynesstepmom @gochoss @izu-fi @oooohno @atsumeii @lexxleokadia @khinux @vharunabi

a/n: tits out for iwa 2022!!!

a/n2: okay on a serious note, whew!!! here it is—this is officially the longest thing i’ve ever written lmao and i hope i did our favourite boy justice. this is also the first time i’m hosting a collab which is exciting and scary all at once because i feel like i have to set a good example and!!! overall i just hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it : ) please check out the many other sundress szn pieces written by other talented writers in the series masterlist below—i’ve read them all and they’re all crazy hot, promise. you can also join the collab if you’re interested! <3

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cyncerity · 3 years ago

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Sizeshifter!Tommy au where he noms SBI and Beeduo all at once? He grows just big enough to where they all fit nice and snug in there and he can feel all them. Big man just wants to hold his family close and keep them safe!

I wrote this as quickly as I could because this prompt gave me so much brain rot. It also gave me an excuse to write one of my favorite vore tropes: overstuffed preds 💖

tw: vore

“Yes!!” Tommy yelled after his 5th consecutive win against the rest of his friends and family in Mario Kart. He heard the rest of them groan as he laughed harder at their defeat. “Alright, Tubbo, you came in last, you know what that means…” Tommy snickered as he leaned closer to Tubbo. The brunette simply laughed as he shoved Tommy’s face back. “Yeah, yeah, I owe you, but I have a feeling you’re gonna wanna cash that favor in now, aren’t you?” Tommy grinned mischievously in response. “Oh, you know me so well.”

Tommy and Tubbo scrambled off the couch and went to the living room as the other 4 continued to play. In a matter of no time Tommy was a giant, approximately 45 ft in height. Not huge, but big enough so that Tubbo had room in his stomach. And as soon as he reached that height, Tubbo shoved his arm in his mouth with a sly, silly grin. Tommy’s response to this was to close his mouth around Tubbo’s torso and slurp the rest of him in like a noodle, making the now much smaller boy burst into giggles. He licked him for a few minutes before getting impatient and swallowing him down, the now familiar feeling of the warm, squirming lump traveling down his throat bringing the shifter bliss. Tommy laid back, closed his eyes, and put a hand on his stomach as he felt Tubbo enter his belly, fully content to lay their the rest of the day.

“Tommy, get back in here, we’re starting another game!!” Tommy heard Wilbur shout. He peeked an eye open. Surely they knew he was giant right now, right? They had to have known what he and Tubbo had gone into the other room to do, they’d have to be stupid not to know. Tommy sighed and made his way back to the dining room where Mario Kart was set up, laying on his stomach (which Tubbo didn’t seem to mind, surprisingly), only bothering to fit his top half in the room. “Oh, there you are! Can you still use one of these?” Ranboo held a controller to Tommy, who’s face remained deadpan as he lifted his hand to compare it to the controller, which was barely the size of his finger nail. “Right, I guess that makes sense…” Ranboo continued a bit awkwardly. “You wanna just watch this round then, Toms?” Phil asked. Tommy shrugged and nodded as Techno started the game.

A few minutes later, Wilbur came out on top, with Ranboo being the loser. Tommy chuckled as Wilbur continued to gloat his victory to patronize Ranboo, when the mocking finally died down and the attention was surprisingly turned to him.

“Alright, Ranboo, new rule for the night: you lose, youre sleeping in the giant.” Wilbur said nonchalantly. Tommy’s face turned to one of utter confusion before he laughed a bit as an argument broke out between Wilbur and Ranboo. Ok, this could be something he could get behind. He was always up for the chance to nom his friends.

Soon Ranboo stared at Tommy with tired eyes as he pushed his lips open. Tommy quickly closed his mouth around the teen and threw his head back as hard as he could and swallowed down Ranboo in one gulp, taking Ranboo by surprise and making Wilbur lose it with laughter. Tommy rearranged himself as he felt Ranboo enter his stomach and Tubbo move over to make more room so that he was now lying on his back, watching the tv upside down. He looked down at his gut.

He had noted a while ago that 50ft was the minimum height he could be to swallow both Ranboo and Tubbo, that being the minimum height where they weren’t crowded and Tommy still felt full while not showing any signs of having eat someone from the outside. At his current 45ft, though, his friends started to make a bump on his gut. Nothing too noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but there nonetheless.

A few minutes later, Techno lost. “Alright, rules of the night, Techno,” Wilbur said as he shoved his twin brother towards Tommy, “down the hatch you go.” Techno just rolled his eyes, not excited or anything but seemingly not opposed to the idea. Tommy was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea anymore. Yeah, having two people fill his stomach was nice, but he was fairly certain that two was his max. It was already a little cramped as it was. God, if he even managed to fit Techno in their, would it give him a stomach ache? Tommy negotiated the idea of growing bigger so there’d be more room in his belly, but he had never attempted to shift with people in him, so he dropped the idea.

Nevertheless, a few moments later Tommy found himself watching the bulge of his stomach grow slightly, maybe a half inch to him, bigger as Techno entered his gut. The organ growled around its new occupant, probably realizing (just as Tommy had) that there was already to much stuff in his belly. Tommy drowsily rubbed his stomach and felt internal rubs back as he heard Phil shout from the couch, their last race seemingly over. Wilbur stood up and began shouting for a rematch. Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rematch or not, one of them was going to end up in him, and he didn’t know if he could physically take that. He wasn’t sure where the point of unhealthy weight in someone’s stomach was, but he was sure he was close to reaching it. He’d never felt so full before, and he didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not. It’s didn’t hurt like he thought it would, and so much motion under his skin made a shiver run up his spine and melt his muscles in the best way possible. Of course, that could all change once a fourth person entered his stomach. He’d only ever eaten three at most, and at that point in time he was about 150-200 ft tall, so this get entirely different.

Phil proudly and snuggly pushed Wilbur towards Tommy, who readied himself as he picked up Wilbur and carefully placed him in his jaws. Tommy took slow, small swallows just in case any harsh or fast movements would give him a stomach ache. Phil seemed to notice his sons’s dilemma, though, and moved towards Tommy to rub his stomach, trying to push his occupants aside to make room for Wilbur, and making Tommy let out a sigh and start purring, to blissful to even feel embarrassed.

“Wil’s idea cause you a bellyache, mate?” Phil asked, continuing to rub Tommy’s gut as it swelled even more with Wilbur’s entry, giving another, louder low growl at the added weight. Tommy groaned slightly and nodded. Phil gave him a sympathetic smile and he placed his hands on the organ to rub it, and felt a second pair of hands rubbing from the inside. Tommy seemed to be on the verge if sleep, the over-stuffing making him drowsy.

“Does it hurt, Toms?” Tommy shook his head. “Then, do you mind if I go in?” Phil said as he laid a hand on Tommy’s gut. Tommy nodded as he picked Phil up, begrudgingly standing as best he could and moving to the living room where he could throw the couch cushions on the floor and make a makeshift bed, feeling the most likely equally drowsy people in his belly slide down the walls of the stomach as their surroundings shifted. Tommy soon felt them start to try and get into a comfortable position after having been moved, and out of curiosity looked down at his stomach. He was surprised to see that not only had Wilbur added probably another quarter inch to his distended gut, but he could make out their movements from inside him. To him, it only looked like his stomach had swollen about two inches bigger, but he could just barely make out when someone pushed at him or leaned their full body weight against his organ. It might have been somewhat disturbing to anyone other than Tommy, but at the moment, the young shifter was to entranced by the fact that now he could actually feel and see what was going on in his belly to care.

Once they reached the living room, Phil got gently popped into Tommy’s mouth as he began to take the couches apart before he was swallowed down, reaching the stomach within seconds, everyone else who had been eaten already fast alsesp. Phil chuckled as he felt his world shift as Tommy laid back down, rubbing what he assumed to be the front of the stomach.

“Hey, Toms?” “Yeah?” “How about next time, best two out of three?” Tommy only chuckled, poking where he felt Phil rubbing his stomach. “Oh, it’s so on.”

#I broke my write asks in the inbox in sent order for this #the prompt was just to good #also thank you to the people on discord for giving me ideas #I literally wrote this in an hour and a half at 1 am and then re-read and edited it at school #also #as I was writing this I realized that there’s no longer story for sizeshifter Tommy getting nommed instead of doing the nomming #so I’ll probably do that eventually if I get good ideas or if someone sends me one #cyncerity #sizeshifter!tommy au #cynwrites #tw vore #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years ago

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Oh wow that’s awesome! Do you have some advice for beginners? I really really hate running (I always joke to my friends that if they see me running, they should run too because I’m being chased) but I’d like to give it a try to see if I can change my mind.

hi!!!! yes that was me - hated it, so much, i would run for a sprot but not running alone. but i love it now… (lmao)

i am no expert / professional, but what helped me get started (under the cut!)

was the nike run club app (it is free!) it runs an audio of a coach (you can mix it with your music) who guides you through your run - and i found that really helpful / motivational to get me started (i don’t use it anymore).

get good music! if you use spotify, some of the run playlists are not bad.

i went REALLY slow for the first few runs, and for the first two months - doesn’t matter how slow you go (even if your jog is someones speedwalk - who cares!), as long as you keep going, and focused on getting in a consecutive non-stop run (so 10 mins, 15, 20, 25, 30). and once i got the timing down - i started to increase how much i was running (but incrementally, and i might stay at that for a week, or two, until i get comfortable, or for more than that) - take it slow, rest when you need, just do you!

i find for me eating a carb (a biscuit / slice of bread) a bit before i run, helps me a lot. and i run in the afternoon / evenings / night, because it is easier for me once my body is warmed up for the day. morning runs are really tough for me (but i get sometimes the morning is the easiest / best time to exercise).

also, get decent shoes, because i used a shit shoe at first and the bottom of my feet started to hurt real badly.

i think running is a physical hurdle, but also a mental one, so just be kind to yourself and try to think of it as having fun.

i hope this helps? and good luck with the journey! let me know how it goes, or shout if you need encouragement. you got it <3 we’ll progress together!

#k talks #not cm #not tg #k moves #k runs

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lemons-are-tasty · 3 years ago

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Bravo Game Night

This is for the first day of April, and the prompt I'm doing is Game Night because I know Bravo would have a game night and it would end in disaster most of the time but they have fun. Enjoy.

"Come on 6, come on 6, come on 6, come on si.. YES!! SIX!! 1, 2,3,4,5,6....here's $400" Trent said smugly as he secured the last piece of the board that he needed, he now owned over half the board and was the richest person in the game.

"For fuck's sake!" Sonny swore as he landed on Trent's biggest property and he had to hand over the last of his money meaning he had gone bankrupt and Trent had won the game....Again. How he managed to win everytime, no one knew.

"I demand a rematch! That was a set up! I was destined to lose!" Sonny complained as they started to pack up the board.

"I'll go grab another game so that someone has a chance to win something" Brock said as he picked himself up off of the floor and went to Trent's game closet, trying to pick the game least likely to end in yells and game pieces every where, he ended up going with Boggle, what could go wrong with Boggle?

"Here, let's play a couple rounds of Boggle" Brock said as he started to set up and hand things out to everyone, they decided to make teams.

Clay and Sonny made up team number 1, team number 2 was Ray and Jason, and Brock and Trent made up team number 3, they set up the board and started the first round, right before the timer was flipped Brock asked himself, what could go wrong with Boggle?

Apparently everything could go wrong with Boggle, after Clay and Sonny won 5 consecutive rounds they were accused of cheating and that started a major argument on how one could possibly cheat at Boggle and that they were so hurt they would even think they would cheat, previously there were also arguments about what words were actually words and many, many dictionary breaks, Brock just shook his head wondering why he was naive enough to think that they were mature enough to play Boggle.

They played one more round and called it quits, naming Sonny and Clay as the Boggle champions and they decided they would play one more game before calling it quits.

They decided on pictionary, because they were tier one operators, they communicated silently all the time, pictures would just make it easier, right?

Wrong.

"A bird, a-a-a plane, a-" "Time's up" Jason declared while Clay was trying to stutter out his last answer.

"No Blondielocks, it's not a bird or a plane or any of the things you named, it's an octopus" Sonny declared, with a hint of frustration in his voice because Clay couldn't get it.

"How the hell is that an octopus?! Sonny, it has wings! The last time I checked, octopi don't have wings, they have tenticals!" Clay immediatly started arguing with Sonny.

"How many times do I have to tell you Peter Pan! Octopi is not the plural for Octopus, it's octopusses!" Sonny argued back

"So many plurals ending i Sonny, it's not just octopi, there's nuclei, cacti, fungi, hippopotami, radi-" Clay was cut off by Ray

"Wait a minute here, did you just say hippopotami, like as in a hippopotamus?" Ray asked, he was very skeptical about Clay's grammar

"Yes it's one of the two ways one can say the plural for hippopotamus, hippopotamuses or hippopotami" Clay recited to Ray, it almost sounded as if he had practiced this, like he was waiting for someone to question him on it if he ever brought it up.

"But that doesn't sou-" "Blondielocks is in-" "I know I'm rig-" "ENOUGH!" Brock shouted, sick of everyone talking over one another

"We are done, Ray and Jason won that game, here's what we're going to do, Clay and Sonny are going to clean up, Ray and Jason are going to make some popcorn and get beers, and me and Trent will set up the living room and put on a movie, game night is done, it is now movie night, go!" Brock directed them all in what they were doing.

While everyone was sitting in the living room enjoying All Dogs Go to Heaven, Brock's choice, and eating popcorn and having a good, relaxing time Brock started thinking, he was the only person who didn't win a game, they played three games and he didn't win a single one but that was fine with him, he would lose a thousand games if it meant he got to hang out with his brothers like this, no stress, no expectation, no anything, just relaxation and peace for a couple hours.

If he was smiling throughout the rest of the movie, who could blame him?

That was my first entry for the 30 prompts for April, i'll try to get April second posted tomorrow, but we'll see, spring break is ending and I have things to do, but anyways I hope you enjoyed -QMP

#trent+sawyer #jason hayes #brock reynolds #ray perry #sonny quinn #clay spenser #game night #board games #movie night #bravo team

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untaemedqueen · 4 years ago

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 11.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Maya Jump Scares (My Fave!), Sweet Yoongi, Talks of BDSM, Mentions of Hard and Soft Limits, Sexual Teasing, Introducing OC to BDSM, Kissing, Panty Kink, Use Of The Color System, Bondage, Training Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Breast Play, Degradation (Slut), Squirting, Mentions of Lactation Kink, Yoongi Cries, Pet Names, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Edging, Multiple Orgasms, Embarrassed Yoongi

A/N: Good luck. I'm fucking DEAD. Always a shout out to the greats @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna

Yoongi probably hasn't slept this well in a long time. Probably since he was a kid.

It's difficult for him to rouse from his slumber. It's comforting to feel your limbs contorting around his. He can feel himself drooling on your pillow distantly.

Everything feels like a dream right now.

He can feel your head laying on his arm. His hand is pressed to your stomach still and he feels such peace.

Opening his eyes, he can make out the chandelier on the ceiling. The daylight rays that bleed through the window bounce off of the Swarovski crystals that hang and they sprinkle the walls and ceilings with rainbow lights.

He would have never noticed these things before. Did last night change something in him?

Looking around the room, he jumps at the sight of Maya as she leans against the marble wall.

He sighs loudly, his hand running through his hair as his heart beats rapidly.

"What?!" he mouths to her.

Looking over at you, he brushes some hair off of your sleeping face. The baby must be making you so tired.

You did work hard last night on the delicious dinner you made. That might tire you out too.

Maya raises her eyebrows at the both of you in bed.

You groan at the light that now shines on your face since your hair has been moved.

Throwing your body over Yoongis' with a whine, he shushes you gently on instinct.

"Go back to sleep, little dove. You're alright." he whispers gently.

"It's twelve o'clock." Maya mouths to him, holding up his Rolex watch.

He's late for work.

Looking down at you, he watches how peaceful you are in your sleep.

He doesn't care about work. He's perfectly content where he is.

He flicks his hand, telling the woman who is like his mother to go away.

With a smile, she bows her head. "Sir."

"Yoongi?" your voice is laden with sleep.

He finds himself smirking as you whisper his voice.

"Right here. I didn't leave," he promises as you pick your head up off of his arm.

"I slept like a brick," you mumble.

Chucking to himself, Yoongi can only agree.

"Me too. I'm late for work." he jeers.

You sit up quickly, eyes roaming the room before finding the digital clock by the bed.

"It's twelve! You're so late!" you gasp loudly.

"It's okay, I'm the boss, little dove."

"That's not a good excuse," you jeer, shoving his shoulder with a laugh.

He finds himself chuckling as he lays back down on the pillow. "I can work from home."

You pout at him, combing your hair over your shoulder as you sit up against the headboard.

"I haven't been up to the third floor, yet." you admit, stretching your limbs to a satisfying degree.

"I can show you what's up there. Maybe after we eat some brunch," the father of your child suggests, laying back down on the pillow.

"I'd like that," you reply, warmly.

Last night, you discovered so much about the man lying beside you. You could never imagine how hard his life has been. It's really a shame.

But, there are times you find his sweet side peeking out. And you decide to focus on those instances from now on instead of the others.

He deserves it.

You deserve it.

"Why haven't you made yourself at home?" Yoongi asks, gently.

Looking around the room, you notice the cardboard boxes of paintings and stuffed animals. Small little knick knacks piled up without a place to go.

Humming unsurely, you look around the room. "I just didn't feel like my stuff was good enough to put in here maybe? I didn't really feel the need to do it." you reply with a shrug.

Yoongi scoffs gently as he stands, twisting his back with a groan. The sounds of his bones cracking echo throughout the large room and you smirk as he walks over to the boxes.

You watch his legs contort and flex through his briefs and the image of his pert backside makes an eyebrow raise.

He is really good looking.

Picking up a stuffed red panda, he tilts his head at the cuteness. His eyes look down into the box and he notices just how many stuffed animals you have.

"Jesus, why do you have so many?" he asks with a laugh, continuously picking up some of the toys big and small.

Sitting up to look past him, you giggle.

"Every year during the Fall Festival, I get at least two. Their fun to get! Makes fun memories!" you reply happily as you stand up.

"You can remember every single memory for each stuffed animal?!" he sounds bewildered and it makes you laugh.

"Of course!"

"No fucking way!" he jeers.

Stepping beside him, you watch as he rifles through the box.

Pulling out a panda at the bottom of the box, he hands it to you.

"What memory is that, smarty pants?" he quips, leaning against the glass door to your balcony.

Your lips purse as you stare down at it.

"Well this is Yukhoe, I got him at the fair… seven years ago, I think? I won him for getting the most consecutive balls in the one thousand point hole during skeeball."

"Bullshit!" Yoongi cries with a laugh.

His laugh is so pretty. Even the gummy smile he gives you is heart stuttering.

"I'm serious!" you reply, shoving him gently with your hand.

He snorts loudly, rolling his eyes as he folds his arms.

"You should put them up if you have so many memories," he insists looking around the room.

You hum unsurely, placing the toy down to grab at your stomach.

"Or maybe you can put them in the babies' room? That'd be nice," Yoongi mumbles absentmindedly.

You find yourself smirking even amidst your morning sickness. He's being so kind. It's making butterflies appear when you thought it could never happen.

Finally, he looks back down at you. He notices how you clutch onto your stomach, how you lean against the armchair for support.

"You feel sick?" he takes it upon himself to tie your hair up without argument.

"Just a little," you reply.

Helping you sit down, he crouches beside the chair. He rubs slow, soothing circles to your back as you rest your elbows on your knees.

"It'll go away," you promise.

"I know, little dove. Sesame gremlin is really molding your body to how it sees fit," the CEO whispers.

Your heart feels warm as he speaks such kind words.

"You remembered," you whisper in awe, turning your head to look at him.

He smirks, furrowing his eyebrows. "I remembered? That you called it a sesame gremlin?"

You nod happily as he chuckles.

"That's our baby name for now, why would I forget that?" he asks, confused.

"Just didn't think you cared that much," you reply, the nausea starting to ebb away.

"Oh, I care. It's just hard for me to show it sometimes… Most of the time." he whispers, brushing some stray hairs away from your cheek.

You hum sweetly, a noise that fills the man beside you with glee.

"I feel a little better," you whisper, sitting back up.

"Good. Let's go get you some water and food, hmm?" he asks softly, helping you stand.

Watching you walk away to the bathroom, Yoongi can only describe this past encounter as comfortable. It just seems right. It feels domestic and warm.

It feels so perfectly his.

"Frederic, that was amazing!" you say, setting down your fork.

The chef looks up at you from the pan, a wide smile set on his face.

"Madame. You flatter me. I am just your humble serviteur," the man says, bowing to you.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

It didn't take long for him to call his office and tell them that he would be working from home. But, it was just long enough for him to begin missing you while you were in the shower.

He's starting to become attached to you. He's only ever felt attached to Maya.

"You have to go work, right?" you ask him as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

He nods slowly, picking up his coffee while turning to you.

"Yeah, just gotta go over a few documents. You can come up with me though, if you want to. Bring a book or something?" he sounds shy as he asks you.

Not too long ago, that question would have made you feel uncomfortable. But now, you're more than content with agreeing.

"Sure, I'm almost done with a book I took from the library," you reply as he helps you down from the stool.

"What book are you reading?" he finds himself asking, his arm extends, politely telling you to walk first before him.

"Atlas Shrugged," you reply, ascending the stairs.

The prospect of you reading such a large book makes him impressed.

"When did you start reading the book?" he inquires softly, the both of you landing on the second floor.

"Two days ago," you say, walking towards your studio to grab the book.

"You're almost finished with a one thousand page book in two days?!" his voice is filled with awe as you pick up the hardcover book.

Turning to him, you press the book to your chest with a smile. "Well yeah, it's a great book."

His lips purse, seeming impressed. "Well goddamn, you're an enigma aren't you, little dove?"

The third floor is perfectly grandiose. There are small cases filled with what seem to be heirlooms lining the marble walls.

"No one really comes up here." Yoongi explains as you walk through the large hallway.

The two wings at the top seem to be filled with crates and boxes. There are white sheets that cover many pieces of furniture and at night you would hate to be up here. It seems like it would be creepy and daunting.

"Most pieces of furniture and the art and statues in the crates haven't been added down to the museum wings, yet. I just leave them up here." Yoongi says as you wade through them all.

"So interesting," you quip, lifting a white sheet to look at the pretty furniture beneath it.

"Kinda creepy." Yoongi says, folding his arms.

You hate to admit it but you nod along with his words.

"Just a little," you reply with a giggle.

"Come," he whispers softly.

As you continue back to the main hallway, you feel his hand on your lower back once more and it fills you with a sense of calm.

He's getting good at that these days.

"This is my office," he says, opening up the double doors.

Everything in this room is pristine and you can tell that it's never been used before last week.

As you go to step inside, your feet linger as a black door down the hallway catches your attention.

"What's that room?" you ask, curiously.

Your feet taking off without you.

"Oh, little dove! Wait!" Yoongi cries out as you step in front of the door.

It has a fingerprint key to it. Seems secretive.

"This is just a room of my hobbies and stuff," he sounds absolutely embarrassed.

His hand rubs at the back of his neck and you notice how his irises shake with nerves, looking from the room and then back to you.

"Show me," you whisper as he leans against the wall.

He hums unsurely.

You sound so excited about it.

"It's really not for you to see." he replies.

Frowning, you tug on the door handle which gives no reaction.

"Come on. It can't be that bad. Unless, you have dead bodies in here," you joke.

Rolling his eyes, he sighs gently. He doesn't want to see you frown. So, against his better judgement -- he puts his thumb on the fingerprint scanner. The noise echoes throughout the silent floor and he clears his throat awkwardly.

"It's a BDSM room. I've never used it though," he says quickly, opening up the door.

"Whoa," you whisper as the room is opened up to you.

Automatic lights turn on as you step inside.

The walls are all black marble and the large bed that sits at the far end of the room is mocha brown.

You can tell the sheets are satin and luxurious even from far away.

But, the main thing that catches your attention is the multitude of cabinets and drawers that line the walls almost artistically.

Yoongi watches you with nervous eyes. He watches how you run your hand over the wooden fixtures that line the walls.

"What's this?" you find yourself asking.

You point to a large black X figure that is attached to the wall.

The CEO rubs his hands together nervously, pushing himself off of the door frame to walk closer.

"It's an X cross. You hop on these footrests and you get shackled to it," he sounds uncomfortable as he speaks.

"Cool." you reply, setting down the book to hop on.

"Whoa! No! You're pregnant, be careful!" he whines, putting his hands on your rib cage to keep you up against the cross.

"So? Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I'm broken," you quip, putting your hands on his shoulders.

"Little dove," he admonishes softly.

He looks up at you on the cross and the dirtiest things begin to flit through his mind.

Imagining you naked, with your hands and feet shackled to the cross. Seemingly incapacitated as he strokes your pretty pussy.

What would it be like if your belly was bigger? He'd be able to rub--

"Get down," he begs.

Rolling your eyes, you hop off of the cross.

"You're no fun," you quip, walking around him to the wall of riding crops and canes.

"I am fun!" he retorts, folding his arms once more.

"What's this?" you ask softly, your fingers running through the multitude of leather strands that hang from the top.

"It's a flogger," the father of your child mumbles through gritted teeth.

He sighs softly as you pull it off the wall.

Rearing back, you snap the flogger to your hand and your palm sings with the devilish sting.

"Ow," you whisper softly.

Yoongi watches your eyebrows contort in pain and he's quick to rip the toy from your grasp. It tugs at his heart.

"Stop. You're going to hurt yourself," he admonishes, once more.

The way he speaks, even if it's supposed to come out gruff and annoyed, it just sounds caring and worried. Which is why you're perfectly okay with continuing along with your nosy inquiries.

"Do you like to flog people? Or hit them with this?" you ask, taking a large, thick cane off of the wall.

The way he sighs, it makes you smirk.

"Depends on the situation. How bratty the sub is being," he throws the word bratty right at you and it makes you smile.

"So would you be caning me or?" you quip as you turn to him.

His tongue licks at his lips at the prospect of it.

"I would be fucking wrecking you until you're begging," he mumbles, pulling the thick cane out of your hand.

"So let's play," you whine, tugging his hand over to the bed.

His eyes flutter shut and it takes all of his inner strength to pull away from you.

"You're pregnant. Stop it," he chides, hanging the toys back on their appointed shelves.

"No fun," you mumble, sitting down on the bed.

The bed hugs you comfortingly and you hum in appreciation laying back.

Turning to you, the father of your child watches as your shirt rides up. He can see the small little bump beginning to form and he clenches his teeth at the sight.

"I have to work," he reminds you, watching you run your hands over the satin sheets.

"Go ahead. I'll be here, playing with myself. You have vibrators?" you giggle as his eyebrows furrow.

"Come on, little dove," he says, already heading to the doorway.

With a small giggle you stand up, you'll break him. In time.

It's difficult for Yoongi to pay attention to work, once again. His eyes keep drifting to you over his laptop. You finished the book in the first hour that you've been in his office.

Now scrolling through your phone, you pretend not to notice how he stares at you over the lip of his computer.

The light from your phone highlights your swollen breasts and the CEO finds himself shifting in his seat a multitude of times.

Just thinking about you in that room is doing things to him. He constantly tries to swat away the thought of having you in that room. But it's becoming more difficult as the hours go on.

What's so wrong with having sex with pregnant women?

There's really nothing wrong with it per se. But he feels like they should be more paternal, no? You're carrying a child, would you also be indulging in sexual acts?

He doesn't know how to feel anymore. Like he's thought countless times before, you're fucking with his head.

"This says that Doms and Subs have a contract," you speak aloud.

Yoongi huffs out gently, putting his hands over his face.

You're getting too obsessed with this.

"Sometimes," he replies softly.

"Do we need to have a contract?" you ask with a smile.

He snorts gently at how pleased you look.

"No, little dove. We're not having sex, so of course there is no need for a contract." he says through gritted teeth.

You are really something else.

Crossing your legs, you scroll through the website.

He tries to focus on the many words that are staring him in the face but he keeps looking back at you as your eyes continue to light up.

"Oh! Soft limits. Let's start here," you say happily.

Yoongi puts his hands in his hair, tugging softly on the strands.

He feels like he's going crazy.

"Y/N, please," he whispers, almost begging you.

"We promised each other that we would be truthful to one another."

Rolling his eyes, he replies. "Yes, in the sense that if either of us asks a question we would answer it honestly. Not in the sense that if you suddenly find yourself on a BDSM website, you feel compelled to tell me the truth about what soft limits you're setting for yourself in a non-existent dom slash sub relationship."

Scowling playfully, you roll your eyes.

"Well. My soft limits are as follows."

Yoongi sighs loudly, grabbing the glass of whisky off his desk to keep his thoughts at bay.

He feels his lips tugging upward as you look through the website.

So annoyingly cute sometimes.

"Breast bondage is a soft limit. Because they hurt a lot right now," you murmur.

Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, his eyes narrowing at you.

You're trying to rile him up. He can feel it.

"Little dove," he warns you as you lean closer to the desk.

"Nipple clamps, not sure if I'd be okay with that right now. Anal play, never done it so I'm not sure if I'd like it. Over the knee spanking, won't be able to do that soon."

Yoongi sips his whisky slowly, letting the warmth of the alcohol curl around his muscles.

"You've never had your ass played with before?" he asks, obviously intrigued.

Got him.

"No. I've only ever been with a few people before and they didn't seem into that sort of stuff," you reply.

He scoffs gently. Your ass is one for the ages, you should have been played with.

"Maybe after you give birth, I'll show you." he suggests above the lip of his glass.

"Sounds like a promise," you quip.

He smirks gently, leaning back into his chair. "Maybe, little dove."

"What are your limits?" you inquire, trying to push him more.

He hums, closing his laptop. Clearly, he won't be working anymore today.

"I usually only write hard limits. No fecal or piss play. No straight jackets. No pony play. Shit like that."

"I have no idea what any of that means besides the shit play," you reply, making him laugh.

"Why are you so obsessed with this all of a sudden?" Yoongi inquires, raising his eyebrow.

"Well it's something you enjoy, so I'm curious about it! You took an interest in my painting. And, I like the idea of getting interested in what you enjoy. You seem very safe and protective of your hobby and that's great!" you say happily, leaning against the desk.

The CEO hums gently at your kind words.

"You're so sweet," he mumbles, resting his chin on his hand.

Fine, he'll play along.

"Is fisting a soft limit or a hard limit?" he inquires.

Locking your phone, you turn your chair more towards him as he throws his feet up on the desk.

"I've never tried it before but it seems painful," you reply honestly to him.

His tongue slowly licks over his lips at the simple thought of you beneath him.

"What about butt plugs? Any preference?"

"Never tried them," you whisper, picking up your glass of water.

His lips sputter as you tilt your head.

This feels so free and so right. It's playful and fun. The sexual tension just adds to how normal this all feels.

"You haven't tried a lot of stuff, have you?" he asks, taking his feet off the table to stand.

"No actually, I haven't. I've always been kind of prude when it came to sex. Me and you in the back room was just a one off really. I don't really do that sort of thing," you explain truthfully.

He hums in agreement, rounding the desk. "So I'm special?"

You certainly think so.

"Maybe," you whisper, your head tilting as he steps behind your chair.

"If I show you my hobby one time, will you leave it alone?" he asks gently, bending down to your ear.

His breath is warm against your now flushing skin.

Since getting pregnant, when you aren't feeling sick or tired, you've found yourself overwhelmingly horny. It's almost a fucking sin.

"I don't think you'll be able to satiate yourself after just one time," you quip, feeling his hands run over your shoulders.

"Oh, little dove. I have the patience and strength to keep myself at bay." he replies, his lips drifting over the shell of your ear.

Yoongi thinks if he can just get this out of his system once then it'll be safer. He's been without sex for a while now and he's perfectly okay with keeping it that way. He'll just take back some wank bank footage and then he won't have to continue thinking about it.

"Will you be gentle with me?" you find yourself asking, your voice sounds small and it makes Yoongi's cock begin to harden beneath his briefs.

"I'll take very good care of you, little dove. I promise." he says, holding out his hand.

You feel excitement starting to creep through you. You've been thinking about this for a while now, if you're being honest. When you had sex with him in that back room, it was the greatest sexual experience you've ever had.

Taking his hand, you find him smiling down at you.

"Come on, little dove. Time is money."

His voice is more playful this time around and it makes you giggle. Winking at you, he tugs you out of the large office.

"We'll go by the color system for today, okay?" the father of your child asks softly, unlocking the secret room with his fingerprint.

"Color system?" you ask, gently.

He hums in agreement, running his hands over your sides as the door shuts behind him.

Bending down, his eyes flicker to your lips.

God, he hasn't kissed you in so long. Is this something else he can indulge in just for today?

Taking shallow breaths, his hand cups your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut at the softness, breath hitching as you wait patiently.

This feels so right.

Without a second thought, he presses his lips to yours.

You've almost forgotten what he tastes like. You've forgotten how excited and on edge you were in that back room.

Groaning against your lips, the tip of his tongue traces the seam for you to part for him.

His hands grip at the globes of your ass. "Jump." he whispers against your lips.

Doing as told, you mewl into the kiss. You wrap your legs around his strong waist, hands carding through his hair.

His tongue is rough over yours, taking the small gasps and moans you give to him freely.

Yoongi walks towards the bed, laying you down gently as he climbs over you.

Pulling away from you, his lips are red and raw. His eyes are hooded with lustful intentions.

You've both been thinking about this for a while now.

"What do you say to me if you want to play?" he asks, sitting up.

Your eyes trail over his body, finally landing on his erection that strains almost painfully through his pants.

Licking your lips, your mind completely goes blank.

"Little dove, you answer me when I'm talking to you. Or have you forgotten?" Yoongi asks, running his hands over your clothed legs.

Your mouth opens to reply but it isn't fast enough for the CEO.

Pinching your inner thigh just hard enough to cause a reaction, he smirks as you squeal softly.

"Answer me, little dove. Or I'll go back to my office and we can forget all of this playful fun," he threatens.

Pouting up at him, he simply chuckles.

"Daddy." you whisper.

"That's it." he replies, bending back down to kiss you.

You can feel your loins beginning to curl and unfurl with hopeful desires.

"Take off your clothes only on the upper half of your body. I wanted you stripped by the time I get back to this bed," Yoongi's voice is dominating as he whispers against your lips.

Reaching up to kiss him once more, you find him already pulling away.

"You're not going to fuck me?" you ask, quickly taking off your clothes to accommodate his words.

"No, little dove. You're pregnant," he reminds you, digging through a drawer for rope.

You roll your eyes at his words. It's always pregnant this or pregnant that.

"It's perfectly safe to have sex while I'm pregnant y'know," you tell him hopefully as you unhook your bra.

"I'm sure it is, little dove." he replies softly.

Once he finds rope that he thinks is suitable, he tugs it in his hands a few times to hear the fabric snapping back onto itself.

The sound sends a shiver down your spine, your heart starts to beat faster with excitement.

"Are you naked for me?" he asks, focusing his eyes on the many toys that hang on the wall.

"Yes," you reply, breathlessly.

He's afraid to turn around. What if he falls deeper into his lustful ways for you if he sees you so bare before him?

He has this unrelenting fascination with you so far. Something that truly makes his palms sweat. You're so good and kind, so beautiful and understanding.

What if he just continues to fall? He doesn't know how he'll be able to cope or cushion himself.

He musters his strength.

Turning around, he takes in your swollen breasts, your veins visible against your skin from how huge they're already becoming. Your nipples are bigger, darker and puffy.

"Oh fuck," he curses under his breath.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He's not going to be able to keep this at a one off at this rate.

"Are they okay?" you ask nervously, looking down at your breasts as he continues to ogle.

"You're gorgeous," he assures you, walking slowly back over to the bed.

With the sweet compliment soothing you, you find it easy to lay back.

Drifting his thumb slowly over his bottom lip, he takes you in.

"Take off your pants," he instructs as he sits on the edge of the bed.

He watches you do as told, his eyes drifting over your breasts to the small bump that's growing slowly but surely.

You're a vision to look at.

Unfortunately for Yoongi, he's already becoming attached to you in everything.

"Give me your panties," he commands.

"I think you have a panty kink," you quip, throwing your underwear on his lap.

Chuckling, he stands up putting your panties into his back pocket.

"Just your panties, little dove. We're going to go over some instructions before we play, okay?" he asks, running his free hand over your bare side.

The warmth of his hand makes your body go rigid. You nod understandingly as he bends down to kiss you.

"When I'm with a new sub or," his thumb grazes over your cheek as he pulls away from you, "a very beautiful mother of my child. There needs to be rules."

"I'm listening," you reply, earnestly.

"We're going to use the color system. Green means it's okay to keep going. Yellow means to proceed with caution. Red means to stop. If you say red at any point, that's it. It's over. We don't have to play anymore. If it gets too much you have to make sure you tell me red, do you understand?" his voice is gentle as he explains.

"Alright, that sounds fair." you say as he lets the rope fall loose from his hand.

"Can I tie you up? Is that okay with you?"

The prospect is too good to deny. You nod with a small smile, sticking out your wrists.

"Repeat your colors for me while I tie you up, little dove." he instructs, pulling your arms over your head.

"Green for okay, yellow for slow and red for stop." you repeat for him, the neediness starting to seep into your voice.

"Good girl," he praises you.

Pulling the rope tighter, he makes sure you have breathing room but not enough for you to get out.

"You're good at tying knots," you compliment, tugging on the restraints.

Yoongi chuckles as he slips down the bed to tie your feet. "Just call me a boy scout."

With a giggle, you wiggle your hips playfully as he travels south.

His eyes narrow up at you, a glint of happiness flitting through them as he smiles. He nips at your outer thigh, earning a gentle groan from your lips.

He doesn't even need to watch how fast his fingers move to tie you up, he could honestly do it with one hand behind his back. Instead, he decides to focus on you. To focus on how you squirm for him and how shallow your breathing is. He watches your chest heave up and down, your nipples turning into stiff peaks at his longing gaze.

He wants to remember this, remember all of this because this is a one off. And, he has to remember it as such.

Hopefully.

"You okay?" he asks, finishing up the knot tying.

"More than okay," you reply.

"We're going to try to train your orgasms, little dove. Make it so that your orgasms belong to me and only to me," his voice is gruff, the prospect of having your orgasms to himself and only himself is sending him into overdrive.

"You can do that?" you find yourself asking.

Situating himself between your stretched legs, he begins to smirk.

"I can, if you want to give your orgasms to me. Do you want that?" he asks, brushing some hair behind your ear.

While he has been caged off, you haven't been. You understand him more than ever and it would be special to have him control something so powerful. He's already given you a child, given you somewhere so grandiose to live. You can give him your carnal pleasure.

So you nod.

"That's my girl," he whispers with a wink.

Bending down, his lips trace over your jaw. He takes in every hitched breath and every signal of rigidity as it sets into your bones.

"Your tits look so good." he compliments, earning a gentle gasp from you.

Your head turns, wanting to give him more access to the column of your neck.

"You're going to need patience, little dove. You need to give yourself over to me completely, do you understand?"

You can feel your arousal beginning to soak the sheets beneath you, your hands strain against the ropes begging to feel his body. "Y-Yes Daddy, I understand," you whisper softly.

"Good. I'm going to let you cum once and you tell me when you're about to cum, do you understand me?" he asks, pulling away from the shell of your ear to lock eyes with you.

You feel yourself falling into his mocha irises, can feel yourself wanting to give him your everything. "Yes."

"Good," he kisses your lips gently.

His lips continue to kiss over your skin, your hips bucking into the air for more.

"Behave or I'll stop," he threatens against the column of your throat.

Your eyes flutter shut, lips pressing into a straight line as he gently suckles on your skin.

He leaves small cherry blossom petals in his wake as he continues to lavish on your skin.

This training is something Yoongi has always been good at. He's always thrived from being in a position of power. But for once, he has an overwhelming urge to please. Something he hasn't felt… well ever.

Moving his hands up your side, you gasp loudly as he gently cups your breasts.

He shivers at how full they feel in his hands, how swollen and sensitive the skin is beneath his palms.

"Oh, Daddy!" you moan as he squeezes softly.

"What's your color, little dove?" he can barely contain himself above you, his cock is so hard and throbbing within the confines of his jeans.

"G-Green, Daddy. Feels so fucking good!" you whine, your head lolling back as he continues to squeeze.

"Fuck, I bet it does," he whispers, kissing over your collarbone.

Pulling away from you, he can see how flushed your skin is. He can see how swollen your clit is already becoming and he knows that he can make you cum easily without even having to touch you.

"You're a little slut, aren't you?"

You whimper at his words. It takes you back to the night you were together.

You enjoyed hearing how dirty he could talk. How perfectly degrading his words can be.

"Your slut, Daddy. I promise," you moan out as his knees knock your legs open wider.

"Yeah, I bet you are. Pregnant with my baby and letting me take your pleasure how I see fit," he mumbles.

Biting your bottom lip, your body shudders as his thumbs swipe over your sensitive nipples.

You gasp loudly, your body undulating beneath him.

"I've-I've wanted you to touch me for so long," you moan, tugging on the restraints.

His lips turn upwards into a smirk at your words. He's been wanting it for a while too.

"Me too," he replies truthfully.

His thumbs and index fingers nibbley roll your nipples.

Trailing his eyes over your body, he can see how much arousal is trailing down your perineum and soaking the bed. His eyes flutter shut at how gorgeous and vulnerable you are beneath him.

He lets his lips trail over the curve of your breast, releasing one to reach for the apex of your thighs.

Your body shudders under his touch, preening for more.

Picking up your spilt arousal on his fingers, he suckles on them. God, he almost forgot what you taste like.

"Jesus Christ." he mumbles.

His tongue peeks out, flicking quickly at your stiff peaked nipple.

Your gasps and moans goad him on, he can barely pay attention as your breath becomes shorter and stunted.

You can feel the band within you tightening.

You would have never thought that you could be on the brink of an orgasm with Yoongi just playing with your breasts.

"D-Daddy, I'm so close." you whine, spreading your legs wider with hopes your center will be touched.

He hums in agreement as he forsakes one breath for the other.

He makes a mental note of how sensitive you are for him.

Suckling your nipple into his mouth, he moans against your skin.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!" you moan loudly, your back bowing off of the bed as white hot pleasure courses through your bones.

He pulls off of you, rolling and pinching your nipples with his fingers until you're orgasming beneath him.

Your ears ring, mouth going dry as you babble his name incessantly.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises and he raises an eyebrow as you squirt onto the sheets below you.

He takes all of this in. Every little reaction you had to his advances, all of your ques to elude to your orgasm. You'd be very easy to train.

He waits patiently for you to come down from your orgasm, stroking your skin lovingly.

"What's your color, beautiful?" he asks softly, palming the erection in his pants.

"G-Green." you whisper, already wanting more.

You don't want this to end, and you don't want this to be a one off.

"Well aren't you just such a good little sub," he jeers, bending down to kiss you.

You could get drunk off of his kisses. They make you feel on top of the world. You want to please him, really and truly please him.

"Can I suck your cock, Daddy?" your voice is so innocent as you ask.

He groans gently, cupping your cheek. "No, little dove. That isn't a part of this." he replies, against your lips.

His hand drifts from your cheek to between your breasts before finally situating over your stomach.

He swallows thickly, feeling how hard your womb is beneath his hand.

"Please? If it's a one off, you should get pleasure, too." you suggest coyly, thrusting your breasts closer to his face.

His gummy smile appears then, almost breaking your fragile heart. "I'm already getting pleasure from seeing you beneath me."

His thumb drifts slowly over the almost invisible bump on your stomach.

You begin to pout, tugging roughly on the restraints that hold you bound.

"Yoongi, please?" you whisper, eyebrows furrowing as you beg.

He sighs gently, his bottom lip purchasing between his teeth as he thinks.

He really shouldn't. This isn't right.

"You're pregnant," his excuse is sounding weaker and weaker every time he says it.

"So? Doesn't mean I can't suck your dick, Daddy. Wouldn't you like to feel my breasts in your hands while I suck you off?"

He groans gently at your questions, you can see his cock throbbing at your words.

"Little dove," he says breathlessly.

"I'll swallow for you, Daddy. Let you cum in my mouth." you whisper, laying back on the bed.

His eyes roll back at the prospect of it all.

"Maybe when my tits get bigger and filled with milk, you can suckle on them."

"Jesus, when the fuck did your mouth get so filthy?" he wants to sound appalled but it comes out amused and turned on, as it should.

"Guess you'll have to clean it out. Let me suck your cock." you reply with a smirk.

"Oh fuck." he grumbles, unbuttoning his pants.

"This is a one off!" he reminds you gruffly, tugging down his pants and brief.

Untying your hands, he sighs gently to himself. He's going to give you whatever the fuck you want from now on, isn't he? What the fuck is wrong with him?

As you wait patiently for him to finish untying you, you stare at his cock as it rests against his stomach.

Even on the first night you were together, it's still a beautiful sight.

"This is supposed to be training." he mutters to himself.

You giggle to yourself as your wrists become free.

With over zealous confidence, you press your hands to his chest. Shoving him down, he laughs loudly.

"Watch yourself, little dove!" he chides, holding your hips steady as you straddle him.

You wrinkle your nose playfully at him and he can only smirk.

Man, you're infectious.

It feels good. Like, tingles inside of oneself and giddiness in spades.

Gripping both hands onto his shirt, you raise your eyebrows.

"This shirt was made in Italy." he warns you.

With a careless shrug you rip it open, hearing the buttons pop and scatter along the marble floor.

He shakes his head with a chuckle as you stare down at his toned body.

God, he's so fucking hot.

Your eyes drift over the planes of his abs and they get softer as you look at the small circular burn marks from cigarettes.

"Wait," he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

You keep your eyes on his face as you bend down.

"I don't normally let people touch my-- oh, God," he cries out as your lips drift over his skin.

Your lips feel healing against his skin. His hands grip at your sides rougher as you take your time worshipping his stomach.

His breathing is ragged and his palms are becoming sweaty.

"You're very handsome," you say, kissing over the biggest burn.

His body shivers and undulates under your touch.

He's never felt such odd comfort before.

"O-Okay. Little dove, e-enough," he practically begs.

Maybe he needs training too. Training on how to be loved.

You take pity on him, leaving his burn marks alone for now.

He sighs gratefully, bringing his hand to his face to wipe away tears he didn't know had even arrived.

"You're so sweet, little dove." he mumbles, carding his fingers through your hair.

You smile up at him kindly, the act making his heart beat quicker inside of his chest.

Focusing back on the task at hand, you run your lips over his long length earning a hiss through clenched teeth from the father of your child below you.

"Fuck," he curses, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

Wrapping your hand around his length, you watch precum begin to pearl incessantly at the seam of his mushroom head.

You look up at him for confirmation and he smirks at your subservience.

"Very good, little dove. You may." he says, gripping your hair tighter with anticipation.

Swirling your tongue around the head, you take immense pleasure in the way he groans. The groan is long and stunted and you know you're pleasing him already.

"That's it, baby."

The pet name slips so freely and he doesn't take it back as you bow your head down farther.

"Fuuuck, keep going." he instructs.

Licking his tongue over his lips, he curses gently beneath his breath as you begin a rhythm.

Stroking whatever doesn't fit in your mouth, you can hear words of praise leaving his lips like a prayer.

Your arousal has started to drip down your thighs at this point and Yoongi stares for the longest time, dying to be inside of you.

"Take it all. Like you did the night we made our baby," he commands.

With a gentle moan, you swallow around him. Gagging and sputtering on his cock, your vision becomes blurry with tears.

"Fuck, you're so good at sucking my cock. Jesus Christ!" he moans loudly, his eyes rolling back as you hollow your cheeks around him.

His free hand comes up to palm your swollen breast, being as gentle as he can in the throes of his pleasure.

"You're all mine, huh? I can just take you up here whenever the fuck I want, can't I?" he asks through gritted teeth.

His mouth is getting looser as his pleasure takes over.

You moan in agreement, getting sloppier on his cock. Precum and spittle stream down your chin as you continue to please him.

"You're such a bad girl, little dove. You're too good at sucking my cock, gonna make me want you over and over again."

That's the plan.

With a gentle whine, you let him into the recesses of your throat. His head falls back to the bed, his hips gyrating and thrusting on their own.

"Little pregnant slut, begging to be full of me when she's got my kid inside her. That what you want? You want to be my pregnant slut?"

You moan loudly against his cock as he begins to precum once more.

Tugging his hand off of your breast, you pull it to your parted thighs.

He curses loudly, feeling how much of your arousal is soaking his fingers. He begins to rub quick circles on your swollen clit, feeling it throb beneath the pads of his fingers.

"You're gonna kill me." he threatens through gritted teeth.

Rocking your hips in time with his fingers, you practically lose yourself when his cock begins to throb for release in your throat.

"Squeeze my thigh when you're about to cum." he warns you and you moan in reply.

Everything about this is so perfect and so yours.

You forget everything going on besides just the two of you in this bed.

It's like it's meant to be.

"Messy little thing," he praises, letting your hair go to wipe your chin.

Sitting up on one elbow, he watches you in your entranced pleasure.

He can feel himself coming to an end but he edges himself, pushing away his orgasm until you do.

With a loud whine, you squeeze his thigh harshly begging to cum for him.

"Uh uh. You wait until Daddy says you can cum."

You mewl sadly around his cock, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Countdown from ten and then cum." he instructs.

Doing as told you count slowly, breathing shallowly through your nose as he continues to fuck up into your mouth.

Reaching ten, you squeeze his thigh again.

"Good girl. Cum."

On his command you cum around his cock. Moaning and undulating as you see stars.

He curses loudly, feeling the vibrations in your throat around his pulsing cock.

"Swallow." he groans out, falling back onto the bed as his thrusts become sloppy.

With a few more thrusts, streams of his cum meet the back of your throat.

You swallow diligently, adoring the taste of him with a whine.

He groans breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut as he becomes boneless on the bed.

"What the fuck did you do that for?!" he asks, putting his hand over his heart.

Swallowing all of him, you let your mouth hang open. He grips at your chin, pulling your face down to his eye level.

"Good," he replies in a whisper.

He sighs loudly, running his hands through his hair.

What just fucking happened?

How did that just turn into some of the best foreplay he's ever had?!

"That was a one off?" you quip, sitting back against the headboard.

He rolls his eyes, sitting up at the end of the bed.

"That was a one off?" he retorts with a whiny voice, grabbing his briefs.

Your mouth falls open as he stands up off the bed.

"You're mocking me!?" you gasp loudly.

"Shut up." he mumbles with a chuckle, bending down to kiss you softly.

His eyes widen at how normal that is before he's pulling away quickly.

"This was a bad idea!" he says quickly, grabbing his pants.

You watch how nervous he is and it makes you sad. He doesn't even know what normal is.

"Was it a bad idea? Or are you just scared?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He picks up his shirt, looking at the broken buttons.

"This shirt was from Italy! I had it hand stitched by a ninety eight year old woman living in Florence!" he yells, shaking the shirt in the air.

"Well buy a new one, you love buying stuff." you suggest.

"She could be dead before I get my next order in!" he replies, shaking his fist quicker.

"Are you ignoring my question because you're embarrassed?" you ask, tilting your head.

He grunts angrily, busying himself with untying the knots.

"Miss Therapist, keep your questions to yourself!" he cries out, giving up on the knot untying.

He paces back and forth, his hands in his hair.

"You could kiss me again, that might be an idea." you suggest.

He grits his teeth, his mind running a mile a minute.

This was just a bad idea all together. He should have NEVER given in! He should have just ignored it like he always does. He's still falling, maybe even faster now.

Fuck!

You can see his eyes flickering back and forth nervously.

"Okay!" you cry out, clapping your hands.

Jumping off of the bed, you step into his path. He stares into your eyes as you look up at him.

Grabbing your wrist, he struggles against you slightly. You tuts your tongue, placing his hand on your stomach.

He looks up at the ceiling, pieces of black hair falling into his eyes.

"It's not wrong that we did what we did. If anything it was nice. Don't let your guilt eat at you," you tell him.

He sighs loudly.

"I just don't… know how to feel. You know how I get by now…" he replies softly.

"I do know. And, that's why I'm telling you it's okay," you promise.

He closes his eyes for a mere second. Looking back down at you, his eyes open.

His gaze fixes to his hand on your stomach. Then to your swollen breasts which are now covered in small marks made by him.

"We're being truthful with one another still?" he asks.

"Always," you reply earnestly.

He takes a moment, pulling you over to the bed.

"This just feels right, it feels too good… I've never felt this or had this before. And, when I thought I was getting it, well… look at that catastrophe." his voice falls flat, looking down at the marble floor.

"You still have to learn what happiness is, Yoongi. You don't have to be afraid to feel something new. And, if you do then you can tell me all about it. I'm just across the hall." you whisper, nudging your shoulder against his.

Warmth is the first thing he feels after he hears your words.

"This wasn't a one off, was it?" he mutters, earning a laugh from you.

"Doesn't have to be." you reply as he puts his shirt on.

"What if I get the urge to kiss you?" he sounds shy as he asks you.

"Then just do it. You have my permission," you say simply.

He smiles to himself gently, his eyes drifting over your naked body.

"Well, that sounds okay then." he says softly.

With a hum, you kiss his cheek.

"What if I want to kiss all the time?" he asks, pulling your clothes away from your hands.

"Well, maybe not all the time," you jeer, laying back on the bed.

"But you said I have to learn happiness, and maybe kissing makes me happy."

You giggle at his sweetness. "I think you're going crazy."

"Me too." he whispers, bowing his head down to kiss you.

As you continue to kiss slowly, your stomach rumbles hungrily.

"Someone's hungry." Yoongi mumbles against your lips.

Smirking against his lips, you feel your clothes return to your lap.

"Can I have my underwear?" you ask, putting your bra on.

"No. They're mine." he replies, helping you put on your pants.

"What, are you making a Y/N pantie collection?" you quip, slipping your arms through the sleeves of your shirt.

Yoongi takes in this moment, feeling how compassionate and fun you are. How absolutely radiating with beauty you are.

"If you're a good girl, maybe." he jeers back, helping you stand up.

Snorting gently, you roll your eyes.

"Can't believed you ripped my fucking shirt, like a pregnant wild animal." he mumbles, motioning his arm for you to walk first.

Laughing together, you open the room door.

Standing before you is Maya, a hand on her hip and an eyebrow quipped up to the sky.

"Jesus!" you both yell at the sight of her.

With a small smirk, she simply shrugs.

"Madam. Sir." she says, happiness enrapturing her voice as she takes off down the hall to his office with a feather duster in hand.

Yoongi snorts loudly, tugging his shirt closed.

If this is what happiness is, he might just be okay with delving into it.

"Let's go get you some food, little dove."

Next Chapter ----->

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Slaad Lord, Chourst

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[And we’re back! With a bit of a bang, as I am going to be posting the four slaad lords from 2e over the next couple of weeks. Ssendam and Ygorl are as old as the slaadi are, having first appeared in the 1e Fiend Folio, but Chourst and Rennbuu were introduced in Dragon Magazine in 1995. Between them, Chourst has only one canonical illustration and Rennbuu two, so there was a lot of room to work with. One thing that I hope to accomplish with these slaad lords is to make them feel appropriately chaotic, but not evil. Slaadi have always had that issue.

The biggest mechanical change between the 2e Chourst and my version has to do with the shift in cosmology. In Planescape, the plane of Limbo is filled with random assortment of all four elements and can be shaped by a strong will. Chourst causes that to all fall apart into chaos with their mere presence. Since the Maelstrom of Pathfinder doesn’t work that way, I changed it to a thematically similar aura of wild magic.]

Slaad Lord, Chourst CR 22 CN Aberration This gangly giant is a humanoid frog more than three times as tall as a man. Its skin is a yellowish white, shot through with mottled silver veins. It has blank staring eyes, long fingers and toes, and a triangular head. Strangely, it is dressed in a dapper traveler’s fashion, with cane, hat and cape.

Chourst, the Whimsical, Lord of Randomness CN agender slaad lord of randomness, exploration and antisocial behavior Domains Chaos, Destruction, Liberation, Travel Subdomains Freedom, Exploration, Slaad, Whimsy Worshipers anarchists, free-thinkers, wanderers Minions chaos beasts, grey slaadi, shoggoths Holy Symbol a triangular face looking down, with circular staring eyes Favored Weapon greatclub Obedience For one hour, do as thou will. Gain a +4 sacred bonus to saves against compulsion effects Boons: 1: hideous laughter 2/day; 2: freedom of movement 2/day; 3: wind walk 2/day

Chourst the Whimsical is a force of nature, moving like a hurricane and creating devastation in their wake. Not all of this destruction is intentional, as Chourst is as likely to pick flowers as fights. But magic warps and twists in their presence, and spells can fire out of control easily wherever they go. Chourst spends most of their existence navigating the cerulean seas of the Maelstrom, but can and does transverse the planes to go a-wandering as the whim suits them. The Lord of Randomness has many admirers among free-thinkers and the more philosophical hedonists, but they tend to admire the slaad lord at a distance.

It can be difficult to keep Chourst’s attentions long enough to engage them in prolonged combat. When traveling long distances, Chourst can and does appear in a great explosion, as much to announce their presence and gain attention as to cause damage. Their signature weapon is a cane tipped with a likeness of his own face, but their claws and fangs are deadly weapons as well. Creatures bitten by Chourst lose their ability to maintain a constant shape, and eventually collapse into chaos beasts. Chourst tends to save their bite attack for those that truly offend or annoy them.

Among the slaad lords, Chourst and Ygorl have a tenuous alliance. Ygorl approves of Chourst’s more destructive moods, and encourages them to create more chaos beasts and transport slaadi across planar boundaries. But Chourst’s attention frequently wanders from any kind of mission. Chourst is not stupid despite their lack of focus, and has impressed some protean choirs with their defense of random action as a manifestation of philosophical chaos. The only things Chourst seems to genuinely dislike are inevitables and other lawful outsiders, which they often polymorph into humiliating forms or simply kill.

Chourst is among the largest of the slaad lords, standing 22 feet tall.

Gigglestick Aura strong enchantment and evocation; CL 17th Slot none; Price 181,250 gp; Weight 40 lbs Gigglestick is Chourst’s signature weapon, a wooden cane tipped with a representation of the slaad lord’s own head. In combat, Gigglestick functions as a Huge+3 anarchic greatclub that changes size with its wielder. It also functions as a rod of wonder, except that the save DCs to avoid particular effects are DC 25, and a wielder can use its function as a rod of wonder as a swift action three times per day. Construction Craft Magic Arms and Armor, Craft Rod, Quicken Spell, creator must be chaotic, chaos hammer, confusion; Cost 90,625 gp.

Chourst CR 22 XP 615,000 CN Huge aberration (chaos, extraplanar, slaad, slaad lord) Init +5; Senses darkvision 120 ft., detect law, detect magic, Perception +24 Aura cloak of chaos (Will DC 27), wild magic (300 ft.) Defense AC 38, touch 18, flat-footed 32 (-2 size, +5 Dex, +1 dodge, +4 deflection, +20 natural) hp 434 (28d8+308); fast healing 20 Fort +24, Ref +18, Will +26 DR 20/epic and lawful; Immune charm and compulsion effects, sonic; Resist acid 20, cold 20, electricity 20, fire 20; SR 33 Defensive Abilities fortification (50%), freedom of movement Offense Speed 40 ft., air walk Melee Gigglestick +35/+30/+25/+20 (3d8+22 plus 2d6 against non-chaotic opponents), bite +30 (2d12+6 plus corporeal instability) or 2 claws +32 (3d8+13), bite +32 (2d12+13 plus corporeal instability) Space 15 ft.; Reach 15 ft. Special Attacks explosive entrance Spell-like Abilities CL 20th, concentration +29 Constant—air walk, cloak of chaos (self only, DC 27), detect law, detect magic, freedom of movement At will—astral projection, cloudkill (DC 24), confusion (DC 23), greater dispel magic, solid fog, wind walk 3/day—quickened displacement, earthquake, fire storm (DC 27), empowered greater shout (DC 27), polymorph any object (DC 27), symbol of insanity (DC 26) 1/day—gate (DC 28), implosion (DC 28), summon slaad (CR 20 or less, 100%, 9th level), symbol of strife (DC 28) Statistics Str 36, Dex 21, Con 33, Int 19, Wis 22, Cha 28 Base Atk +21; CMB +36 (+40 disarm or trip); CMD 55 (57 vs. disarm, trip) Feats Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Empower SLA (greater shout), Greater Disarm, Greater Trip, Improved Disarm, Improved Trip, Mobility, Multiattack, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (displacement), Spring Attack, Whirlwind Attack Skills Acrobatics +26 (+30 jumping), Bluff +19, Diplomacy +19, Disguise +19, Intimidate +22, Knowledge (arcana, geography, nature, religion) +22, Knowledge (planes) +25, Perception +24, Spellcraft +25, Stealth +18, Survival +24 Languages Aklo, Common, Protean, Slaad, telepathy 100 ft. SQ change shape (animal, dragon, giant, humanoid, magical beast, shapechange), no breath, slaad lord traits Ecology Environment any land or underground (Maelstrom) Organization unique Treasure double standard (Gigglestick, other treasure) Special Abilities Corporeal Instability (Su) Claw—contact (curse); save Fort DC 35; effect amorphous body and 1d4 Wisdom drain per round (see below); cure 3 consecutive saves. The save DC is Con-based. A creature cursed with an amorphous body becomes a spongy, shapeless mass. Unless the victim manages to control the effect (see below), its shape constantly melts, flows, writhes, and boils. An affected creature is unable to hold or use any item. Clothing, armor, helmets, and rings become useless. Large items worn or carried—armor, backpacks, even shirts—hamper more than help, reducing the victim's Dexterity score by 4. Speed is reduced to 10 feet or one-quarter normal, whichever is less. The victim gains the amorphous quality, but cannot cast spells or use magic items, and it attacks blindly, unable to distinguish friend from foe (–4 penalty on attack rolls and a 50% miss chance, regardless of the attack roll). A victim can temporarily regain its own shape by taking a standard action to attempt a DC 20 Will save. A success reestablishes the creature's normal form for 1 minute. Spells that change the victim's shape (such as alter self, beast shape, elemental body, and polymorph) do not remove the curse, but hold the creature in a stable form (which might not be its own form, depending on the spell) and prevent additional Wisdom drain for the duration of the spell; shapechange and stoneskin have a similar effect. The victim takes 1d4 point of Wisdom drain from mental shock every round that it ends its turn in an amorphous shape—upon being drained to 1 Wisdom, further Wisdom drain ceases and the creature is transformed permanently into a chaos beast (no further number of saving throws can cure the condition at this time). A creature transformed into a chaos beast can only be recovered using a miracle or wish spell. Explosive Entrance (Su) Chourst can dismiss wind walk on themselves as a standard action. When they do so, they appear in an explosion, dealing 10d6 each of fire, force and sonic damage in a 40 foot radius (Reflex DC 33 half). The save DC is Charisma based. Slaad Lord Traits (Ex/Su/Sp) Chourst is a slaad lord, a powerful slaad that has assumed quasi-divine traits. A slaad lord has the following abilities:

DR 20/lawful and epic

Resist acid 20, cold 20, electricity 20, fire 20

Immune to two of the following: charm effects, compulsion effects, death effects, energy drain, fear effects, poison, petrifaction

Summon Slaadi (Sp) As a standard action once per day, a slaad lord can summon one or more slaadi constituting a CR 20 encounter. This is the equivalent of a 9th level spell

Immortal (Ex) A slaad lord does not need to eat or drink, and cannot age.

Capable of granting followers spells, as per their cult entry above

Wild Magic Aura (Su) Any creature attempting to cast a spell or use a spell-like ability within 300 feet of Chourst must succeed a DC 33 Will save or the spell is effected by a wild magic surge. Creatures with the chaos subtype are immune to this effect. The save DC is Charisma based.

#chourst #slaad lord #slaad #D&D #pathfinder 1e #original art #tredlocity

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whump-town · 3 years ago

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Counting Down The Days

The real kicker here is that I don't even like Christmas and I don't know at all why I thought of this...

Fluff, not really sad

No Pairings

Spencer has never liked Christmas.

As a child, December rolled in and cast over the city an impossible task. His thin wrist grabbed as he tucked pudding into his sweater and his ears tugged at when he bolted for the door, knowing getting caught one more time would mean child protective services would come back. And each time he picked his mother up off the floor, every time he tucked himself in the coat closet to try and hide from her wailing and shouting, he knew they would see through the veil. His mother wouldn’t survive having him taken away. No one else can get her to take her medication. No one else could read her books in their original forms. German and Arabic and Spanish. And what was the point in reading Don Quixote except to do so in the original Spanish?

But not getting caught shoplifting in December, when all of the staff of every store was watching for just that, is impossible. December met icy cold fingers dragging through his stomach and lying to his mother that he had eaten something while he made her ramen. He can go one more day but she can’t take her meds on an empty stomach.

As an adult, these things have changed drastically. Christmas is great. He really can’t complain. He loves dressing up for Dave’s fancy dinner and turning into a bragging point. The feeling of Dave’s heavy arm around his shoulders, showing him off to his friends. Finally being able to understand what it must feel like to have a parent bragging about you to other adults, even if at a certain point they’re just trying to show up to their friends. That doesn’t change the flush in his cheeks or how nice he feels smiling and stuttering around an explanation of his PhDs. Stomach twisted up and cheeks hurting when Dave finally leans in and relieves the guests with a “see? Kids so damn smart I don’t even understand what he got a degree in!”

He misses Morgan and Hotch.

They’ll come around for Christmas, he knows.

Hank is getting so big and he’s carrying on the tradition of all of Spencer’s other nephews and calling him “weed” but there’s nothing like that big baby smile when he comes in through the door. Tottling steps and an armful of baby. It just makes him want his own kids but for now, he’s content with his nephews. Jack calls him a lot. He got the ability to do math from somewhere but certainly not from his parents -- Haley was an English major and Hotch uses a calculator for basic math. So Reid is generally the only person that he knows who can talk math. Christmas will bring Henry and Jack home from college. There’s speak of a boyfriend but Emily knows only minimally about this from what she’s heard from Hotch and what Jack has told Hotch is also minimal at best. Henry is… JJ gets a lot of radio silence from him but Hotch is quick to assure her that is just typical. Jack did the same thing but now he’s a senior in college and Hotch is lucky if he goes three consecutive hours without some sort of text or call.

“Who is my doctor at home?”

“Do you think Uncle Derek can change my oil? Wait, can I go that long without checking it?”

“What year was Aunt Jessica born? Don’t tell her I asked you that.”

“How old are you again? 53? 60?”

Spencer is just excited to have everyone under one roof.

Hotch and Emily grew up under the kind of parties that Dave throws for Christmas. Tokens to be shown off by their parents and ignored under every other circumstance. Both having been shipped off at least once during their childhoods when they no longer fit a certain look. Emily was no longer young enough to attract her mother’s friends, breast a little too formed, and acne that could not be tamed. Hotch with shadows of bruises that would not heal. Dead eyes that no longer raised from the floor.

Dave’s parties bring out the worst in them. Emily is a very bad influence on Hotch and together they have considerable tolerance for alcohol, they can do some damage. But they’re not loud. Spencer loves to watch the two of them, the way they ease into the night. Hotch warm now, his edges softened to pleased little smiles and thoughtful hums. Emily is chatty, leans into touch, and stretches out like a cat bathing in the sun. The night ends with their soft arguing. Spencer could butt in at any time to the subjects that they talk about but he finds himself far more content to sit and watch. Emily’s toes tucked under Hotch’s thigh and his head turned on the sofa, lazily listening to her speak.

They always approach every subject as if it’s the simplest thing. Let it be Marx, spending the hours in front of Dave’s parlor fire speaking in hushed tones about surplus-value and what makes a commodity. About the ins and outs of Cormac Mccarthy, Hotch loves The Sunset Limited and Emily does not. Whitney Houston and how poor Hotch’s Spanish is and if that’s his fault or hers.

Garcia loves the parties even if it does create a little cognitive dissonance for her. Her parents would hate this but she feels pretty in her gown and no one lets her forget it. She keeps track of the kisses placed on her cheeks. Derek smelling of something woodsy as he leans in with a wink, “you’re very beautiful this even, mama.” And Savannah smells warm and inviting and she gives the very best hugs. “Green,” she whispers, “is very much your color.” How Hotch hums along to songs and always gives in to her request for one dance, his smile growing wild as she steps on his toes.

And Spencer loves that she always asks him to match her. So he’ll proudly come in with his matching bowtie or pocket square. Lending her his elbow as they step in, stepping just out of the way that the right people come to greet him and no one else. Morgan is warm and tight, always squeezing just a little too hard. JJ fussing with his hair.

But it’s only September.

He’ll have to pass through Halloween. Jack and Henry are too old these days to run through the bullpen dressed as whatever fictive hero they have grown obsessed with this fall. Coming up to his desk knowing he’s hidden the largest bowl of candy, that he’ll sneak into their pockets whole-sized candy bars to eat as they trick or treat. At best he might get some pre-game pictures from them both, neither having grown out of their love for Halloween. Jack is still very into dressing up but Henry will still throw something together.

There will be Thanksgiving, a holiday choppily shared between them all. Just showing up at Dave’s randomly or Morgan’s depending on who wins that argument this year. He’ll be lucky to see them all under the same roof. If it’s at Dave’s then he’s guaranteed warm and cozy Hotch and Emily. Both bothering Dave in the kitchen, their lost childhoods always burning the brightest around one another, and exasperating Dave. Maybe Garcia will win her favorite game and Dave will teach her to cook whatever he’s decided they’ll have this year. If it’s at Derek’s then at least he’ll get to see Hank. JJ and Savannah will be there, they’re pretty good friends. Garcia will certainly be cooking something and Derek will be manning the grill.

But it’s months out until December.

And all Spencer wants is unabashed affection.

Dave’s arm around his shoulder and his high sung praises.

Emily snagging him up to dance to “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and kissing his cheek for the trouble.

To see Matt and Luke interact with the team. Dave’s attention turning to point out his other boys, “knuckleheads but they mean well”. How Tara will take up the empty space left on the couch and butt into Hotch and Emily’s argument, turning warm and comforting like the other two. And Spencer can’t wait to see how similar the three of them are-- you just have to see through the layers.

Until it’s nearly two in the morning.

Jack and Henry are missing, Luke thinks he might have seen them on the back porch.

Emily is sleeping, head in Tara’s lap and feet in Hotch’s. The other two blinking slowly into the fire, glasses of wine warm in their hands and dangerously close to falling.

Matt is sitting on the floor, children spread out around him.

There’s the buzz of conversation still coming from the kitchen. Garcia, JJ, Savannah, and Kristy giggling over wine and gossip they’re certainly not supposed to know.

Spencer looks up at the calendar sitting above his desk and crosses off the day.

He always hated December. He never got to appreciate Christmas. They represented everything he didn’t have, all the things he thought he could never have. But as mid-September leaves a crisp edge to the air, he finds himself counting down the days tell what used to be a measure of his insignificance.

Now it’s the only day that seems to matter. The only day he feels like he matters. Surrounded by the warmth of familiarity. By love.

He misses his family.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #savannah morgan #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #jack hotchner #david rossi

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 4 years ago

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This was Diamond Town. It was a small town surrounded by huge diamond mines and filled with diamonds dug out of said mine. It was also divided into two areas. The center was the "Town of Light" where aristocratic mansions were lined up. Surrounding it was the "Town of Wind" where ordinary, but cheerful residents lived. Kirby, Waddle Dee, and President Dedede were residents of the Town of Wind.

Kirby's home was a room in an apartment where no one lived. He was secretly living in a building that would soon be torn down. It was a rundown apartment, but Kirby loved it. The first reason was the the window. The window was partially broken, so it was well ventilated. Second, even if he sang as loud as he could, no one would get angry. The third thing was that a small airplane could be parked on the roof of the building. Kirby was very good at flying airplanes. He enjoyed carrying his luggage, taking an airplane, and going on an adventure to a distant city.

Dedede, the president of a nearby factory, was his airplane racing rival. The maneuvering skill of President Dedede was not bad, but he was not as good as Kirby. In the race yesterday, Kirby brilliantly achieved a hundred consecutive victories against him.

Even though the sun was high in the sky, Kirby was sleeping comfortably. A wooden apple crate placed near the window acted as his bed. In his dream, Kirby was boarding an airplane and flying around the sky.

" ... Let’s ... do it ... Somersault ...! " he said sleepily. The front door opened and Kirby's friend, Waddle Dee, jumped in.

"Good morning, Kirby! Hey, get up. Big news!" Waddle Dee gently woke Kirby. He rubbed his eyes and got up, still half-asleep.

"Hmm ...? Ah, good morning, Waddle Dee. Breakfast, I'll have it ... "

"Yes, yes, finish up," Waddle Dee took a sandwich out of his pouch and handed it to Kirby. He always carried food with him for his gluttonous friend. Kirby's drowsiness immediately disappeared.

"Wow, egg and ham sandwich! I love your sandwiches!" Kirby smiled and bit in.

"Hey, listen. There's big news," Waddle Dee announced in a loud voice. "This is this morning’s newspaper." Waddle Dee spread the newspaper and showed an article with a big photo.

Kirby stared at the newspaper blankly. "’An Ancient Machine Discovered in the Diamond Mine!’ ...? What is this?"

"A mysterious machine was found in the mine. It's so old that it's buried all the way in the back. It seems that it was dug out by chance."

"Hmm ... " Kirby wasn’t interested in diamonds or ancient machines. Waddle Dee grew frustrated.

"It's a nice machine. Look at millionaire Mr. Fugo's photo and comments on it," Waddle Dee said. He showed Kirby a photo in the newspaper.

The one in the picture was a smiling gentleman with a beautiful mustache. He was no stranger to the inhabitants of this town. Mr. Fugo was a rich man and the owner of a diamond mine. Not only that, Waddle Dee explained that most of the city, from railroad companies to bread factories, belonged to Mr. Fugo.

"It seems that this ancient machine has great power, but it doesn’t work now."

"Why not?"

"Because important parts of the machine are gone: the gears. So, Mr. Fugo put a prize on them. A prize of ... one million Point Stars!"

Kirby wasn't interested at all when he heard the amount of money Waddle Dee shouted. He finished eating his sandwich and opened his hands with a bright smile.

"I’d like tuna and cucumber sandwiches tomorrow! Ah, but bacon and tomatoes are also good. It's delicious with fried shrimp and potato salad ... "

"Ah, Kirby," said Waddle Dee. He spoke a bit louder so that Kirby could understand the greatness of the prize. "Listen carefully. Don’t you know how much that is? You can buy thousands of nice clothes!"

"Hmm."

"You can buy thousands of high-end hats!"

"Huh."

"And ... and ...! You could eat a deluxe lunch for 100,000 people at Chef Kawasaki's restaurant!"

" ... Eh!?"

Kirby, who hadn’t been listening until now, squealed with widened eyes. "100,000 servings ...!? Of the most luxurious deluxe lunch!?"

"Y-yes, but that was just an example ... "

"Wowwww!" Kirby grabbed Waddle Dee's hand tightly and started running. "Let's go, Waddle Dee! Fast, fast! If we don’t hurry, lunch time will end~!"

"Oh, calm down, Kirby," Waddle Dee said while being dragged along. "You need the prize to eat the deluxe lunch for 100,000 people, and you have to find the gears to get the prize."

"Uh ... yeah ...? "

Waddle Dee spread the newspaper. "The article. Read what it says."

According to millionaire Fugo, the ancient machine had the power to make everyone happy, however, the gears were stolen by an evil wizard and the machine stopped working. The stolen gears should still be sleeping somewhere in town.

"If the gears are found, the machine will work again. I want to make the citizens of this town happy. For that reason, I’m willing to put my entire fortune into it,” he had said, so he promised a huge prize for the gears of the ancient machine.

"But even if there wasn’t a machine like that, everyone would feel happy if they ate Chef Kawasaki's deluxe lunch," Kirby said curiously. Waddle Dee laughed.

"If it were you, maybe, but everyone's wishes aren't the same as yours."

"Eh?"

"I think ... " Waddle Dee said with shining eyes, "the wonderful ancient machine will surely fulfill each and every one of our wishes. Kirby's wish is to eat a lot. President Dedede's wish is to win an airplane race. I hope it’s a machine that can fulfill each and every one’s wish."

Kirby smiled. "What kind of wish do you have, Waddle Dee?"

"Huh?"

"You must have a wish too, right? What kind of wish do you want to make?"

"I ... I, uh ... " Waddle Dee closed his eyes shyly and spoke. "I want to eat a sweet called ‘chocolate.’ Just a bite."

" ... Chocolate ... "

You couldn’t get sweets in the Town of Wind. Only the aristocrats of the Town of Light could eat such luxury goods. Kirby sometimes flew to distant cities, so he had eaten delicious sweets from all over the world. Waddle Dee, however, had only eaten sweets by listening to Kirby's stories and imagining it. Even if Kirby bought souvenir sweets, they were all picked up by the guards at the entrance of the city. The rules of Diamond Town were strict, and people were not allowed to bring sweets in without permission. Kirby spread his hands wide.

"Don't say just a bite! Let's eat a lot—as much as we can!"

Waddle Dee nodded. "That's right. Let's eat a mountain of chocolate together! I'm looking forward to it."

"Yeah! To do that, We have to find the gears!"

"Let's do our best!" the two cheered.

Around the same time, President Dedede was visiting a café in the neighborhood. The store manager smiled at the president.

"Welcome, President Dedede."

"Give me the lunch special. I’ll have a large serving of bread with it."

"Yes, the lunch special and a large serving of bread."

President Dedede was a regular customer of this shop, "Daroach’s Café." It was a small shop, but it was popular because it served good coffee and lunch. The store manager was a hard-working man named Daroach.

President Dedede sat down by his favorite window, spread out his newspaper, and started reading. He spoke while Daroach brought out the plates.

"Did you hear, manager? The big news in the newspaper?"

"Hm? Oh, do you mean yesterday's airplane race? I heard from a friend—it’s a shame."

Dedede gave Daroach with a sour look. "Hmph! That’s boring, I don’t care about stuff like that. I'm talking about the ancient machine."

"What? Ancient machine?"

"It seems a great machine was found in the diamond mine." President Dedede pointed to the newspaper.

Daroach read the article. He seemed amused. "Heh, I don't know about the truthfulness of it, but it's a fun story. What kind of machine makes everyone happy?" he said.

"Read the rest of the article. It says that someone will pay a prize for those gears."

"Huh, really? Such a large amount of money. Just finding some gears can make you that much ...? "

"They’re not just any old gears. They’re special gears that can make ancient machines move. They’re not easy to find. Hm, I don't know ... "

"Right, but if anyone could find them, I bet it’d be you." President Dedede was quiet as he thought about Daroach’s words.

"Really? You think so?"

"I do. You’re smart and have a lot of courage. I think you could do it."

"Wise words. Well, I think so, too."

"Heh, please find them. And if you get the prize, please order a special lunch every day at our store."

"Hahaha! I'll buy the entire store, more like it."

"I look forward to it."

President Dedede finished his meal in good spirits and began to leave. After he left, however—the aura around the store manager changed. Daroach muttered in a low voice, with a harsh light covering his face and a fearless smile in his mouth.

"An ancient machine. Isn't that an interesting story?" At the same time, the door opened and a new customer came in. As soon as they did, Daroach returned to the face of a working store manager and greeted them with a cheerful voice.

"Welcome! Seat yourself! Today's lunch special is hamburger steak!"

The manager of the popular café was merely a guise. No one knew his true face in the Town of Wind.

The Town of Light, which was lined with aristocratic mansions, was a quiet area that was completely different from the messy streets of the Town of Wind. The road was wide and there was no trash to be seen. The scent of flowers from the gardens here and there was just right, and beautiful music could be heard from somewhere nearby. Every day and every night, a party was held in a mansion somewhere.

Tonight, a certain mansion in particular was crowded with guests who had arrived. Luxury meals were carried out one after another, and conversation was lively. During this, one of the guests stood up. He was a fine gentleman with a masked face and a red rose in his chest pocket.

"Oh? Are you leaving already, Meta Knight? If you’d like, you can take the dessert home with you." The lady of the mansion, unfortunately, stopped the guest.

"It's an exquisite chocolate cake handmade by our chef. By all means, I insist you—"

"No, it's fine. I'm done." When Meta Knight left, the aristocrats whispered.

"Maybe Meta Knight isn't interested in cakes ... "

"He's a cool person. I don't think sweet foods are good for his reputation ... "

"Oh, such a shame. I’ll have to tell the chef not to make such a sweet dessert ... "

After leaving, Meta Knight got in his car and returned to his own mansion.

"Welcome back, my lord," the butler, Vul, greeted respectfully. "How was your party?"

"The same as usual. Nothing but conversations and heavy food. I'm sick of it."

Meta Knight was polite in public, but not so much at home. He continued to speak as he walked down the corridor.

"Has anything changed while I was away?"

"No. There were no phone calls, and as for guests ... " Butler Vul opened the living room door. Just then ...

"Hey, I’m home~!"

A cheerful voice rang out from inside. Vul was so surprised he nearly fell over. Someone was sitting on the sofa, but Vul didn't remember guiding anyone.

"Huaghhhh!? Da- Da- Daroach ...!? Why you ...! From where did you ...!? " Meta Knight stopped him before he burst a blood vessel.

"It doesn't matter. The usual."

"It's because it's the usual that it's troublesome! Time and time again, in this house without my knowledge, sneaking into these halls—! Today, I have to say it's gutsy ...! "

"I said you’re dismissed."

"But ...! "

"Get me two cups of tea."

Butler Vul looked as if he was about to be sick, but when his lord, Meta Knight, commanded, he had to obey. When Vul left, Meta Knight turned to Daroach.

"Good grief. When you come next time, ring the doorbell and come in through the front door. Don't upset the butler."

"Sorry, I’ve never gotten along with that guy." Daroach grinned and held up a paper bag. "For you: an eclair. I used a lot of the chocolate you gave me the other day. I was thinking about what kind of sweets to make since chocolate is a luxury item that I rarely get, but I thought a simple eclair was best."

" ... Thank you."

Meta Knight’s countenance didn’t change, but his voice sounded happy. He didn’t dislike sweets. On the contrary, they were his favorite, however, the sweets that Daroach made were so delicious he couldn’t be satisfied with anything else. Aristocrat Meta Knight and Daroach, the café manager in the Town of Wind. Although they lived in different worlds, for some reason, they became friends after getting to know each other during a certain incident. It was rare, but if there was something wrong Daroach would sneak in from somewhere, like tonight. Butler Vul angrily brought in tea and left again. Daroach started his story.

"Tonight's errand is about gears. Are you listening?"

"Are they from a machine that was found in a diamond mine?"

"Oh. If you already know, I’ll make it quick. If someone finds all of the gears, they will get a great amount of money awarded to them."

"I'm not interested," he simply said.

Daroach looked disappointed. "Hmm. You're a very rich aristocrat, however, even if you’re not interested in gold, what about an ancient machine? Don’t you think it’s fascinating?"

" ... Not particularly."

"It's a machine made by a lost civilization. Its power is probably far greater than anything we can imagine."

" …………… "

Meta Knight was silent. He was not interested in money, but he was strongly attracted to mysteries and adventures. Daroach knew it well.

"To tell the truth, I don't want the prize, either."

" ... What?"

"I want to know what Fugo’s true motive is. Why would he have such a ridiculous prize? I wonder if he's trying to take the gears for himself ... He says, ‘I want to make the citizens happy,’ but that can't be true."

Meta Knight nodded immediately. "I wonder."

Mr. Fugo was known as a kind-hearted millionaire. He was grateful to everyone for holding parties and made donations for the residents of the Town of Wind, but Daroach and Meta Knight both knew it wasn’t how it seemed.

Daroach had excellent subordinates. They dug into newspapers and worked in aristocratic mansions and passed on the information they gathered to the boss, Daroach. Mr. Fugo was anything but a kind-hearted millionaire. He tricked people, made sly deals, and made a lot of money. Daroach wanted to reveal the truth right away, but there was little evidence. He couldn’t stand by, though. If one turned a blind eye to evil, they would inevitably be crushed by its weight. He strengthened his voice.

"I'm sure he’s planning to use that ancient machine to make a lot of money. If we can get proof of that, we can expose him."

"Exposing evil ...? It doesn’t seem like you," Meta Knight laughed. "You're not a hero of justice. You're a thief, right? I thought you were only interested in treasure."

"C’mon, stop it."

Daroach stood up. Out of nowhere, he took out a red top hat and cloak and donned them gracefully. He grinned as he tipped his brim.

"You don't need to worry when you’re with someone like me. I am the great thief Daroach who travels the world!"

Yes, this was his true identity. In the daytime, a cheerful café manager, but at night, in the darkness, a bandit who steals the treasure of bad aristocrats. His technique was splendid and artistic. He didn’t hurt anyone, nor leave any sort of evidence.

"Oh, I know. I'm sorry."

When Meta Knight apologized, Daroach stowed his hat and cloak. He was back to how he was before.

"Please, tell me your reply. Let’s find out what Fugo’s up to, and let’s find out the mystery of the ancient machine, together. You and I."

"Okay." Meta Knight nodded. Daroach smiled.

"If that’s your decision, we’re ready to take action. First, we have to gather information. I'll use my subordinates to search. You investigate around Fugo."

"All right."

"See ya," Daroach said.

He jumped with light footsteps and left through the open window.

In the blink of an eye, the great thief Daroach was gone.

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sydnee-kom-spacekru · 4 years ago

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Cosmically Connected (Spencer Reid x Reader Fluff)

Disclaimer: The first part of this one-shot is a rewrite of @reidsnose one shot, Cosmically Connected. This is in no way meant to steal credit from them, or steal their work. This is merely a rewrite and extension. I have permission to rewrite this.

Summary: Reid doesn't believe in soul mates, and you convince him. After, you go and watch movies and he reads to you, and things are said.

Warnings: FLUFF, slight language, makes me want to scream just starting to write it, etc. Nothing bad.

A/n: Idk if Reid has watched Harry Potter. So let's just say he hasn't. This is set in season 5. F/c stands for favorite color.

Requested: No. Well, by me but that's it.

The BAU was had an unusually slow day. Paperwork and jokes were all that went on.

It was just you, Garcia, and Reid left. Even though it was only six in the evening.

You were coming back from the restroom when you heard a loud bang! You panicked, and rushed to the cubicles, getting ready to pull out your gun.

After you realized that nothing was wrong, you noticed that Garcia was the source of the loud noise. She had slammed her hands down on Reid's desk.

You sighed out of relief, "What the hell?" It was part relief, part anger at them for causing you such grief.

Garcia stood straight up, pointing at Reid, who looked amused. "Him." Was all she said.

"Uhm," You breathed out a laugh. "You'll have to fill me in." You were smiling, you adored the people in front of you.

"He, he doesn't believe in soulmates, Y/n. Soulmates! What kind of person..." She trailed off, sitting down in your chair.

Spencer just shrugged, smiling. "I am a man of science, Garcia! And science says no."

You hummed, and he turned towards you, "What's that supposed to mean?" His voice got higher as he went on.

"Because," you said, leaning against his desk. ""Science Man", science says "yes"."

"Oh! Y/n told me about this last Tuesday!" She turned towards you. "You remember, I said you sounded just like boy genius over here." She giggled and waved you on.

You nodded and stood up, stealing Reid's glasses, putting them on. Reid just smiled at you, laughing making you snort.

"Now tell me!" He said impatiently.

"I am, calm down!" You cleared your throat. "So, you know when the big bang or whatever caused the creation of the universe, there were all sorts of molecules and space dust that was together at one point, broke apart. I'm accurate so far, yes Mr. Science Man?" You smirked.

"It's Doctor. And, yes?" He glanced to the sides.

You snickered, then continued. "The whole universe is made of such particles?"

"You're correct."

"And humans are made of previously mentioned space dust?"

"Yeah, that's right." He said cautiously.

"So two people could be made of the sae space dust that was once whole?" He sputtered, you smiled. You knew you had him.

"Y-yeah, I guess that could happen."

"In such a case, these two space dust beings are cosmically connected. They are bound together from the beginning by the beginning." You watched as he slowly became more impressed. "These two souls are connected. In other words;" You paused, wiggling your fingers and underlining the imaginary word, "soulmates!"

You sat back, satisfied with the effect that the words had on him. You knew his brain was racing, you could tell. You watched him as he worked this in his brain. You loved to just watch him think, to exist, every little thing he did brought a blush to your face. Never in your life had you met a person quite like Doctor Spencer Reid. It was quite embarrassing, actually. To have such a ginormous crush on one of your co-workers.

But, you shook off your euphoria, you were convinced he didn't feel the same way. As long as you could be his friend, you were content enough, for now.

He kept opening and closing his mouth, trying to think of something to say. He felt as if you had electrocuted him, but in a good way. A refreshing way. "I-, I can't believe it, Y/n."

"Ha! You did it, Y/n! You proved our very own resident genius wrong!" She smiled an award winning smile, flashing all of her teeth at you.

"So," You grinned at him. "Wha'd'ya say, Brainiac? Convinced yet?"

"Well, Y/n, science is science. Soulmates are true." He cracked a goofy smile.

But what you didn't know is that it wasn't your lecture that convinced him. It was the fact that he believed that he had found his soulmate, right then and there. It was you.

Spencer realized as you were telling him, the way you looked at him, with complete adoration, he thought he was going to melt. He felt his heart rate speed up as he thought about the last couple of weeks, how you were there for him when he needed someone most. How he loved to be around you, how he longed to be. How he felt warm inside when you were around, how he loved every little thing about you. He was then hit with a sudden realization. He loved you.

"Yes!" You practically screamed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He realized that it had only been two seconds, two seconds of him thinking of everything about you.

You jumped off of his desk, and hugged Garcia, who had stood up. You pulled back, now you were both chanting "Science says soulmates! Science says soulmates!" You sat down, and Garcia pushed you in your chair around the office.

Garcia pushed you down the hallway, the sound of you guys' laughter fading off.

Morgan came into the office, slapping Reid on the back, laughing. "When are you going to tell her?"

"I don't know, probably never. Maybe not even then." Reid shrugged. Then, desperate to change the subject, he quickly said, "By the way, what are you doing here, Morgan?"

"No no no, Man! Don't change the subject. Why not?"

Reid turned red, "She isn't into me like that, Morgan. You've seen the guys she's gone out with." He scoffed.

Morgan sat down, getting serious. "Come on, Reid. You're a profiler, you have to know she's into you." Spencer just shrugged, but enjoyed the idea of you liking him back.

Morgan just hung his head, laughing. He stood up. "I can't wait to tell you I told you so."

"Then you'll be waiting for a long time."

"Ah! But not forever, Pretty Boy. Not forever!" He laughed as he walked out.

Reid laughed, but a small smile tugged at his lips at the idea of a relationship with you.

"Damn it." You sighed in resignation at your phone. You were getting ready to leave, to head to a friends house. Have a Harry Potter Marathon, watch all of them consecutively. You baked 200 cookies, literally.

And they just cancelled on you. You spun in your chair, you were disappointed to say the least. You've had this planned for a month.

Reid walked up behind you, peering over your shoulder. "What's the matter?"

You sighed, leaning your head back and looking at him. "It's nothing, my friend just cancelled on me. She's sick." He pursed his lips, "Oh, I'm sorry Y/n." You shrugged.

"Can I do anything for you?" He sat down in his desk, which was in front of yours, facing you. You guys only had laptops, so it was easy to see over them.

You thought as you packed your stuff. You both headed to the door, it was dark even though it was only seven. It was November. "I guess you could come over and help me eat all of the cookies I made. And you could have a Harry Potter marathon with me." You grinned, looking up at him.

"Okay," he paused. "How many movies are there?" You stopped as you came to your car.

"Have you never seen or read Harry Potter?"

"No, it didn't interest me." You raised your eyebrows.

"Okay, then we'll start the books tonight." You stated, and opened the passenger seat for him.

The ride to your apartment was quiet, The Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background. It started to sprinkle. You were nearly home, maybe five minutes.

"Hey Spencer?" You started.

"Hmm?" He turned to face away from the window and look at you.

"Do you really believe in soulmates now?" You shifted in the driver seat, glancing over at him.

He didn't hesitate to answer, "Yes." His breathing had sped up. "Uhm, Actually," You came to a stop at the red light, and turned up the heat, it was cold. "I think that I've met mine." He barely blinked as he waited for your reaction.

Your heart sunk, but you recovered. Quickly telling yourself it was never going to happen anyways. "Really?" You voice sounded unnatural, but you didn't know how to fix it. "Who is it?"

He hesitated. "I'm not sure I want to tell anyone just yet."

You swallowed, and resumed driving after a car behind you honked at you.

You waved at them as they passed you by, mouthing "Sorry."

You pulled into the parking garage, taking out an umbrella from the trunk. You could hear the rain beating down on the floors above you. Spencer got out of the car, coming up beside you and putting his hand on your shoulder, making you shiver. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring an umbrella." He shouted over the thunder, but at the lat second it ended, and his voice echoed throughout the garage. A mother holding her baby glared at him, and he whispered sorry. After she was gone, you both burst out laughing.

"That's alright," you said as soon as you calmed down. "We can share. But you have to hold it, my arm would get tired." You smiled at him, handing him the umbrella. He unravelled it, and it had a hole in it. Right in the center.

"Oh no." You said, dragging out the 'o', groaning. "It's too big, it wouldn't cover us up anyways. I hope you have extra clothes." You chuckled.

"Wait," He shrugged off the trench coat he was wearing, and held it over both of you. "There we go." He sounded proud of himself. You just giggled at him, and held yours and his things close to you.

You ran across the street, trying to keep up with Reid.

You flopped down on your couch, Reid stood there awkwardly with the sopping coat. "Shoot! Sorry, here give it to me." You stood up and reached for it, and went to put it into the washer.

"It should be done pretty quick," you hollered from the laundry room, "my washer and dryer-" You turned around, then yelled. Reid was standing right there.

"Jesus! Spencer you scared the living hell out of me!" You smacked his chest.

"Sorry, I heard you talking and I came back here..." He backed up to let you by.

You sighed, laughing and turning on the heat. It was freezing in your apartment. "Come on, I have literally over two hundred cookies in my kitchen, and I have the first book in my room." You point out the kitchen, and tell him to grab the cookies.

You went to your room, looking through your book shelves for the first book. "Ah-ha!" You whisper shouted to yourself, you had found the Sorcerer's Stone. You grabbed it off the shelf, and went back down the hallway.

"Hey, Spence! I found..." You trailed off as you found Spencer on the floor in your living room, with a large plate piled high of the different kinds of cookies you made. He was watching some random movie that was on. You just set the book down on the table, and sat down next to him, taking a cookie off the plate. He smiled close lipped at you, "These cookies are so good, Y/n." He looked adorable, he was so happy. You couldn't help but look at him for a little while, he kept laughing at random parts in the movie.

About an hour and forty-six (Spencer counted) cookies later, the movie was over. "I need to go shopping, so I don't have very much food in here besides leftovers." You said, opening the fridge. It was nearly empty, day-old Chinese, a small bottle of orange juice, and just a smidge of cookie dough. "Do you wanna order some pizza?"

You heard Spencer get up and enter the kitchen. "Do what? I heard you say that you had leftovers, but not the second part."

You turned around. "I asked," you paused, turning around and closing the fridge. "If you wanted to order pizza. Or I could just drop you off at your apartment." You added the last part quickly, not thinking about it until the last second. You walked back to the living room, sitting down sideways on the loveseat, your feet up on the second cushion. He came and picked up your feet, sat down, and put them back on his lap.

"We can order pizza, what kind do you want?" He asked you. You shrugged.

"How about we just get hot wings." You suggested.

"Okay."

"Oh my God, my mouth is on fire." You laughed. "We shouldn't have gotten the ghost pepper flavour."

Spencer was whining, waving his hands in front of his mouth. You burst out laughing, he glared at you but he was smiling. "Hey! This isn't funny."

You groaned, drinking some water. "Shit. That didn't help." You whined, sticking out your tongue. Spencer had gone to your kitchen, you didn't notice.

"I found Orange Juice. Can I have some?" He asked, faking desperation. It was a cheep little bottle, one you get from the dollar store.

"Yeah, just don't drink it all." He took a long drink, and handed it to you. He sighed in relief.

"It's better. Did you know, the reason the orange juice helps is because of the..." You weren't listening. You weren't trying to be rude, but you were just focused on the orange juice. You finished the small bottle and set it down on the table next to the empty container that smelled spicy. You laid down on the loveseat, closing your eyes for a second. It was only ten, but you were unusually sleepy.

"...Neat, right?" You just nodded. You were sleepy, and you still wanted to read with Spencer.

"Y/n? Are you tired?" He sat down in the space between the coffee table and the loveseat, and you felt his put his hand on your cheek, rubbing over your cheekbone with his thumb. You opened your eyes, a sleepy smile on your face.

"I have to take you home." You said, but made no move to get up.

"Hey, shh." He brushed your hair out of your face, causing you to turn red. "I can sleep on the couch here tonight."

You sighed contently, "You should come read Harry Potter to me." You whispered. You were in a daze, half asleep and unsure if this was real or not.

"Okay." Reid whispered, and waited a few seconds. When you didn't move, he reached under your head, and your legs. Then picked you up.

You woke with the sudden movement, "Sorry, you can put me down now." He set you down in the hallway, and you stumbled to your room. You pulled back the f/c blanket, and laid down. You patted the spot next to you, and he climbed in next to you.

You scooted closer to him, snuggling into his side. "Can you read to me please?" He nodded, not that you could see, but started reading.

""Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much."" He started playing with your hair mindlessly, lulling you to sleep even faster.

"Spence." You looked up at him, your eyes were droopy. He raised his eyebrows, asking you what was wrong. "Can you sleep in here, please?"

"Yeah, I will." He said gently. You nodded, and laid back down. You barely heard the rest of the first paragraph.

You were running through a hallway. The lights flashing. Someone was chasing you, screaming things at you. But you couldn't hear, it was like the words were blurred. You glanced back, he was right behind you. You tried to run faster, but when you turned back around, there was blood spattered everywhere. It made you stumble. The unsub caught up with you, tackling you to the floor. He grabbed onto your neck, and bashed your head into the ground-

You woke up with a jolt, terrified, in a cold sweat. You grabbed onto Spencer in pure reflex, waking him up. He sat up quickly, reaching over to turn the light on. It let off a soft light, and you saw the book on your bedside table with a bookmark in near the end.

"What's wrong?" He cupped your face in his hands, brushing your hair out of your face.

Your breathing was shallow, and your heart was racing. You were having a minor panic attack. "Spence," You breathed out, it was like you couldn't stop moving, you had to convince yourself you were safe. "I can't- I can't- I can't breathe." You were sweating, horrified that the unsub was going to find you.

He held you close, trying to soothe you. "I need you to breathe with me, Y/n." Your chest was heaving, you struggled to get your breathing under control. You nodded, and tried to breathe with him as he showed you to breathe in and out. You were tugging at the bottom of your shirt, until Spencer grabbed your hands in his and started covering them.

"You'll be alright," he whispered, pulling you close again. You had calmed down, now silent tears were falling down your face. You were just trying to listen to the sound of his heart beating.

"Do you want to talk about it? Talking about your feelings actually have positive effects. Talking leads to Catharsis, which is the feeling of relief." He toys with your hair while you tell him about the nightmare. "I'm so sorry."

He pulled away from you, looking at you. "I just want you to know, I will never let that happen to you." You pulled him back to you, you probably looked like a mess. "What time is it?"

"It's one in the morning."

"Can we go back to sleep, please?" He nodded, and lay back, taking you with him. You sniffed. "Can you read, please?" He reached over to grab the book, and resumed reading.

"I'm on the last page, I hope you don't mind that I read ahead."

"Of course not, I'm surprised you didn't finish the entire series."

He laughed a little, then five minutes later, ""...I'm going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer. . ."" You sighed, you were calm now. Still shook up from the nightmare, but calm.

"Do you have the nightmares often?" He whispered to you, tracing circles on your back.

"Yeah, almost every night." Your eyes were closed, and you were close to sleep. He lifted his head up, hesitated and laid back down.

Another ten minutes went by, you were nearly asleep when you heard Spencer say something. "You're my space dust." He sounded groggy, and you had convinced yourself he was sleep talking. But you still hoped.

You woke up to your alarm at seven-thirty. You were laying on top of Spencer, between his legs. "Sorry. Do you want me to drive you home so you can change?"

"How about we call in sick, it's just paperwork today." He sounded tired.

"Okay, I'll text Hotch." Though neither of you made a move to actually text him for another hour. When you did, he just smiled at his phone. The entire team had suspicions about the two of you, although you had never acted on it.

After, you both just laid there together, until you remembered what you thought you heard last night.

"Spencer?" You asked hesitantly.

"What's up, Y/n?" You were laying next to him, head on his chest. His arms were wrapped around you, which is weird. Because he's generally not very touchy.

"I think you said something last night. But I'm not sure that I heard you correctly..." You were timid, and you felt him tense up.

"W-what do you think y-you heard?" He stopped moving completely now, but you were very fidgety.

"I don't want this to ruin our friendship, but I thought I heard you say that I was your space dust. D-did you say that? Do you mean that- that..." You rambled on, just until Spencer interrupted you.

"Y/n." You stopped talking, and you both sat up. "I mean it like that." You sucked in a breath.

"I need to hear it." Your voice was shaky, and your throat was burning. But you didn't want to cry, you couldn't cry in front of him again.

He grabbed your hands in his, took a deep breath, and "Y/n, I-I love you." You couldn't help it, you pulled him to, and pressed your lips to his. It was like fireworks had gone off.

Your stomach was turning, Spencer had one hand on the back of your neck, and the other was holding one of yours. You had never kissed anyone and felt something deep inside you like this.

You pulled away from him, smiling. "You're my space dust too, Spence." And you gave him one last kiss before getting up and going to make breakfast

AHHHH IT'S FINISHED lmk if you like it

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bakugou-tm · 4 years ago

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Gangster AU ║Bakugou K. Pt 3

plot: Trying to fix your brother’s mistake, you’re forced to do favors from one of Musutafu’s notorious mafia lords: Yo Shindo. On your second mission for the mafia leader, you catch another infamous mafia lord’s eye but not in the way you’re expecting.

part one part two part three part four

warnings: swearing, suggestive language

wc: 3200+

mood song: safety net

a/n: Listen I don’t know where this shit came from but please take advantage of my motivation while I have it. I’ve been in a consecutive two year writers block so eat it up

You’ve had bizarre dreams in the past, but none compared to this one.

Usually they consisted of you turning into a fairy and fighting a revolution against the trolls, or you running from a serial killer who ended up being your frightening ex-boss; but this one... it was like none other you had.

You couldn’t really move from the position you were in, though nothing was truly holding you down, it just felt like your bones were a trillion times lighter than they actually were. You were able to look around your dream but it didn’t help much, you were surrounded by an overwhelming darkness.

You couldn’t speak but you could surely hear your own thoughts. It felt like you had been here for hours, maybe even days.

Was this really a dream?

Or were you just telling yourself that so you could shove down the thought that you were dead?

Desperately you tried to remember what had happened before you had come to this state. Your brother had done something stupid... no surprise there, and he got you in this big deadly fiasco of a mess.

The more you tried to remember the more you felt your head begin to ache so instead, you sat in silence. Letting the overwhelming sound of nothingness fill you up. For a moment you thought it would actually let it consume you until a familiar voice began to softly echo in your “dream”.

Your head shot up at the sound of anything familiar, desperate to return to your old life and memories.

“W..What did you say?” You replied gently, scrambling to your feet shakily only to fall back to your knees.

“(u/˥) ǝɔıoɥɔ ʇɥɓıɹ ǝɥʇ ǝpɐɯ no⅄“

The sound grew louder and you felt your body begin to warm, not realizing how ice cold you had been this entire time. Tears began to brim at the tips of your eyes as your body began to relearn what it was like to feel again.

“Huh?!” You shouted desperately, clawing at the wet ground so you wouldn’t let this voice vanish your only escape.

“You made the right choice (L/n).”

The words were loud and clear to you now as the wet floor sucked you under only to spit you out into a world of color. Your body shot up from the silky surface beneath you as you screamed out in fear, only to quickly silence when you realized where you were.

Now that you thought about it, you had no idea where you were. All you truly cared about is that you knew you were on earth. This was the real world and you were (L/n) (F/n), that’s all that mattered in the given moment.

Finally having some sense of security, you let your other senses kick in as you glanced around the room to see where you actually were.

You seemed to be laying in a fairly large bed, the sheets unmistakably black and silky. If you hadn’t just had a coma-like dream in what felt like sticky oil, you would’ve actually admired the sophisticated taste.

Glancing down you noticed yourself covered in an oversized black t-shirt with a skull on it. This was hint number one that you weren’t anywhere you have lived, although the room itself was the main hint to that fact.

Now you were just raking through your memories to see how you could’ve ended up here. Your head hurt first off, and those words from that gruff man kept echoing in your head...

“You made the right choice (L/n).” You muttered to yourself, tapping your finger against your knee impatiently until it hit.

Bakugou Katsuki.

You were most likely in his hideout, you were in the middle of a showdown and ended on the nasty side of it. You couldn’t quite remember how you came to be knocked out, but it might’ve had something to do with your aching head.

So does that mean you were really dead in that moment? Or just having a horrifying dream? At this point, it didn’t matter. You were alive and if you wanted to stay that way, you decided you should see what was going on.

Tossing your legs over the side of the bed you inhaled slightly before letting your feet stand firm against the cool floor beneath you, the feeling made you wince at the change in temperature.

Glancing at a mirror nearby you felt your cheeks begin to warm at the sight of your legs free, the shirt only going to the very start of your thigh. Looking around you noticed a... very bright pink robe laying atop a chair.

“Not my taste but I’m assuming this is for me...” You muttered with a raised brow, gently placing the satin robe over yourself before tying a secure knot so it wouldn’t come undone as you walked.

Now came the door, the giant intimidating black door that seemed to have no handle or knob on it. Was there a chance this wasn’t a bedroom, rather a cell? Suddenly the sound of Shindo’s voice filled your head at his previous warning.

“You think he really cares about you? Once you give him what he wants you’re only a threat to him.”

Biting your lip you tip toed towards the door, fists curled into nervous white fists as you lifted a hand to slide the door open, only for it to slide open as soon as you stepped before it causing you to squeak and jump back.

Internally you let out a sigh of relief, knowing that black haired bastard was just trying to get inside your head. You knew Bakugou wasn’t to be trusted, but you also trusted your gut.

Inhaling once more to gather up every ounce of confidence you had left after this hell of a week, you leaned the top half of your body out of the doorway, glancing down both sides of the hallway only to see a labyrinth of doors and turns.

Everything seemed fairly high tech, much to your surprise, but the lighting was also very dim which made it hard to see.

The sound of voices didn’t go past your ears though, a triumphant grin reaching your lips as you decided to let your sense of hearing take control.

Tip toeing out of the room, you began to walk towards the sound of the voices. Each turn there seemed to be something new that made you jump, whether it be the sounds of the air clicking on or the lights coming to life each time you walked by them.

“If I didn’t know better I would feel like I’m on a freaking spaceship.” You mumbled to yourself, taking in the scenery of wherever you seemed to be.

Eventually after what felt like miles of walking, the hallway finally seemed to open up into a large room. Surprisingly enough it gave you the vibes of a hangout room like from your favorite shows as a kid, maybe even like the Titans tower.

Upon first walking in you saw the familiar group from before that had been with you, the sight of them made you equally relieved and nervous.

You couldn’t just walk in there like you were waking up on Christmas morning, you had to remember you couldn’t trust these people. Sure they saved you from three other mobs, but for all you know they could just be using you. They were still one of the most infamous gangs in your area apparently.

Stepping back now, you decided to peak your head around the corner and watch what they were doing in the shadows.

What they were talking about you couldn’t quite make out, mostly because you didn’t know what they were talking about or who they were talking about it to. Instead, you decided to glance around at some of the new faces that you hadn’t met at the club.

The sight of a few girls somehow made you feel a bit better inside, misogynistic or not, you felt a bit better knowing someone was similar to you in this cursed building.

Another thing you seemed to notice were some new people with bright hair colors. While some had your typical hair, others had bright yellow hair, green hair, purple hair, hell even bright pink hair!

What’s weird is that the girl with bright pink hair had even stranger blackish eyes, some sort of weird contacts?

“Wait.. shit.” You mumbled, coming to the realization that the pink haired girl was staring directly at you. Did she hear you come down the hallway?

“Oh. My. Gosh!” The pink haired girl squealed, all eyes turning to her as your eyes widened, she was very clearly looking at you with a wide grin.

Stepping back you quickly shook your hands across your face and start slicing a line along your neck, hinting for her to shut up so she wouldn’t expose you.

Of course your luck had run out a long time ago.

“You guys didn’t mention how adorable she is!” The pink haired girl shouted excitedly, now all eyes falling on you which made you freeze your movements with a crazed face, “And look! She’s wearing my favorite robe I love it! How do you like it?”

Blinking at the crowd you scratched your arm nervously.

“It’s pink.”

“(L/n) you finally woke up!” Kirishima spoke with a toothy smile, everyone seeming to be happy you were awake.

You forced a smile but couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, especially when you met the steel red gaze that was burned on you the second the pink haired girl called you out. Bakugou didn’t seem mad, but he didn’t seem pleased either.

Before you could even process anything the girl was dragging you down the stairs and into a big hug as she swung you around.

“Welcome to our base! Do you like the robe? What’s your name?”

Between the many voices and practically being thrown around like a doll you felt like your head was going to explode, dark spots beginning to seep into your vision again as you yelped in pain.

The pink haired girl stopped at the sound and let go of you, glancing down to you as a “huh” escaped her lips.

“Leave her alone you fucking dumbass she was pretty much in a coma for three days.” Bakugou’s shouted, stomping over to you as you weakly fell to your knees.

The feeling was embarrassing as Bakugou caught your elbow so your entire body didn’t collapse to the floor but at this point you would rather this happen then go back to that horrible dream you had.

“T..Three days?” You muttered, slightly alarmed that you had been out for so long, “I thought I just got hit in the back of the head?”

“Well more or less you did, but you got hit on a pretty serious pressure point.” Todoroki explained, kneeling down beside you.

Biting your lip you began to rub your head, “So is this your base? I thought we couldn’t go here because they would track us?”

“Well once you shot that dickhead in the leg, he finally let out that the tracker was in your dress,” Bakugou explained gruffly, leaning you against the side of the wall before moving to kneel before you, “So we took it off then took you here.”

At his final words you felt your eyes pop out of your head as heat rose to your cheeks, “Y..You saw me naked?!”

“Not all of us! Just Bakugou.” Kaminari explained, although it almost sounded like he said it with a pout.

Your eyes suddenly flicked to Bakugou’s, your cheeks flaring even more when you saw that stupid smirk on his face.

“Don’t worry dollface, it’s nothing I would rush to tell my friends about.”

At that you felt your jaw drop as he walked away from you snickering. This man was going to drive you to insanity.

Todoroki and Kirishima both offered a hand to you which you gladly accepted, allowing them to lead you to the group as you sat in one of the chairs.

“So uh.. what now?” You asked meekly, realizing you were still sort of being held hostage at a random gang’s base, in the nicest was possible of course.

“Nothing good for you unfortunately.” Kirishima said with a frown, the warning only making you scoff as this was nothing new for you at this point.

“Listen up (L/n), and listen well.” Bakugou said firmly, standing up towards the large screen before you as a few faces began to pop up, “This man is leader of the Henkan Clan, he’s sort of like the senior of all the gangs so he isn’t a guy you want to fucking mess around with. He’s currently after you because he has technical ownership over you.”

The sight of the large man on the screen made bumps raise along your arms, he looked more terrifying there then he did at the club.

“This guy, as you already know, is the leader of the Shindo Clan. He’s ticked at you and me because you were supposed to be delivered to the Henkan plan and we got in the way of it. He is currently going to be after all of us once his shitty leg heals.”

The sight of the black haired man made you grit your teeth, his stupid smug smile haunted you right before your very eyes.

“And lastly the Neito Clan, luckily he has no need to go after you yet, he just despises our gang because we’re better than him,” Bakugou explained with a sneer, “With that said, once he realizes that you’re a wanted girl under our protection, he will surely want to come for you as well.”

Your lips slowly formed into a pout as his sharp red eyes fell on your form again. Glancing from the screen to Bakugou you narrowed your eyes to him and folded your arms.

“And why did I need to know all of that, is that some sort of threat to scare me?”

The smirk that rose to Bakugou’s lips was downright sinful, if you knew there was no malicious intent behind the smile you would even find it attractive.

“Precisely.”

“Boss there’s no need to scare her like that-” Kaminari began to speak but was quickly silence by the sound of a low growl from Bakugou.

“I’m simply giving you an ultimatum dear,” Bakugou spoke venomously, walking around the table to stand before your chair, “You either run free from our base and skip all the way home to where you’ll either be murdered on the way there or shot through the window of your room once you arrive.”

The bluntness made you swallow air as Bakugou placed both of his arms on either side of your chair and lowered his face to your own.

“Or, you can be a good girl and do as I say when I say it, and we will keep you under our protection. What’ll it be princess?”

Oh how you wanted to sock this frustrating man in the face, he was getting on your very last nerve and you knew it. He was just taunting you at this point.

“So I get to choose between die quickly, or follow you around and maybe not die if I’m lucky.” You spat out sarcastically. Bakugou simply smiled smugly and nodded.

“More or less.”

“But” Kirishima spoke from behind, your eyes falling to his sympathetic ones, “We aren’t going to let that happen, we are here to protect you (L/n) if you let us.”

Your eyes fell back to Bakugou’s stern ones as you bit your lip. To be honest both options kind of sucked, if only there were to be an option C where you could go home brainwashed and forget any of this ever happened.

But of course you would be dreaming if that were ever an option for the rest of your life. You were stuck with this now, there was no getting out of it. For some reason the universe felt your life wasn’t fucked up enough as it was before, so you might as well play your cards right with what the universe was offering.

“Well I have no better plan so why the hell not.” You grumbled with folded arms, not expecting the few cheers in the room as Bakugou stood back up straight before you with a satisfied grin.

Was this his plan the entire time? To officially scare you into staying with him?

“This is going to be amazing! We get to pick out some cool outfits for you now! Or do you want to stay in the robe?” The pink hair girl questioned.

“No no, the robe is all yours babe.” You said with an awkward chuckle, watching as a few of the gang members followed her off down the hallway.

“We’ll get the gang ready to travel back to the city boss, I’ll leave (L/n) in your hands.” Kirishima said with a grin, Bakugou simply clicked his tongue and nodded, allowing the rest of the people to clear out the room just leaving you two.

The last thing you expected after all of that was for him to extend his hand out to you, but reluctantly you placed yours in his own and allowed him to lift you up gently.

“How’s your head feeling shitty girl.” Bakugou mumbled, staring into your eyes as if to see if you still appeared dizzy.

Raising a brow to the sudden mood shift you finally realized the banging feeling in your head.

“It uh... still feels a bit sore but I can finally hear myself think again.”

Bakugou only hummed in response as he led you up the stairs, “Let’s go get you fixed up then so we can meet your stupid brother.”

“We’re going to see Kiyoshi?” You questioned, whipping your head to him only for him to ignore you and keep walking.

Biting your lip you felt your blood begin to boil. You felt grateful and a bit relieved that he sent this gang after you to protect you, but he was still in for a beating whenever you get to see him.

“Oh and by the way..” Bakugou spoke smoothly as he came to a stop, causing you to bump into the back of him slightly as you backed up, looking up to see his dazzling red eyes now glancing back at you. Just by the smirk on his face you could tell whatever he was about to say wouldn’t be good.

“The only reason I said I wouldn’t share the shitty imagine of you without your dress is because I want to be the only one to see you that way princess.”

The way he spoke those very words without any hesitation, any embarrassment or nerves, and then just kept walking as if he mentioned the weather outside.

You felt your heart beating rapidly, your cheeks almost so red you could see the very color yourself. How could he just... why did he just.. what?!

Your reaction must’ve been amusing to him as he chuckled while he kept walking.

“Now let’s go meet that shitty brother of yours.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #gang au #gangster bakugou #bakugou gangster #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #don't ask why i continued this i got a weird surge of motivation #just enjoy it

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