Hello darlings, it's been a minute since I've posted, but I wanted to put out a teaser to see if there would even be any interest in a new Hoseok one-shot. Let me know what you think!
“Precious,” his voice rang out through the building. “Darling, it’s time to come out now.”
She didn’t come out, choosing instead to press herself further back into her hiding place with her hand clamped over her mouth to stop any noise that might give away her position from slipping out.
“Aren’t you tired, precious?” he asked, his footsteps echoing. “Aren’t you ready to go home?”
His footsteps stopped and there was an agonizing moment of silence before he spoke again but it wasn’t to her. “Fan out. I want this place swept from top to bottom. Keep all the exits sealed.” He ordered, voice hard and demanding. “I don’t want her hurt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” the lackey acknowledged and there was quickly a series of orders fired off, directions on where everyone was to search.
“It’s okay, darling.” he spoke again, his tone completely different as he addressed her than when he was giving orders. “I’m not upset. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
She could hear the heavy sounds of boots falling on concrete as his men spread out in search of her.
There weren’t a lot of places to hide in the warehouse. The building clearly wasn’t in use, and there was only a handful of abandoned crates and machinery to provide shelter. She was hidden behind a group of crates, holding her breath as his men started their search for her.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all day, not knowing where you were.” he chuckled, the sound half tired and half something else, something almost manic. She was pushing the limits of his patience. She knew that, but she still couldn’t bring herself to come out of her own accord.
They both knew that she wasn’t getting away. He’d chased her down and cornered her here knowing full well it was a dead end. He wouldn't hurt her, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her slip away.
The sound of tactical boots was closer to her now. They were slowly but surely closing in on her, methodically going over every inch of the warehouse in search of her hiding spot.
It was a small miracle she’d even gotten this far. No, he never hurt her, but security around her was tight, ensuring that she stayed safely tucked away right where he wanted her. She was always right where he wanted her.
It was infuriating, and somehow his lack of anger made it all the worse. No matter what she did, he had a seemingly endless supply of patience. She could spit in his face, and he’d still smile at her. Even now as she pushed every boundary set for her, he didn’t seem angry. He seemed tired, worried even, but not angry.
The crate she was hiding behind shifted, and an unfamiliar face peered down at her.
“Sir, we’ve found her!” He shouted before turning his attention back to her. “Ma’am.” He tilted his head respectfully, holding out a hand to help her up.
She didn’t take it, not even as she heard the others rapidly approaching.
“Precious.” he breathed a sigh of relief and a smile stretched across his features as she came into view.
Immediately she was pulled up and out of her crouched position as he crushed her to his chest, his fingers tangling into her already messy hair. There was no space between them as he held her close, as though he was frightened she’d slip through his fingers again or disappear altogether.
“There you are.” he murmured into her hair before pulling back so he could get a good look at her face, a smile spreading across his lips as he took her in. “You had me worried sick.”
She pulled back and stared at him silently, unsure how to proceed or what he was going to do next.
Tenderly, he pushed back the hair obscuring her features, taking in the dirt and dust that had settled over her face and clothes over the course of her adventures with disapproval. “Let’s get you home, darling.”
Hoseok scooped her up, keeping her close to his chest as he strode towards the exit to where the car was waiting to take them back to her gilded cage.
Y/N had to wonder as he carried her how she had gotten herself into this predicament in the first place.
This man didn’t take the arranged marriage route oh no— even if your parents decided you were to marry the Strongest sorcerer ever, through arranged marriage. Some Jujutsu clan bullshit maybe 🤷🏻♀️ he’s still going to make sure you take your time getting to know him & falling in love with him. He’s got all the time in the world & a helluva confidence on himself that he’s going to win your heart. ❤️
Would ask you out on dates, bring you flowers, shower you with so love & materialistic expensive gifts. Listen he has a lot of money 💴 okay? He needs to put it to good use. Gonna spoil and lather you up with all the fancy brands just to show you that he wants to love you.
At first— it’s a bit hard to adjust to him. He naturally carries an intimidating aura despite sounding man-childish. His glare is enough to make bile rise in your throat and have you littered with goosebumps. Even if it’s not directed towards you in the slightest. You just happened to witness that during one of your dates when you noticed the waiter acting a tad too chummy towards you. “Relax, Satoru.” You mumbled, after the waiter left, shivery when he asked him to, “Look here,” to which he dismissively kisses your knuckles and says he’s sorry for letting you see his ‘meanie’ side.
He is touchy and literally has no concept of personal space. Would always have an arm around you, snaked gently. Kiss your forehead, kiss your cheek, kiss your chin, kiss you everywhere. <33 you take time getting used to it first, then eventually you also give in. Hugging him, kissing him, tenderly giggling at his actions of affection.
When you end up being engaged he literally has the biggest ring ever for you. A solitaire that expresses your status as the wife of the Gojo clan’s head. He spends a fortune on it and makes sure you wear it every single day.
The marriage ends up extravagantly too, he would be so in for a destination wedding. Going to ask you to customise it according to your aesthetic— infact? Going to bug you for it. Going to hire a wedding planner to spend time with you and ask them to make sure that your vision comes out to a reality.
Of course king is a sex god. He has a fuckboy image (let’s say for this hc) for a good reason. He would give you nerve wracking orgasms just after the wedding on your first night together. Would coo soft praises at how good you are handling it. How thick his cock is for you yet you’re wrapping your walls snug around him so cutely.
He loves eating sweets and would take his sweet time cooking you pancakes, waffles, crepes for breakfast. He thinks you’d want nothing else in the world except sweets cus he feels the same T_T cutie <3
Whenever you have your period, husband Gojo fills the house with your favorite snackies, goodies, some herbal teas. He’s going to be your heating pad as you nestle into his warm lap and his hands rub your tummy as you sleep.
Work stress? What’s that? You’re working cause you want to— not because you have to & he wants you to know that you have the freedom of switching jobs/career and pursue your passions while he spoils you infinitely as your Sugar Daddy.
if u don't mind, can you make a fluff fic with a plus size reader with Barou where their both cooking and doing house chores together :) only if ur comfy ofc
Hello dear anon! No, ofc that doesn’t make me uncomfortable in the slightest, BUT I don’t see how your stature would influence how he would treat you while cooking/doing chores (or in general, for that matter)?😅 Maybe he’d try to make you eat healthier or smth😭👋🏼 Sooo sorry about that, but that’s the reason I kinda ignored that part-
anyway, I hope you still enjoy!!
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Barou Shouei - cooking/doing chores with you || sfw
Barou Shouei was by no means a man to shy away from putting in effort — be it on the court or anywhere else.
On the contrary, this mighty king right here had his very own way of doing things, and he was certainly not going to let anyone get in the way of just that… neither a peasant, nor his queen.
If anything, he would tell you to sit still, not touch anything and just let him do the cleanup the way he always did, else you might disturb his order. This man had OCD, no doubt about it. So if he told you to not get in his way, he meant it.
In other words: most chores were practically off the table for you - at least when he was around - the best way you were able to help him was by just always cleaning up after yourself the way he taught you to. If you could manage that, you were already making (Maid-)Barou’s life so much easier.
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"Shou, what would you like to eat tonight?" You inquired over the phone, knowing your boyfriend had just finished his training and was about to make his way back to your shared home. You knew he had given it his all again during training - he always did - so you at least wanted to help him unwind and take some of the weight off his shoulders when he got back by at least preparing dinner, since you were well aware that you could never talk him out of cleaning up around the house himself. It gave him a sense of accomplishment, some peace of mind, you just couldn’t argue with him on that.
"Huh? Just order some takeout or something, anything will do, I‘m just hungry. Thanks", the man’s familiar, gravelly voice rumbled through the speaker of your phone, eliciting a sigh from you in response. He was not being a big help in the process of choosing what to have for dinner, but at least now he wasn’t gonna be able to complain about whatever you would pick. You had just (basically) received a free pass from the king.
And you decided to make good use of it by whipping out a recipe you’d found online a while ago and had been planning to give a shot for ages, but never actually got around to it.
But as it was usually the case for first tries… they don’t quite go as planned.
By the time Barou arrived home, you had already turned the kitchen into a complete and utter mess, and if it had been anyone else, he would’ve taken them apart on sight, without a doubt. Since it was you, however, he merely ruptured a blood vessel or two at the sight, taking a deep breath before walking over to you and asking you what the hell you thought you were doing.
You flinched at the sound of his voice, not having heard him get back because of all the kitchen devices around you whirring and buzzing in unison.
"I’m making dinner for us, of course", you reply matter-of-factly, sporting a pout at his negative reaction despite knowing damn well that it was not about your food, but about the fact that his beloved kitchen had been forced into such a sorry state.
Barou’s gaze softened slightly at your proud attitude — of course he was aware you had meant well.
You suddenly felt his muscular arms wrap around you from behind as he leaned in to kiss your cheek with a deep sigh.
It was a sight that seemed almost too absurd to be real, it was outright unexpected from someone of his stature and with his intimidating aura — not that there would ever be any witnesses though, this side of him was undoubtedly reserved for you and you only.
You leaned into his touch with a satisfied grin, knowing how soft your boyfriend was for you. However, you also knew he would use this opportunity to glance over your shoulder in order to examine what exactly you were fabricating and just how bad of a mess you were making of his beloved kitchen.
"It doesn’t smell that bad" was the closest thing to a compliment that you were getting from him, earning him a scolding punch to his forearm, which was still snugly wrapped around your waist. He only hissed in response, letting go of you with a scoff. He proceeded to saunter through the kitchen and awkwardly lean against the counter — not before checking whether the space he would be touching was clean enough though.
"Soo, how long do you still need to finish?"
"Oh wow, never thought I’d ever hear that from you in the kitchen", you teased with an amused smile, glancing over at him just to see his expression after your little joke. As expected, he tried his best to ignore it, yet you could see him close his eyes and pinch his nose bridge for a moment in order to collect himself.
You turned your attention back to the stove, smiling to yourself before speaking up again "I’m almost done here. You can go ahead, take them out." He knew exactly what you were referring to, wasting no time crouching down and hurriedly opening the cabinet under the sink — the sacred place where he stored his cleaning supplies.
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He looked so serious yet so oddly at ease when he was focusing all of his attention on cleaning up the mess you had caused and even went beyond that, following his preset cleaning routine throughout the whole kitchen. He was so focused on his task that he didn’t even notice you had finished cooking by now and already started setting the table for the two of you. Once you were done, you sat down and just observed him for a minute or two, fawning over your bulky version of a housewife. Smiling fondly, you thought to yourself how despite all of his antics, you had definitely struck gold with Barou Shouei as your boyfriend.
You knew all of his cleaning routines in and out, what products he used where and how long he usually took for each step, and you knew just as well that it was never any use rushing him, so you just sat there for a bit and let him do his thing.
Others might not be able to see any difference at all, but the way he was scowling and furrowing his brows right now looked almost adorable to you — in your eyes, it was entirely different from his scowl when he was mad or annoyed. You simply couldn’t help yourself as you walked up to him when he was almost done, nearly startling him as you suddenly stepped right in front of him and squished his cheeks together with one hand, an amused smirk tugging on your lips as you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on his.
"Hah?!" Barou was taken by surprise by your random display of affection and scoffed in annoyance, yet he could not help the redness now flushing his cheeks.
"Oh my, don’t tell me… I just managed to fluster the King?" You taunted him with a devious grin, stepping in even closer to him and placing your palms on both sides of his face, making him look at you directly.
"What’s that? Why so cocky all of a sudden, little one?", he inquired with a now smug expression, leaning down until his nose was almost touching yours as he placed his large hands on your hips.
"Maybe because I’m so proud of the amazing dinner I managed to whip up for us", you chuckled, motioning over to the table.
"Tch, not without mutilating my perfectly intact kitchen in the process", he grumbled in response, glaring at you with a frown that would’ve made anyone else crumble under his gaze.
Unfazed, you shrugged and curtly replied "Collateral damage", biting your lip to hold back a laugh, to which he let go of you and turned towards the table as he clicked his tongue, gesturing dismissively.
"Crazy woman."
"You love it, neurotic man. Now sit your grumpy ass down and enjoy your meal."
yoongi is what you would classify as your ‘every day working class’ single father, raising a rambunctious eight year old with an animated imagination. his life is hardly out of the ordinary; he works a full time job he doesn’t hate, he rents a decently sized two-bedroom apartment downtown, he has his own car and he gets to spend every night with his daughter. but when nara decides to share a little white lie with the film industry’s most beloved new actress... yoongi’s quiet life goes completely off script.
pairing: single dad!yoongi x actress!f reader
rating: 18+
words: currently 6.1k
genre(s): romance, comedy, fluff, angst, smut
au(s): strangers to lovers, single dad, single parent, movie industry, famous heroine, hidden identity
warnings: to be added in each part
author’s note: so i’m a little nervous but mostly very excited to start this series! it will be my first published fic and i’m really looking forward to sharing yoongi’s story. this one is definitely for those who love watching romantic comedies and reading contemporary romance novels ᥫ᭡ [div cr]
HAH YOU THINK THATS BAD? YOU SHOULD SEE SUKUNA AND TOJI FANS THEY SCARE ME. HONESTLY, Eren, Dabi, balugou, mahito, hisoka, shiggy, sukuna, chrollo, dio, light, kisaki/overhual simps r the main problem (aka im the problem)
