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organic-bloodbath · 29 days ago

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No more secrets

Hwang In-ho x Wife!Reader

Summary: You're In-ho's wife, but know nothing about him being the Frontman. Without his knowledge, you've been taken to play the games too. One night he explains everything to you about being the Frontman.

A/N: This was a request i got, i hope you like 🫶🏻 I haven't written about him before so i wasn't sure how to portray him here. This also became a lot longer than how i originally thought it would turn out.

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Your husband was lying to you about something. You knew he wasn't telling you everything, but every time you asked about it, he would just deny that there was anything going on.

He told you that he'd soon be leaving for a 'work trip' and would be back home in a week. He didn't tell you any details, nothing about what it was even about, he was really dodgy about the situation. You knew it wasn't just a work trip, something was going on and you had to find out what.

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You were in a large field with hundreds of other people, all dressed in identical green tracksuits, including you. People were getting shot, the ground was full of blood and fresh corpses.

You were running towards the finish line behind everyone else, until you fell on your back when someone pushed you, running past you and not caring about your life at all. You winced and held your head as you sat up and realized too late what you had just done.

You had moved.

You had moved when the giant doll was scanning for any movements in the area. You were going to die and so was your unborn child. Someone was going to shoot you to death and you buried your face into your hands, as if that would prevent you from getting shot. A few people here and there were being eliminated and you waited for your turn.

But it didn't come. The doll had turned around and the players continued running. Had they missed you? Not noticed that you hadn't stayed still?

"Psst," someone said next to you. "You better get up if you want to get to the finish line and live."

He was right, you were far behind from everyone else and if you didn't start running soon, you'd be dead for being too slow.

♡♡♡

The Frontman was sitting on his leather couch, watching the game on the big screen and sipping whiskey. When the first player had moved, a chaos ensued and people started running around in panic, bullets dropping them down one by one. In-ho's favorite part of this game was the players realizing what 'being eliminated' meant for them.

Then, his heart stopped and he almost spilled the whiskey on his black suit. He saw someone familiar among the players.

Y/N. His own wife was taking a part in the games. How the hell had she ended up here?!

Just a few minutes ago he was enjoying the show, relaxing and taking a bet in his mind how many players would survive through the game. But then there was you who had no idea what you had just gotten into.

No, no, no, no - this wasn't happening.

He needed to know why someone allowed her to come here and why he wasn't aware of it. He had seen all the files of the players, all of them. You weren't even in any debts, Hwang In-ho knew that, so how was it possible you were pulled here? Someone had stripped you and put the same green tracksuit on you as everyone else.

Maybe he was seeing things. Player 002. That was your number. Maybe she just looked like you. The camera which was recording this game had done a close-up on a few players and it was enough to recognise you.

He wasn't going to let you stay here and play these games. This wasn't your place to be, this was meant for people who needed money urgently and had no other choice.

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The moment you saw your husband walk through the crowd, anger rose inside you. You wanted to hit him, kick him, throw all sorts of insults at him for lying to you.

Your eyes met, about thirty metres between you two. You were the first one to start walking towards him and he came to you half way.

"What the hell is going on, In-ho?!" you shouted, not caring how many people heard and how much of it.

"Y/N, please-"

"'Y/N please', just tell me what on earth you're doing here? What is this place? Is this your so called 'work trip', hm?"

Another man was near him, looking at the two of you, confused but not wanting to intervene what was going on.

"I didn't want to tell you because you'd only get worried and-"

"Worried? Worried?! You came to a place where you could be killed! You didn't tell me anything where you were going!"

"How are you here?"

"I tried to follow you."

"Follow me?"

"You were hiding something from me, for weeks you were acting so suspicious and i needed to know what was going on," you explained, standing so close to him that you could smell his breath and barely letting yourself to breathe between the words, you wanted to get everything out of you as fast as possible.

"I would have explained everything after i'd come back."

"Well sorry i didn't know that because you don't talk to me anymore." You stepped back and started pacing back and forth, fingers brushing through your hair. You took a few deep breaths to calm down before looking at him again. "But what if you hadn't come back anymore? What if you got killed? Would i ever know about that?"

He stepped closer to you again and wrapped his arms around you, even though you tried to resist at first.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, i truly am," he apologized with a sincere voice and then made you look at him again. "But like everyone else, i didn't know i was going to die and i really needed to get more money to pay off a few debts."

You looked at him for a moment until just stormed away and left him stand there alone.

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At night while lying on your bed, you were gently rubbing your bare stomach, as if trying to comfort your baby that everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay. The baby's dad was going to be okay.

You would get back home, all three of you, and continue your life like before.

Who were you fooling? Nothing was the same anymore. In-ho had abandoned you for money, lied to you because of money, not giving you attention all because of more money.

Your baby was three months old by now and you could see the bump but it could still be hidden under your shirt and jacket well enough. You hadn't told In-ho yet, you should have told him weeks ago.

But he had put everything else before you in the past couple of months. You were also scared to tell him, especially now because you thought he would be mad at you for not telling him sooner that he was going to be a father. You had waited for a moment where he would notice you again and spare a moment of his busy day just for you, but that day had never seemed to come anymore.

Now thinking about it - he had no right to be mad at you for not telling him. Still, you were nervous, and being trapped in this place didn't help it at all.

It took you almost an hour, but eventually you fell asleep and it was one of the worst night's sleeps you'd had during the pregnancy.

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You were safe. In-ho had made sure that you stayed safe. He argued with the guards for an hour how it was possible to allow his own wife to get involved as a player but nobody knew any details. But somehow they had tricked the system in the first game that the doll ignored any movements you had made.

But what's done is done. He couldn't get you out of the game by just letting you leave while everyone else stayed. Majority of people wanted to stay here, according to the votes, they needed the money for their own good and didn't care about any casualties that didn't involve themselves.

You were mad at him and he understood why. But he couldn't tell you about the game and how all his time was spent to plan everything out. What if he had told you all about these games? Would you still love him or would it make you leave? You were his entire world, much more important than these games.

But he wasn't able to quit, not now, not yet. It would absolutely ruin him if you packed your bags and never wanted to see him again.

He would make sure that you will get out of here and back home, no matter what. And he'd have to tell you everything eventually, and that thought terrified him, seeing how angry you had been earlier.

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"You doing alright?" Gi-hun asked the next morning when you had woken up, taking careful steps towards you as if you were going to bite him if he approached you too fast.

"Yeah, fantastic."

"Listen, i don't want to meddle between you two because i don't know either of you well, but we'll have to work together to get through these games," Gi-hun explained. "The most important thing now is to survive and get through the games so we can get out of here as fast as possible."

He was right, of course there had to be one man to talk sense to the rest of the group.

"I know, i know," you sighed. "It's just been hard for me lately and he hasn't shown appreciation to me and we don't communicate anymore."

"In-ho seems like a good man," Gi-hun admitted. "And none of us told our friends or family members that we would be joining the games, it wasn't allowed to spread the information to outsiders. Please, don't blame him, not right now."

You slightly nodded. "You're right, thank you, Gi-hun."

"Let's go eat before the next game starts, okay?"

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After you had passed the second game, you were getting a little suspicious of him once again.

It was only a small thing which nobody else probably noticed, but why did he throw the toy with his right hand? He failed several times, but succeeded immediately when he threw it with his left hand. You had always known he was left-handed.

It was like he was wasting time on purpose to leave your victory to the last second and it pissed you off. However, you had passed the game so you decided to leave it be - for now.

You woke up at night and had to go to the bathroom.

"Please, i really need to go," the small girl from your group pleaded.

"Nobody is allowed to leave the area at this hour."

"I need go too, just let us through. We'll only take a few minutes," you said, tired to argue about getting to go to pee.

The guard looked at you through the glass for a short moment until opened the door without further questions.

"5 minutes."

You were surprised and Jun-hee looked at you in even more shock but hurried inside.

You came out of your stall after couple of minutes and was about to go wash your hands when you heard crying and sniffing from one of the other stalls.

"Hey," you said and knocked on the pink door. "Hey, you good?"

No answer, only quiet sobs.

Oh my god don't you dare to start giving birth right now, you started thinking inside your head. You were not going to start delivering a baby in the bathroom while guards with guns were telling you to hurry up.

"Hey, can you open the door?"

But the door wasn't locked, as you had thought, and it opened easily, showing the girl crying, her cheeks wet from the tears and eyes red. You kneeled down in front of her and held her hands in her lap.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain? Is it something to do with the baby?"

"I'm scared," she sniffed. "I want to go home."

Your heart broke just by looking at her.

"We'll get you home, i promise," you said. "We'll all go home and you'll be able to raise your child."

"You promise?" she asked, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"I promise. I'm pregnant too."

Jun-hee stopped crying for a moment and looked at you, shocked. "You are?" she gasped and looked towards your stomach. You nodded with a weak smile. "How far are you?"

"3 months."

"And the dad...?" she started. "Is it the man in our group? In-ho?" She wasn't sure if she remembered his name correctly.

"Yeah, he doesn't know yet," you said and felt ashamed.

"You should tell him. Soon. We don't know how much time we have left here," she encouraged.

"Stop it, we have all the time in the world."

But she was right, you had to tell him as soon as you could.

You got up and put your arms around Jun-hee, brushing her back with your hand to try to calm her down a little bit. It seemed to help after a little while.

"Time's up," a guard said behind the door.

"Just a second," you yelled and turned back to Jun-hee. "You good to go back?" She nodded and wiped the remaining tears from her face. "Come on, let's go. If you need anything, just come to me, okay?"

You were on your way back to your bed, when you saw In-ho walk away from his bunk. You were confused, since he wasn't going to the bathroom, it was a different door where the players never went and weren't allowed to.

You quietly walked towards the same door where your husband has sneaked into. A guard stood in front of you, stopping you.

"That area is forbidden from players at this time, go back to sleep," the guard instructed but you weren't having it.

"Funny, since a certain player just went in there," you said and put your hands on your hips. "Now tell me where he went or i'll cause a scene."

"Player 002, go back to your bed, you'll see him in the morning."

"I am not leaving anywhere before you take me to my husband."

"Please, player-"

"I said now."

You were standing right in front of the guard, mere inches between you two. Eventually, since there was no way you weren't going to give up and would cause a massive scene, he hesitantly opened the door and let you in.

The guard started walking upstairs and through several corridors you haven't been in before, you walking behind him and starting to internally freak out what was going on.

You ended up in front of a large door and the guard hesitated for a moment, until he glanced at you and knocked on the door.

When the door was opened, your beloved husband was standing there, looking at you with a terrified face.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Sir, i'm sorry but she insisted-"

In-ho grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room past the guard.

"Go back to your duties," In-ho commanded the guard.

"Yes, sir," was the only response the guard gave and then hurried to leave. In-ho closed the door.

Looking around the room, it looked like an office and it was only you and him in the room, nobody else. You crossed your arms against your chest.

"Now tell me exactly what the hell is going on. And no more lies or excuses - nothing. You're going to tell me the truth about everything or you can say goodbye to me."

"Okay, sweetheart, calm down. Just please let me explain."

And he did tell you everything. His involvement in the games, being a former winner, becoming a Frontman and everything he could think of.

Your face was horrified, you two had been together for the past 5 years, married 3 of those years and he had basically lived a double life and keeping everything a secret from you?

All those 'work trips' he had used as excuses over the years made now much more sense, all the pieces were connecting to each other and falling into their places.

"I understand if you hate me right now, despise me or however you feel about these games - i understand," he explained, letting out a deep sigh. He took your hand in his and looked at you directly in the eyes, his dark eyes mixed with several emotions all at once. "I was afraid to tell you because i feared you would leave me and stop loving me."

"I could never stop loving you, no matter what, In-ho," you said and put your hand on his cheek. "I said it in my wedding vows too, i'll always love you until the day i die. In good and in bad, yes?"

Of course you weren't fine with this. These games were brutal, almost barbaric. But you loved In-ho more than anything in the world and you were fighting with yourself how you could learn to be okay with this.

"I just... i just need time to think these things through," you said, then taking a deep breath and taking his hands in yours, just like he had done to you only a moment ago. "Now that we're talking openly, there's something i must tell you and should have told you a lot earlier."

"Yes?" he said, encouraging you to continue when you had fallen silent for a few seconds.

"I'm pregnant," you revealed, it was almost a whisper but he had heard you, loud and clear.

"You... You're what?" he gasped, looking at your stomach and then back to your eyes.

You brought his left hand on your stomach.

"We're going to have a baby, my love," you told him.

He looked like he was about to cry and pulled you into a tight hug. You knew he wanted to become a dad, had wanted for a long time but you hadn't been able to become pregnant before, no matter how much you tried.

He held your face in his hands, kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

"I'm going to be a dad," he whispered, as if it sounded too good to be true.

"And i'm going to be a mother," you said back. "To your baby."

You stayed there for a long time, until both of you were forced to go back to your beds.

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The Mingle game had started and you were all spinning on a huge carousel. In-ho was holding your hand, squeezing it hard.

When it was time to choose 4 people to find a room together, you and In-ho were separated. People were pushing and pulling each other and the time was running out.

Everything happened so fast.

The time ran out and In-ho had ended up in a room with three other players. And you? You were left outside, still on the carousel which was now stopped.

The pink guards shot the remaining players, pleading for help and to spare their life, but their cries were for nothing. You looked on your right and saw Jun-hee standing there too, looking at you with a terrified face.

One of the pink guards came in front of you, the black gun in his arms.

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The plan to get you out of there was simple. You were going to fake your death and In-ho was going to act all heart broken for the loss of both his wife and his unborn child. He would act like only a shell of a man who he had used to be. Anything to convince Gi-hun and others that his wife was dead and he blamed it all on himself.

You only had one requirement for doing this. One wish that In-ho had to make happen or you weren't going to cooperate anymore.

To let Kim Jun-hee go home with you. Let her go as well and raise her child in safety. You knew she wouldn't otherwise survive to the end and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you left and she stayed.

You also made In-ho promise that she'd get her share of money and wouldn't leave this place empty handed. In-ho had gotten protective over Jun-hee during the short time she had been here, so even though he was reluctant to let any player out of here without all of them leaving, he allowed Jun-hee to go with you.

They would need to keep an eye on her for some time, to make sure that she wasn't going to do anything funny regarding to the games but you trusted her.

Before you left that night, In-ho came to see you one more time before he'd eventually come home too the next week.

"I love you," In-ho said, holding you tightly in his arms. He took your face into his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss, kissing you like he was going to a year long war, but it was only going to be a few days anymore, under a week.

"I love you too," you said, couple of tears running down your cheeks.

Now, you and the girl were free to go. The guards escorted you out of there and you were taken back home. They didn't gas you or Jun-hee, in case the gas would harm the babies, but they did blindfold both of you, just in case you wanted to do something stupid and reveal the location to others - which you certainly weren't going to do.

The fact that so many other people stayed there to try and stay alive just to win money made you feel bad. But they were allowed to quit if they really wanted to. The game would be possible to end if the majority wanted it but they decided to stay.

You had to focus on your baby and prepare a good life for him or her, give them a nice and healthy life with you and their father who promised to quit the games after these were over.

He wouldn't take the job as the Frontman ever again, he had to move on and raise his child with the woman he loved the most in the world - you

#hwang in ho #hwang in ho imagine #in ho x reader #in ho imagine #squid game x reader #squid game imagine #in ho x you #hwang in ho x reader

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x-reader-theater · 2 years ago

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Unexpected Meetings

summary: You meet someone in a boba shop and hit it off.

pairing: Corpse Husband x Gender Neutral Reader

category: Gen

word count: 939

warnings: none

a/n: people still like Corpse, right?

"God I love Boba," you say quietly to yourself as you deftly and expertly push the straw from its sheath and professionally stab it into the cup. You take a long sip and sigh in contentment, eyes closing as you enjoy the taste. "Yup. Just as good as the reviews said."

You sit in the little boba shop, sipping your drink and enjoying the warm spring air in San Diego. It wasn't too hot, and while you've never been to San Diego before, you're so glad that it hasn't been as hot as people said it could get.

While this particular shop had good reviews, it's very very quiet today, barely anyone having come in during your rest in the shop.

The small bell above the door rings and one of the employees comes out from the back of the shop. You're sipping your boba as you notice a very, very pretty guy wearing a black face mask, an eye patch, and more alternative and, you might even say, emo, clothing walks in. His very curly hair is hanging over the top of his face and even though most of his face is obscured, you know he's insanely attractive already. Just your type. The music is playing a little too loud to hear him order but you keep your eyes on him as you do, admiring all the little details of hus outfit. When he turns back around, and chuckles as you see the hoodie he's wearing.

"I like your hoodie!" You shout over the slightly too loud music, leaning towards the guy so he can hopefully hear you. Evidently he does because turns and gives you a nod. You think he may have even thanked you but you didn't hear anything. "It's Corpse Husband, right?"

The man freezes in place and you frown slightly but try not to show any concern or anything. Maybe he's just not used to people talking to him. You get it.

"Uh, what?" the guy asks, louder this time so you can hear him. His voice is incredibly low, bass-y, so you now understand why you couldn't hear him over the music before. Longer waves means more time to travel means harder to hear.

You point to his hoodie. "It's a Corpse Husband hoodie, right?"

He looks down and grabs one of the ties that's dangling from the bottom of the hood. "Uh, yeah, yeah it is," he says. You grin at him before taking another sip of your drink. "You uh, you know him?"

The man steps closer to you to talk, presumably so you can hear him better over the music. You shrug. "I watched him during the pandemic, yaknow when there was nothing to watch but content creators, but I haven't in a while. I have a friend who's kinda… obsessed with him? But honestly, whatever works for her," you say with a slight laugh. "You kinda sound like him, yaknow? You probably do, you have the hoodie. Unless it's a partner's that you took it from?" You pause before realizing you just couldn't keep your mouth shut and you quickly backtrack, saying, "Sorry, sorry I keep talking, you don't have to answer any of my questions."

You chuckle nervously and scratch the back of your head, looking away as you sip your drink. You're so nervous because of how attractive he is you can hardly think.

You look back at him, seeing that he's still just staring at you, but before he can say anything, you see the employee holding the man's drink and you point behind him. "Uh, I think your drink's ready," you say, awkwardly.

He turns around and graciously accepts the drink. You smile at him when he turns around and raise your hand to give him a wave, expecting him to leave the shop, but instead he sits back down as the employee goes into the back once more.

"This is my hoodie," he answers, and you stare at him wide eyed, before grinning.

The two of you chat for a few minutes, finding an easy rhythm even with your anxiety at talking to such an attractive guy. Eventually though, he says he has to go.

"I was actually supposed to be home like, 15 minutes ago…" he trails off.

Your eyes go wide and you smile brightly. "Oh! Well I don't want to keep you any longer then!"

You see his one uncovered eye crinkle and you assume he's smiling underneath his mask as he says, "I-I enjoyed… talking to you, today."

Your smile turns warm. "I enjoyed it too. Maybe…"

You trail off and the man leans in a little and asks, "Yes?"

"Maybe-maybe we could, do it again? Sometime?" you ask, nervousness making your voice stutter.

The man nods. "Yeah-yeah I'd-I'd like that," he replies, seemingly just as nervous.

The two of you stare at one another for a time, before you exclaim, "Oh!" and pull out your phone which you finally remember owning, and open it up to the contacts, handing it over for him to input his name and number. "Uh, for next time," you say, feeling your cheeks heat in anxiety and self consciousness.

He quickly puts his number in and sets your phone on the table in front of you before giving a quick, "Text me, okay?" and he scurries out of the boba shop.

You nod at his retreating form and grab your phone, and when you look down at the contact, you almost choke on your own saliva.

"Corpse Husband 🖤"

"Holy shit," you mutter to yourself as you take a disbelieving sip of your boba.

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse husband x y/n #reader insert #gender neutral reader #no pronouns are used #my work #my writing

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staycorpse · 1 year ago

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how do you think corpse would be with a tall gf??

Corpse x Tall! Gf 🖤

author’s note: that’s all i can think of at the top of my head rn 🥹🫶🏽 thanks for requesting this! hope you enjoyed! 🫧

not me forgetting how tall this man is 🥴

it’s a mix of him being your biggest hype man nd being a troll

right off the bat, just want to clarify: i don’t see him having a preference over his partner’s height. honestly i see it as something he doesn’t give a fuck about. he loves you for you, period. whether you’re taller or shorter, it doesn’t matter to him.

if you are confident about your height, best believe that both of your feeds will be of the two of you slaying fit checks like it’s nobody’s business!

every post on his platforms will be of him hardcore simping over you, how such a baddie you are- becomes a whole stan acc

best believe you will be the album cover or single cover on any of his music projects

if it’s something you are insecure about, he’ll go out of his way to hype you tf up! every. single. time 👏🏽

like for example, you’re planning on going out nd dressing up. nd you’re debating between wearing those cute heels/platforms or some regular flats

the correct option is to wear those cute heels/platforms 🤷🏾‍♀️ especially if it’s what you wanted to wear in the first place!

will end up making you late bc he’s trying reassure you that you look great in the heels/platforms. doesn’t want you to leave the house without wearing what you actually wanted to bc you were worried about being taller than everyone else

ngl corpse likes it when you’re even taller bc of the shoes you’re wearing (i didn’t forget him simping over lady dimetrescu from re8 so… 🫠 don’t @ me)

he gets pouty bc you don’t understand how being taller makes you even more beautiful to him

will always compliment you and tell you how beautiful you are

every time you enter the room, you hold his attention without even trying nd you’re just subjected to constant love, praise nd support

he could be on a stream/call with his friends nd will pause for a moment just to tell you that you’re hot af nd that he loves you

whenever his friends ask him if he feels a lil insecure himself about being shorter than you, he shuts that shit down IMMEDIATELY

will always let it be known that it’s never a problem, just an added bonus bc its you

he could get teased himself for being shorter than you nd he doesn’t hesitate to hit anyone back with his sass/put them in check

to him, it’s such a nonissue nd it sometimes makes him laugh that people will find the time to talk shit about your guys’ height difference

will share stories with his friends where he does tease you a bit bc of your height

like for example, you both are in the kitchen and he asks you to get him something from the top shelf

even though you know he’s more than capable of doing it himself, when you do entertain him by grabbing the thing he asked for, he’s just gets giddy about it

like wow is this how girls feel when it’s the other way around? 🤭

one time you thought it’d be funny to pin him against a wall to see his reaction nd he got so stunned! he was a stuttering nd blushing mess 😂 lowkey likes it when you do it to specifically put him in his place when he gets too bratty or sassy with you

if you want to know the quickest way to get him to fold, slowly pin him against the wall without breaking eye contact. you’re welcome 🤪

expect a lot of back hugs! he just can’t help himself. you could be cooking or streaming nd he’ll just hug you from behind. he lives to be the little spoon when you two cuddle.

nd if his head is not laying on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat, he will throw a pouty fit 🤧

he’s really just living the girl fantasy nd he wouldn’t trade it for a second. like he’s so baby girl coded when it comes to you

will sometimes ask you how the weather is up there 😭 which results in a swift ‘stfu babe’ but!!! if you do decide to entertain his bullshit, it’s usually followed up with a sarcastic answer

“currently a thunderstorm rn..” or “pretty cloudy today.”

“aww babe,” he’ll coo, “c��mere, let me make it better.” you lean down to his level nd he’ll just kiss you

even better if you’re standing over him, he’ll just motion for you to lay on top of him or sit in his lap nd he’ll just shower you with kisses

after of giving you your very much deserved love nd affection, he’ll see the smile on your face nd say, “hmm, i think there’s a 100% chance of sunshine today~”

#staycorpse 🫧#staycorpse requests! 🫧#corpse husband #corpse x you #corpse husband x y/n #corpse x y/n #corpse husband x you #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x black!reader #corpse husband x tall! reader #corpse husband x poc!reader #corpse husband drabbles

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yourlocaldummyishere · 7 months ago

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A dream come true

Warnings:

-forced p⭐️rn ⭐️

- shy corpse

-a few arguments

-dom corpse

-neck kissing

-sex

-dirty talk

-fingering

-name calling

-blow job

-swearing

-✨drama✨

+ more

Me and corpse have been friends since we were kids when I had just turned 17 my parents had forced me to join a porn company so they could pay off their debts it was hard, every day after my so called “job” had ended instead of going home I ran straight to Corpse’s house and whenever he opened the door I would run straight into his arms and would hug him tightly crying into his chest because of the pain I was in. My legs were always sore and I could never catch a break, I could see it in his eyes, it hurt him to see me like this, I know he felt bad for me, he would always carry me to his bed and would cuddle me to calm me down, I felt bad for him too because of his condition, he wouldn’t be able to move his arms, his arms would lock in place even when he would just be trying to eat some breakfast, whenever I see it happen I would grab his spoon and I would just feed him his food, it’s the least I could do for him always helping me.

“Shit, hey Siri call y/n!”

Siri: calling y/n

“Hey Siri put y/n on speaker”

Siri: okay

“Hmm? Oh corpse is calling” she’d pick up her phone and would answer it “hey corpse what’s up?”

“I can’t move my arms can you come over?” I would say in a panicked voice

“Shit, yeah I’ll tell my boss it’s an emergency” she’d say panicked as well “just hang on I’ll be there as soon as I can okay?” She’d say in a concerned voice

“O-okay” I would say my voice filled with fear

“Sir I have to go, it’s an emergency, I’ll work four times as much tomorrow, I promise”

“Y/n no need to overwork your body if it’s an emergency”

“Thank you sir”

“No problem my sexy money machine”

I would ignore my bosses comment and I quickly got outside of the building rushing over to my car and driving to his house I had a spare key so I let myself inside and I yelled out “CORPSE WHERE ARE YOU!?” I had said in a panicked voice concerned

“I’m in the kitchen”

I ran into the kitchen and I would hug him, he was trying to do the dishes “My poor bestie, I’ll do it, here, let me help you sit down” I said as I gently moved his arm on my shoulder and I put my arm on his back holding him and I would wrap my other arm around his stomach holding him close to keep him balanced and I would help him walk to his living room gently helping him sit down walking back to the kitchen and I would start to do the dishes for him

“Thank you” he said as he closed his eyes and sighed

“No problem bae” I said as I started to dry off his dishes and putting them away

“Are you okay? On a scale of 0-1,000,000,000 how sore are your legs”

“It’s not as bad as yesterday but probably at least a million”

He would sigh “you have to quit that so called “job” of yours”

“You know I can’t corpse, my dear, you know my parents will kick me out, then what would I do? I would have nowhere to go, and I wouldn’t want to bother you when you stream”

“Fuck my streams, you’re more important out of all my friends, you know that you can sleep with me in my bed, for all I care, I’ll sleep on my floor if I have to”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, corpse you don’t have to do that you already do enough for me, you literally spoil the shit out of me, hell no, what makes you think I’ll let you sleep on your hard ass floor? I bet that floor is harder then a fucking dick could ever be”

Corpse’s eyes would go wide as he gets caught off guard but then he remembers that y/n is a lateral porn star so of course she would know that. His eyes would relax and he would chuckle “I keep on forgetting how bold you get, but at the same time I shouldn’t be surprised your are a literal porn star, so of course it’s not weird for you to be so bold like that”

“How the hell- meh I guess it doesn’t matter” I would say walking over to him and sitting next to him grabbing his left arm and massaging it until he could move it again and then I would get up sitting next to his right side grabbing his right arm and I would do the same thing I did to the left one and then I would get an idea and would smirk but then I would shake my head getting the idea out of my head

“What was the smirk for eh? Just do it I’m curious” he would say looking at her

I would smirk again and then I would sit on his lap and I would wrap my arms around him putting my head on his shoulder closing my eyes

He would wrap his arms around her and would lean his head up against the back of his couch

I would blush as I felt something hard against me, of course, I knew what it was but it was surprising because he said it was hard for him to get turned on, he had even mentioned one time that no matter how hard he try’s to he never could get himself to cum, no matter what he tried. He was comfortable talking about that kind of stuff with me because I knew a lot about sex more then him and the male body more then him so whenever he experiences something knew about his body he would call me usually in a panic because he’s scared something is wrong but usually nothing is wrong “hey umm so what did I do to make you hard Corpse?”

“Wait what?- oh shit sorry I didn’t realize, wait why the hell am I hard? that’s a good question, I have no idea how or why, this is weird, am I gonna die!?-“

I would cut him off by kissing him on the lips putting him in shock

“W-what was that for?-“

“I knew covering your mouth wouldn’t work so I had to do something to make you shut up you’re not going to die it’s just something that your body likes and it got you hard that’s all”

Corpse would relax his body and would lean up against me, burying his face into my neck

“Umm corpse?”

He would hum “Hm? Yeah what is it?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine just tired”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“None”

“Go to sleep!”

“Fine” he’d huff closing his eyes

“In your own bed not your fucking couch dumbass”

“Ouch”

“Go. To. Your. Own. Bed. NOW!”

“Okay, okay, geez!”

I would get off him and I would grab his arm pulling him to his feet and dragging him to his bedroom pushing him onto his bed and grabbing his phone from his side table walking out of his bedroom

“HEY WHAT THE HELL! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE MY PHONE WITH YOU!”

“It’s so you actually go to sleep now shut up and go to bed dumbass”

Corpse’s POV:

“Ugh rude” I’d whisper ‘but at the same time I’m glad she cares about me like this I don’t know what I would do without her’ I’d think to myself as I slowly started to drift off to sleep

A few hours later

“Mmh” ‘what’s that smell it’s so sweet’ I’d think to myself as my eyes flutter open slowly

Y/n’s POV:

Sighs ‘My poor baby, I feel so bad for him’ I think to myself and then I would get an idea ‘I should make him a cake! Oh god I forgot his favorite cake flavor ugh what is it brain!? Think, think, umm I think it was- ugh I can’t think of it god damnit I’ll just make some homemade cinnamon raisin buns I think he mentioned something about loving them in one of his streams’ I said to myself walking into the kitchen putting his phone on the kitchen table walking over to his pantry grabbing the ingredients for some cinnamon raisin buns walking over to his cabinets grabbing a pan putting it on the kitchen table and starting to work on making the dough making sure to put some raisins in the dough putting small dashes of cinnamon in the dough and I would need the dough into small balls putting it in the oven baking it, after it was done I would pull it out putting a tiny dash of cinnamon over the top of it picking one up to do a taste test as Corpse walks into the kitchen walking over to me hugging me from behind grabbing the bun out of my hands taking a bite of it and giving it back to me

“It needs more cinnamon” he’d say grabbing the bun again eating the rest of it burying his face into my neck

I would jump at the sudden deep tired voice and the sudden touch from him

“Fucking hell Corpse you scared the shit out of me! And you shouldn’t be having sugar when you just woke up!”

he would groan “whyyyyyyyyy”

“Because you need fucking sleep”

“And you need to rest your fucking legs and quit that fucking job”

“Corpse I can’t, I’ll have nowhere to go”

“I told you, you can stay with me”

“Corpse go back to sleep”

“Can I do a stream-”

“Do I have to force you to go to bed corpse” I say my left eye twitching annoyed “Stream later Corpse”

“Can I have another cinnamon-

“Absolutely not”

“Fine” he’d say walking away reaching for his phone but I would grab it before he could “dude what the fuck? Can I just have my fucking phone?”

“No go to sleep”

Corpse would huff walking back into his bedroom and flop down on his bed as I would grab one of the buns taking a bite of it ‘he’s right it dose need more cinnamon’ I would add some more taking a bite ‘okay that’s good, that’s enough’ I think to myself a few minutes later I would walk into his room with the pan of buns and his phone putting his phone on his desk and sitting next to him on his bed and putting the pan on his side table and I would pull my phone out and I would start to watch some TikToks and some of his past streams after and hour our two his eyes would flutter open looking at his side table grabbing one of the buns and eating it and he would groan at how good it tastes “it’s way better”

“I know,” I say proudly “you can go stream if you want your phone is on your desk”

“Thanks”

“Mm hm”

He would sit up sitting on the edge of his bed grabbing another bun

“Save some for me geez”

“No” he would say obviously joking as he hands me one getting up from his bed waking over to his desk turning on his stuff getting everything set up and would start streaming talking to his viewers for a bit before Rae Would say something that makes me look up

“Hey corpse?”

“Yeah?”

“How’s y/n doing? Is she okay? I mean like I kinda wouldn’t be surprised if she was permanently in a wheelchair because of her so called job”

“Actually-“ he’d turn to look at me on his bed as he reaches out his hand signaling me to walk over to him so I do and he give me his headphones

“Corpse? Are you okay? Why aren’t you talking?”

“Umm…. Hiiiiiiii Rae”

“Oh my god y/n!? What are you doing at corpses house!? What the hell?”

“Has corpse no- ah corpse what are you doing!? Nah~”

“Y/n are you okay!? What is corpse doing!?”

“N-nothing he just caught me off guard”

“What did he do?”

“He pulled me into his lap”

“Oh my god really!?”

“Yeah, but I’m used to it, he does it all the time it just- it just catches me off guard sometimes”

“Wait sometimes?”

“Yeah….”

“Have you even seen his face before?”

“Yeah I see it all the time why?”

“All the time? All the time! What do you mean ‘all the time’!?”

“Rae, we’ve been best friends since we were kids”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah”

“Oh that reminds me are you in a wheelchair?”

I would start laughing “Rae it’s not that bad”

“Yeah sure that’s why corpse told me it was a million this time and five million last time”

“Uhhhh-“

“Don’t argue with me y/n we both know it’s true”

“Corpse stop it don’t you dare”

“Stop what?”

“Ugh curse you and your good looks”

“Alright bet I’m a handsome motherfucker according to my best friend”

“Not what I meant jackass”

“And I’m a jackass apparently”

“Oh my god corpse stop!”

“Stop what?~” he’d say in a flirty tone

“Why are you being so sexual today- Nah~”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, corpse what the hell are you doing to y/n!?”

“R-Rae it’s fine he’s just doing some things that are a little I guess you could say flirting- corpse can you stop and get your face out of my neck dumbass”

“And I’m a dumbass? Wow”

“Whoa, he’s doing what!?”

“It’s fine, he’ll be fine, as long as I don’t move I’ll be okay”

“Whoa wait what!?” Toast would as he had just joined the game

“Rae fill him in please”

“Ummm Alright”

After a few minutes

“Wow, really, Copse, acting like that?”

“Yeah, surprise! he’s a clingy bitch”

“So I’m a bitch too?”

“Shut up corpse and just start playing with your friends”

“You’re my friend so can I play wit-“

“Absolutely not”

After a few rounds

“I’m tired guys can I just log off and spend time alone with my best friend?”

“Don’t go fucking her corpse” Rae would say jokingly

“Which way?”

“The way to get her pregnant dumbass” she’d say thinking Corpse what joking

“Eh I’m more into face fucking anyways bye”

“Wait wha-!”

Before Toast and Rae could finish their sentences corpse had ended stream and shut down his pc and other stuff and would start to kiss y/n’s neck

“Nah~ C-Corpse what are you doing~”

“Shhh~ my love, I love you, so, so much, I thought I made it obvious, no? Last week when we were at the bar and when that one guy grabbed you by the waist and I came up to you and pulled you to me and I said ‘back off she’s mind bitch’ do you remember that?” He’d say and then kissing my neck again wrapping his arms around me

“Y-yeah”

Corpse would turn me around so I can look at his face

“You know you’re quite cute when you get all flustered~”

“Shut up”

“Make me~”

“You wanna be like this? Fine we can be like this” I’d say as I leaned in kissing him sliding my hands under his shirt as he moans into the kiss

“God I keep forgetting you’re a pro at this shit”

“Well~ sense you got me all worked up what do you want me to do first eh?~”

“Like I said I’m into face fucking”

“Hehe how cute, you think I would just drop to my knees and start sucking?~”

“Hehe what do I gotta do to make you suck me off?~”

“You gotta find out yourself pretty boy~”

“Haha well damn how about I tell you all the places I want to fucking you in?~”

“Hehe where handsome?~”

“Everywhere”

“Where first?~”

“How about the classic, the bedroom”

“Alright if you want my dear~”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?~”

“I’ll try~”

“Get on the bed”

“Mmh…… no”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Make me baby~”

He would chuckle and would gently wrap his hand around my neck “do I have to be demanding or do I have to carry you and tie you down and make you suck me off?”

“Be demanding, if that’s what you want~”

“Well then~” he’d smirk “get on the fucking bed or I’ll fuck you until you pass out and even after your out I’ll continue”

“Fine, but, can you carry me? Please?”

“Fine”

He would pick me up and would carry me to his bed I thought he would throw me onto his bed but surprisingly he put me down gently and he crawled on top of me and kissed my neck his hand moving down to the rim of my shirt as he slowly slipped his hand under my shirt moving his kisses to my lips and I would slide both of my hands under his shirt my hands running up and down his muscles slowly as he started to lift my shirt over my body gently I thought he would be more rough and straight forward getting to the point quickly but yet he was being very gentle so I would pull away from the kiss and he looked down at me confused

“Why did you pull away?” He’d ask confused and worried if he did something wrong

How sweet of him he’s too pure and cute “bae you are too cute and too pure”

“Sorry I’m new to this”

“It’s okay love I can do it for you if you want, I was new to it once in my life too.”

although my virginity had been forced to be taken away and I was used to this kind of stuff, it felt like I was brand new to it, as if it was my first time again.

“Relax, your body is too tense love”

“I don’t want to hurt you”

“How could you hurt me?”

“My umm- I-“

“You can just spill it out remember I’m a porn star so-“

He would cut me off mid-sentence “My dick is an unusual size”

I’d look up him slightly surprised at his boldness but then I would chuckle at his shyness when he had looked away blushing like crazy he looked as red as a tomato “That’s okay love”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course”

“Can you- can you do it? I mean like, can you show me how to do it? God that feels so wrong to say”

“Hey it’s okay if your not ready- mmh!?”

He would press his lips against mine as he was getting a little impatient

“Okay Mr ima be impatient”

“Please”

“Are you sure you’re ready-“

“Just do it……… please”

“Okay if you’re sure”

“Is there anything you want me to do first-“

“A bow job”

“Alright, sit on the edge of the bed”

“Okay” he moved to the edge of the bed looking down at the floor as I sat next to him and gave him a hug

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point just tell me and I’ll stop okay?”

“O-okay”

I would move to the floor getting in between his legs and I looked up at him as he looked away blushing I look back down at the zipper of his jeans and I would unzip his jeans and he would looks down at me pulling his jeans down now he’s only left in his boxers and shirt

“Are you sure your okay-“

“Shut up and just do it”

“……. Make me” I’d smirk

He would pull me into his lap and would grab the bottom of my pants pulling them off and I grab his shirt pulling it off now I’m only in my underwear and bra he would then grab my waist and would pull me onto the bed crawling on top of me again kissing me as he moves his hands to the clip of my bra unhooking my bra taking it off moving his hands down pulling my underwear down moving his hand down my stomach his hand moving in between my thighs spreading my legs looking down at me

“Y/n”

“C-corpse I-“ he would cut me off kissing me on the lips as he would start to tease my clit and I would run my hands down his chest slowly pulling his boxers down as he deepens the kiss our tongues dancing with each others as his other hand would find it’s way to my boobs grabbing one of them teasing my nipple and massaging my boob as I moaned into the kissed his hand slowly moving down

“C-corpse please stop teasing me and just do it”

“Now who’s the impatient one~”

I would grab his hand and I would move it down making him touch my entrance as he looks down at me with lust and I would look up at him he would lean down and kiss me as he would slowly start to put a finger in my entrance and I would moan my moan being muffled by the kiss and he would slowly start to move it in and out and he pulled away from the kiss looking down watching as he finger fucks me as I continue to moan after a few seconds he would start to move his finger faster adding another finger making my moans louder moving his fingers faster and faster after a few minutes he would them pull out bringing his fingers to his mouth licking them “you taste good, you should have a taste” he said putting his fingers to my mouth as I would open my mouth and he would put his fingers in my mouth I would close my mouth swirling my tongue around his fingers and then taking his fingers out “get on your knees” he’d say “yes sir” I’d say as he got off me

I would suddenly sit up as ice cold water had been thrown on me

“Finally you’re awake! Now, BACK FROM THE TOP EVERYONE!”

It was just a dream that didn’t happen? But it seemed so real, and felt real too, oh wait- maybe because when I passed out I still felt him doing all of that to me

“Nah!~ f-fuck Axel! Ah!~”

‘shit he’s going too deep’

“You like that you little whore!? What a good slut you are for me!”

After a few hours

“Ah my fucking head, fucking hell Axel you couldn’t go gentle!? Your character is supposed to be gentle, shy, and new at it not fucking a pro did you not read the script correctly!?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever that still doesn’t change that fact that you’re a fucking slut and a whore” Axel would say blowing the smoke of his cigarette in my face smirking

“Fucking idiot”

“You wanna go again you fucking whor-“

“Y/n your shift is over you can go home now. Axel we have to discuss your character, again”

I would get up and put my clothes back on running out of the building, running over to corpse’s house knocking on the door trying to hold my tears back

“C-corpse o-open the door p-please!”

“Holy shit what happed this time”

I would run into his arms crying and he would wrap his arms around me “shhh~ it’s okay y/n come on let’s get you inside”

“T-thank you”

“Do you want anything at all?”

“C-can we just cuddle?”

“Yeah of course”

Corpse would lead y/n inside his house closing the door behind her walking into his room with her in his arms laying her gently in his bed laying down next to her after a few minutes he would speak up

“How much longer y/n?”

“Huh?”

“How much longer until you can quit that job?”

“What do you mean?”

“How much more money do your parents need to pay of their debts?”

“I only need four more months of work and then I can quit it”

It’s like seven minutes in hell but for four months

“I passed out at ‘work’ today, I don’t want to go back, but, I have to”

“It’s okay you know I’m always here for you”

“Thank you Corpse”

“No problem”

I don’t know how long we were talking for after that but probably after a few minutes maybe five I had passed out and fell asleep when I woke up it was morning so I had to barrow some of Corpse’s clothes he didn’t mind though he never does if I ask he tells me I can keep his clothes I barrow if I want but I always say no because I don’t want to just steal his clothes he already gets me everything I want kinda like a sugar daddy but we’re only 2 years apart and he doesn’t do anything sexual to me like never so I don’t know how I didn’t realize that was just a dream because Corpse isn’t that kind of guy to just do creepy shit like that so what kind of dumb ass fucking fantasy was that shit!?

“Hey are you okay?”

I would jump a little started by a man’s voice

“Huh- oh hey Enzo, yeah I’m fine I just zoned out for a bit”

Enzo is my other best friend he’s the one who’s usually pared up with me for the porn videos the company makes me do he’s a great guy to be honest every time we’re pared up together I usually end up making 500-$1,000 he makes sure I at least get $1,000 because of the situation I’m in, he understands the pain and struggle I’m in so he helps out too but he doesn’t know about Corpse being my best friend I keep it a secret because he told me he’s a big fan and if he ever meets him he’ll tell everyone about it and ask him millions of questions and I can’t do that to Corpse because he can get stressed really easily and a lot of people think he doesn’t so I have to protect him from Enzo like he does for me

“Oh alright well, boss told me to tell you, you have five minutes until you have to go on set Axel’s personality had gotten changed and the script too so read up”

Only five minutes to get ready!? Holy hell I gotta read faster then I have ever in my life

“God what kind of sick script Is this shit!?”

‘What the hell!? A rape script!? So I’m supposed to act like a 16 year old and Axel plays as 50 year old man!? WHAT THE FUCK!?’ I’d think to myself my face full of disgust ‘who the hell would get turned on by this shit!?’ I’d mumble under my breath

After a long five hours I would grab my clothes and put them back on stumbling off set as Enzo rushed over to me as I feel down to my knees holding my stomach and Enzo would start yelling angrily at our boss I couldn’t hear what he said all I was forced on is how the hell I was going to get out of the shit hold of a building and back to corpse

“Enzo go get me my phone”

“Uh alright”

He would let go of me and a minute later he would come back with my

“Here”

He said giving me my phone

“Thanks”

I said as I unlocked my phone and when to my contacts dialing Corpse’s number

Corpse’s POV

“Rae shut the fuck up y/n is calling me”

“Rude”

“Hey what’s up?”

“Come pick me up”

“Where are you”

“Work, I can’t drive or walk”

“Shit, yeah send me the address”

Few minutes later

“NOW! WHERE THE FUCK IS Y/N!”

“Sir you can’t go in there!-“

“WELL THATS TO DAMN BAD!”

“Corpse!” She said as she had tried to run up to me and hug me but I would run to her instead

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay”

The people had started to mumble as Enzo had walked over to her

“Your friends with corpse!?”

“Yeah she is so what?”

“So what? She promised me, she said ‘if I even get to meet him I’ll ask if you can meet him too!’ that’s what!”

“You’re forgetting a detail, you’re also an obsessed fan, she told me all about you”

“Really y/n!?”

“Sorry…..”

“Unbelievable”

“Y/n don’t be a people pleaser right now please”

“Sorry”

Few hours later

“Hey Y/n look at the picture I took!”

“So hot”

“Huh?”

“I-I mean you look great!”

{part two soon my lovely’s! Btw sorry for my bad grammar and bad punctuation😞}

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revolutionsingingintherainnn · 3 days ago

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case dismissed ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Summary: sometimes, men don't take y/n seriously in their world. y/n doesn't like to play the mafia card often, but what use is a mafia husband if not for this?

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ln x reader ⋆˙⟡

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ mafia au ⋆˙⟡

masterlist ☾☼

the courtroom buzzed with tension, as y/n y/l/n, highly skilled and known for her quick retorts, faced the jury. she was in an all-out war with a condescending christian who seemed to enjoy hurling his sexist remarks about her during the proceedings.

“i'm sure the jury is smart enough to decipher emotional manipulation by ms. y/l/n,” christian spat, itching with his overly expensive tie. “come on, don’t they teach women in college about emotional manipulation these days? because, that's exactly what's happening here!”

a shift of anxious whispers traveled across the court, but y/n simply raised an eyebrow and continued her points. she had grown to expect patronizing men like christian, and all dismissive of her just for being a woman. she had suffered much worse in this world, yet somehow, she always came out victorious.

as the suit dragged on, christian's quotes got more and more frequent, and too intrusive. he gave her directions about how to dress, what to say, and even what to do. while y/n was calm, she was also trying to put the flames of rage out. she certainly was not going to let this man’s crude sexism prevail.

the case revolved around a complex corporate fraud scheme, where christian's client, a powerful conglomerate, was accused of swindling millions from unsuspecting investors. y/n, representing the plaintiffs, had meticulously built her case, exposing a trail of deceit and manipulation that led directly to christian's client.

christian, however, resorted to personal attacks, hoping to distract the jury from the overwhelming evidence against his client. he questioned y/n's competence, suggesting that her success was due to her "feminine charm" rather than her legal acumen.

"i'm surprised ms. y/l/n even understands the intricacies of this financial matter," christian scoffed, "perhaps she should stick to cases that are more... emotionally driven."

y/n gritted her teeth, but refused to rise to the bait. she knew that christian was trying to provoke her, to make her lose her composure. but she was determined to remain professional, to let her legal skills speak for themselves.

the trial dragged on, with christian's sexist remarks becoming more and more unbearable. y/n endured it all, focusing on her arguments, presenting her evidence with unwavering confidence. she was determined to win this case, not only for her clients but also for all the women who had been underestimated and belittled by men like christian.

finally, the moment came when christian made a particularly nasty comment about her "emotional instability," suggesting that her arguments were based on feelings rather than facts. y/n had had enough. she reached into her purse, pulled out her ID, and walked over to christian, her eyes blazing.

"can you read out my name, please?" she asked, her voice dangerously soft.

christian smirked, thinking he had won. "sure, whatever," he said, taking the id from her hand. he glanced at it, and his eyes widened in shock. His face paled, and he started to stammer.

"y/n y/l/n- y/l/n norris?" he stuttered, his voice barely a whisper. "but... but that's..."

"yes," y/n interrupted, her voice now ringing with authority. "it's also the last name of lando norris, the most influential, not to mention dangerous, man in the city. my husband."

the buzz between the people in the courtroom, was subtle yet frightening. christian looked like a corpse and was one more second away from truly fainting. what he did not know was that wife of the mob boss he was insulting repeatedly was in fact married.

“apologies, mrs. norris,” christian softly murmured, trembling. “i really did not know.”

“y/l/n-norris. and, that’s correct. you did not,” y/n cut off. “you were so preoccupied in being a sexist pig that you could not notice anything else.”

turning to the judge, she continued in the same cool and controlled tone, “your honour, this case is as clear cut as they come, there is no additional information that i would like to provide.”

in silence the judge seemed to admire her calmness and how she handled that unexpected turn of events. “very well,” he said, looking at her. “the case is dismissed.”

y/n y/l/n-norris could not help herself smiling after the case had ended, she was not only able to win the case, but educate christian on respecting women. however, she had not quite finished yet. she still had her husband waiting for her with a gleeful glimmer in his gaze.

that evening, christian was bound to a chair in a dark, soundproofed room. he was frightened, realizing that he was in the hands of lando norris, a man not particularly famous for his mercy.

the door slowly opened, and lando entered, accompanied by y/n. christian's eyes went wide with fear as he beheld the mob boss come towards him, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.

"look who's back," lando said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "about time. death has been waiting for you."

y/n snorted, "babe, that was a terrible line,"

lando groaned, "i knew i shouldn't have used this one! george said it would sound cool!"

"clearly, george was wrong!"

christian began to plead for his life, but lando, turning his attention back on the man who was tied up, just laughed and shook his head. "you should have thought of that before you chose to disrespect my wife," he said. "now, you're going to pay the price."

y/n observed her husband handle christian, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. she knew that lando would handle things and that she didn't need to worry about christian ever causing her trouble again.

as she left the room, she couldn't help but feel a burst of pride in her husband. he was a dangerous man, but he was also intensely protective and loyal to her. she knew that she was in safe hands with him, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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devotedfem · 2 months ago

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«Corpse bride groom»

Synopsis: You were forced to marry for convenience, so you practiced your vows in the forest, but you didn't expect the branch coming alive after you marry it. You thought you saw a ghost, but he was worse, a corpse groom.

K. Taehyung x f. Reader

4.7K words.

Genre: Corpse bride au | yander-ish.

Tags: inspired by Corpse bride by Tim burton, arranged marriage, Infatuation, obsessive behavior, Original male character (Victoria's male version from the movie), Tae is so deeply in love with reader, he's whipped, dead Taehyung (he'll come back to life for smut purposes lol), captivity, innocent and naive reader, gothic vibes, Taehyung's a wolf in sheep clothes, possessive behavior, bad ending for reader but not for Tae, smut and dub-con s3x.

From the series masterlist; Hush.

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You tapped your fingers against your dress impatiently, you didn’t want to be there, you didn’t want to be wed to a stranger. The huge living room greeted you and your parents, the place looked cold and lifeless, your soon to be parents in law were standing before you, with grimaces on their faces. You felt them staring at you -judging you- so you crossed your arms over your chest, almost as if you were shielding yourself from their stares.

“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Everglot!” Greeted your mother with a big smile, you noticed contempt flashing Mrs. Everglot face, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

“Why, you must be Victor…” said your father with a gentle smile.

The boy before you was pale and scrawny, like a fragile Victorian kid. You couldn't believe you’ll be wed to this dull looking boy.

“Smile Dear,” whispered Mrs. Everglot to his husband, and the man did try his best to smile but he made a weird grimace instead, and of course your parents chose to ignore the pathetic attempt.

“We’ll be taking tea in the east room.” Commanded Mrs. Everglot with a blank bored face, turning around to walk towards the east side.

You noticed them walking away and leaving you behind almost as if they forgot about your existence. You sighed with slumped shoulders, blinking with excitement when you spot a piano in the corner of the living room. You glanced around before sitting to play it. You let your fingers play the keyboards, turning them into a sweet melody.

“You play very beautifully.” That voice startled you, making you jump away from the piano.

You felt your cheeks heating with embarrassment at being caught by the fragile Victorian boy.

“Do forgive me, I didn’t mean to be rude…” You muttered biting your inner cheek.

The boy chuckled shaking his head.

“Oh please don’t apologize, I’m not like my parents.” He said smiling, easing your tense shoulders.

But the moment was interrupted by a dramatic gasp.

“Y/n! Victor! How improper of you two being alone before the wedding!” Yelled Mrs. Everglot, making the fragile boy roll his eyes. You bit your bottom lip trying not to laugh.

That woman was such a prude.

After the unnecessary scold, Victor and you were practicing your vows for the wedding. The problem was that your brain wasn’t braining, if that makes sense. You were making mistakes every time.

“With this hand I… I will uhm, lift your, your-“

“Sorrows,” finished softly the fragile boy, you smiled at him in gratitude.

“Sorrows,” you repeated.

“Your cup will never- never empty… and uhm, for I will be your… your wine!”

You heard a deep and disappointed sigh behind you.

“With this candle, I will light-“ you interrupted yourself when the candle flame goes out, lighting it up again.

“I’d light your way in the darkness.”

“I will,” scolded the priest, but you ignored him.

“With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

The ring fell to the floor, rolling under Mrs. Everglot's dress. You didn't think twice before pulling it out from under her dress, regretting your action almost immediately when you accidentally set his fabric on fire.

Long story short, it was a disaster. Your parents were ashamed, and a strange woman save the day by putting out the fire. You felt your lips wobbling and your gaze blurring, you didn’t mean to be so clumsy, you were just trying your best. You ran away from the house, after all everyone was ignoring your presence, so you weren’t worry about them wondering where were you going.

Your eyes were teary and your chest stung with shame and helplessness. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t realize that you were walking into the forest. It was already night; the forest floor was covered in blankets of snow with the moonlight as the only source of light. You paced around with knitted brows and clenched fists.

“That pale boy must think I’m a fool,” You spoke out loud to yourself, with a long sigh. “It shouldn’t be that difficult to say a few simple vows…” You muttered, clearing your throat to practice your vows again.

“With this hand I will- i… uhm, cup your wine? Fuck no, with this uhm… candle! I… i… set your annoying mother on fire,” you mumble kicking a branch.

You look up to watch the beautiful moon, spinning around and imagining you were at your wedding, everything was perfect and Victor’s parents didn’t hate you.

“Oh hello Mrs. Everglot, you look lovely this evening,” you smiled to a trunk, spinning around with your fluffy dress.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows,” you said raising your hand. “Your cup will never empty… For I will be your wine,” you carry on with an imaginary cup. “With this candle I will light your way in the darkness.”

And then you stopped, watching the shiny ring on your palm.

“With this ring, I ask you to be mine,” you whispered softly, placing the ring on a branch as if it was a finger.

And suddenly, the earth shook beneath you, making you gasp with horror at the sight of the branch coming back to life. Or more like a man rising from the earth, or from the death.

In front of you stood a handsome man, dress for a wedding. His boxy smile and left white eye were charming, unlike his ragged suit and cadaveric purple-like skin. You spotted some of his rib bones through a hole in his wedding suit.

You blink hard and quick, thinking you went mad. You screamed with fear when the man walked towards you, showing you his finger wearing the ring. His grin never eased.

“I do.” He replied with a deep voice, bringing his face an inch closer to yours. “Now kiss the groom.” He whispered lowly, brushing your lips.

And when his mouth touched yours, everything turned black.

“She’s still so soft and warm,” said a distant voice, making you frown and blink slowly your eyes open.

Your eyes widened with horror and your mouth opened with a scream at the sight above you, there was two men looking down at you, the both of them were definitely dead. The one in your right didn’t even have arms. It was horrific, straight out of a horror movie.

Where the fuck were you?

The place seemed like a bar cave, with skeletons speaking and living corpses looking at you with confusion and pity.

“Oh don’t frighten her Yoongi, maybe she’s one of those that doesn’t know they’re dead yet,” the man on your left says with pity in his gaze, making you gasp with disbelief.

“Dead? The fuck are you talking about! I’m alive, is… is this a dream?” You whispered the last words to yourself, maybe you just were in a bad dream. Nothing to worry about, right?

“You two leave her alone, don’t overwhelm my wife,” the mysterious man from the woods ordered with a stern voice, however his gaze was gentle and fixated on you.

You blinked with knitted brows, did you hear him right?

“Wife?” You muttered with confusion, but everyone ignored you.

“Of course tae, we are very aware of your temper,” said the man named Yoongi.

“To the newlyweds!” Yelled the other man, raising a beer and making everyone repeat the words with joy.

“Newlyweds!?” This time you shouted out the words, watching them with horror written on your face. As far as you know you were still single, yet to be wed but single.

“You said your vows so beautifully in the woods my dear,” the deep and dark voice from the mysterious mantook your attention again. His gaze was still lingering on you, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. You didn’t know how to react at his intense gaze, so you averted yours instead.

“I… did?” You muttered to yourself, remembering your rehearsal in the woods. You didn’t mean to wed a corpse.

“You did, my love.” His words were sugary sweat, as if they were trying to melt into your ears.

You gulped, feeling a deep and primal fear squeezing your chest, you were about to have a panic attack. You wanted to run away now.

“Well, let me introduce myself, I’m Namjoon, the waiter. I died a year ago and-“ You interrupted him by grabbing a dagger from a corpse to aim it at them as a threat.

Your mind was foggy and your thoughts erratic, you weren’t thinking straight.

“Get away from me! I-I have a knife and I’m not scared to use it! Give me questions now!” You yelled with panic.

“I think you mean answers sweetheart,” your supposed husband mention with amusement.

You blinked feeling like a moron. Realizing you were threatening literally corpses.

“Ehm, yes, answers. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said calmly, walking towards you with every step screaming confidence and elegance. He stopped inches from your body, leaning his beautiful face to yours. You flinched when you felt him curling a lock of your hair with his finger.

“As you can see, I’m a dead groom, with a very… tragic past. I was betrayed in life the day of my wedding, I thought I’d doomed for eternity until you said your vows to me, as a gift from life… or dead.” He caged you against the bar counter with his arms at each side of you and his body leaning even more closer, making you lean your back on the counter as an attempt to get away from him.

“Our poor Tae, he was so handsome and naïve in life. Always wearing his heart on his sleeve, that snake of a woman manipulated him to keep his money.” Said Yoongi with anger on his voice, while he was speaking, tae didn’t look away from you for a second. His intense gaze was piercing you.

“And our Taehyung has always been a romantic with a kind heart, for that woman to murder him in cold blood on his wedding day. But he made a vow, to wait for his true love.” Continued Namjoon.

You felt a pang of guilt cross your heart, that was truly a tragic and sad story. No one deserves to die in such way.

“Taehyung,” you whispered his name, making him inhale sharp.

“Yes, my moon.” He said back, smiling at you gently.

“I’m… really sorry for what happened to you, but I think there is a misunderstanding,” you tried to say, getting away from Taehyung with him following your steps.

“There is none my love. We are married.” Irritation flashes his handsome face.

“We’re not!” You yelled, and then you ran away.

You ran as fast as you can, almost tripping a couple of times. You watched with horror and fear the corpses surrounding you, passing in your way between a person cut in half. You watched all of their organs.

But then exhaustion drugged your movements, making you stop to take a deep breath and calm your racing heart. Your eyes burned with tears at the realization that you were lost, with nowhere to go. You sit on a bench and sob your heart out like a child.

“Oh my dear, what are you doing here alone sweet thing.” Taehyung’s voice cooing at you made you look up at him, feeling relieved to see at least one familiar face. You hiccupped with fat tears streaming from your eyes, making Taehyung knit his brows with deep concern. He opened his arms and you rushed to them, hugging him tight.

“I want to go home,” you sobbed into his chest, wetting the fabric of his shirt.

He shushed you, stroking gently your hair and tightening his grip on your body.

“You are home.” His words only made you cry harder.

But then a thought crossed your mind, maybe if you manipulate him to take you up to the world of the living then you could escape from this marriage.

“Tae, i- I want to introduce you to my parents,” you said not looking into his eyes.

“Sure Mon Amour. Where are they buried?” He asked cheerfully.

Your stomach twisted at his words.

“They are… alive.”

His brows knitted for a moment, but he smiled again.

“Then we must find a way to go up.” He said taking your hand to pull you with him.

And that’s how you two ended up in front of an old skeleton magician, who was trying to find a spell in his huge and dusty book.

“Aha! There it is, a spell that’ll allow Taehyung to go to the world of the living,” said the skeleton before coughing loudly.

Taehyung’s grin was wide, he was so charming and beautiful like this, it was such a pity and waste that he was dead.

The skeleton that resembles an old man, gave Taehyung an egg, telling him to eat it to be able to go up. After he does, a cloak of smoke wrapped you both, you felt dizzy for a second, with Taehyung holding your hands. And then you blinked slowly, noticing with joy that you were in the woods again.

“Yes!” You shouted without being able to contain your relief.

Taehyung smiled gently at you, although he has a white dead eye, his gaze was full of life and love. Your smile fell at the guilty pang piercing your heart, it was a little bit cruel to leave him like this, but you have no other choice. You don’t belong to the world of the dead, at least not now.

“I- uhm, I’ll look for my parents to bring them here. I’ll go ahead, wait here for me and don’t move,” you said clearing your throat, trying to look convincing enough.

“Sure thing, I’ll wait right here,” he said cheerfully, sitting on a piece of log. Looking at you with a hint of innocence and trust. You averted your gaze, unable to bear looking into his eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll be right back,” you muttered, walking away from him.

At first your steps were calm and confident, until you turn your head back realizing you were far enough to run like a mad woman, and you did, gasping by how fast you were running. You burst with happiness when you got to the town safe and sound, back home.

But Victor’s house was on the way, and you needed to give him some explanations as to why you disappeared the night before the wedding. You climbed to the balcony of his room, too scared to face his parents at this hour.

Your grin widened when you watch him reading on his bed, so you tapped his window eagerly. He jumped with surprise at the sight of you.

“What on earth are you doing here!?” he whispered shouted to you when he opened the balcony doors, and you walked past him into his room.

“I’m so sorry for disappearing, i-I am so scared Victor. Something really bad and weird happened to me! I got wed to a corpse groom against my will!” You knew you sounded like a maniac, probably making no sense to Victor. But there was no other way to explain what happened to you in the woods.

“What? I’m confused…” Victor said carefully, with his brows knitted and looking at you as if you grew another head. You sighed deep at his words.

“I know I sound crazy, but I’m telling you the truth. I’m running from-“

You were interrupted by the balcony doors bursting open and slamming against the walls, making Victor and you startle. There, on the balcony, stood Taehyung, with an intimidating aura. He looked frightening without his typical smile, looking at you two with a cold face.

His steps were large and heavy, pulling you away from Victor with force, tightening his grip around your arm.

“Y/n? who’s that?” Taehyung asked between teeth, not breaking his heavy gaze from Victor.

“He’s my… my-my…” Your brain literally bugged at that moment, blank and without any rational thought.

“I’m his soon to be husband.” Replied Victor, making you open and close your mouth like a fish, you wanted to deny it but you just couldn’t because it was the truth. You didn’t know how well Taehyung will cope with that information.

“You wish,” said darkly Taehyung, pulling you away with him. You two disappeared into the cloaked smoke that brought you here. And you witnessed the horrified face of Victor before vanishing away into the air.

You were again in the place of the old magician skeleton, with Taehyung crying in front of you. Your heart was clenching with pity and anger, he didn’t have any right to take you away from Victor!

“You’re a liar!” Sobbed Taehyung, with tears streaming from his betrayed eyes.

You gasped in disbelief.

“Excuse me? I’ve never lied to you!”

“Yeah sure, go back to that other man,” said lowly Taehyung, with venom and hurt in his voice.

“You are the other man!” You shouted, feed up with his victim complex.

“No I’m not! You’re married to me! He’s the other man!” He screamed with his voice breaking at the last words.

“He’s got a point though,” the skeleton commented softly.

There was a moment of silence, you didn’t know what to say at this point. Taehyung looked defeated with his shoulders slumped.

“And I thought this was going well,” he muttered, making you feel even worse.

“Look, I’m so sorry you have to find it out like this, but I don’t want this marry.”

Hurt flashes Taehyung’s face, his eyes swan in tears again.

“But why? It’s because my eye, isn’t it?” He whispered sadly, looking vulnerable and hurt.

“No! Of course not, your eye it’s very… lovely, you are very lovely, and handsome. But that’s not the point.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in exasperation. “The point is, that we’re not meant to be! You’re… dead, and I’m alive, this just can’t work.”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before saying your vows,” he replied with an angry scowl and crossed arms.

“Why can’t you understand that this is a mistake! I would never, ever, marry you!”

You regretted your words immediately after watching Taehyung’s crestfallen face. He just stood there, saying nothing back and turning around, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

“Well, a marriage isn’t a marriage without arguments, isn’t it?” You ignored the skeleton, feeling really bad with yourself.

You went out, ignoring the corpses watching you with curiosity, you were the only one with a beating heart and they know it, everyone knows it except Taehyung.

With a sigh, you sit heavily on the bench, biting your bottom lip with no clue of what to do down here without the company of Taehyung. Are you doomed to be in the land of the death? Maybe that was your destiny, in some way, the universe fulfilled your wish; you won’t marry Victor, but at what cost?

You searched for Taehyung after a couple of hours, asking every corpse If they have seemed him, but they never answered your questions.

And then you listened a sweet piano melody from afar, your body followed the sound as a sailor going after the call of a siren. Your feet brought you to a small terrace where Taehyung was playing piano, he looked absorbed in his own little word, until you sat beside him on the piano’s bench, making him startle and widen his pretty eyes.

But he blinked his surprise away, snorting with a roll of his eyes, ignoring you to keep playing. You played the keyboards too, following his melody. He side-eyed you with annoyance, playing quicker the piano, making you smirk playing even more quicker than him. Your hands touched at some point, and you noticed how Taehyung’s defenses broke down little by little, enjoying the melody you two made, smiling softly at you.

“That was so beautiful,” you say breaking the comfortable silence. Taehyung only nodded at your words.

Your lips curled down, feeling that pang of guilt in your chest again.

“Look, I’m so sorry for what I said earlier. You’re the most interesting and handsome man I’ve ever met, and if death weren’t separating us, I’d fall head over heels for you.” You said softly, trying to make him understand why you two weren’t compatible at all.

He just hummed, not looking at you.

“So the only thing you want from me… it’s a beating heart?” He asked trying to look nonchalant, but you noticed the tension of his lips.

“I… I mean, I can be dead to be with you… at this point, there’s nothing left for me up there,” you muttered, you didn’t miss Victor’s parents flattering the woman that turn off the fire of Mrs. Everglot dress, she seemed interested in marrying Victor.

“No.” Growled Taehyung with anger, a fire burning his dead eyes. “I would never take that away from you, life is a gift, and you’re full of it. That’s whyI’m head over heels for you, my moon.” He whispered the last words, full of love and passion, melting your heart and filling your eyes with tears.

You’ve never felt more loved and seemed in your life, but it felt wrong, because the feeling wasn’t mutual. You appreciate him, yes, you think he’s beautiful and sweet, also yes. But you didn’t love him.

“I have to be honest with you Tae, I just… don’t feel the same, and I can’t guarantee you that my feelings will change in the future.”

Taehyung smiled with sadness and determination, holding tightly both of your hands and stroking lovingly the back.

“I have enough love for the both of us, even If you never love me, even if you hate me. I’ll never leave you.” He said like an oath, one he’s not willing to break.

You blinked at his words, taken aback. It felt more like a threat rather than a confession of love, but you didn’t mind. It felt nice to be cared for.

“Okay.” You whispered, looking into his pretty eyes.

“I have something to show you,” his voice dropped an octave, and his gaze darkened for a moment, but he returned to his bright persona immediately. You nodded slowly, not sure why you felt uneasy all of a sudden.

He took you to a hidden cottage deep in the land of the death, it was hauntingly beautiful, its garden has dead roses and dark sunflowers. Charming and deathly, just like Taehyung.

He showed you a death rose covered in honey, smirking at you like the Cheshire cat, with a mischievous and a naughty glint in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes, raising a brow when he remained silent.

“So? You wanted to show me a withered rose?” You asked with a frown, not sure what the hell you two were doing in that cottage. “Do you live here?” You changed the subject, watching your surroundings with curiosity.

“Yes, we live here. And… this rose it’s enchanted, it will bring me back to life, it’ll make my rotten heart beat again.”

You freeze at his words, whipping your head towards him in shock, watching Taehyung’s eyes darkening. His gaze was intense and unreadable, staring piercingly at you like a hawk, a predator ready to pounce and chase its preys if it dares to run away.

You gulped hard, blinking and processing his words.

“Are you sure…it-it’ll work? I mean, I’m sure it will, we got up a couple of hours ago.” You rambled, trying to think how to say your next words. “If… if, this works, that means… we can go back to the land of the living?” You asked softly and cautiously, watching his every expression as if you were dealing with a wild animal.

Taehyung only smiled at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. That smile looked forced, so unlike him.

“Of course, my moon, we will go to your home. I want to meet your parents after all,” his voice sounded constricted, as if he was restraining himself.

“If you don’t want to do this, then don’t. Do it because you want it, not to please me.”

This time his smile was genuine, sparkling his eyes.

But then his gaze darkened again, like a dusty cloak covering his eyes, his intentions.

“Don’t worry about me, although I have to tell you something. To make this spell permanent, there’s one condition.” He said, not breaking his heavy gaze from you.

A chill run down your spine at his odd vibe.

“What condition?” You asked with your brows knitted.

“We have to consummate the marriage,” he said lowly, approaching you with slow steps.

You widened your eyes at his proposal, no fucking way. You won’t fuck a corpse.

“Taehyung you’re dead. I’m not fucking a corpse, I’m sorry.”

To your surprise, his smirk didn’t falter.

“Did I say I’ll fuck while dead? No. This spell will revive me, but only for 4 hours, that’s why we need to… be intimate to make it permanent.” He said calmly, getting even more closer to your body.

You didn’t know what to say to that, it wouldn’t be a problem if he was alive, right? But… he was still a stranger, and you didn’t feel comfortable being intimate with him.

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t you want to go back home? To be with your parents? Wouldn’t be easier if you tell them you’re already married? I promise to give you space up there, I can love you from afar.” His tone was deep, and his stare burned with determination.

“I… guess you’re right.” You whispered, not knowing what else to say.

It can’t be that bad. Right?

Taehyung smirked mischievously, his eyes glinting with eagerness. He took the withered rose, eating its petals covered in honey. Staring at you while swallowing each one of them.

And then… he changed.

His purpled skin tone turned tan with a healthy glow, his lips changed into a cherry tone. His hair was more ebony and shinning, and that hole that showed his rib bones, was covered with new skin.

He looked alive.

Your lips parted and your eyes widened with fascination. You took one large step to be an inch closer to him, putting slowly your hand on his chest. Laughing with joy at the feeling of his heart beating against your palm. You just witnessed a miracle.

“I’m impressed,” you said feeling his heart, he felt so alive.

Taehyung pulled your hand towards his lips, kissing it softly and staring at you heavily. His lips lingered on your hand, brushing the inner of your wrist.

And then he carried you in bridal style, making you gasp in surprise by the sudden movement. You wrapped your arms around his neck, watching how he took you deeper into the cottage, laying you on the mattress of his bed.

He lingered above you, caging your head and body with his hands and legs, staring down at you with hunger in his eyes. His left white eye didn’t change of color, making you smile. It was his charm.

And then he kissed your smile away, sucking and biting your lips like a starve man, swallowing all of your sounds as if he wanted to devour you.

Your head spined because of how rough he was kissing you, not breaking the kiss to give you a chance to breath. You felt him tearing off your clothes like a savage, making you frown and whimper. It was a lot, you tried to turn your head away but he growled, gripping your chin to attach his lips again.

“Tae. I, I don’t know if this is-“

“You said yes, I won’t let you set a foot outside until I’m buried balls deep inside you.” He snarled, with anger and lust clouding his intense eyes.

He widened your legs until your knees brushed your shoulders, baring you open to him. You felt your cheeks heating with embarrassment, you’ve never felt more exposed in your life.

And Taehyung’s eyes glinted with so much hunger that it scared you, the grip he has on your legs was tight, not letting you go.

“You’re mine,” he growled.

And you teared up, feeling like a lamb that fell into its predator’s trap.

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