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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water.

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

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onyourhyuck · 2 years ago

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

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ever since that rainy day, a year passed quicker than light. areum started working at a large successful journalism company, jisung finishing college in the same year following. mina and him keeping their relationship long distance, however time to time they meet up.

as for areum, she was thriving in her dream career. no more mafia related stuff, areum can go out whenever and wherever she wishes to; what was there to miss?

areum shifts in her office, noticing her door opening. “ah, you’re back with my coffee?” areum said out loud to her assistant, eyes not moving from the screen, fingers typing at enormous speed. areum has a 40th deadline to finish, only reason why the girl gets so many projects is due to how good areum actually is.

it’s as if she was born to do this job. areum having both analytical and empathetic side to the job. most journalist can’t connect emotionally enough to provide such a detailed heart warming story and reports.

“yes miss park,” the assistant told. “come on, you can call me areum if you wish, drop the honorifics mark.” areum smiles. the boy stiffens, giving a nod.

“alright areum, if that’s what you want.” mark said, the beautiful woman would give a nod. “oh yeah thanks for the coffee again,” areum reaches to sip the warm liquid down the throat, humming in enjoyment.

exactly what she needed, coffee to wake up the sleep deprived areum away!

“oh yeah, miss park?” mark calls out suddenly remembering something— areum glances up to the boy. “you called me miss park again.” areum slightly teases. mark looks away flustered. “sorry i mean- mr ahn has a case for you, i forgot to tell you.” mark stammers, midway catching his voice.

the way areum looks at him always got him nervous. maybe it’s the fact that she’s his role model though? even though he’s older than her as well.

“oh yeah? i’ll check it out then. wish me luck for a jackpot case, i need something big big.” areum stood up grinning. the woman reaching for the coffee, she wore a white turtle neck to work today— along with a pair of light brown trousers, white sneakers and a golden jewellery necklace. the hair was swept back with neat brushing only. areum also would wear the journalist badge and ID card round the neck.

leaving her office, areum made way towards mr ahn’s office which was two minutes away literally. the woman knocks on the front door, a faint answer heard.

coming in, areum closing the door as she stood in front of her boss. the man smiles at the sight of seeing areum. “my ace! areum! my treasure, gosh, how lucky am i to have you work here.” he exclaims in compliments.

areum gives a small humble smile. “ah it’s nothing boss, anyways i heard a case was here for me? is it something big?” she bends forward to the desk, mr ahn would nod. “oh yeah so big, it’s a case no one was able to take because it’s really dangerous though.”

“i can handle it.” areum shot back quick. “I know that, which is why I’m giving it to you.” he replies passing the case file to the woman. her warm hands hold forward the board, flipping by the pages.

upon tracing the soft fingertips on the paper, the case was somewhat what areum expected. spying and documenting problems along the old city not too far off from here. areum hums. “what makes it hard, so far it’s easy looking?”

mr ahn would flip to the last page that areum wasn’t looking at, areum’s lips parting in shock. “a mafia case?!” she’d slowly shout. mr ahn nods. “yeah, people are scared to do this because it’s a mafia case.” he said sitting back down.

“in fact it’s also to do with that it’s lee jeno who you’re going to have to spy on and follow about. have you heard that the japanese and korean mafia groups at war? it’s only getting worse, so, all you’ll need to do is protect jeno’s image of the public eyes. show those japanese mafias to not mess with our gangs and stay out of our territory.”

areum was wondering if this is god punishing her; in fact it must be god punishing her. she was mafia-free for a whole year, why now? she would look down putting the paper board down. “i- can’t do-“

“I can do this.” areum quickly changes her words, faking her smile, internally she was screaming out loud, cursing the world in many different ways— none of them were pretty ways either.

mr ahn claps hands together. “of course you can, you’re park areum! the greatest journalist in the industry currently.”

areum hits the forehead flat on the steering wheel of her car, mumbling aloud to herself in the car. “mr ahn, i can’t do it…” she trails on the words, whining almost, it’s been two hours since she got the case and usually she would be finishing about four cases in these span of times; areum just can’t bring herself to look at the file case of lee jeno.

“did he curse me or something?” areum spat in frustration grabbing the files. “he must’ve done some black magic on me to keep getting involved in my life! there’s no way this is a stupid coincidence.” the young woman sighs throwing the file down.

her hand flicks on the car key, the engine roaring. areum looks behind as she’d hover back. “whatever, i have no choice if i want this big pay check.” she told herself. if she doesn’t get caught then he won’t know right? all areum has to do is not get caught.

considering the fact that it’s lee jeno, areum already knows it sounds way easier than it actually freaking looks. the man has some wired eyes behind his head where he can even see the stuff behind him happen, that is how good awareness he has.

but he surely can’t beat areum at her job right?

areum travels behind a small slum location, the area reeking of poverty, the sun not shining at all down this parts of the city. she wondered why here of all places?

when she glances back to the files flicking through it said often jeno spends his time in this area wondering about, and then suddenly disappears into thin air. this might honestly mean so many things.

either he has a hide out or, he is plainly good at hiding.

areum gets out of the car, a phone in her hand, voice recorder recording latching on the waistline. first place she would check out as the garage area since her car was parked here too.

comparing the car plates with the one jeno was last seen with multiple times, none were matching so far. areum sighs, “not matching, not matching..”

her voice lists in boredom, “nope, nope, not matching, not matching, matching-…” she pauses staring back to the picture on her phone and back to the car in front of her. areum looks around the parking lot before sneaking a tiny pic of the number plate.

“so he parks here.” areum murmurs, it was hidden pretty well which props to jeno. he has millions hunting him down it seems.

areum left the parking lot to explore the different shops, there weren’t many but some. she glances down to the little key chain plushies, noticing a cat and a dog separately.

the wind was breezy, areum wasn’t used to the cold weather around this part, because sunshine isn’t coming through here.

she grins, “i’ll take these two.” the old woman smiles nodding, areum buying those cute small chains. she thanks the woman before walking away, back on duty.

nothing was out of the ordinary yet. areum decided to go back inside her car where she would watch the area from there, this way no one would notice her in the process too.

the watching at stake would still be on, areum deciding to pull an all-nighter. she relaxes in the dark car, watching closely. finally noticing a few men approaching in the parking lot. areum shifts, those men seemingly hovering over jeno’s car.

“what are they doing…” areum mutters as her phone was on video, recording the scene from the car window. the two men quickly return to stand up, running off. she slowly comes out of the door, stopping the recording.

areum shifts about watching if they were coming back in which, she gathered no. the parking lot was literally blackness with only sign of light source being her phone flashlight mode. areum goes on fours trying to bend down to check the car.

“what are you looking at, pretty lady?” one man said. “shit.” areum mutters.

areum shifts on her feet pointing the light in their eyes. immediately blinding them. areum was the first one to run for it like her life depends on it.

the woman being chased across the parking lot. areum looks back tripping over a simple rock, she groans when the two men hover above, grabbing her by the hair roughly.

“you got lucky there.” the blonde boy hawks observing areum’s face. “yeah? watch me get lucky again.” areum retorts, he ended up being roughly jab hooked by areum’s phone. his face thudding in the air by the impact, she’d stand up to run again—

but that was stopped midway when a guy suddenly came rushing without areum’s knowledge. he held a tight grip behind areum, a knife stabbing thin layer of skin into the woman. she bit roughly on the bottom lip pulling away from the man by kneeling forward his crotch straight into her knee, and then when the boy fell on the ground, a foot kicking his face upwards breaking the nose apart.

“fuck,” areum softly gasps staring at the knife into the skin, the white turtle neck ripped apart. the girl held the knife tightly pulling it out. a small amount of blood gushing out. she’d drop the knife down into a plastic bag which she got in the inner pockets. evidence was key here. even if she was bleeding.

the woman was about to walk away until a rush of two more Japanese men yelling in foreign language came running down. areum holding the side where she bled with both hands, making eye contact with the dangerous men approaching forward.

“well what do you know, one of jeno’s soldiers is a woman. that’s new isn’t it?” one laughs amused to see a woman standing alive between two men twice the size of her. areum grits her teeth quietly. ‘how the fuck do i get out of here?’ she thinks.

the men were only to come closer cornering areum in the far darkness, a guy held tightly areum pinning forth on a car hood, areum gently screams kicking back the guy on the floor, but another guy immediately jumping on her to keep her down restrained, that was until a large gun shot heard.

areum blinks noticing the man above her bleed from within his mouth spillage next to her, luckily not on her. three more shots heard, three bodies dropped automatically. she sits up, going off the car hood. a man running in the distance of areum’s left side.

a shot heard.

the body fell immediately, going lifeless.

the man standing in middle of the parking lot with the gun aimed, cold gazing eyes that seemed so familiar yet so unfamiliar. areum felt breathing hitch as her body leans off, immediately running away.

the moment jeno’s face was in front of her, areum knew she can’t face him. the rush of emotions from that day brining itself back, manifesting all sorts of memories from last year— memories she wishes to forget.

feeling the body stop, legs were giving up, going on the knees. areum curses , why now? why now! those words ran a marathon in her brain. heart racing quickly hearing those heavy footsteps coming quickly. she’d hiss, trying to get back up, only to fall down. this time permanently.

brain felt dizzy as it spun incredibly. eyes felt both sleep deprived and weak, they closed the instantly areum fell on the ground, collapsing side front. the only warm sensation she felt that burned like hell would be the stab wound bleeding endlessly.

everything else felt so cold. body felt cold like it was dying out on areum, was she dying? was this how areum was going to end?

she didn’t know if this was the last breathe she’ll ever take.

her eyes were shut, but other senses were still working; ears perk to the distant large explosion. why did she feel two warm hands holding her though? those endless questions not able to be answered as areum, in fact, was accepting her death in that very thin moment.

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theworld-accordingtocasey · 1 year ago

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I am an omega and foxes alr have sneaky tendencies do they not?? Why do I not have an ankle bracelet or smth like prisoners use on to track my heart rate or proximity to others so they can stop me!? I didn’t MEAN to but this is who I am ok!!!!

"Monster."

I’m sorry🥺 I feel so bad reading this knowing how betrayed he could be feeling 😞😞😞

I overdosed him by putting what Taeil was trying to give me into hc’s drink but I require bigger doses than usual because my heat burns it off so I didn’t realize hc got way too much from me ?,??? omg 😓🤦🏾‍♀️

Channie,,,, I’m sorry,,,

And gosh I made another one dislike me rather than like me & he was the main one in my corner :(

⁉️Yeah mark, you said you wouldn’t leave me alone…

“next target” 😂🤭 MA’AM PLZ,,,

JW LET IT ALL HAPPEN!!?! WTF!!!!!!!!

oh hell nah oh HELL nah WOW WOW WOW SO JOHNNY AND DOYOUNG ARE OFF SOMEWHERE FCKING TAEYONG THRU HIS HEAT WHILE LEAVING ME ALONE WITH EXPLICIT INSTRUCTIONS INTENDED TO MAKE ME SUFFER!?? What an absolute asshole!! This is all his fault!! I’m so pissed rn

What’s"He's doing a deep run to intercept the dove she sent past our ice. Very nice work on that, would have slipped past us if we weren't trying to flush you out in the first place." Jungwoo's voice is soft, the sentiment genuine as he ruffles your ears over the muzzle’s straps mean?

*Random pet turtles lol But why does yuta dislike them they are innocents..

Why are we going to johnnys room what game are they playing with me…I am,, suspicious

I planned on infiltrating!!???

!???BOUNTY??

“Even if you are trying to kill us,” he continues. “It’s not your fault you’re not trained.”

Twisted but true.. I’m just a baby,,

WOAH WAIT So they are sneak torturing me? Like the cameras are all 5 mins delayed so they can hurt me again without being caught and I bet no one is gonna care or believe me :/

Genuine questions here:

1.Do they secretly hate Johnny or smth?? 🤨

2.Why do they want him to kill me SO bad 😭

a gentle tongue breaketh the bone | 13: shock

pairing: fem hybrid fox omega!reader/hybrid Alpha!nct 127

tags: reverse harem, non-traditional omegaverse hybrid! cyberpunk au, pack dynamics, polyamory, slowburn/slowbuild, angst & hurt/comfort, heavy content warnings inc. torture, graphic violence, suicidal ideation, explicit sexual content

summary: the year is 2127. decades of eugenics and warfare have led to the rise of designated populations: the ruler Alphas and their rare, prized omegas sequestered from the Beta population. in the aftermath of the War of the Two Tigers, New Goryeo ushers in an Imperial dynasty determined not by birthright but by the alliance of the Syndicate’s clancorps to choose the best pack of your generation. you are destined to take your place within the Imperial harem as a queen, and–perhaps–Imperatrix herself

but you have a secret, written into your skin and bones–one that could easily kill you, depending on who finds it out

ten years ago you chose your Alpha and their pack in a fateful meeting

now, you must make them choose you

[masterlist & glossary] [read on AO3] [0: prologue] [1: escape, again] [2: lost and found] [3: returned] [4: bound] [5: home] [6: gift] [7: reunion] [8: security] [9: secret] [10: prisoner] [11: gambit] [12: haze]

wc: 5.3k

chapter warnings: torture, dubcon explicit sexual content

recommended listening: chrome arts - onlyoneof

Everything inside you is agony. Your heart aches, your body throbbing relentlessly, cramping with the need to be filled by your Alpha. You hadn’t thought it wouldn't feel right–that you'd feel worse rather than relieved. Your fox keens, not accepting the encounter as anything but a brief distraction, starving for the real thing.

Haechan is inside you still, knot barely deflating, occasionally bubbling back to consciousness only to drop back down into the hole you knew so well with a muttered word or a weak sob.

You'd accidentally overdosed him–an easy mistake with your tolerance and his complete lack of it. He'll live, but it’s doubtful you’ll ever get his trust back, not after what you'd subjected him to. It had to be done, you think. It had to.

Haechan's agent blinks on his wrist, pressed against his face where he's shielded his eyes from the overstimulating light from the screen.

A call, of course–Mark checking in. You have to think fast, a little clearer with the warmth inside you and Haechan's taste in your mouth. You seize his wrist and angle it so it captures your weeping face as you answer the call.

"What the hell–are you alright?"

"I made a mistake," you babble. "Please don't be mad at me, please don't hurt him."

"Calm down," Mark says. It's obvious he's in transit, Yuta saying something you can barely hear.

"Where's Taeil?"

"I had to sedate them. Both of them. They couldn't help it. They both tried to . . . They're fine but I'm scared. You said you wouldn't leave me alone . . . "

"Stay where you are," he shouts, the screen flickering as he runs. You hang up,

"Monster." Haechan says, pushing at you weakly. "Get off of me."

"Sleep," you order. It's effortless to push him into unconsciousness, feeling him finally slip out of you. He looks pathetically undone. It makes your chest ache to see his soft lips parted, the memory of them still a warm phantom against your own.

You’ve been awash in his misery since the bite but it didn't change how you felt about him–like he was someone to be cherished and cared for. If anything it’s worse. After all, he’s yours now. Your first, hopefully not your last.

You push his hair back into place and fix his clothing, restoring some of his decency. It's the least you can do.

This would have all been so much easier if you weren't up against Johnny's order. It had to be the reason they'd resisted and would continue to resist instinct–you had to find a workaround.

You clean up quickly, showering to get rid of the disgusting mess of spend and slick and worse drying on your thighs. If you cry again, no one has to know it’s not because of the pain and fire wracking through you.

You don't feel changed, like they said it would–of course you wouldn't, without a bite mark administered to you. That’s what Taeil must have meant when he said that it wouldn’t be enough: you needed a real mating, not this farce.

All those missives in the Academy’s intimacy training and books about it being a sacred, beautiful union were lies, you knew–methods to get you to accept the Alpha boot on your neck. But maybe if you were more careful you’d get one of them to agree to help you before the fire ate you up inside and burnt away your last shreds of control.

But who?

There are only two options left.

You get dressed quickly, pulling on one of your nicer sets of clothing–something unassuming and modest for your next target.

You make it only as far as the doorway, the doors hissing open to reveal the smiling face of not your first choice.

Jungwoo is dressed casually in dark streetwear, but he's still armed, nightstick prodding you in the chest as he closes in.

"Going somewhere?"

"I thought you were off duty?" You say, raising your hands.

"I was, but you caused such a scene." He shakes his head, tsking. "You really have a knack for getting into trouble."

Your heart sinks, skin flaring hot.

"You saw?"

"This room isn't private, you know. You did a good job getting the cameras. Well, most of them." Jungwoo chuckles at the sight of Haechan sprawled out, sniffing the air in a way that has you clenching your thighs together. "They really didn't stand a chance, did they?"

"Why didn't you stop me?"

"It's more fun this way.” He turns to cock his head, admiring you. “I don't think I've ever seen someone dig their own grave so deeply they kept going all the way to Hell."

"Are you going to tell Mark?"

"Tell me what?"

You'd heard his footsteps down the hallway, never more grateful to see his face and Yuta's as they flank in around the taller man threatening you.

Before you can come up with a well-crafted response, Yuta answers for you.

"Taeil sent me a message about getting you out to clear your head," he admits to Mark, crossing his arms. "Thought the old dog just wanted some privacy with his favorite patient.”

He smiles at you, nose wrinkling. "But it was you, wasn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" Mark asks.

"Princess here has a lot of hidden talents. Hacking agents, shutting down security," Jungwoo says, thoroughly pleased. "Using Moon's credentials to send encrypted messages to the Dome."

Your heart is no longer in your stomach, it's in freefall. You'd known the risks, but you'd had to.

"I think it's safe to say she's not just an ordinary little omega. But none of that is even the most interesting, is it, Princess?"

You don't answer, unconsciously moving between them and the man passed out behind you.

"The brat found out the hard way," Jungwoo says.

"I didn't think he had it in him," Yuta laughs.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Mark flares into anger, rounding on the two. "This is serious. Be serious. What did you do to them?"

The question is directed at you, rage controlled in his features as he approaches you.

"I just wanted to make it stop hurting," you say, meekly, not lying in the slightest. "But I got scared . . ."

Unlike before Mark seems wholly uninterested in your theatrics, eyes darting to the couch. His eyes widen as he seems to put two and two together.

"Did you . . .?"

"You can't smell that?" Jungwoo stifles a laugh.

"Tell me exactly what happened," he says, a little more softly but twice as dangerous as he stands over you. You could lie and pretend to be afraid, you could simper and break down. But the pain makes you angry, quick to let all the bottled rage within pour out as you hold your ground.

"Why don’t we start with you telling Taeil to put me in a coma," you say, glaring up at him.

Mark sputters a little, hand running over his head to tug at his hair. "For your safety!"

"For yours!" You hiss, tail swatting behind you. “I was right, you’re all cowards. A whole pack of useless degenerates and not one of you can do your gods-granted function. I should never have come here."

Mark's confusion quickly transforms into ready-action.

"No. You shouldn’t have. Down."

His order rolls off you with the wild rush of jimseung tearing through you. You adopt a defensive stance, hunched to spring.

Mark grabs you by the shoulders, surprised when you flow into the motion rather than against it, seizing him by the wrists so hard your nails sink into his forearms, teeth snapping inches from his collarbone. He knees you in the gut, the targeted attack making you scream in anguish.

It breaks your hold long enough for him to pin you to his chest, feeling the threat of cold metal against your temple and the click of a safety.

"Little kitten has claws after all." you mock him, twisting so your spittle flecks his face. He’s so close you can see his jaw clench. "Not such a nice guy, are you?"

He shakes you off, baring his teeth.

"Johnny was right about you," he says, tone bitter. The words hit like targeted strikes through the feverish haze of your anger, finding your heart.

"Coward,” you repeat.

He doesn't take his eyes off you, shoving you at Yuta.

"I should have listened to Taeil. She can spend the rest of her stay in Containment."

Mark watches the collar snap around your neck with finality, the muzzle over your nose and mouth already constricting. Yuta checks the fit, pinching your ear when he's done.

You sit in silence, eyes locked on Haechan asleep in the hospital bed across the room, elevated to keep from accidentally choking on his own vomit. As much as it hurts to be reminded of your sins, you feel like it's a necessity to stay fixed on him.

You need to protect your new claim.

It hadn't taken long for Mark to check the security footage, or to find the evidence of your worser crimes. He looks at you with disgust now, clearly uncomfortable even being in the same room but keeping you under careful watch.

"I’m calling Doyoung," Mark says. "We need to get a plan started for sending her back to the Syndicate."

"Good luck,” Yuta responds. “You heard her little story about the guy she marked in the Palace. It explains what happened to Johnny."

"Neither claimed her the way he did. They'll get over it.” Mark doesn’t believe his own words, tasting you more clearly than he had in the last few days. Johnny hadn’t been hyperbolic when he’d said something about feeling like God was in the room with him when you were near. You’re omnipresent, that lotus scent permeating everything.

"They’re not going to want to give her up. Taeyong especially. Even if she wasn’t a liability, you’re going to have a hard time separating them," Jungwoo adds, scrolling through files on Taeil's station.

"Three of us in a few days, four if you count Johnny. She's more pack than most of us," Yuta says.

"Never." Mark can’t imagine you ever being accepted. Not after this.

"Can't fight biology," Jungwoo says, looking over his shoulder at you. "Impressive, isn't it?"

You stare at him blankly, walled off.

"The thing I don't get is why?" Mark says. "What would be the benefit of sacrificing a potential Queen or even that valuable of an agent just to fuck with us?"

"Would you want that thing running the Imperial Palace?" Yuta shrugs. “Seems like a good set-up to get us to execute her and take the fall for it.”

"There's something off about all of this." Mark sighs. "I need Doyoung to advise on it. And we need to bring the whole pack together for a tribunal."

"Good luck. He's probably balls deep in Taeyong right now," Jungwoo says, so casually you wonder if you'd heard him right. "If it isn't Johnny's turn."

“Watch it." Mark snaps.

"It's natural." Jungwoo returns to scrolling, eye flicking to where you're trying to stay composed. "You'll know if you ever catch a rut."

"I said shut up." Mark's hand reaches for his gun unconsciously, checking himself. Perspiration has appeared on his jawline, and he swipes it away with his upper arm as he takes over Jungwoo's place at the monitor bank.

"Feeling hot under the collar, Mark? Need a booster?" Jungwoo winks at you over the other man’s head.

"Just get her out of here," he snaps back. "I'd rather not deal with her if Johnny picks up."

You're desperate to hear the conversation but Yuta lifts you by your elbow, zip tie cuffs digging into your wrists.

"We'll be back in a few. Try not to jerk off to the security footage."

Mark flashes him his middle finger, still focused on the pulsing screen in front of him, call accepting as the doors whoosh shut.

"He's so uptight," Jungwoo comments, falling into step beside you. "It's too bad she hasn't pushed him out of puberty yet."

"You start the feed?" Yuta asks.

"T-minus 5 minutes to account for a slow walk to solitary. I'm not too worried, though. You know Doyoung, he'll keep him on that call for at least half an hour."

"And Jaehyun?"

"He's doing a deep run to intercept the dove she sent past our ice. Very nice work on that, would have slipped past us if we weren't trying to flush you out in the first place." Jungwoo's voice is soft, the sentiment genuine as he ruffles your ears over the muzzle’s straps.

"Should we take her to her cell first, get some better footage with her new accessory?" His gloved fingers trace over your collar and the nape of your neck, making you flinch.

"And wake up the white knight?" Yuta asks, dripping sarcasm. "No. Let's get in as much time as we can with her."

You have no idea what they mean but things quickly become more real the moment you're steered towards the living quarters versus your future prison. You pause, dragged a little as Yuta's hand tightens on your arm to pull you along with Jungwoo's help.

"Just a little trip to your new bedroom, precious. Nothing to be afraid of." Yuta's easy cadence has you actually feeling fear, now.

You shake your head, resisting with your bare heels dug into the cold floor.

"You know what's wonderful about these collars?" Jungwoo taps the thick strip of metal mesh. "A tiny bit of coding and you can get whatever level of control you want over an Alpha. Well, at least they're meant for Alphas who need taming. Never needed to use one on an omega before. Orange."

At the word you hear a beep and feel a tingle in your skin on the back of your neck, right before your eyesight flashes white and your legs give out from under you.

"Now we have to carry her, dumbass."

"Had to be sure it worked," Jungwoo says, catching your slow-motion fall. There's no sedation, you realize, just temporary paralysis from the spinal shock. It's painless but the worst part is that you are completely and utterly helpless.

You can't even scream with the muzzle on, the sounds trapped behind your closed lips as they haul you towards the hollow doorway of Johnny's residence.

"Love what you've done with the place," Yuta comments acerbically as you pass by familiar wreckage, carried up to the second floor between them. "Didn’t Mark give you clean-up duty?"

"Why should I be responsible for his messes?" Jungwoo pouts, kicking a shattered partition down to cascade over the black tile below. "I fed his turtles at least."

"I forgot about his stupid fucking turtles," Yuta says, tossing you on the bed. Johnny's room has been destroyed and put back together in the strangest manner possible, couch cushions fortressing a bed piled high with blankets and pillows and items of clothing.

Of course they’d built you a nest, or at least a mockery of one.

"I took the liberty of making the place more comfortable for you." Jungwoo confirms his hand in it. He props you up to cut your zip tie cuffs off, swaying back when you swipe at him with your freed hand.

"Yellow." Yuta says.

They both laugh as you keel over onto a pile of bedding, breath captured in your lungs until the muscles can work again.

It takes a few seconds to pass, Johnny's deep scent easing you back to earth and washing away the bitterness of Yuta and Jungwoo's evergreen and citrus pheromones. You feel clearer now than before, almost soothed by the invisible presence of your Alpha. If only it didn’t hurt twice as worse to remember that you’ve been abandoned.

Jungwoo sits next to you as Yuta crouches down to eye level, sharp features softened with a deadly smile.

"So, Princess–"

"–we have a few questions." Jungwoo interrupts, picking strands of hair away from your eyes with gentle movements. There’s something sinister about the fact that they’re both gloved–as if they need to conceal the evidence of whatever they’re going to do to you.

You shiver a bit, turning away.

Yuta shoots him a look. "You don't need to talk, just nod or shake your head when you're supposed to. We'll play nice if you do."

You don’t move, neck still twitching from the stimulation.

"First off. Did you plan on infiltrating our organization?"

You shake your head, eyes narrowing as your ears flatten.

Jungwoo pulls you up by your collar, tongue lapping at the moisture collected under your ear.

"Tastes like lying to me."

"Not a good start," Yuta intones. "Orange."

You wince as the command takes, inhaling sharply through your nose before the wind can be knocked out of you again. There's no way to get used to it: your autonomic systems flare into alarm with each minor jolt to your heart, adrenaline making you tremble.

There was no way this was a light treatment even for an alpha–clearly they didn’t care what your physiology could handle. Sweat soaks your skin, mingling with the tears.

"Do you have a handler in the Syndicate? Someone who gives you instructions?"

You shake your head limply, not bothering to sit up.

"I think she might be telling the truth." Jungwoo says, hand back on your cheek. "Interesting."

Yuta’s posture stiffens as he contemplates the next question. "Did you put the bounty on Johnny?"

His head angles as he watches your response, your panting breaths stilling as the words sink in.

Bounty? Johnny? Icy shock numbs you. You blink at the Felid, shaking your head more violently.

"She didn't know?" Jungwoo whistles a bit. "Thought that one was common knowledge."

You sit up, woozily, not breaking eye contact with your captor.

I didn’t know, you channel, eyebrows knitted together. They seem to understand, whether or not they believe you is another matter entirely.

Yuta lifts his shirt and pulls down his belt a bit to show you a scar distorting one of his many tattoos at the crease near his hip, the tissue puckered.

"The first time we got flagged on the dark networks was after your little stunt at the debut. Three different attempts, all highly paid and well chosen. Almost got us."

You know it can’t be an understatement. Any wound that large and healed without shifting should have killed him.

"You owe me a kidney," he says, with that wry, jocular tone you know so well. This time you know he's serious.

Your mind races. Even if you had the resources, even wanting to be free of them, you would never broker their lives for your peace. How could you with Johnny at the other end of so many links in the chain tying you to them? Panic has you desperate, shaking your bowed head with added submission.

You make a garbled sound in your throat: no, no. Not me.

"Fooled me," Yuta says. "What do you think?"

"Aside from the fact she’s turned on by the idea of killing us right now, she seems remarkably not guilty." Jungwoo says. He seems to be proud of your reaction, stroking your head as a wave of cramps begins again, a whimper leaving your throat.

You curl up on the bed, holding yourself against the deep ache accompanying a sudden rush of slick. You're nauseated by the pain and the fact that you have zero control, immersed in your Alpha's scent and losing the sliver of relief Haechan had given you. Worse is the way your heat makes even the proximity of these beasts more arousing than terrifying.

“Well,” Yuta continues. “If you didn’t do it, I’m sure there are plenty of others who could orchestrate a hit like that on your behalf.”

“She’s definitely hiding something,” Jungwoo agrees. “Or someone.”

"Be a good girl and tell us who you are working for, then," Yuta says. "Who would start a war with us for you?"

You glare at him over the knees tucked to your chin, channeling your annoyance at being asked to speak with your mouth clamped shut. It was almost flattering how much credit they were giving you when you were just as much a hostage in the Dome as you were here.

"Take it off," Yuta instructs Jungwoo, rocking back on his heels. "Don't bother screaming, no one can hear you."

With the muzzle removed you rub your face, soothing your cramped jaw.

“I didn’t put a bounty on anyone.” Your voice is a croak. “I don’t have that kind of power.”

“But you know who could, don’t you? Who did you tell?” There’s a second layer to Yuta’s purred question, words of a threat drifting up from years ago.

"If you want to protect him, you'll keep quiet. You tell anyone and he dies, do you understand?"

Those green, slitted eyes are just as cold now.

"You're the ones who lied and told the Syndicate the Alpha who marked me was dead,” you hiss. "Of course they'd want to finish the job."

"If it was the Syndicate there would be a smoking pile of rubble where this building used to be," Yuta says. "Try again."

"One of your Tekhne Princes, maybe?" Jungwoo asks.

"I've never even met them." It was true–you'd been completely isolated from the heirs, lest they be influenced by you. But from what you knew of Tekhne they were harmless: uselessly spoiled heirs to the Choi clancorps.

"Family, then." Yuta remarks.

You don’t have a response for that, glaring at them.

"Oh now there's something," Jungwoo murmurs, nose pressed to your temple. "Do you know you smell like pink pepper when you're distressed? So spicy . . ."

"You idiot," you deflect. "I'm related to half of Old Seoul."

“That’s a lot of options. Feel free to narrow it down.”

“I only have my brother. And Taeyong,” you begin, quickly stopping. “There’s no one else.”

"Little liar, aren’t you? I thought you’d be better at this. Yell-" Jungwoo says. You curse him mentally as your body anticipates the shock, pulse pounding erratically in your ears. The second syllable doesn't land, and you blink up wetly at him.

"You know who it is, don't you?" He licks his lips, searching your eyes. He’s satisfied with what he finds, nodding at Yuta.

"Please. No, I don't." Your voice is tinny in your ears.

"You want to protect them?" The Felid asks. He smirks, watching you hesitate. “A stupid little thing like you? Who’d benefit from your protection?”

You shake your head, almost agreeing. "I don't know."

“They must be special to you,” Jungwoo adds, hoisting you up. “Who else would kill for you?”

“No one,” you say, mouth gaping. “There’s no one–”

"Crimson." Yuta says.

This time it's excruciating–you bite your tongue as your muscles spasm in jerks and twitches, as your heart beats like a bird against your rib cage once it’s started again. The seizure has you wrenching in Jungwoo's hold as he elevates your head. Tears stream down your face, but without a single working muscle you can't even blink.

Hatred and resignation animate you long before the myoclonic shock wears off. You breathe shallowly through your nose, torching Yuta with your gaze.

He smiles at you, lazily.

"The next words out of your mouth better be a name," he says.

You sit up, shakily, relying on Jungwoo’s support as you lean forward, like you're going to tell them both a secret.

You spit, instead. Blood-tinged foam splatters across Yuta’s face.

You challenge him, expecting another punishment. Instead he dabs at the red with his fingers, wholly unfazed, as Jungwoo collapses into laughter.

"Well that's good enough for now," Yuta says. "We don’t need to talk anymore, do we?”

You struggle as you're forced back into the leather and metal cage of the muzzle, swallowing blood.

"Positive reinforcement?" Jungwoo asks.

"Go ahead. Give her a taste."

You squirm as you realize what's happening, pulled into Jungwoo's embrace. He murmurs placations, none of them assuring you the moment he spreads your legs for Yuta to see the damp spot in the soft fabric of your pants, slick oozing from you.

You toss your head, jamming the hard lines of your mask into his chest in terror.

"Relax," Jungwoo finally orders, voice soothing.

"You think we'd take you against your will? Like you did to the kid? Claim you even?" Yuta cleans a spot of blood from the back of his hand with his tongue. "Neither of us are that stupid."

“We just want to take care of you,” Jungwoo says.

His gloved fingers sink under your shirt, drifting over your breasts through the fabric of your simple bra. Immediately you groan and push away, unable to move far enough to escape. He trails circles around your twitching stomach, dipping lower the more you respond.

“Even if you are trying to kill us,” he continues. “It’s not your fault you’re not trained.”

You buck, protesting his words more than the constant touches.

Yuta chuckles, kneading your thighs with his thumbs where he’s knelt beside the low bed. “Did you know that Johnny said he'd kill the fool who fucked you? Too bad for the brat."

Haechan. You come up from the compulsion, kicking against the sheets. Yuta registers your will to fight, holding you down with barely any effort.

"Oh don’t worry. Johnny won't have the heart to cull his favorite. But he'll have to punish him or the whole pack hierarchy breaks. Maybe take a hand for touching you? Or the whole arm?”

He blows a hot breath across your legs, “Would that please you, princess?"

No, no, no. You whine, trying to break loose, subdued by Jungwoo's hand moving into your pants, slipping into your heat.

You can’t help your fox’s response; you bend into the foreign touch without resistance. Your tail crushed between you is wagging, unwilling to admit to yourself that this is what you wanted all along–your physical needs attended to, the lack of control only enabling your animal side to sink into long-awaited stimulation.

"I thought that's what you wanted?" Yuta's voice is raspier, lowered. “Alphas killing each other for your prized little pussy not good enough?"

He makes firm eye contact as he tugs down your ruined leggings by inches, exposing you to the cool air and their view. You blink tears away–more relieved than upset.

"You have to admit it's very nice," Jungwoo purrs. "Prettiest I've ever tasted."

Yuta's nose wrinkles, gloved hand tracing up your thigh through cooling drips. "All I smell right now is that dog's cum."

"Why don't we clean her up a bit? Get her ready for her mate."

Yuta nods, giving the Canid the green light.

A shriek bubbles up in your throat as Jungwoo's fingers broach your entrance, soreness and embarrassment melting away into relief. Your fox forgets fear, tasting pleasure again without the haze of ketamine and human emotion dulling the experience.

"You’re wound so tight. Did that boy leave you wanting more?" Jungwoo asks. His breath is hot on your neck, hand holding your legs open as he pulls you against him with each pump into you.

"All of us and you choose the virgin to sacrifice," Yuta sneers.

Like everything it’s not enough, at all, your body protesting in quakes as his fingers slowly dip in and out, squelching sounds louder than your muffled cries. Jungwoo adds another digit, knuckles pushing into your walls. You can feel yourself twitch and seize, tightening.

"Poor thing, sucking on nothing. Should we give her something more substantial to come on?" Yuta asks.

You shake your head weakly in answer, abdomen fluttering each time the heel of Jungwoo's presses into your mound. It's so good–so right–you're moaning when he pulls out of you, wishing you could find a way to break the tangle of pain and pleasure under your skin.

"You could have had your toy," Jungwoo says. He rubs his fingers on the mesh of your muzzle, letting the thick drops fall onto your closed lips.

"She could have had a real knot. If only you'd kept your teeth to yourself," Yuta says. "Hold her steady."

Your eyes fly open as you realize the thing pressing at your entrance is thick and rubbery but cold, awkwardly shaped in comparison to what you need–too straight and solid. A handle. The familiar nightstick–telescopic side away from you–disappears between your legs and you buck off the bed, trying to avoid the intrusion at all costs.

"Relax, or it will hurt more. You don't need me to make you, do you?" Yuta warns.

The shape is wrong, the artificiality of it making your animal break down in terror. The only comfort is that the size is right–stretching you full, reaching deeper inside you than fingers. It feels strange, the sensation diluting some of the sharpness in your belly.

Yuta twists the handle to coat it in your slick as he pushes it in as deep as it can go. You cling to the man behind you to pull away, only held tighter, tears splashing on his exposed forearms.

"You're gonna be a good little omega and take what we can give you, aren't you?" Jungwoo says.

You nod, letting sobs rack you as Yuta fucks you slowly with the weapon, opening you up. Jungwoo is especially gentle with you now, tactile gloves soaking slick into your clothing as he brushes your nipples into peaks. You stop fighting, carried into bliss in the rhythm of their combined movements.

"That's right, such a good pet for us, so pretty and soft.” He strokes you leisurely, one of his hands slipping to the sensitive bud at the apex of your thighs, drawing circles around it in a way that has you shaking.

“Now you're ready to be bred. But you don't get a knot, yet. You have to earn it."

There's a growing pressure inside of you, rattled each time Yuta's hand thrusts forward. It's unlike anything you've ever felt, sustained and perfect build making even this debauchment something worth enduring.

You let it take up every conscious thought or instinct, finally boneless and willing. Both notice the change, Yuta's movements slowing, Jungwoo's noise of approval as he presses the expanse of skin between your hips. It makes the penetration feel so much deeper and you arch into it, hating yourself for how easily you’ve folded.

"You're close, aren't you precious?"

You make an approximation of an mmhmm, teeth gritting. You have no idea what it means to be close but if this is it, you never want it to end. The little shocks you’re feeling in your lower half are consuming you like the collar’s effects had, erasing everything painful and ugly about this moment.

"You want Yuta to make you come?"

You whine eagerly, grinding against the thing inside of you, trying to make the bubble burst like you had with your toy earlier, before Haechan had interrupted and then refused to play with you. Your fox doesn’t understand why they won’t just reach out and take an offered morsel, why they insist on holding back.

"Do you think she's earned it?" Jungwoo teases.

"No," Yuta says.

Your eyes fly open, pleading at the man between your legs. You see his lips crack open into a toothy smile, fangs exposed.

"She can wait."

You plead in so many garbled sounds, hands reaching for him–for the length slid out of your body and tossed aside. You're shoved back into the softness of the pile with a knee in your back, weeping silently as you're restrained again.

"Such a nasty little thing. You'll fit in perfectly, once you know your place." Yuta finishes restraining you, wrists bound to your ankle cuffs behind you so you can only move awkwardly, buried deeper in ripped-apart pillows.

"Mark’s asking where we are," Jungwoo says, tapping his wrist. "Take her to Containment?"

"No, I think you're right: Johnny can clean up his own mess,” Yuta says, voice monotone. “Kill the fake feed. We'll leave her here.”

He leans down to wipe his slicked glove across your exposed chest, distaste mingling with the arousal illuminating his handsome features.

“It’s where she belongs."

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#oh boy I really goofed huh…#🥺#fanfic #nct 127 #“If you cry again no one has to know it’s not because of the pain and fire wracking through you” THEN WHAT! WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE #tHIS IS BULLYING #THIS IS ABUSE #CALL HYBRID CONTROL THESE MFS ARE VIOLENT INSANE SICKOS 😥#men aint shit #@#JOHNALD #:#FUCK YOU #like fuck yuta and jw too but esp Johnny’s ass for shirking responsibility meanwhile I’m being legit tortured #i am a baby #i do not deserve this #😔

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soon-to-be father

Summary: In which Gojo proclaims that he will be a father soon.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female reader

Word count: 993

Content warning: spoiler warning (reference to Volume 0 - mentions of Yuta and his OPness), slight suggestive themes but not too bad

A/N: Idk, I was bored at 3am. Didn’t expect this to become this long.... Also, I don’t exactly remember if Yaga already had a kid or if I just made that up in my head (I do know that he is a divorcee though), so let’s just pretend he has a kid in this one lol

Filing written reports about curse incidents to submit to the elders ruling the jujutsu world was a tedious task. Nonetheless, it had to be done by every jujutsu sorcerer working for Jujutsu Tech.

Returning to the office with a newly filled cup of coffee in your hand, you sat down after putting your warm beverage on the desk. Work was waiting for you, so naturally you got back to writing these reports as soon as possible. You were determined to finish all those reports. Not gonna work overtime today, you thought while writing away your findings about recent curse activity.

Not much time passed after someone burst into the room loudly. You didn’t even need to confirm with your eyes – it could only be that person.

“State your business, Satoru. I got work to do, unlike you”, you shot at him.

“Woah, so rude! I am wounded,” the man exclaimed and clutched his chest as if he was in pain. “I came here to tell you the good news!”

The tall man settled down on the couch in the office.

“Guess who is going to be a father soon?” Satoru’s voice rang across the room.

“Is it principal Yaga again?” you asked without looking up from your papers once. “Nope, nope, nopeeeeee,” being the obnoxious person he could be, Satoru made sure to pop the ‘p’ of the last one particularly loud. “You are absolutely wrong on this one. Though I suppose I can understand where you are coming from,” he added, waving his hand.

“Guess again, guess again,” he demanded excitedly.

Finally, you shifted your gaze from your lame reports onto the white-haired sorcerer.

“It’s definitely not Nanami,” you stated matter-of-factly as you made your way to him to join him on the couch – the idea of working flew out of the window. You knew how your colleague viewed marriage and romantic commitments as jujutsu sorcerer. Who else could it be? There weren’t many male people involved in the jujutsu world with a connection to you or Satoru-

“I swear, Satoru, if you were going to tell me some higher-up will be father, then I will have you know that I am not interested in this information in the slightest.”

You pulled a grimace and made a gagging noise.

“No, no. Literally ew,” he suppressed a gag as well, “I may have a rotten personality – which you love, I just know – but I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m not that much of an ass.”

“Gosh, Satoru, just spill it already. I can practically see your tail wagging, begging me to ask,” you sighed. Now even you were curious.

If Satoru hadn’t worn a blindfold, there would have been a bright glint from his cerulean eyes. A million-dollar-smile spread on his face, pride emanating from his body.

“It’s me! I am going to be a papa!” He clapped enthusiastically.

Your jaw dropped. Wait what?

“Hold up, wait. What did you just say?!” you burst out.

“I said what I said!” he exclaimed. Was it possible for a grin to be even wider?

“Enlighten my confusion? When did that happen? Did I miss something, like something super important you forgot to tell me?” you asked, bewildered.

“Oh, you didn’t miss anything at all, sweetheart,” the man in front of you replied oh-so-casually, “I’m gonna be a dad and you’ll be the mommy.”

Thousands of emotions flit across your face. The way your level of confusion shot up by a million times clearly amused Satoru to no end. You wanted nothing more than to punch him in the gut if this turned out to be some sort of prank. Mommy?!?!

Nevertheless, you tried to play along: “Too bad I don’t remember consenting to be your girlfriend or anything of the sort.”

A delighted laughter filled the space, “Well, you didn’t exactly turn me down either, just now.”

“If that’s how it’s going to be, I will just say I have no recollection of ever sleeping with you, let alone being pregnant,” you retorted triumphantly.

“Touché.”

“Do you remember Yuta?” he suddenly asked.

“Yeah, like I would forget the precious bean I jokingly called my son, who only narrowly escaped the fate of being executed in his teenager years because his own power was too great and deemed dangerous by the old stick-up-the-ass people we call superiors,” you said flatly.

“Yeah, exactly that Yuta. I am very pleased to tell you that I’m adopting a new one! Meaning you have to help me raise him. Well, technically he will be my student...” Satoru started explaining. “...but you don’t sweat the small stuff,” you finished his sentence. He beamed at you, praising you for how well you knew him and all that stuff.

Well, duh. A new student, huh?

“So explain. What’s the deal with this one?” you asked.

“You see, this boy – his name is Yuji, by the way – is also facing execution because he swallowed a special grade cursed object,” Satoru revealed dramatically.

“Then... if he is facing execution, that means the special grade curse incarnated but you cannot exorcise him on the spot for some reason,” you theorized, putting two and two together, and the man next to you confirmed your theory.

Satoru clarified further, “You hit the nail on the head. The poor boy seems to be the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna. I managed to postpone his execution until he consumes all twenty fingers though. He will be the third first-year student, so you have to help me!”

“The Double-Faced Specter, huh...” you mumbled to yourself, then your gaze was directed at Satoru, “to me, it sounds like you’re being troublesome again, you ass.”

“Oh please, I know you love ‘troublesome’,” he teased you.

“Yeah, I do. Otherwise, I wouldn’t put up with your sorry ass.”

“Ouch. Will you raise our son with me, though?”

“Oh hell, yeah. Count me in.”

Yeah, work could wait.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #dad!gojo #itadori yuji #okkotsu yuuta #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #gojo being annoying #i wanna adopt yuji as well #papa!gojo

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inumakiwrites · 3 years ago

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hi could i request a toge x reader who knows sign language/they both communicate in sign language? it can be either jsl or asl. or maybe the reader knows asl and toge knows jsl, so they combine it and communicate in this weird combination of the two lol

The new student

Word count: =1.1k

Warnings: nothing ig (not edited)

Note: thank you for requesting! It would be wonderful to see you more, i really hope this is good tho! ♥︎ (ik i probably didn't write it well but yeah 🥲, sry it took time)

You wanted to move to another country because of some issues you had in your current one. Even though you will miss your friends but you can still try to contact them over phone calls. Your family was planning to move to Japan as there was a better job opportunity there.

Before you could leave, many of your friends gave you some cards and gifts to remember them. "I will miss you all" you cried hugging them. "I already miss you lots" your closest friend signed. "I wish you and your family can move with us" you signed back.

It was really hard to leave your country, where your heart belongs. It wasn't so long until you felt left out. You couldn't communicate with people much. You found it hard because everything was new. That was the only reason that you learnt jsl.

As usual you went to choose a school. It was so hard to find one. You applied to over 10 schools, non accepted you, maybe only one or two. But apparently it was far from your house. You suggested to stay for a year without school until you adapt the society and your parents agreed.

You were at a sweetshop. You gazed at a very tall guy with white hair. He looked like he's in the 20s. That guy immediately noticed you looking at him and smiled. "Creepy" you signed, turning around you found some weird creature. "WHAT'S THIS?!" You started trying to kill it.

"You can see them?-" that guy curiously asked as the curse started attacking you. "Do something about it!" You yelled at him. "It's easy" he said killing the curse. "All done!" . You were surprised. That was awesome.

Suddenly that guy took a seat next to you. "Hey!" You looked at him confused. "Hey what was that.." you said back. Satoru was excited to have you as a student "You dont seem Japanese..." he started speaking as you nodded. "I was wondering whether if you can get accepted in the school i teach in!"

"Wait really? I'm struggling to find one to be honest..." he immediately smiled again he suddenly picked you up and went to the school. "Where am i?" You found some weird things. "Those are scary dont show me them again, you creep!" You said clinging to gojo. "Pfft go make the entrance exam, good luck" gojo said leaving you with the principal.

The only thing you know after that is that you are a student in some school named "jujutsu High". You actually only found a few of students. You were confused about everything. You went outside your dorm only to bump into a guy. "Watch your steps moron" you signed at him. "Shut it. My head hurts" he signed back.

You were embarrassed. "You know sign language?-" you immediately said as he nodded. "Oh gosh. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to call you that!" You said awkwardly. He just nodded leaving. "Great now i messed things with a student on my first day."

It wasn't so long until you adapted the environment. Everyone was so welcoming. At first it wasn't all good with that one student, toge. He always used to annoy you. "Stupid" he signed when you did a mistake you just replied with "shut up". Your classmates didn't notice it.

They all thought you both were getting along. Especially that idiot teacher of yours. He always made you go on missions together. And sometimes with yuta.

Once in a mission you got badly injured. As much as you thought toge hated you, as much as he cared about you. No, he didn't even hate you, he was just teasing you all of the time. You were losing blood, he started panicking. Immediately he ran carrying you to somewhere safe as he and yuta continued fighting alone.

He was scared. He knows that you both aren't on the best terms but somehow... he doesn't want you to die on him. After he finished the mission, he carried you to the hospital, you have already lost a lot of blood and took some donations.

You woke up to find him "sleeping" on a chair next to you. You smiled looking at him. "Thank you toge.." toge smiled under his collar hearing you. ".. you're wholesome" not going to lie, this accident actually helped you both get on better terms.

From that day, You both pranked eachother and messed around. It was the time when toge finally felt understood. You noticed how you both grew closer day by day even though he knows jsl and you know asl. You learnt from eachother. It helped you both with a healthy communication. Since that day toge realised his feelings for you. He realised that he likes you.

You finally finished the school year, going to the 2nd year, you all planned to hangout as your friend yuta okkotsu was leaving for a while. You gazed at toge and waved at him. "Yuta isn't here yet" he signed. "We will wait" you signed back, "by the way, you look handsome" your hands were shaking as you signed so.

Toge smiled giving you a headpat. "Thank youu, you look great too" he signed. It wasn't much time waiting for yuta to come, but toge already bought some drinks and snacks to eat while waiting. Toge started feeding you some sweets as you were a big fan of sweets. He actually felt like he finally got to do something romantic for you. His cheeks were filled with some blush.

"Tsuna!" He started giggling as he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek. Your face turned red, but bro his lips were soft. "T-toge?-" toge ignored you as if he didn't do anything.

"Toge.." you repeated. He sighed smiling as you said his name. "I like you" he whispered into your ear. Your face immediately turned red. "I love you..toge" you left everything from your hand hugging him closer to you. Toge leaned in for a kiss as you immediately gave it to him. Tears started falling from his eyes. This event is for sure the best thing that happened to him.

"Oi lovebirds, i saw everything" yuta started laughing holding a camera in his hand, "and yes i filmed it" toge was embarrassed as you both pulled away from eachother. "No, you didn't see anything!" You argued. Yuta nodded, "yes totally nothing, right toge?" Toge was already hiding his face and didn't respond.

Afterall meeting toge was the best thing that happened to you, even though you weren't on good terms at first.

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nakamoto-aesthetics · 3 years ago

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Jealousy • n.yt •

• Sexual •

[extension of Make Me Proud, i suggest you read that before this!!]

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“i’ll be right back, my love” he pulls you in for a kiss and then walks away. you watch him walk over to one of the idols off to the side and he’s the first one to talk. you watch as the idol lifts their head and you look carefully ‘the idol is a… female’ you furrow your eyebrows and continue to watch them, deciding not to jump to conclusions. he throws her a smile and then begins laughing with her. her hand reaches for his and she holds it firmly while laughing. he looks down at it but doesn’t move it, continuing to laugh. you immediately feel a pang in your chest and frown slightly. ‘why were you jealous? yuta loves you and you know it’ you try to reassure yourself but it fails when you see them hugging, it wasn’t quick either it’s because she’s talking in his ear. you knew this by how yuta is nodding his head slowly and laughing as he is hugging her.

they finally pull away and smile at each other nodding their heads as they hold each other’s hands. they finally step away from each other with a few exchanged words and smiles. yuta walks back to you with that same big smile and it breaks your heart.

“now i’m all yours, where do you wanna go?” he kisses your neck but you move away from him with a straight face, staring at the wall ahead with decorations on it; then suddenly becoming interesting to you.

“what was that for?” he chuckles and pulls you back but you reject him again, once again moving your head away from him.

“okay, there’s definitely something wrong, what is it?” he looks attentively to you, waiting for to say something, anything.

“who was that girl yuta?” you still don’t look at him, looking down at the table. your half-full bottle of water suddenly becoming interesting.

“babe- are you being serious right now?” he sighs, looking at you. you don’t say anything, instead, beginning to mess with a piece of random string on the tablecloth.

yuta sighs again and opens his mouth speak.

“shes someone I during my trainee years. we clicked so well that she immediately became one of my best friends and then slowly we started to transition into siblings who told each other everything-“ you cut him off with a loud sigh letting him know this wasn’t helping.

“y/n-”

“no yuta”

“yes y/n, listen to me baby. I love you alright? nobody else” he grabbed your hand tightly, holding it clasp in between his hands. you still don’t look at him, finding something new on the table to be interested in.

your boyfriend sighed heavily watching all the idols leaving the room since the award show was over. yuta and you were about the only ones left in the room.

“what do you want me to say?” he says in a quiet voice only to you. you shake your head as an answer and he leans back in his seat watching the backside of you.

“I don’t know either”

a few minutes go by in silence. the only thing being heard is the stage being cleaned by the paid cleaners.

“y/n, baby” yuta whines and sits up, moving close to you. you attempt to move away again but yuta holds you in place, pressing his lips against your skin. “i’m sorry, I miss you babygirl” he says softly against your neck, as if he’s breathing life into you. your body reacts to his lips on your neck even though you didn’t want it to.

you tried to move away against but he just held you tighter.

“stop moving” he whispered in your ear and licked the stripe where your sweet spot is located making you let out a heavy breath of his name.

“that’s it, my love, say my name” he squeezes your hip and then kisses up to your jaw, kissing under jaw. he knew you loved his lips, especially when they roamed your skin. so that’s why he decided to tease you with his lips.

“I miss the way you smell, laugh, talk, taste. I love you so much, so that’s why I don’t understand how your jealous. I thought I showed you enough love to know that I would ever cheat on you. I don’t think you understand, your my fucking world. I couldn’t do life without you” he says while he kisses your cheek and temple gently. “i’m yours” he finally places a kiss on the corner of your lips, letting go of you completely. he stands up, beginning to grab his things but you stop him, pulling him down on the seat. by this time it was only you two and the stage cleaners who were wrapping up.

you shift yourself up onto his lap and his hands rest themselves on the sides of your torso.

“no, i’m sorry. you have nothing to be sorry for, you see her as a sister and that’s great.” you think about the way they were touching and your expression falters a little bit. yutas hand goes to your cheek and tries to reassure you, as if he knows you’re thinking about him and the idol.

“I was comforting her, she was talking about her family and how she misses them. I noticed her mood was extremely down so I created a plan in my head that would raise her mood. I ended up asking her to tell me about some of the funny memories with them and she did. so that’s why you seen us hugging for a long time. I was helping her y/n” he explained.

“oh. oh. ugh. gosh i’m such an idiot” you facepalm yourself and shake your head.

“it’s alright, I would’ve been jealous too if I saw you with another guy” he lifts your head to see your face.

“do I not show you enough love?” you pretend do get offended, putting your hand on your chest.

“you do, you do but i’m a jealous person i’m going to get jealous regardless”

“glad you know that” you chuckle. “i’m am too tho”

“pffft what? you’re better than me”

“no i’m not” you wave your hands out of laughter. “i’m always jealous. yuta believe it or not even when a girl just talks to you I try not to get jealous, I don’t like when your eyes are on someone else. I want you all to myself. I want them on me, I want all of your attention” you say while tracing circles on his neck, staring into his eyes.

he doesn’t say anything but you know he liked it because you could feel him getting hard under you.

“we have to get out of here. now.”

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6: Fight or Flght Response

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warnings: mentions of sex and pretty much a toxic relationship

Morning comes and Kuroo wakes up with a headache. Eyes still closed, he taps on the other side of the bed, his hands looking for your body. “Love?” He groans. “Love, can you bring me some medication? My head hurts.”

Kuroo falls asleep once again and then wakes up an hour later. He sits up, his head ringing. “(Y/N)? Love?” He leaves the bed and doesn’t feel any presence of you in the house. “Oh, it’s 9AM. She must be at work already.”

Well, Kuroo’s not wrong. You are at your office but you aren’t working. You’re weeping at your table because you can’t seem to get rid of Kuroo’s words to his friends.

“So (Y/N) and I are trying to work our marriage out for a year, and she’s taking it way too seriously. While I can’t even look at her face! She messages me all the time about where I am, what I’m doing and all of that. She begs me to go on dates and nags at me if I miss it. I want to tell her off sometimes, but she’s a really good fuck. Like she’s amazing in bed and she lets me have it anytime so yeah. I guess it’s worth to stay.”

It keeps repeating in your head like a broken track. And your tears run down your cheeks and you know it won’t stop for a while. You stand from your desk and move to the little bedroom that is in your office. You lay on the bed and bury your face on the pillow.

The moment you heard his words come of his lips last night, you wanted to slap him hard, beat him up, tear his hair off his head, but you couldn’t. You were glued on the wooden floor of Kenma’s house, not able to believe Kuroo could say that. Your heart shattered into pieces that couldn’t be even counted.

But still, you went home with him. Even slept with him.

If your friends, especially Iwaizumi, find out about this, they’ll definitely tell you to leave him. No excuses. And you don’t want to leave Kuroo.

“Where did I go wrong? Is it because I’m ugly?” You take your phone out and open the camera app. “Very ugly right now. This is why he doesn’t want me to post anything about our relationship.”

Someone knocks on your office door so you wipe your tears quickly and open the Netflix app so you can pretend that you’ve been watching a sad movie this whole time.

“(Y/N)? The flowers are here,” Terushima says as he enters your office. “Why are you crying?”

Speaking of Terushima, he and Kuroo have become friends after their fight. When Kuroo picks you up sometimes and Terushima’s also there, you always find the two talking about hair. The blonde even goes to your place sometimes so he can style Kuroo’s hair. It’s their form of bonding so you really don’t have a say about it.

“This drama is just so sad,” you lie, showing him the screen of your phone that is playing a random sad movie.

“I didn’t know you were the type to cry cause of movies,” the blonde chuckles. “Anyways, fix yourself. Because we will be decorating a big function room starting this afternoon.”

“I almost forgot. The client wanted all real flowers right?” You sigh and sit up from your bed. ‘No time for crying. You’re a busy woman.’

“Yeah, so we have to make sure that the flowers will not wither tomorrow,” Terushima confirms.

You brush your issue with Kuroo under the rag and focus on your work instead.

Evening comes quickly and it’s finally time for your team to set up at the function hall. You had to wait until late evening to start since there was an event beforehand. The bestman of the wedding, Yuta, joined your team as the supervisor.

While you are setting up on the stage, you can feel your workmates throwing weird looks at you. “What?” You raise an eyebrow at them and one of your colleagues walks up to you.

“The best man has been staring at you ever since we got her,” she whispers with a teasing smirk. You roll your eyes at her and brush it off.

It’s always like this. At every event, your colleagues ships you with every best man or groomsman that shows interest towards you. They don’t know you’re actually married and think you’re single so they tease you. In hopes that you finally get to plan your own wedding. Sadly, you already are married and no wedding will take place.

You take a glance at the said man and he is staring at you, but not in a creepy way. As soon as you make eye contact, he smiles at you. You swear your heart skips a beat but at the same time you will never admit that it did.

“Miss (L/N)?” Yuta calls you out of nowhere. Surprised by his sudden presence, you fall on the ladder you are on and land on top of him.

‘What in the drama is this?!’

“I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You push yourself off of the man quickly and bow repeatedly.

“It’s alright! It’s my fault for surprising you.” Yuta stands up as well and when your eyes meet, you burst into laughter. “You’re much prettier up close.”

“So you’re the straightforward type, huh?” You let out a chuckle and he smirks at you. “I thought you’d be a shy one since you have been just staring until now.”

“Well, since you think I’m the straightforward type, let me ask you. Are you single?” Yuta smiles at you shyly this time and you feel your cheeks burn hot.

‘You’re married, (Y/N)! Don’t even think about flirting back.’ You mentally scold yourself and look away from the man beside you. “Find out yourself.”

The glamorous wedding finally ends and it was one of the best weddings you have every coordinated. The couple is so in love with each other and they are surrounded by supportive family and friends. The guests were very uplifting and fun in general. You even made friends with some of the guests and have gotten closer to Yuta.

“Thank you for planning our wedding. This is such a dream come true!” The bride thanks you with a bow. You bow back and say your thanks as well. “And Yuta’s a good boy.” The bride winks at you before she and groom leaves.

“(Y/N)!” Speaking of the devil.

“Yuta!” You wave at him. He runs towards you and pants when he’s finally in front with you. “Can I help you with something?”

“Do you have a drive home?” He asks you so you shake your head no. You’re just being honest. “Can I drive you to your place?”

“My place is just a 10-minute walk from here, so it’s okay,” you reply. You check the time and it’s already past midnight. “I have to go now. It’s really late. Bye!”

“I’ll walk with you!” Yuta offers. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Okay, then. Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you joke and he just laughs.

The two of you walk home and Yuta shares random stories about his childhood. You like it. You like how he is open to you without you trying. You like how he’s initiating first. You like how gentle he is when he is talking to you. You like how he softly calls your name. You like how he’s not hiding that he’s interested in you. But you hate how you want Kuroo to be like that towards you. You hate how you’re still thinking about him.

Kuroo’s words come crashing into your mind again and you badly want to take Yuta’s hand and ask him to bring you home. But your mind is also telling you to come home quickly to Kuroo, even if you know he won’t be waiting for you.

“I’m here!” You say as you arrive in front of your condominium building. “Thank you for walking me.”

“No problem.” Yuta scratches the back of his neck. A change of demeanor happens, and Yuta becomes shy. “Can I get your number? I want to tak-”

“(Y/N)!”

Your world freezes as you hear Kuroo’s voice. It’s 1AM. Why the hell is he outside your building as well? You turn your head see him glaring at you with his arms crossed.

‘What do I do? Kuroo might misunderstand! And I can’t tell Yuta that Kuroo is my husband because he wants to keep our relationship a secret. Oh my gosh! What to do?’

You’re panicking. Your whole system is. You can feel your fingers tremble. Kuroo is walking towards the two of you and is already so close but you still don’t know what to do and say. The particles in your container are bouncing on the walls of your space rapidly because of pressure, and it’s making your mind go blank. Your fight or flight response is not functioning well.

Kuroo has been waiting for you at your building’s lobby since 10PM. He was waiting for your message about him picking you up at the hotel, but clearly you forgot about that. He thought you forgot because of fatigue but clearly that’s not the case.

Especially now that a man he has never seen before walked you back to your place.

“Who’s this?” Yuta and Kuroo ask in unison. Yuta glares at Kuroo, not liking how provocative the guy looks. Your husband raises an eyebrow at Yuta, his feline-like eyes glaring back at the unfamiliar guy.

“Kuroo, this is my friend Yuta,” you start to introduce but they aren’t even listening to you. They’re in this staring contest you don’t know about.

“And Yuta, this is Kuroo, my brother.”

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Facts:

Your reactions when you are nervous are driven by the production of hormones and equip us to fight or escape from situations that are dangerous or threatening. This is known as the fight or flight response.

Nervousness can cause stuttering and rambling.

Anxiety may be partly genetic.

People who are anxious are quicker to pick up on changes in facial expressions than those who are but they are less accurate. Thus, it causes misunderstandings.

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adezahnae · 3 years ago

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You. Are. Mine. (Part 5)

A/N: here’s part 5 for this series, this series will be ending soon🥺🥺

Warnings: Soft Smut, fluff, pregnancy, birth, etc....

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @winwiniee @nanascupid @stormxiii05

No one’s POV

Yuta laid you back on his bed, placing soft kissed to your lips. You grabbed onto his arms and melted into the kiss. He lifted up your sweater lightly and placed his hand over your bump softly. He rubbed your stomach in circles, lips now traveling to your neck. You hummed and ran your fingers through his hair.

He took your hand and kissed it, going back to kissing your neck. He lifted up your shirt more and kissed on your stomach. The baby moved making him smile. “She’s so cute..” Yuta mumbled. You smiled and rubbed over his head. You began to feel a little bit impatient and you gripped his hair slightly.

He laughed and pulled your hand away. He pulled down your panties and sweats at the same time, putting them on the floor. He undid his jeans and pulled them down slightly just enough to release his member. You opened your legs slightly.

He made himself in between them and carefully, slowly, and sweetly pushed his member inside. You gasped and gripped onto his shirt. “It’s okay...it’s alright..” he whispered to you. You nodded your head. He pushed at a slow rate, making you groan in pleasure. “It feels so good...” you hummed.

“Does it?” He asked. I nodded and bit my lip. I wrapped my legs around his waist a little, pushing him in a little bit more. He sped up his thrusts a little bit more but not too fast or rough. You threw your head back and moaned out. “Oh my gosh I needed this. This feels too good” You whispered. He let out a light laugh and kissed your nose. “Really?” He asked. “My hole was too tight. Angel would’ve killed me.” You moaned.

Yuta laughed. “You would’ve been fine..” He said. You felt your high approaching. You gasped and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck...I think I’m close!” You groaned. He pushed his hips a little faster, feeling his high approaching as well. “Fuck, Y/n...” He groaned. You scratched down his shoulders and moaned.

“A-Am I hurting you? Ah Fuck!” He groaned. “Please let me cum!!” You said. He let off a smirk. “Cum.” He ordered. You did so and moaned out. “YESSS!!!” He was now after you, cursing in his native tongue. “Fuck you feel good!” Just use google translate to hear how he said it and imagine You groaned at the feeling of his warm cum feeling you up to the brim.

He breathed out, calming down from his high. You felt the baby move. “You think Angel’s okay?” You asked with concern in your voice. He placed his hand over your stomach and smiled. “She just kicked, she’s still okay.” He said pulling out.

You whimper at the loss and sighed. He brought a tissue and cleaned up the mess. He threw it away and crawled in bed with you. You sighed, feeling sleepy.

Your POV

“Goodnight Master-“ “Yuta.” He cut me off. I sat up. “Huh?” I asked. “Just call me Yuta, we’re out of the Master stage.” He said. I sighed and laid down. “Oh okay..” I smiled, feeling grace in being able to call him that again after all of these months.

“Yuta, why?” I asked. “Why what?” He asked. “Why did you do all of this? You aren’t a person who has to go through this..” I said. He let out a chuckle. “Then you don’t know me.” He said. “Yes I do and I know that the Yuta I know wouldn’t do crap like this, I mean...murder?” I asked. He smiled. “Does that scare you?” He asked. “A little!” I exclaimed.

He kissed on my forehead. “I’ll stop.” He said. “H-How many did you kill?” I asked hesitatingly. “Four people.” He said. “All for me? Who?” He sighed. “Well you know about the two guys in the alleyway. The police man and....” He trailed off, not wanting to tell the last. “Who is it, Yuta?” I asked. “I’ll tell you another time, just sleep right now.” He said pulling me towards his body. “But I-“ “No buts. Just sleep.” He mumbled.

“Okay...” I said back. He held my body in a loving and comforting way. I sighed and fell asleep. “I really do love you...” I mumbled. “I know. I do too.” He replied. “Maybe a little too much.” I said. He gripped on my hips and sighed. “I just want you to know that you are mine. I don’t anyone dimming your shine for me..” he replied. “Okay...” I mumbled.

*3 Months Later*

I was now washing dishes when I all of a sudden felt a hard kick in my stomach. “Ouch, Angel. Calm down..” I mumbled. The pain slowed down and I felt another kick and pain four minutes after. I groaned and held my stomach. The feeling came again four minutes later and I felt my legs go wet with something. I gasped looked down. Shit....my water broke...I screamed out.

“YUTA!!” I heard the door slam open, revealing a shirtless Yuta with sweatpants. “What?!” He panicked. I began to breathe in and out. “She’s coming, she’s coming, SHE’S COMING!OH MY GOD THIS HURTS!!” I yelled. He widened his eyes and quickly went to the closet and pulled on a jacket and grabbed his keys.

“How far apart are your contractions?” He asked. “I don’t know...FUCK I DON’T KNOW!! I THINK ITS FOUR MINUTES! FOUR MINUTES! YES! AHH THIS HURTS!” I cried. He picked me up and ran me to the car, putting me in the front seat and running to the driver’s seat. He got in and started the car, speeding out of his parking lot.

I was breathing in and out while crying. “AHHH FUCK!! THIS FUCKING HURTS!!” I yelled. “I know, I know. Keep breathing baby, your doing fine.” He said as he grabbed my hand and squeezed it in a comforting way. He kissed my hand and sped down the streets.

I cried out and screamed as I was pushing. “You got this baby. You’re doing great.” Yuta whispered in my ear, placing comforting kisses on it. I nodded and waited for the doctor to do the say so. “Push!” He said. I pushed and screamed. “Yuta! I can’t! FUCK I CAN’T THIS HURTS! I WANT HER OUT!” I yelled. “Shhh...it’s alright. Look at me, you’re doing fine..” He said.

I looked into his eyes. He smiled and rubbed my forehead. “She’s almost here guys. You’re almost there Y/n. Final time, Push!” The doctor said. Yuta intertwined our fingers and I gripped on his hand. I screamed and pushed harder than ever. I began to hear shrieks and cries from out daughter.

“Here she is..” The doctor smiled. He landed her on my chest as she cried. I breathed out and put my shaking hand over her soft head. “Hey Angel..” I said weakly. Yuta rubbed his hand over her head, trying to calm her down. “Hey my Angel..my Princess.” He smiled. The nurses dried her off and turned her on her stomach.

“Okay, Mr. Nakamoto! Do you want to cut the cord?” One of the nurses asked. Yuta happily walked over and cut the cord of the baby. They applaud and gave him our daughter in a diaper and blanket. He held her in his arms as he walked around. “My daughter..my sweet, sweet daughter..” He whispered as he kissed her forehead. I smiled at the sight of it all as the doctors and nurses took care of me.

He walked over to me and kissed my lips. “She has your eyes...” He said as he showed her to me. Her eyes was now open slightly and a gasped. “Hi my baby! It’s mommy and daddy!” I said. He smiled. “You did this...you did great Y/n..” He said. “Thank you..” I smiled. “No, thank you for bringing her.” He said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for me to get you pregnant like that...I just....I was so upset and..” He whispered. “Yuta, not now...Let’s enjoy this moment.” I said caressing his cheek.

He nodded and kissed the palm of my hand. We watched as our daughter breastfeed. “What should we name her?” He doctor asked. I gasped. We never thought of a name for her. “Yuta-“Lily.” He replied. “What? Where did that come from?” I asked. “She give me joy and brightness in my life, like my favorite flower. Lily..” He said. I smiled. “That’s my favorite flower too...” I replied. He smiled. “I know.” He said.

“Lily Nakamoto or..?” He doctor asked. “Nakamoto is perfect.” I said. The doctor smiled and wrote it down. “Okay! Can we get the dad’s signature and her birth certificate is complete.” He said. Yuta walked over and signed. They gave us both a copy and put it in her folder. He smiled and thanked the doctor and nurses. He came back took Lily from my chest.

I laughed and began to feel sleepy. He walked around the room, lulling her to sleep. “Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday to you..Happy birthday dear Lily...Happy birthday..to you...” Yuta sung. I smiled at his singing voice, remembering all the times he would sing to me. His singing voice always comforted me, when I was upset or angry. His voice was a lullaby itself. I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep.

“Welcome to the world Lily...” Yuta smiled softly.

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gojonanami · 6 months ago

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Dearest Sab,

I can't even find the words to express how much I have enjoyed reading chapter six and this series as a whole.

For me, this series holds such a special place. I have had so much fun watching its inception, reading each part, thinking about it, and I am so happy that it concluded on such a wonderful note. I think I will look on this time fondly – I have truly had such a fun time reading your work, engaging with your page and watching this story grow.

As for this chapter, I truly really enjoyed it. It's so good. I loved the way you chronicled their journey. I am so amazed – you're honestly such a fantastic writer. The dialogue literally made me cry.

I think the lines said by Suguru were some of the most romantic lines I've read. I was literally, physically moved as I read them. They're just so potent. You can literally feel his love through the screen.

This chapter was so enchanting that I just can't find enough words to chronicle it. It's such a beautiful stories that I can wax on and on and write pages on your story. I just know that I can write a 5000 word response to this series – the length of a short dissertation.

I am still reeling from the scenes. They're replaying in my head. From the beginning scene, to the scenes with Yuta, to Suguru's dream, the ice cream date, the presentation, the reconciliation...

And, oh my gosh, Yaga knowing? Ah, of course he'd know! And it ended up being so sweet...

And the scene in Suguru's office? His passion, want and love? It was so romantic, I literally had to pause and stare up at the ceiling because I was feeling myself getting heart eyes. It's so good.

And the end too?? The poodle?? And getting a new place? How sweet?

(Also, you set up Yuta's part so nicely. Looking at his future? What a cool way of doing it!!!)

This is such a beautiful series. I love it so much. I love Professor Geto so, so much. He's so, so cute.

Thank you so, so much for producing this gift <3

I know you've written before about worrying about writing long stories, but honestly, I have enjoyed them so much. I loved reading each part – they read so well & they flowed so well.

I'd like to acknowledge how much work you've put into this series. I respect you so much and admire you so, so, so much for writing so much and so well and so cleanly.

Thank you for writing this series which holds such a special place in my heart. It is truly a gem. A beautiful, beautiful gem.

Dearest anon,

this is so sweet — I can’t find the right words to reply to this 😭💕the series holds such a special place in my heart too and the fact so many of you resonated with it means the world to me. the engagement and love you all had for this series was the thing that kept me going and kept me inspired so thank you really 💕😭

I’m so glad 💕 I’m sorry it made you cry but also thank you 🫶🥹😭 it’s one of the highest compliments a writer can receive �� it means so much to me that you especially enjoyed this part since it is the conclusion to the series and I’ve seen so many of my favs ruined by a lackluster ending which is why I went about this s particular way and way it took me two weeks to write it (even though I’m on break between jobs at the moment).

that is so sweet and if anyone wrote an essay about my fic I think I would sob because this ask is already enough to make me cry haha. I’m so glad the scenes were memorable — I was worried it wasn’t cohesive enough and truly tried to make sure it was.

Yaga wasn’t supposed to know but as I wrote it, I thought it would be perfect for him to know 😭 and to help them find each other again.

after how much happened in that goddamn office with me toying with all of you, I had to let them do it at least once hahaha.

ahhhh I’m glad you liked the ending — I had that last scene in mind from before I started part five — I only knew I was going to reference the first scene of part one. the rest came as I wrote it. and the set up for yuta came after since I added it in since I nearly forgot to add it in there.

thank you so much for reading and for your lovely words — I can’t tell you how much they mean to me. I do worry about it haha -/ it seems like the stories that are popular are just smut — and I like including smut but I also love writing complex human relationships (not bashing pnp in any way because smut is so freaking difficult to write) and so my fics are long — and obviously that’s not for everyone. It makes me happy that it flowed well 😭😭😭 I always worry about that!!

thank you so much for reading and for being here and for your incredibly kind words — there’s no words I can find to thank you for being here and sending this my way. 🥹💕 I hope you’re here for the other stories I wrote 🫶

#sab [asks]#sab [anons]#sab series [prof suguru]#sab [praise]

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babiesdreams · 4 years ago

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Nct reaction to their s.o giving them silent treatment (cause y/n is a drama queen)

REQUESTED BY ANON

Part 2 Part 3

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Warnings: Angst (specially TY), sexual tension (DY and Ten), mentions of alcohol (Ten)

♡ My personal favs will be marked with this heart.

♡Taeyong: You were mad at him. You really worked hard on that letter and seeing how he basically ignored it. What’s wrong with him. He’s always been this cute boy that you loved from the bottom of your heart and now he just breaks it like it’s nothing. You are not willing to talk to him right now, partially because you want him to know how it feels like to be ignored, but also because you are afraid your words would hurt him. It’s been hours since you’ve been ignoring him and it wasn’t easy to ignore his pouts or his words. “What’s wrong?” He finally says with a trembling voice. “Do you even still care about me?” You say, heart broken. “How could you say that Y/N? You are literally the person I care about the most.” He says almost tearing up. “And why did you ignore my letter?” You say, already crying. “I’ve been busy all day and I wanted to surprise you with another letter gosh” He says, also tearing up. “But why would you ignore me, it’s such a cruel thing to do” He says with a broken tone. “I didn’t want to argue. I’m sorry” You say hugging him. [I may have cried with this one]

Taeil: “What is it really?” Taeil asks, clueless. What in the world would make you ignore him all day along? Oh right, he’s forgotten your anniversary. “So you don’t know” You say with an ofended laugh. “What am I supposed to know? You should talk to me if something’s wrong” He says trying to make you understand his side. “How am I supposed to talk about how you forgot our anniversary? Isn’t it embarrassing enough to just wait for something?” You say ofended as hell. He laughs at your comment. “You are joking right? Is this a hidden camera? Because our anniversary is tomorrow and I have not foget about it, I planned a lot of things to do together, bought you plenty of gifts... I honestly can’t believe you are serious right now” He says, frustrated, angry, mad. “No, today is...” You say looking at your phone, realizing that he was right. “I though today was 30th” You say looking dow, while tears start forming on your eyes. “I’m sorry Taeil” You say in a broken tiny voice. “I-It’s okay” He says, calmed down and coming to you so he can hug you.

Johnny: “Okay what is it now” Johnny says, breaking the silence of the room. You look at him, angry, and completely refusing to talk. “Hello? Can you tell me what the fuck is wrong?” He says, trying to force a reaction in you, and he gets a reaction. “Oh you tell me, Johnny suh, What the fuck is wrong? If you don’t love me anymore, you can just tell me, but cheating on me is really low. I just thought you were better than that” You say yelling at him. “What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t cheat on you” He says looking at you confused. “Then What is this?” You say, showing him the bra you found on his side of the bed. “That was supposed to be a secret” He says, taking it from your hands. “So you admit it” You say crossing your arms, ready to beat the shit out of him. “Yes, I admit, I bought you that victoria secret’s bra you wanted. Sorry” He says in an ironic way. “Aha, You... What?” You say confused. “I bought you this, because it was on your wish list. And I took it out of the box to compare the size with your bras, I thought I had put it back in the box.” He explains. “Oh, I’m sorry” You say in a soft tone. “It’s fine, just don’t ever think that way about me, I would NEVER cheat on you baby” He says placing a kiss on your lips.

♡Yuta: He tried to ignore you as well, but at this point he’s pissed off. Like why would’t you talk things out? “Can’t you just tell me?” He says, blocking the view of the TV. You move your head, so that you can still see the Tv show you were watching. He gets he remote control and turns it off. “I’m talking to you, are you fucking deaf?” He says, angrier than ever. “Go talk with Samantha” You say looking away from his gaze. “Who the fuck is Samantha?” He says holding your chin so that you are looking at him again. “You tell me” You say taking his hand off your chin with an angry hand movement. “You moaned her name in your sleep” You simply say, heart broken. “How the fuck am I supposed to know that?” He says, angrily. “Are you cheating on me Yuta?” You say to him, almost tearing up. “You know I would never do that, why do you even ask me that?” He says, sitting next to you. “Because you could be with someone better than me, how am I supposed to believe I’m enough for the perfect Nakamoto Yuta?” You say as tears fall down your cheeks. “I’m not perfect, and I love you, more than anyone else Y/N” He says, cupping your face so that you look at him again. “Why?, Why do you love me?” You say in a tiny broken tone. “I just do. There’s no explanation. I love how you simle at me, how you hold my hand, how our eyes meet and my hearts skips a beat. I love you messy hair in the morning, how you sing in the shower, how you support me. I love your kisses, and I love every single inch of your body. There’s no such thing as perfect, but you’re the closest to that word” He says tearing up at the middle of his answer. You smile at him and kiss his lips. [I definetely cried with this one]

Kun: He tries to cheer you up with little things like caressing your hair, kissing you, giving you massages. But his presence just makes you even angrier. The fact that he talked about you with his friends in a not completely nice way, it’s just making you go crazy. He touches your hand slightly and you let go of his touch, which is enough to make him speak. “What is happening?” He asks confused. “So I’m just a fun game, aren´t I?” You say, copying his words. “What? Oh, you think that.. that was another Y/N” You look at him pissed off, not even wanting to look his way and stand up, wanting to leave. “I swear, it was not about you” He says explaining himself. “You must know a lot of Y/N, what a lucky man, surrounded by lovers” You say leaving the room. He grabs your hand and forcing you to stop. “Can I explain myself?” He says looking at you, and you just don’t move at all. He gets that as a yes. “We were drunk and they asked me about my exes, and one of them was named Y/N” You nod ironically and turn your back, resuming your steps. “I would never say something like that about you” He says getting in front of you, stopping you from leaving. “I love you Y/N” It’s the first time he says those words to you, and you hate the timing of it. You can’t help but calming down with his words. “Do you really mean it?” You say looking at him. He simply nods, with a serious gaze. You eventually forgive him, when the boys confirm it was all about his ex.

Doyoung: He sits in front of you wanting answers, explanations to your silence. “What’s it?” He says looking right into your eyes. “Tall” You just say, without any further explanation. He looks at you still confused. “You said your ideal type is tall. How am I tall?” You say screaming at him. “Okay, first of all that’s an interview from a year ago, second of all, I just don’t care about the height, I answered because it was an interview” He says in a calmed tone. “Would you prefer me if I was taller?” You ask, angrily. “No, I like you fun-sized” He says chuckling. You stand up, upset at his words. “I’m serious Doyoung” You say walking out. “I’m serious too” He says as he stands up. Before you exit the room, he puts his hand next to your head, trapping you between his figure and the wall. “Do I need to show you how much I like you?” He says in a low tone and you gasp at his reaction. “N-no” You say looking away from his gaze. He grabs you, making your body rest on his shoulder and walks into the bedroom. “Oh, I’m showing you” He says with a smirk.

Ten:He was completely drunk, but he threw up on your brand new dress. You were more than pissed off, you were mad at him, and definetely unable to speak to him. “Gosh, my head hurts” He says entering the room and you just ignore him. “Did I do something stupid yesterday?” He says, noticing your expression right away. “You puked on my brand new dress” You say, angrily at him. “I’ll buy you a new one” He says calmly. “I liked that one” You say pouting. He comes closer to you and starts kissing your neck, making you forget about the dress “I’m sorry babe” He says against your skin “I’ll make it up for you” He says as he kisses lower.

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