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title: remedy (elixir filler/bonus scene) pairings:ย mafia hoseok, yandere!hoseok x f!reader genre:ย dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s beta read: lovely @chaoticpuff17
summary: Desperate for air, you bargain for his brownstone, believing a smaller cage might be easier to survive, while Hoseok hears only one thing: you want a world where no one else can reach you but him.ย
warnings: MDNI! 18+ / obsessive/possessive love, controlling behaviour disguised as care, emotional manipulation, toxic devotion, power imbalance, early pregnancy symptoms, morning sickness/vomiting, references to past alcohol abuse and medication changes, reproductive coercion implied, birth control tampering mentioned, transactional intimacy, explicit sexual content, rough sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, doggy style, creampie, possessive pillowtalk, breeding/claiming undertones, etc.
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It wakes you before the light does. Not a very pleasant feeling. A feeling you havenโt felt for a long while. At least since you put out everything Yoongi said you should. You lost some weight in the process, and the puffiness you sported is long gone. Only bones remain.ย
Hoseok hates it. He doesnโt say it outright, but you see itโin the way his eyes linger a second too long, in the way his hand always finds your waist now, like heโs measuring whatโs missing.
Heโs forcing you to eat more regularly now. To heal your body. The truth is, this might be the healthiest youโve ever been, but it isnโt so long since you stopped drinking. It terrifies you beyond repair. The thought alone makes something twist low in your stomach.
And thatโs when it hits again.
Harder this time.
A sharp, rolling nausea that pulls you fully out of bed before you can even process it. Your breath hitches as your hand flies to your mouth, the sensation rising too fast, too sudden to ignore.
โNoโโ
You barely make it to your feet.
The room spins slightly as you rush out, your bare feet hitting the cold floor, each step uneven as your body betrays you. Your stomach clenches again, violently, and you grab the wall for support.
The bathroom door slams open, and you drop to your knees just in time.
It comes up in harsh waves, your body folding in on itself as you grip the edge of the toilet, knuckles whitening. Your throat burns, your eyes sting, and the force of it leaves you breathless between each heave.
Itโs not like before.
Not like the mornings after drinking.
Your stomach continues to twist even when thereโs nothing left, your body still trying to expel something that isnโt there. A broken rhythm of breath and tension leaves you trembling, your forehead nearly resting against the cool porcelain.
โโฆwhat the fuckโฆโ Your voice is barely there. How Larkie went through morningโs nausea without complaining is just a mystery to you.
โYou fucking did this to me.โ You mutter, absolutely displeased with emptying your guts to the toilet before seven am. You know heโs been standing in the doorway of the bathroom. After so many years, you just learned how to sense him when heโs near.ย
โYou seemed to like it when I was hitting it from behind.โ
๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ฒ is now available on patreon for fairies club subscribers or single purchase.
until we meet again my fairies, love, p.
