#happy birthday darling pat!!!

[heybaetae]

maknae line + gestures of love 🫰🏼💋🫶🏼🌹🤟🏼 happy birthday @jkvjimin! ♡

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

you're my light, you're my light no matter how far apart we might be it will always reach me for @jkvjimin ♡︎ insp. x, x, x; template: seaoftr; trans. doolsetbangtan, bangtansubs

[yujisdreamgirl]

husband!nanami who is also the father of your 2 children. dated for 6 years and married for 3–you couldn’t ask for anything more.

husband!nanami who is visibly confused during a conversation he had with his colleagues.

nanami usually avoids the break room whilst it was crowded. unfortunately, on a rare day that he’s forgotten to pick up his coffee from his favourite café, he had to walk into a break room full of a bunch of his coworkers talking about their children’s birthdays. they immediately turn to nanami who was standing in the corner and involved him in the conversation.

“it’s my daughter’s birthday soon. yeah i’m probably getting her one of those dolls and shit—she’s turning 5.” the suited up man takes a sip out of his coffee.

nanami nods apprehensively, wishing to leave the room already. “that’s nice. what are you getting for your wife?” he asks.

“what?” all four of his coworkers turned to look at him, and suddenly it felt like an episode of The Voice.

“…don’t you get your wife a gift when it’s your children’s birthdays??” the only time nanami is ever confused is when he does crossword puzzles. this.. is a whole different level.

his coworkers laugh at the absurd statement, some scoff and one pats nanami on the back.

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nanami drives back home from work but he was more quiet than usual. he would typically turn the radio on and tap his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. the car however was dead silent.

“who doesn’t give their wife a gift..? tch.”

“do these young men even love their wives anymore? eugh.”

“y/n always seems really happy when i give her gifts on the girls’ birthday.. i can’t imagine not giving her any.”

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he arrives home and parks in the garage, sighing and cracking his back before bursting through the door.

“i’m h—” before he could finish his sentence, his 3-year-old twin girls came running to hug him.

“daddy! daddy! you’re home!” they giggle and cling onto his legs as nanami leans over to place his hand on your back and kiss your lips. “hello my darlings,” he smiles.

“you’re home early.”

“just missed my girls a lot.”

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it’s 11pm. the kids are asleep and you’ve done your skincare, the night lamp on as you lay in bed with your husband.

as you snuggle under the sheets, you suddenly feel big arms snake around your torso. you giggle and pull them closer to you before deciding to turn around and face the man beside you. you lay your head on his chest and he immediately caresses your back.

“my love?” nanami speaks up.

“yeeeees?” you sing. he holds you tighter now, before uttering: “you know how i give you a gift for the girls’ birthday?”

you smile softly at the memory—how could you forget? every birthday for three years, he always manages to surprise you with a gift. he treasures the day dearly. it’s your daughters’ birthday but it’s your birth-day.

“i just found out that not every father does that. at least.. my coworkers don’t.” you look up at him now, seeing his scrunched eyebrows and solemn pout—you can already tell it bothers him. “it’s absurd, isn’t it? what do you think?”

you hum, your eyes never leaving his expression. “to be honest, i’ve never witnessed someone do what you do. it’s not exactly common practice,”

nanami sighs, “i guess you’re right. i just love you so much, you know? i’ll keep showing my appreciation on the day that means a lot to me, to us. it’s the day we became a family and i.. i want to make sure you know how important you are, too.” his voice is soft, as though he's been carrying this thought for a while. you blink, the weight of his words settling in your chest. he doesn't say it often, but when he does, it’s clear he means every syllable.

a small laugh escapes you, touched by his sincerity. “i know, baby. and i’m thankful for it, for you.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, his arms tightening around you as if he’s trying to hold on to the moment. “me too, darling. more than you’ll ever know.”

͙͘͡★ dividers by @bernardsbendystraws & @cafekitsune 👔

[seokmn]

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ₊˚⊹ ࿔

pairing: seokmin x fem!reader wc: 1.4k words warnings: none lua's note: in brazil, the birthday person gives the first slice of cake to a special person to them

"sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of times"

It was your son’s birthday, also known as Seokmin’s happiest and most depressing day of the year.

You and Seokmin woke up early to make the most amazing breakfast for the little boy with all the foods he absolutely loves.

“Honey, are you already crying?” You dropped the bowl and got closer to your husband, hugging him from behind and tilting your head to take a look at the tears threatening to flow down his cheeks. “No, it’s the onion, darling. I’m okay.”

“Oh, Seokmin,” you pouted and held back a smile. “You’re cutting bananas and strawberries.”

He let out a little laugh, feeling a bit ridiculous of how bad and stupid his lie was. “You know I get a little bit emotional on this day.”

“I know, I know,” you pecked his cheek before stepping back and paying attention to the bowl once again. “It’s cute, did you know that?”

“I just hate accepting that he’s growing up. Soon enough he won’t need my help anymore, I’ll be a useless dad for him.”

“That’s so not true, he will always see you as his precious father that would do anything to see him happy.”

Seokmin sighed and wiped his tears with the back of his hand before just focusing on his task of cutting the fruits.

Once the breakfast table was set, you went to your son’s bedroom and started singing the happy birthday song in a low tone to not scare him. The sight of your now 5 years old boy smiling even before opening his little eyes made your heart melt and even tear up a little bit.

“It’s my birthday…!” He said while sitting up in bed and looking at his parents with shiny eyes and a huge grin

“Yes it is, my big boy,” Seokmin hugged him as if the boy would fade away if he let go of him. “Happy birthday, buddy.”

“Are you hungry, sweetie? Mommy and daddy made breakfast for you,” your voice was softer than usual as you took in the sight of the boys of your life hugging each other with so much love in their hearts.

Your son’s eyes lit up as he looked up at you and broke the hug, leaving the bed in a matter of milliseconds and rushing to the breakfast table, letting out a loud woah when he saw the table full of his favorite foods.

“I won’t make it until the end of the day.”

“Get it together, my love,” you patted Seokmin’s back. “Get it together.”

He took a deep breath, took your hand in his and followed his son.

[…]

His birthday party was amazing to him, it was a baseball themed birthday party. A passion he shared with his dad that you have always found it so cute.

He spent the entire day playing with his friends while you and Seokmin talked to your friends and the kids’ parents. You couldn’t even count the amount of times someone talked to Seokmin, but he didn’t listen because he was watching his son from afar, watching him having fun with his friends and not with his dad. It hurt him, but it also comforted him somehow.

Ever since you gave birth to your son, Seokmin never left his side. He grew up very attached to Seokmin, which was fine, since he never failed to let you know he loves you as much as he loves Seokmin.

Your husband wants to see the kid grow up well and loved, to become a respectful man in every aspect, but it also hurts him to see his little baby growing up so fast right in front of his eyes. It makes him feel like he’s losing him little by little.

“Hey,” you spoke up softly, rubbing Seokmin’s thigh to gain his attention. Once he looked at you, you smiled. “Go ask him and his friends to come over, it’s time for the cake.”

“Sure, my love,” he took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his before kissing the back of your hand and letting it go. “I’ll be right back.”

You stood up and started to place the candles on the cake. The guests were starting to gather around the table while waiting for the birthday boy to arrive so they could start singing the traditional birthday song.

You looked to the side and saw the kids running and Seokmin giving your son a piggyback ride towards the table.

Everyone sang along while you and your family stood on the other side of the table, Seokmin holding the boy close to the cake. “Okay, buddy. Make a wish and blow out the candles!”

The little boy shut his eyes for a moment and blew out the candles, clapping along with the guests right after. You took a slice of the cake, placed it on a plate and gave it to him. “Who is going to receive the first piece of cake, sweetie?”

“Hmmm, mommy and daddy! Because I love you and I love being your son!”

Seokmin, who was holding back his tears since the boy blew out the candles, couldn’t fight back anymore and started to cry. Some of the guests chuckled at the heartwarming sight as you took the plate to free your son’s hands and let him wrap his arms around his dad’s neck and tell him to not cry.

You fed your sobbing husband a piece of the cake and laughed when you heard him humming. “The cake is delicious,” another sob left from his mouth. “I love you so much, my little boy.” Seokmin hugged him tighter before looking at you and bringing you closer, hugging you as well.

[…]

“Good night, sweetie. Mommy promises you that you’ll open all of your gifts tomorrow morning after breakfast, okay? Sweet dreams.” You placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Okay, mommy. Good night! And tell daddy to stop crying so much, I don’t like seeing him crying. He always cries a lot on my birthday.”

“He only cried that much today because he loves you so much that his love overflowed and it came out as tears, but I’ll tell him to stop crying so much, if that’s what you want.”

He immediately shook his head, a pout forming in his lips. “If he cries because he loves me, then if you tell him to stop crying he will stop loving me… I want daddy to love him forever.”

You chuckled, finding his thought so endearing. “He will never stop loving you, silly, just like I will never stop loving you. Pinky promise.”

“I will never stop loving you and daddy too, mommy!”

You kissed his forehead once again and smiled. “Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise!”

You patted his head and left his bedroom after turning off the lights. You walked towards the living room, knowing that Seokmin would be waiting for you on the couch, probably with the remote on his lap.

“Is it time?” You sat down beside him, linking your arms around his and resting your head on his shoulders.

“I was just waiting for you, can I press play?”

“Yes.”

Seokmin pressed the play button on the remote and a video of your son starting playing on the TV. Every year Seokmin would make a compilation video about your little boy with videos and pictures of him followed by the song Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA. He knew that that song was about a mom and his daughter, but everytime he listened to it, he would cry thinking about the boy.

The video started with your son as a little baby and ended with the last video he recorded of the little boy being 4 years old. And you know that next year will be the same thing, but it’ll end with the last video Seokmin recorded of him being 5 years old.

“He’s growing up so fast,” Seokmin said between his sobs after the video ended. “Why can’t he be 3 forever?”

You kept your head on his shoulder and started to caress his hand while tears streamed down your face. The video held so many emotions, it felt like it was yesterday that you gave birth to your son, but it’s been five years.

“But he will always be our little boy in our eyes, no matter what.”

“You’re right, love,” Seokmin hugged you and kept crying with his face hidden in the crook of your neck. “He will always be our little boy.”

[eepy-cookies]

A relaxing yet quiet Birthday

Characters: Shadow Milk Cookie / Sage of Truth x Reader Genre: Fluff Summary: Today was your birthday, and yet someone does remember your own birthday. Disclaimer: This is made for fun so be aware of ooc!

Birthday is a just a normal day, is what a cookie would normally thought, and yet you knew it was just a normal day- except you the cookie witch proposed a a festival in your kingdom this month to attract many cookies to celebrate the Bloom Festival even if the year is not good.

As the project president you made sure that every cookie was behaving well and on board to make sure that the festivity was going well. And thankfully they all did, including the beast cookies.

Burning Spice Cookie would refuse, but putting him as a patroller in case thieves and bandits likes to appear he is on the job. Plus rewarding him with good food would also make him cooperate well after all he was a huge help.

Mystic Flour Cookie would do nothing in apathy, but she too was curious about the unique festival you made, she also made her own botanical garden area and it has become an attraction to cookies who needed a good quiet corner as log she puts on "please remain silent and relax" and it worked on introverted cookies who likes to be quiet.

Shadow Milk Cookie on the other hand was about to do a theater but you need to make sure that he doesn't cause deceit when performing since he and the rest of the beast cookies are untrusted to some cookies in the kingdom. Heck even Candy Apple and Black Sapphire Cookie are behaving well as his minion assistance, but they also do want to enjoy the festival too. Pure Vanilla insisted on him making a theater to perform perfectly well as long you were watching him much to his dismay.

Over all the end of the festival was today and you can finally get all the cookies to relax after the festival, plus they were all paid well since every cookie was relaxing well and even if there was a bit of chaos but its mainly on the thieves and bandits there is no worse case scenarios and even if there is, a presence of the higher up cookies can handle them plus for even safety measures you cast a spell on the cookies on your kingdom for an extra surveillance to ensure employee safety incase something happen, you had no idea how much it saved them from hardships.

And now here you are, walking around as every cookie you see greeted you and thank you for your hard work. Heck you even saw Burning Spice Cookie was enjoying his meal and laugh and gave you a pat on the back and Mistic Flour joining him for a meal and smiled at you, she looked relaxed. They told you that the festival was supposed to be boring but thanks to the unique attractions you propose they got the role they desired.

You are glad that they are doing well and they got a good amount of rest needed and plus the customer cookies were enjoying themselves buying souvenirs and following the rules safely things were going well for you.

And yet you cannot rest.

You walk up to where the theater where Shadow Milk Cookie is, and right on time Candy Apple Cookie being ordered by Shadow Milk Cookie put you to the reserved front seat as they all begin. And you do admit the theater was enjoyable and there was some good laughs here and there, thus the performance was a success and thus made once announcement.

"And a FINALE thank you to (Y/N) Cookie for creating this AMAZING festival and a HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you (Y/n) Cookie!"

"?!"

Your face went red as the crowd goes wild and started saying Happy Birthday to you as Black Sapphire Cookie was recording this moment for the laughs.

...

..

.

"Shadow Milk Cookie! I can't believe you did this to me, I thought I kept my birthday a secret!"

"Ppfftt! Oh COME ON now darling, Not everyone knows that today is your birthday~ After all I know the perfect details about you!"

"Oii..."

You stared at him confused for a moment but when he noted 'not everyone' the instant you knew...

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[You remember a good memory, a proposal to create the best festival to all cookies as soon as possible for a week. Not all cookies where on board and feel anxious but Sage of Truth found potential in your proposal and decided to accept this festival proposal.

Because of this you and Sage of Truth are good friends ever since, it allow him to gain the experience of more knowledge and plus and a creation to create festivals for the cookies to have a newer better purpose something so enjoyable yet healing.

Sage of Truth was genuinely looking forward on your festival project and thus help you plan, create problems and solutions in advance in case something happened, and finally looking at cookies who hides the good talents to create something for the festival.

But he soon notice that he was able to get closer to you in the process.

You even gave him a mini doll as a souvenir and as thanks for his participation, and he kept it securely close to him under his hat at all times.

Even if he was sealed in the tree, he was able to get the doll you gave him close to his chest.]

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And when the sunset is happening and the night market has begin along with the singers getting ready to perform for the fans who are also enjoying the festival.

This has been more livelier for every festival you made and because of this you were content with your project living on and even now.

"Say, Shadow Milk Cookie..."

He looked at you with a curious smile, "Shall we walk together in the stalls, just the two of us?" You ask with a smile and yet his eyes were widened and blush with glee happy to hear that you still want to hang out with him.

"Of course my darling~"

With that you two hold hands just like in the past, it doesn't matter whether or not Shadow Milk has become. To you he is still the same cookie that you love no matter what.

After walking around trying the food, drinks, and mini games, the two of you were gazing at the botanical garden booth watching the night sky that was now showing fireworks. The two of you staring and admiring the night sky in fireworks as every cookie was enjoying the rest of the festival before the closing.

And before the clock reaches 12 am, you looked at Shadow Milk Cookie and leaned closer to him, he noticed what you are doing and yet was blushing from the kiss on the lips. His eyes were wide and he was shaking and yet he decided to pull you to a hug.

He doesn't want to break the silence and yet, he went closer to your ear.

"My, you really are bold tonight~ My darling~"

You can't see his face, but his hair eyes showing hearts can tell you one thing. After this, you know what happens next.

[velvetydream]

꒰ : 🌸 [ Second Times - 산 ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

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Summary: Eunhee was by now over three years old and a little darling, so how would San react to a little suprise? Pairing : Dad! San x Mom! Fem! Pregnant! Reader Word count : 3.4K Words Genre/Warning : Fluff, Angst if you squint - Reader is a bit nervous of Sans reaction, but Ateez helps her a/n : Decided to write this as a little warm up right now to continue Barista! Yunho and the Pirate Story!💜

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Clutching the small pen-like test in your hand, the two lines smiling brightly back at you. It's just been over a month since Eunhees third birthday and here you're sitting on the edge of the tube, holding the test in your hands. Tears rimmed your eyes. Were they from sadness? Not really, maybe a tinge of anxiety of Sans's reaction to a second pregnancy, but they were more like tears of happiness. San never mentioned any aversion to a second child, so you were happy about this.

Your hand softly rubbing over your stomach now, it's probably barely been a few weeks, but knowing you're carrying a child of San yet again, makes you feel nothing but warmth and happiness. Taking the test, you quickly rush into the bedroom, hiding the test somewhere in your things, so well that San nor Eunhee would ever find it, before joining your two favorite people in the living room again. San was lying on the floor, legs straight up into the air as he balanced Eunhee on his feet playing airplane. Her little giggles sound through the whole room and make you smile before she looks up and screeches upon seeing you. "Mommy!" Being let down carefully, she quickly runs over to you, hugging your legs tightly as she grins up to you.

"Having fun?" You ruffle her dark hair softly, bending down to pick her up and hold her on your hip, she has grown a lot recently. "Yeah! Daddy said we'll visit the uncles this weekend for dinner!" Her tiny arms are around your neck now to hold on for support as she tells you smiling. "Oh really? Then we'll have to make you look extra pretty hm? Want all of them swoon over how cute you are!" Softly poking her tummy now as she lets out giggles while kicking her feet now. Setting her down now she rushes over to San again who is sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching the endearing moment now.

"Are you two fine? I wanted to go out for a bit and get some chores done." Walking over to them, you crouch down placing a soft kiss on both of their cheeks. "Daddy got it all handled no worries!" San told you, he really was an amazing dad, he loved his little girl so much. After saying goodbye to them, you grab your purse and leave the apartment smiling with a plan.

The first stop is the printer shop, which takes on orders for personalized clothes. Entering you take a quick look around, before spotting the old man working there. "Good day!" You greet him, making him notice you and greet you back. "I need seven Shirts for man and one for a toddler, the big ones should have something along the lines of 'We'll be uncles again soon' and the little one 'I'll be a big sister soon'" You explain to the man, his eyes light up upon hearing your instructions, congratulating you. He said it would be done in around three days which was perfect timing, just done before the dinner with everyone.

Leaving the shop with a thank you, you make your way to the grocery store to cover up that your chores at hand were to get a few items there in case San asked you what you did.

Coming back home your eyes immediately catch San lying on the couch sleeping, with Eunhee on his chest also fast asleep. Putting the groceries you got away, before walking over to your little family, watching them for a few seconds. It was exciting how soon you'd be a little family of four.. five. Looking down at the cat moving around your feet now, slowly patting Byeols head. Scoping Eunhee up into your arms now, you softly wake up San. "Baby, let's go to bed, you got a schedule and need to sleep in a proper bed." After making sure San would go to bed, you bring Eunhee to her room. She just recently got it done, everyone of Ateez helped along, some put together the furniture, and others painted the walls. It was adorable how dear your little daughter was to everyone.

Laying her down now, you put the blanket over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Turning on her bed light now, before leaving the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Walking into your shared bedroom now, San was lying on his side waiting for you, typing away on his phone mindlessly. "She's sound asleep, I still left the door a bit open in case she has a nightmare again. I'm a bit worried she's been having them more often lately." You talk to him while getting changed, before laying down beside him, resting your head on his chest. "Don't worry it's normal, her brain is starting to understand and notice more things, it's normal for her to process more in her dreams and therefore get a few more nightmares, it'll settle down again baby." His hand was running through your hair mindlessly now, pressing a kiss to your temple, before closing his eyes, ready to fall asleep.

The next few days went by quickly, Eunhee though was getting a bit more restless, even sleeping in your and Sans's bed the last two nights. Waking up this Friday now you look down at her, noticing how there is a sheen layer of sweat on her forehead and her cheeks are pink. Laying your hand on her forehead now, she was burning up, oh my poor baby you thought. Getting up quietly, San was already gone for work. You quickly get a pair of new clothes, before making her a quick breakfast so she can take some fever medicine, taking along a bottle of water for her. Just as you were picking everything up, your poor baby started crying and calling for you. Rushing into the room, you place everything on the nightstand now before scoping her up in your arms, softly swaying her side to side a bit as her tiny body clutches herself to you.

"It's okay baby, mommy is here, mommy just got you some things that will make you feel better again soon.." Whispering soft words as her cries didn't seem to stop. Probably from feeling unwell and waking up alone. You wish San was here right now, speaking of the devil as your phone starts ringing, picking up and hold it to your ear. "Hello baby.." You greet him, still hushing your daughter as she slowly starts to calm down. "Is Eunhee crying? Is everything okay? Should I come home?" Worry seeped from his voice upon hearing his little princess cry so harshly. "No don't, I got this. She's running a little fever so I don't think she'll be able to come along tomorrow, I'll give her some medicine now and then rest with her." You explain to them, hearing Wooyoung cooe sadly in the background, you were probably on speaker right now. "Okay, if you need anything or need me to come home call me, I'll make it work!" He assures you before ending the call, Eunhees cries quieted down now.

"Let's get something in your tummy so you can take your medicine hm?" You helped her sit on the bed, before helping her eat, but she still insisted that she could eat alone. Giving the medicine to her now, you were glad she never put up a fight when it came to this, before handing her, her water bottle. "You'll feel better soon baby, just rest, do you want something from your room?" Patting her head softly she shakes her head and only points to the TV in your room. Turning it on, she immediately points to one of the new Wanteez episodes that recently came out making you smile turning it on for her. Byeol has settled down on her lap by now, as Eunhee munches on the fruits you brought her.

"Mommy will be in the kitchen yeah? I'll make some soup for you for later." She simply nods, too engrossed in the show watching her dad and uncles be silly. Standing up now, you get changed into some home attire before moving to the kitchen, writing one of your close friends to please pick up your order from the shop, as you won't be able to do it today with Eunhee having a fever. Getting started on the soup now, before moving on the cleaning a bit, checking up on Eunhee every now and then, she at some point falling asleep cuddling Byeol, before waking up again hungry and then continuing to watch the show.

At some point at noon, your friend brought your order, asking what it was as the old man didn't tell her, telling her she'd know soon and that it was a secret for now, before handing her a little thank you for helping you out. Hiding the bag now as San would soon be home and you didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

"Welcome home darling!" You shout from the bedroom, sitting beside Eunhee now as you two watch a Barbie movie, her eyes immediately moving to the opening door. "Daddy! You're home!" Moving to get up, she stumbles a bit before running up to her dad who picks her up, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "How is my baby doing hm? Feeling better?" She nodded, even though she was still feeling unwell, the fever down a little bit due to the medicine. "How about you and Daddy spend an amazing day tomorrow hm? I'll get those amazing little cakes for you from across the street." Sitting down with her on his lap, he leans against the headboard, the movie long forgotten as she nods. "Don't you wanna go to the dinner tomorrow?" Your eyes but his now as he shakes his head. "You took care of her the whole day, the first day is always the worst for a fever, I'll take over tomorrow and you go to the dinner, the boys will still be happy to see you," San explains making you nod and agree, this was actually perfect, that way you could give the boys their little presents first before planning to tell San.

So the next day came, you got ready for the dinner, before grabbing your purse and the bag with the shirts, saying goodbye to them before leaving for the restaurant.

"Y/N! We're here!" You hear Wooyoungs voice call out to you from one of the private rooms in the back, making you smile as you join them. "Hello everyone!" You greet the seven men, making them smile at you as you take a seat beside Jongho and Wooyoung. "How is Eunhee doing? San mentioned she had a fever? Poor thing.." Seonghwa asks you making you nod, telling them she was doing a bit better right now and how she was probably enjoying those little cakes right now San got them while you were still at home so Eunhee wouldn't be left unsupervised.

"So actually I'm rather glad San stayed at home today, that way I can give you guys this." Standing up now, you place the bag on the table before handing out the neatly wrapped shirts. Mingi and Yunho first as they had the biggest size, before continuing, instructing them to wait with opening till everyone had theirs. "Okay! I hope you guys will like this.. You can open now." Some were neatly opening the package like Seonghwa, while others ripped them open like Mingi and Wooyoung. Watching each boy look at the writing on the shirt now, mostly with big eyes, before Wooyoung springs up. "I'LL BE AN UNCLE AGAIN?!" His eyes were full of tears as he looked at you, nodding softly before being pulled into a tight hug. "Congrats dear, if you need any help from us tell us." Seonghwa was the next to speak up, hugging you tightly. Before Mingi approached you, being visibly excited about the news, softly jumping a little bit before hugging you tightly and even lifting you up slightly, making Jongho scream at him to be careful with you two. This made tears prick your eyes. "Jongho.." You softly whimper, laying your arms around the man, who seems to be unsure if he wants to accept but has no real choice, in the end, he places his arms around you carefully. Everyone else told you their congratulations and hugged you.

"So the plan is, I'd like all of you to wear these next Monday, I'll come around with Eunhee, she has her own shirt, before San arrives and that's how I want him to find out!" Everyone cheers now, liking the idea, looking over to Hongjoong now for his approval. "I like that idea, let's do it." He nods now, you were glad he was so supportive. The first time he was rather unsure of the pregnancy, of how the fans and society would react, but the moment he held Eunhee for the first time it was all over, he was absolutely smitten for the little girl like everyone else of them was.

"Do you hope for a boy or girl?" Yunho speaks up now looking over at you. "Honestly I don't care, I'd love him or her unconditionally either way." You smile softly, your hand rubbing over your still flat tummy, knowing fully well it will be bigger in a few months. The boys nod as they agreed, before the orders finally arrived, enjoying a nice meal with them, laughing and joking around.

It was a nice evening, the boys were talking a lot about how excited they were for the new baby, arguing over who would be the baby's favorite, as Eunhee's favorite uncles were by far Mingi and Yunho since her birth.

The evening soon ended, and they promised to keep quiet till the big reveal as you packed everything together and made your way home, hoping San was fine and that Eunhee was doing a bit better slowly. At home you peek inside the apartment, noticing the TV playing as you take your shoes off and make your way into the living room. "Baby, did daddy fall asleep?" You giggle quietly upon seeing Eunhee sit beside San and watch another Wanteez episode, Sans's arm around her as he was sleeping tightly. The little princess looks up as she hears your voice and nods to your question, as you crouch down in front of her. She probably wasn't tired yet from napping through the whole day, softly feeling her forehead now and sighing relieved feeling her fever down finally.

"Let's get you to bed hm? Did you have fun with Daddy today?" You pick her up, San waking up from the movement, blinking softly as he sits up and watches you carry Eunhee to her room, he luckily had changed her into her sleepwear already in case she was to fall asleep while watching the show. "Mhm.. Daddy showed me the new episode with the uncles.." Getting sleepy slowly, Eunhee rests her head on your shoulder as her arms hang loosely around your neck. "Oh wow, that must have been so exciting, we can watch more of that tomorrow. Let's sleep for now baby." Pressing a kiss to her forehead now as you enter her room, sitting down on her bed and laying her down, before pulling the blanket over her.

Leaving her room after taking one last look at her and joining San in the bedroom, watching him fight to stay awake waiting for you. "Sannie sleep if you're tired." Shaking his head, he mumbles a little tiredly watching you change out of your clothes and into one of his shirts to sleep, before laying down beside him. Opening your arms, he immediately scoots over, his arms wrapping around your waist as his head comes to rest on your chest, softly running your hands through his locks. He had recently dyed them red again, it suited him well.

Sunday went by rather quickly, Eunhee was better again, playing around with San and Byeol, helping you cook, and watching another Ateez show again.

So Monday came around, you got up quite early and got ready, making sure you packed Eunhees shirt and the pregnancy test, San looking at you confused still half asleep as you finished getting ready. "I'll visit Lotte World with Eunhee today, I promised her." Pressing a soft kiss to your husband's temple as he nods, a little bit sad he can't join due to work before you leave the room getting Eunhee ready now.

"Where are we going?" Eunhee looked at you curiously, her tiny arms holding onto your neck, her tiny legs kicking a little bit as you walked along the sidewalk in the direction of KQ. "We'll visit the uncles and prepare a little surprise for Daddy." Her eyes light up upon hearing that there will be a surprise for her daddy.. or because she'll see her uncles. Entering the elevator you press the floor of the practice room and let Eunhee stand on her own now, taking her hand as you lead her to the dance practice room. "Yuyu!!" Eunhees high voice screeches upon seeing the tall man, everyone turning to the two of you as Eunhee runs up to Yunho who immediately picks her up. "Hello little princess!" Yunho beams at her, he was always so sweet to her, often being the one to offer to watch her for a weekend or evening when you and San wanted to spend some romantic time.

"Eunhee darling come here for a second." Yunho sets her down again as you sit down on the floor, softly taking her hands when she reaches you. "What do you think about being a big sister hm? Would you like that?" She thinks for a second, looking at you nodding slowly. "If I stay Uncle Yuyu and Uncle Min's favorite!" She answers, making everyone laugh and Mingi cooe at her answer. "You'll always stay my favorite baby!" Mingi calls over, making you smile. "But yes.. I'd like to be a big sister!" She beams at you, making tears rim your eyes as you pull her into a hug, she has grown so much. "You'll soon be a big sis baby." You tell her, making her giggle and smile. Soon she was wearing her personalized shirt along with all of her uncles, Yunho holding the little girl in his arms right now.

"Okay, San should be here soon! I'll wait for him outside and then bring him inside!" Rushing outside the room, you close the door, looking around for your husband. After around ten minutes he finally arrived, looking at you confused. "Darling? I thought you and Eunhee were at Lotte? Where is she? Is she okay?" He looks around for his little princess worried now. "She is with the boys right now, you have to put this on though!" Holding up the blindfold now, he grows even more confused but lets you put it over his eyes. "I'm a bit scared, but I'll trust you." He tells you, taking your hand softly as you lead him into the room.

Taking one last deep breath, before taking off Sans's blindfold. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to get used to the lights, as he now looks at his fellow members and little princess, at first not noticing the shirts, but after ready them a few times his eyes grow wide as he now looks over to you, who was now holding the positive pregnancy test. "This isn't a joke, right? Are we getting another child? You're pregnant again?" His bag lying on the floor now as he looks at you with tears in his eyes and a big smile on his lips. "Yes, I wanted to surprise you." Your own tears in your eyes now, as San pulls you into a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around laughing. "I'll be a dad again!" He giggles as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. "I love you so much." Laying his forehead onto your forehead, before looking down he sees his little girl tug on his pants softly to be picked up. "Who will be the best big sister?! You will be Eunhee!" He smirks at her as he picks her up onto his hip.

Soon everyone joined the hug, San was beaming all over his face. You were glad that he was this happy and excited and how supportive everyone was. This would be a long 8 months again, but you cannot wait to soon hold the new addition to this already big family.

[mawlaeina]

Childe is a family man.

Of course he loves his current family—so much that he spoils them everytime he comes home to Snezhnaya.

But recently he’s come to a point where he’s thought of making a family of his own. Sadly, he’s been too busy with his work as a harbinger to even find someone he wants to get to know better.

That all changed though when he saw you comforting Teucer at the lake nearby his family cabin.

When he came to the lake, he wasn’t expecting hearing the sad sobs of his younger brother Teucer. Instinctively, he began to run through the snowy terrain and towards where the cries were coming from.

There he saw you, panicking and reassuring Teucer (albeit timidly). Teucer had clung to you, hugging you tightly as he cried his eyes out on your shoulder, and there you were—knelt to the young ginger’s height as you embraced him, softly patting his back to soothe whatever was ailing him.

Something ticked inside Childe’s head, and before he knew it he was walking towards you with a glint of interest in his eyes.

Childe called out to Teucer, and Teucer let go of you to rush over to his older brother. It put a smile on Childe’s face knowing he was still his younger brother’s favorite. You stood up, and both of you introduced each other.

You say that you were new, having just moved into the neighborhood from Liyue. Currently, you began to work as a tutor for the neighborhood kids, adding that you’ve always liked kids and wanted to help and see them grow up. It gave you such a fulfilling experience.

Oh, you had no idea how that statement made Childe’s blood rush to his head… and pants.

He smiled, saying that he also liked kids, his younger brother Teucer in particular. He asks how you managed to meet Teucer since he usually just stays inside playing with the Mr. Cyclops toys that Childe gave him everytime he returned. You reply that you visited his family cabin because his mother invited you over after helping her with some groceries before.

Teucer randomly began to mention how his brother was single—much to his own brother’s surprise. Who taught him that? Childe thought as he awkwardly laughs it off in front of you, though he secretly hoped you’d take interest in such a topic.

Before any of you could even say another thing, Teucer began to go off again, talking to his brother how pretty you were, and how he liked and wanted you to be another one of his big sisters. You were flattered of course and chuckled at the cute ramblings of the kid.

You asked Childe if this was a normal thing, and Childe responded that he doesn’t usually do this. You began to talk to each other, and Teucer seemed to notice how the two of you got a long so well so quickly.

So he asked you the million dollar question.

“Hey, will you marry my big brother Ajax?” He asks abruptly, stunning you and Childe momentarily.

A blush forms on your cheeks as you began to laugh bashfully, scratching your cheeks with a finger, unsure of how to respond to the child without sounding too bad.

“Uhm… Teucer, we just met.” You say to the young boy.

“But you’ll marry him, right?” He seemed so excited at the thought, and Childe was as well, though he decided to laugh it off.

“Teucer, don’t get too excited now. No one’s rushing for me to get married.” Childe tells his younger brother kindly, though Teucer only pouts.

Oh, but the plans that Childe began to have in his head after Teucer mentioned marriage. He definitely saw a possibility that he could spend a future with you.

Maybe give him some time, get to know him. You’ll definitely find yourself spoiled rotten in the future by this handsome Snezhnayan bachelor.

✦ I’m not obsessed with him, I’m not obsessed with him, I’m not-

✦ happy birthday to my dearest darling harbinger and husband

[Good lord I just wanna pamper him with kisses in the face]

[minminyoonjii]

Hello :) my birthday is on Friday and I had been looking for Ot8 x Reader birthday fics but people just don't write em and it's so upsetting 😭😭😭

I was wondering if you could do a story where the boys throw the reader a big birthday party but by the end of it, the party is long forgotten and it just turns into one big horny mess- also I wanna say I really like your work and I've sent in a few requests, I wanted to know if I could be 🦝anon if it's not already taken

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🕯Summary: Birthdays are always a special day. Some celebrate with a wholesome heart, they celebrate with their wholesome head. Not the brain kind.

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Sorry for the belated birthday gift 🦝anon. I finished your request before the series and I thought a good ending piece. I hope you love it💛💛

🌹CW

Birthday Sex|Worship Kink|Edging|Masturbation|Frottage|Grinding|Multiple Orgasms|Voyeurism|Degrading Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Rough Sex|Dom! OT8|Photoshoot|Fishnet Ripping|Possessive|Panty Sniffer|Pussy Slapping|Squirting|Pussy Gape|Pervy! Reader|Instructions|Creampie|Hand Job|Messy Blow Job|Face Fucking|Cock Gagging|Puppy Kink|Throat Bulge|Cunnilingus|Overstimulation|Oral Fixation|Fingering|Daddy Kink|Omorashi|Ghost Face! Lee Minho|Edging|Breeding Kink|69|Cum Eating|Free Use|Teasing|Cum Dump|Very Sensitive Pussy|Sub Space|Deep Penetration|Vibrator|Double Penetration|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 4.9K

"You look stunning in that, darling," Jisung whistled, eyeing you up and down. You gulped, averting eye contact, "I don't know, it's a bit too short isn't it?" You mumbled, tugging down the hem of your skirt. Jisung smiled, "Isn't that the point, baby? You wore this for a reason didn't you?" he said, gesturing you over. You sulked, "I just wanted to look cute," you said, wrapping your arms around your waist. Jisung chuckled, "And you are. Come here," he said, pulling you onto his lap. "Such an adorable little girl. Think you're all grown up, huh?" Jisung whispered, patting your hair. 

You frowned, "Shut up," you grumbled, hiding your face in your hands. Jisung chuckled, "Aww, why should I hm? Pretty little birthday girl like you should get pampered and worshipped, hm?" he said, kissing the back of your neck. You rolled your eyes, "Oh and how are you going to do that?" you asked, hiding your smile. "With a bit of help of course," Jisung said, nosing below your jaw. A shiver ran down your spine, "Ji," you sighed, pressing your thighs together. 

He laughed, kissing your cheek, "Don't get too excited, baby. We still need to attend your birthday party," Jisung said, lifting you off his lap. You jutted your bottom lip, "This is cruel," you grumbled, readjusting your clothes. Jisung smirked, "If you think this is cruel. Just imagine what the boys would do seeing you in that," he said, gesturing to your fit. You bit back a smile, "I don't know what you mean," you said, walking ahead of Jisung. He laughed, "Says the princess who was afraid that it was too short," Jisung teased, wrapping and holding your waist.

You smirked, kissing his cheek, "Guess all I needed was a little reassurance," you said, ruffling his hair. "Anything for the birthday girl," he whispered, licking your ear lobe. You pushed open the door to the living room, panic running through your veins the moment you stepped through it. Some had blank stares, some had their jaws dropped, and some were happy to celebrate. Felix ran up to you, "Sunbeam, you look stunning," he said, kissing your nose. 

You giggled, feeling the tension break, "Thanks, Lix," you whispered, squishing his face. He chuckled, "Come on, let Jinnie take your birthday shots," Felix said, dragging you along. You sat on the spinning stool, "Hyune," you said, pulling Hyunjin in for a hug. "Princess," he chuckled, tightening the hug. You pulled back, "Direct me however you want," you said, not knowing where to put your hands. Hyunjin smiled, "Of course, put your elbows on the table and rest your head on your hands," he instructed, positioning the camera.

You nodded, following each command. Hyunjin smirked, "That's it. You're doing so well," he praised, taking a few more shots. Some with you standing and some with you carefully holding the cake. "Bunny, be careful not to drop it!" Changbin warned, worried about how you tilted it for the shot. You nodded, instantly setting the cake down after Hyunjin said you could. Jeongin rearranged the cake back to its spot, "Hyung, it's cake-cutting time," he said, calling all the members to the table as he stood behind you.

"Here," Felix said, handing you a lighter. That's when you realised there weren't any candles. "What?" you whispered, confused for a second before your eyes lit up. "You didn't," you gasped, looking up at the fond looks looking back at you. "Go ahead," Felix said, gesturing to you to burn the 'Happy Birthday' wafer paper. You felt your cheeks ache from how hard you were smiling, "Wah," you said, watching the paper burn for a single pet name to be written underneath. 

"Really?" you asked, shaking your head at the cheesiness. Bright and bold it wrote 'Little one' in black icing. You looked up at Chan and he only raised his hands in surrender. You giggled at the gesture, "You guys are ridiculous," you said, trying to hide your flustered cheeks. "Ridiculously in love with you," Changbin said, blowing you a kiss. You waved him off, only to be met with loud whines, "Say it back, bunny," he sulked. "I love you too," you mumbled, seeing Jeongin place an actual candle on the cake.

Changbin laughed, "See she loves me," he boasted, crossing his arms to flex his biceps. Jeongin cringed, lighting the candle, "Hyunjinnie hyung, don't forget the video," he said. Hyunjin gave him a thumbs up, "On it," he said, clicking the record. Soon the room was filled with random harmonies as they sang Happy Birthday, with random high notes and runs making you giggle. "Make a wish, kitten," Minho said, rubbing your back. You tilt your head up, surprised that he got behind you, "Okay," you whispered, making your wish.

You blew the candle, and the boys cheered, "Baksu!" Changbin exclaimed, clapping his hands. Seungmin whined, "We're going to get a noise complaint, hyung," he teased, covering his ears. You laughed, shakily holding the knife in your hand. Minho swiftly took it from you, "Let's not make this birthday party a trip to the ER, hm?" he said, cutting the cake. Your jaw dropped, wanting to retort but you knew it was best. Chan chuckled, hugging you from behind, "Happy birthday, baby girl," he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"Thank you, Channie," you whispered, leaning back into his hold. Chan cooed, having a good look at your outfit from this angle, "Don't you look absolutely delicious, little one?" he asked, seeing your thighs plush out against the stool. You gulped, straightening your posture, "Is it too much?" you mumbled, tilting your neck back to look up at him. Chan shook his head, staring at your bare neck, "No no, it looks perfect for us to play with," he chuckled, stroking your cheek.

A whine escaped your lips, head clouding from his voice. Chan smirked, easily lifting you off the stool, "Spin the wheel, baby girl. You know what to do," he said, handing you the board. Your names were written on it, this decides the order during birthday parties. You took a deep breath and spun the wheel. The boys eyed the spinning names, wondering who it would land on. Chan chuckled, "Lucky me," he said, seeing his name being picked. You gulped, seeing the pure lust pooling in his eyes.

Chan laid you on the couch, "Let's keep the skirt on but the fishnets have to go," he said, ripping the fabric off your legs. You shivered at the sound, breath picking up from the building arousal. He cooed, stroking your bare thighs, "Pretty little girl," he gruffed, digging his finger into your flesh. You whined, arching your back at the sting, "Chan," you pouted, staring at him between your legs. Chan smirked, pressing his tongue against his bottom lip, "What's wrong? Use your words," he teased, tilting his head back.

You bit back a smile, "Want to be filled, please Daddy," you teased back, knowing very well they would give you anything you wanted for your birthday. Chan's eyes widened for a second before he wrapped his hand around your throat, "Oh yeah? The birthday girl wants her cunt to be fucked loose with cum, huh?" he growled, adding pressure to the sides of your neck. You nodded, legs trembling from the pooling desire, "Please," you pleaded, racking your nails over his hand to show your desperation.

Chan clenched his jaw, unbuckling his belt with his free hand, "Don't whine tomorrow, remember that you begged for this, little one," he groaned, tugging down his pants. A mewl slipped past your mouth, you shifted Chan's thumb towards your lips and he instantly knew what you wanted. Chan panted, cock swelling beneath his boxers, "Fuck, you looked so good when you walked in earlier. Had to hold myself back from stripping you down myself, baby girl," he chuckled, lifting your legs on his hips. 

You moaned, clenching around your drenched panties when an audible squelch could be heard. The room went silent, "Fuck," Jisung whined in disbelief. Chan felt his brain short circuit, "Clench again," he commanded, needing to hear that again. Your lips wobbled in embarrassment but you obeyed nevertheless. You whimpered, clenching your sloppy cunt and there it was again. A. Filthy. Squelch. 

"Chris if you don't hurry up. I swear on my name, I'm going to lose it," Felix growled, palming his clothed bulge. "Not on my watch," Chan grunted, wincing when his throbbing cock slapped against his abdomen. You whined at the sight of his precum-dripping cock, "Need you so fucking bad," you sobbed, sexually frustrated with the teasing. Chan slapped your drenched cunt, instantly sending shocks of pleasure up your body, "Lift your hips," he instructed, tugging your panties off and tossing them to Hyunjin. 

"Just what I needed," Hyunjin slurred, wrapping your panties around his pulsing cock. The warmth of your slick against his aching cock sent his mind hazy. Chan easily slipped two fingers in your needy hole, "So ready and wet for us," he said, adding another finger to his thrusts. You babbled, pleasure coating your body in a familiar comfort. Chan slicked his cock with your arousal and slapped your pretty little hooded clit with his dripping cockhead.

You hiccuped whenever the slit of his cockhead would envelop your clit. Chan leaned down, lining his cock with your fluttering cunt, "Happy fucking birthday, baby girl," he growled, pushing in one quick thrust. You whimpered from the stretch, gripping hard around his cock. Chan's knees buckled, groaning against your ear, "Fuck, fuck!" he gruffed, thrusting his hips as he worked your hole open. You ran your hands up your top, cupping your sensitive chest while Chan pumped his cock in and out of your hole.

"Dirty girl," he purred, picking up his pace to fuck your cunt out relentlessly. Whines echoed within the room, spurring the boys on. You looked up at Chan with half-lidded eyes, drool dripping down the sides of your lips as your tears welled up. "Take my cock, baby girl," he groaned, massaging your inner walls. Your body writhed, orgasm teetering on the edge, "Shi-shit, I'm cum-cumming," you stuttered, arching your back. Chan quickened his thrusts, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves, "Look at me as you cum, little one," he instructed, gripping your jaw.

You sobbed, staring directly into Chan's firm gaze when the coil in your abdomen snapped, "Hah, ah, fuck!" you gasped, biting down your bottom lip. Chan jerked his hips with a few more thrusts, "Take it, fuck," he sighed, pumping your cunt with his orgasm. You shuddered at the warmth, a dopey smile etched on your lips. Chan eased his cock out of your hole, "Good girl," he chuckled, stroking your messy cheek. You shuffled yourself up and spun the wheel again.

"Seungmin," you panted, catching your breath. He chuckled, cupping your cheek to give you a deep kiss. "Mmhm," you moaned, licking Seungmin's bottom lip. He smirked and nipped your tongue, "Naughty girl," he whispered, pulling away. "Yours," you said, raising your arms for him to slip off your top. Seungmin sighed, eyeing your body, the light sheen of sweat made his mind spin, "On your knees," he instructed, tugging down his boxers.

Drool pooled your mouth at the sight, Seungmin's slender and pretty cock curved against his happy trail made your cunt clench. "Use your hands, pretty," he said, patting your head. You wrapped your hands around his cock, stroking it languidly. He brushed your hair back, "Such a pretty birthday girl," he hummed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You kissed the tip of his cock, smearing precum all over your lips. Seungmin groaned, "Lick my cock, pretty. Get it drippy," he said, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

You mewled, "Mhmm," you hummed, licking up from the base. "That's it," Seungmin panted, keeping his eyes on you. Drool dripped down your chin as you flicked your tongue against his frenulum. Precum oozed past his slit, "Fuck, pretty," he grunted, tugging your hair. You moaned, swirling your tongue around his cockhead. A sudden slap to the cheek drew a loud whimper from you. "Impatient are we?" he asked, smirking when his plans worked.

"Huh?" you questioned, looking up with a confused gaze. Seungmin cooed, "Did I say you can suck on my cockhead like that?" he asked, loving the way your eyes widened in realisation. Your lips settled in a pout, stirring Seungmin's internal sadism. "Open wide, pup," he instructed, tapping his cock on your lips. You parted them, huffing warm air onto his cockhead. Seungmin smirked, "Don't forget to breathe," he said, sliding his cock down your throat in a single thrust.

You gagged around his cock, tears dripping down your eyes. Seungmin growled, using your hair as leverage to buck his hips. Your whines grow muffled around his cock. The weight of his shaft made your head spin. "Always love how fucking warm your mouth is, puppy," Seungmin gruffed, eyeing the bulge in your throat made by his girth. You moaned, hollowing your cheeks as much as you could. "Yes, yes, fucking hell," he grunted, fucking your tight mouth.

"Mmh," you keened, swallowing around Seungmin's cockhead. You shuddered, staring up at him with the need to milk every last drop of his orgasm. Seungmin felt his knees waver, shocks enveloping his body, "Fuck, fuck, hah!" he growled, holding your face to the base of his cock as he came. You swallowed as much as you could, thrashing slightly when you couldn't breathe. Seungmin noticed and pulled his hips back, easing his cock out of your mouth. 

You huffed out a puff of warm air, cum coating your tongue and lips. Seungmin chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead, "You did so good for me, puppy," he hummed, handing you the wheel to spin again. You gulped, leaning your head against Seungmin's thigh as you watched your breath. You weakly spun the wheel again, "Innie-ah, it's your turn," Seungmin said, reaching for a bottle of water for you to drink. 

Jeongin stroked your hair, "Just lie down, angel," he said, helping you lay back. You pouted, "Innie, kiss," you rasped, making grabby hands towards him. He chuckled, placing a peck on your lips, "Precious," he whispered, pinching your cheek. You whined, glaring through your droopy eyes. Jeongin easily lined up his cock with your cunt, "Are you ready, angel?" he asked, teasing your gaping hole. You nodded, hooking your legs over Jeongin's shoulder, "Please, Jeongin," you pleaded.

"As you wish," he said, sinking his cock to the hilt. You arched your back as the air got knocked out of you. Jeongin gripped the back of your thighs and began thrusting at a frantic pace. You cried at the get-go, ears ringing from the shocks buzzing under your skin. Jeongin didn't hold back, fucking Chan's cum back into your cunt. Babbles spilt past your lips, mind barely comprehending anything else except Jeongin's cock hitting all the right places. 

Changbin groaned, just as surprised about Jeongin's desperate bucks, "Holy shit," he whispered, pressing his thumb between Felix's slit. Felix hissed, "Fuck, they look hot," he grunted, clenching his jaw. Jeongin growled, using his hand to press the subtle bulge under your skin. Your eyes rolled back at the pressure, and a silent scream slacked your jaw. "Fuck you're clenching so fucking tight, angel," he grunted, pounding your sensitive hole. 

You cried out, feeling your orgasm snap without a warning. Jeongin whimpered, buckling against your raised legs as his orgasm broke, "Ah, hah, ah," he gasped, kissing down your ankles to distract himself from the orgasmic clench. You lay there panting, eyes barely focusing on anything. Jeongin mewled, easing his cock from your cunt, "I think she killed my cock," he whined, getting his baring. The boys laughed at his declaration. 

Seungmin held the wheel in front of you, "Go ahead and spin it, pretty," he said, feeding you a bite of cake. You licked your lips and spun the wheel. "Jinnie hyung," he read, looking at Hyunjin. "Let's take a quick break," Hyunjin said, wiping down your body. Seungmin nodded, feeding you a few snacks. You wiggled, pleased by the pampering. Chan wiped your matted hair, "Having fun, little one?" he asked, booping your nose. You nodded, "Yeah," you whispered, scrunching your nose.

He chuckled, "Good," he said, kissing your forehead. Hyunjin rubbed your thighs, "All good for more?" he asked, trailing his hand down to your tummy. You nodded, spreading your legs apart. Hyunjin cooed, making himself comfortable between your thighs, "How could they neglect this pretty little clit?" he pouted, blowing softly against it. Your body twitched, heat building under your skin. Hyunjin smirked, darting his tongue to taste. He moaned, latching his plump lips around your pulsing clit.

You bucked your hips, overwhelmed by the sheer eye contact Hyunjin gave, "Hyune," you whined. Hyunjin chuckled, pulling off your clit to lick your urethra. "Fuck!" you cursed, arching your back off the couch. Hyunjin smirked, flicking his tongue against the sensitive hole. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the familiar pressure Hyunjin was trying to trigger. "Don't be afraid, love," he purred, pressing his face against your quivering cunt. 

You whimpered, gripping Hyunjin's hair as you pissed, "Sorry, sorry, sorry," you sniffled, trembling. Hyunjin pulled away the moment he noticed you let go. He groaned, shivering when your warm piss landed on his crotch, "Fuck, love. You're perfect," he purred, palming his drenched boxers. You sniffled, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Hyunjin chuckled, letting his cock slap against your throbbing clit, "Messy little girl. Even on your birthday you're making a mess," he degraded, licking his lips.

"Meanie," you mumbled as your lips wobbled. He cooed, pumping his cock with his wrist, "Only to you, lovely," he growled, cumming onto your skirt. You glared at him, crossing your arms. Hyunjin found you adorable, "Aww, my sweet little love is all sulky," he said, pampering your face with kisses. You couldn't help but giggle at the kisses, "Stop," you whined, squirming. He laughed, "Aww but my little girl is mad at me," Hyunjin said, pampering more kisses. 

You melted under the kisses, "Hyune," you sighed, nosing his cheek. He cooed, "Sweet little girl," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. Seungmin brushed your hair back, "Ready for another?" he asked, holding up the wheel. Chan clicked his tongue, "Before that, take a sip, little one," he said, tilting the bottle against your lips. You gulped down, not realising how parched you were. Seungmin chuckled, "Just four more, pretty," he said, seeing you spin the wheel.

"Minho hyung," Seungmin called out, looking over his shoulder. Felix groaned, hair matted against his forehead, "I don't know how long more I can edge myself," he grunted, gripping his thighs. Jisung smirked, "Should we suck off Channie hyung while we wait?" he prompted, grinning at the idea. Felix chuckled, taking Changbin's hand too, "Anything that can keep me from cumming," he said, ready to cause some mischief. 

Chan's eyes widened when they pushed him back down on the couch, "Okay, okay. You hyenas'. Get on your knees," he chuckled, tugging down his boxers. Felix took the lead, licking a stripe up Chan's flaccid cock. Changbin positioned himself beneath, wrapping his lips around Chan's balls, sucking them into his mouth. "Good such boys," Chan rasped, used to being the group's soother. Jisung got on the couch, sinking his head to place kitten licks between Chan's slit.

You eyed the three of them, arousal spurring again from the sight. Minho chuckled, "Don't they look pretty, kitten," he asked, holding special something in his hand. You nodded, "Very," you said, turning your focus back to him. "Close your eyes, 'cause I got myself a little gift just for you," he purred, stroking your cheek. You did as told, heart pounding in your ears from the anticipation. Minho clenched his jaw, wearing the mask, "Open," he instructed, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"Holy shit," you gasped, eyes widening. Minho smirked, "Do I look spooky, kitty?" he cooed, grabbing your waist. You whimpered in response, head spinning just from the sight of the Ghostface mask adorning Minho's body. He tilted his head, "All you need to do, is scream for me," he said, flipping you on your stomach. You yelped, hands instantly clawing the fabric beneath. Minho chuckled, stripping off his belt to tie your wrists together, "You can say your safeword anytime, kitten," he whispered, patting your head. 

You nodded, raising your hips just how he liked it. Minho hummed, hands groping and squeezing your plush ass, "Fucking mine to ruin," he grunted, pumping his cock with his wrist. You gulped, hearing a loud squelch coming from Minho's leaking cockhead. He huffed beneath the mask, riling himself up just to trigger his desperation. Minho clenched his jaw, "Breathe," he warned, sinking his cock past your fold with a single thrust. A broken scream crawled up your throat, drawing attention from all around the room. 

Minho wasted no time ploughing your cunt, his left hand pressed firm on your lower back, "Work for it, kitten. Clench your fucking cunt," he groaned, rolling his hips precisely. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to focus on the feeling of your ribbed walls clenching around his girthy cock. Minho hissed, laughing maniacally at your cries, "That's it, kitten. Scream louder," he growled, thrusting his cock at a brutal pace. 

Your body quivered, cunt squeezing hard enough that Minho felt his cock get pushed out. "You ain't escaping me, kitty," he chuckled, gripping the sides of your hips as leverage. "Ah, hah, hah! Fuck!" you screamed, arching your back when Minho forced his cock deeper. The tip of his cock pressed snuggled beside your cervix. Minho huffed, gritting his teeth, "Mhm, hah," he sighed, trailing down his hand to pinch your swollen clit.

"Hhgh," you whimpered, sobbing the moment your orgasm broke. Minho hissed, tightening his hold to make you milk his cum, "Take it, kitten. We need to make it stick," he growled, coating your inner walls with his orgasm. Your thighs trembled from the aftershocks, brain foggy from the high intensity buzzing through. Minho tugged off the mask, hair drenched with sweat dripping down his neck, "Fuck, that thing is hot," he gruffed, tossing it on the floor.

Chan's cock stood hard and throbbing, the three brats decided to edge him each time you screamed. Felix placed a kiss on Chan's saliva-coated cockhead, "Is she still coherent?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Minho rubbed your back, "Kitten?" he asked, easing his cock from your hole. You whimpered, lifting your head to plop it on a pillow, "I'm good," you slurred, eyes half-lidded. Hyunjin tapped your lips, "Suck," he instructed, letting you swallow down some fruit juice.

Jeongin held the wheel in front of you, "I'm sure the other hyungs' will be gentle," he said, giving them a side glance. You knew for a fact that's a lie but you spun the wheel anyway. "Bin hyung," Jeongin said, tucking your hair behind your ear. Changbin got up from his knees, cock hard and throbbing. "C'mere bunny, lay on my chest," he said, positioning your cunt in front of his face. You nuzzled his cock, breathing in the familiar musk. Changbin cooed, placing kisses on your inner thighs, "Messy little pussy," he teased, laying a firm smack on your ass. 

You whined, grazing your teeth against the gland of his cockhead as retaliation. Changbin groaned, internally finding you adorable, "Okay, okay," he chuckled, licking the outer folds of your cunt. You moaned, mimicking his licks, "Binnie," you whispered,  placing sloppy kisses around his shaft. He spat on your clit causing your hips to buck, "Our stunning bunny," he sighed, flicking his tongue against your abused clit. A shudder ran through your spine, "Fuck, hah," you keened, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock.

Changbin growled and with a flat tongue he lapped your cunt clean. You moaned around his cock, the stretch hurting the edges of your lips the lower your sunk. Changbin closed his eyes, immersing himself in the scent of your pussy smearing on his face. A squeal vibrated his cock when you felt his tongue flex within your canal. Your eyes crossed, pleasure easily building from the around of orgasms they coaxed from your body so far. Changbin furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on bringing you to the edge. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking him in tight, your throat relaxing around his sensitive cockhead. Changbin growled, thrusting his tongue while his fingers rubbed and pinched your clit on the occasion. Moans grew in octaves as you got close to the edge. Changbin's thighs quivered, feeling the same pleasure. "Cum for Binnie, bun," he keened, trying his hardest not to buck his cock down your throat. Snot and drool coated Changbin's pelvis, you squeezed your eyes tight, ears buzzing from the appending high.

A muffled curse could be heard when you gushed all over Changbin's face, squirting both the remains of your orgasm and Minho's out of your canal. Changbin growled, marking the flesh of your ass when the clear warmth coated his skin, "Yeah, hah, hah," he panted, cumming down your throat. You choked around his shaft, nose burning when cum went up. Minho helped you pull off, "Precious little kitten is too tired to lift herself," he chuckled, making you blow your nose. 

Jisung lifted you, "Lix and I came to an agreement to use you together, princess," he said, nuzzling your cheek. You laid pliant, eyes dazed and glossy. Felix cooed, stroking your cheek, "Don't worry your little brain, sunbeam. We'll take good care of you," he chuckled, pressing down his thumb on your bottom lip. You instinctively slacked your jaw. Felix smirked, spitting directly on your tongue. You gave a dopey smile, swallowing. Jisung groaned, losing his mind at how cute and sinful you look, "I can die tomorrow," he whispered, tossing his head back.

Felix chuckled, wrapping his hands around your waist, "Thanks to all the boyfriends for loosening your tight cunt, sunbeam. Melt into my chest, you don't have to do a thing," he purred, running his fingers through your hair. Jisung aligned Felix's cock with your hole, "It just gets sucked in," he whispered in awe. Felix groaned, the warmth of your cunt hugging his cock after waiting till the end almost made him bust, "Sung, if you don't hurry," he grunted, face evident with impatience.

Jisung chuckled, pressing his cock beside Felix's, "I know, princess. I know," he cooed, kissing away your stray tears. You sniffled, body aching from the sheer feeling of being stuffed. Felix kissed your cheek, his hands trembling from the tightness, "Happy Birthday, sunbeam," he growled, rocking his hips upwards. Jisung pressed his lips with yours, "Hmm, Happy Birthday," he whispered, licking into your mouth as he rutted his cock with deep thorough thrusts.

Felix marked down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. Jisung latched his lips around your neglected nipple, he moaned and sucked giving them the attention they deserved. You whined, thrashing your head weakly. Felix gruffed, sinking his teeth into your sweet spot when his hips stuttered. Jisung noticed and quickened his pace, helping to bring all three of you to an orgasm. Felix whimpered, toes curling from the pleasure, "Fuck me," he grunted, painting your cunt with cum. 

Jisung bit down on his bottom lip, "Shit, shit, hah," he moaned, bucking a few more times before adding to the mess. Your lips drew into a pout, orgasm aching to burst. Jeongin stood next to Jisung, "I've got you, Angel," he said, pressing a bullet vibrator to your clit. You rasped out a whine, pussy squeezing around the two cock buried within. Jisung felt his knees buckle from the grip, "Fuck, holy fuck, fuck," he babbled, head spinning.

Felix sobbed, nosing your neck to ground himself from a dry orgasm. Your body shook as the final orgasm got drawn out of you, "Hah, hhgh," you sobbed, forcing their cocks out. Jisung sank to his knees, collecting himself. Felix laid back, limp from moving. Minho lifted you, rubbing your back when you started wailing, "Good girl. You're our good girl, hm?" he cooed, reassuring you. Changbin prepared your bath, leaving a few bath toys in it, "Hi, pretty bunny," he whispered, easing your sore body into the warm water.

You sniffled, reaching out to grab a familiar rubber ducky. Chan chuckled, sitting on the side to wash your hair, "Looks like you remember daddy's ducky, yeah?" he asked, rubbing the shampoo on your hair. You nodded, hugging it close, "Ducky," you whispered under your breath. Chan cooed, "Hold my shoulder, little one," he instructed, coaxing you to piss while he cleaned your puffy cunt. You whined at the sting, thighs sore with blooming hand marks. 

Chan hummed, rinsing off the soap suds, "Daddy's got you," he whispered, drying you up and holding you close. You nuzzled his chest, "Sleep?" you asked, looking up. He nodded, "Yes baby, sleep," he said, rubbing ointment on your bruises. You melt into his touches, eyes heavy with exhaustion. Chan carried you down, "Look, baby," he whispered, showing you the scattered pillows and blankets over a row of mattresses. You smiled, hooking your chin over Chan's shoulder. Coos and chuckles, surrounded your body, "Did you enjoy today, bunny?" Changbin asked, plugging in a hairdryer. You nodded, "Best Birthday Ever," you slurred, drifting off the warmth of the hairdryer.

[catboymoonknight]

Children

Alucard Tepes x Reader

No Y/N used

Gender not specified

Words: 800+

Requests are Open!

Notes: Just finished both Castlevania shows and I'm so sad. I need more. Its also my birthday today (Oct 7) but I figured I should post this anyway since its finished <3

"Don't think I haven't heard the orphan children call you father," Greta says as she sits on the log with Alucard. His face flushes as he hears her words, turning away from her.

"Some of them even refer to you and your partner as their parents."

Alucard flushes deeper, leaning forward to rest his face in his hands. "I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about." He says, keeping his normal tone in hopes of not seeming flustered.

Greta chuckles softly, patting his shoulder before standing up to help around the new village. He watches her walk away, sitting back up the further she gets. He sits up straighter as he hears a familiar set of footsteps walking towards him.

"I didn't know the orphan children called us their parents." He says softly, turning to look at you as you stand at his side.

"Mm..." You hum softly, resting a hand on Alucard's shoulders. "I've heard it from one or two children." You say softly, crouching down by him.

He chuckles softly, leaning into your touch. "Its cute, no?"

"I think the children in general are cute, Alucard." You laugh softly, pressing your forehead against his.

He brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks. He rubs your cheekbones with his thumbs. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your nose before leaning back and standing up. "Walk with me, darling?" He asks, holding his hand out to you.

"I would be happy to walk with you." You say with a bright smile, taking his hand.

He smiles back, helping you to your feet. He brings your hand up to his face, gently pressing your knuckles to his cheek. He lets out a content sigh, enjoying the warmth you provide him. You gently pull your hand from his grasp, pressing the palm of your hand to his cheek.

"You know... If I knew any better I would say you would die without my touch." You tease him softly.

He grins, his fangs peeking out from behind his lips. "Mmm.. Maybe I would, but I'd rather not find out, darling."

You laugh, leaning up to nuzzle your nose against his. Taking his hand, you slowly begin walking around the village, Alucard following closely behind you.

He looks over at you, eyes filled to the brim with love, a small content smile on his face. For the first time in weeks, months, he feels relaxed. He feels content. Many of the villagers say hello as the two of you pass by. Some of them notice the way Alucard looks at you, a smile on their face as they realize how smitten he is with you.

Many of the children run by, a small little girl running up to you. You crouch down to her height, recognizing her as one of the orphan children who refer to you and Alucard as their parents.

"What do you need, my little love?" You say to her, rubbing some dirt from her cheek.

"This is for you." She says excitedly, holding out a small flower she picked from the ground.

You smile brightly at her, taking the flower from her tiny hand. "I'll keep it forever," You say ruffling her hair softly.

She beams up at you, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck in a quick hug before she runs off once again to go play with the other children.

You stand straight again as you watch her run off, before turning to Alucard. He has a smile on his face, an expression filled with nothing but love.

You blush softly, giggling. He snaps out of his daze, blushing as he realizes you caught him gazing at you.

"You're so cute, my love." You say, tucking the flower behind his ear.

"I think you're mistaken. You tend to be the cute one between the two of us." He says, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips.

You rest against his chest, pulling away from the kiss after a few seconds. "I love you, Alucard."

His knuckles brush your cheek, his eyes meeting yours as he looks at you. "I love you too, darling. I will always love you. During this lifetime and through many more." He whispers against your lips, his breath gently brushing your skin.

A deep blush spread across your face. You look away from him, burying your head in his shoulder. He chuckles softly, the vibrations from his chest providing a sense of comfort, a sense of home.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against him. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. Neither of you speaks, enjoying the silence between the two of you while listening to the ambiance sounds from around.

The silence is broken by dozens of little feet running over to you. You quickly turn in that direction, a group of children running around the two of you with happy expressions. You look up at your lover, a content smile on your face.

"Looks like our children need us." You say,

He chuckles again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Looks like it, darling."

He leans down, picking up one of the younger children, holding them on his hip. The two of you contiue walking around the growing village, the children happily walking and running beside the two of you.

[klausysworld]

Hey so i was wondering if maybe you could possibly write me a smutty story with Klaus like about how even though he turned me made me a hybrid or vampire now he still wants to celebrate my birthday? My birthday is on the 29th of August so its literally 4 days away id love that

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.

Turning wasn't something I had intended to do or wanted really, it was out of necessity that Klaus had given me his blood and it was an accident that I died with it in my system.

Klaus had convinced me to complete the transition, promising to be there with me and for me throughout the highs and lows of vampirism.

In all fairness, he had been with me but sometimes the lows were really low. Especially when it came round to my supposed to be birthday. However I was never going to get older again, there was no point in blowing out some silly candles and making a wish that would never come true. I couldn't celebrate that I was a year closer to any major life event or be able to talk about stupid things like a slight pay rise as I get older.

So when I woke up, and checked to see the dreaded date, I didn't bother getting out of bed. Well not until I felt an arm round my waist, pulling me back against a firm body. My eyes cracked open when his deep voice rumbled from behind my ear.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." He muttered, a kiss pressed to the back of my ear and then my cheek before I was rolled over to face him. My face was level with his as he brushed the tip of his nose over mine and I groaned.

"Can we just not?" I mumbled, my voice croaky from sleep but I knew he got it as his brows pulled together and his eyes crinkled ever so slightly at the edges.

"No, we definitely will." He argued, his face returning to relaxed again as he pecked my lips. "Believe it or not but we all still celebrate our birthdays, Rebekah insists upon it."

"Were calendars even a thing back then?" I ask, still just about coherent and he hummed.

"No...but we had our ways to know...or perhaps we simply chose our birthdays a few years down the line. Nevertheless we celebrate and I refuse to let you go without." He whispered, kissing my temple and offering a smile.

"I've been here ages and haven't seen any of your birthdays, you're lying." I murmured, eyes narrowed.

"Well..." He sighed, a click to his tongue. "We celebrate as often as we can, the past couple months or so have been very complicated to say the least."

"Fine but I better see you with a birthday hat and badge on- when was your birthday?" I question and he sighed.

"March time. Doesn't matter, it isn't about me. This is about you. Now come, the festivities have only just began." He teased before both arms were hoisting me up and over his shoulder like a rag doll making me whine.

"Klaus!" I squirmed but only for a second, I wasn't awake enough to fight him. His hand patted my ass playfully as he carried me out of our room, making my body tense but he shushed me.

"I won't let anyone see this pretty little behind of yours." He chuckled, bringing me down the stairs and spinning me round and placing me on the breakfast stool. My head spun a little, attempting to adjust as a warm plate was placed in front of me by a softly smiling Elijah.

"Congratulations on your birthday, Y/N." He uttered, keeping his voice quiet which I appreciated before Rebekah's voice bellowed out.

"For christs sake Elijah! Just say normal things like 'happy birthday'!" She tutted, rolling her eyes and dropping down beside me. "Happy birthday, darling. It'll be spectacularly, I guarantee." She grinned and I could feel the dread forming as I pushed a smile to my face and bit the end of some bacon to keep my mouth preoccupied so I wouldn't have to find any words to keep the magic of my fantastic birthday alive.

Klaus's hand ruffled my hair, his chuckle a distant sound in the air as he left the room. My head turned to find him but Rebekah was nudging my side.

"Don't look, he's going to get your presents. Keep eating, and try to contain your excitement." She practically bounced beside me, smile brighter than ever as she pulled out a party horn and blew it in my face.

Just seconds later an elastic band snapped under my chin, a card hat on top my head and Hayley kissing my cheek before catching my ear. "Just go with it, it'll get better." She whispered and I listened.

By the time I had finished my breakfast, Klaus was behind me.

I had just slipped off the stool, Elijah had already taken my plate and when I turned around there was an array of differently shaped and sized presents wrapped and displayed across the room. Klaus standing infront of them, slowly coming towards me with a hand outstretched.

I took it after a second and let him lead me over, arms going round me from behind as he lifted the first gift to my hands. "Please...just enjoy yourself." He whispered, nose in my neck.

Presents took a while. By the end I couldn't be upset. Klaus knew me like an open book and had hit every mark possible. Bringing me to tears several times with extra special gifts.

Which was why my face was buried in his chest, eyes closed and fingers curled around his henley as he kissed the top of my head.

I found myself back upstairs soon after, stripped bare and soaking peacefully in the bathtub whilst Rebekah and Hayley yelled through the next room, going on about the party they had planned.

The dress Rebekah had designed fit like a glove and I couldn't deny how beautiful I felt in it, especially once the girls had done my hair and makeup.

"Everything's perfect." Bekah uttered, hands fixing the last few strands and checking the hairspray had set.

"Klaus is gonna go crazy." Hayley whistled and my eyes rolled though a smile pulled at my face.

They were right too, he was all over me as soon as I got to the bottom of the staircase. Lips kissing mine and hands on my hips, gripping them like he usually does in the depths of our room.

"Happy birthday, my love." He whispered and I hummed before adjusting his bowtie.

"You are adorable when you dress up." I teased and he smirked.

"You may never cease to surprise me with your...unique compliments for me." He chuckled and I hummed, kissing him again.

"Lets go dance." I whispered and he shook his head with a grin.

"Birthday toasts, my love." He told me and I groaned softly as I pulled him over to where everyone was spinning each other around happily. He relented of course and gave into a few dances before pulling me onto the stair case and having me held to his side whilst he toasted my birthday before his siblings and Hayley followed. All expressing their appreciation and love for me.

It was quite lovely actually. I was glad to have celebrated my birthday when I hugged each of them before we all got back on the floor.

So many people had brought me gifts, said such kind words and I had to wonder if they were compelled but I didn't even care by the end of the day when Klaus had me held against the wall. Mouth on my neck, sucking his beautiful marks into my skin and hands bunching up my dress.

I could still hear the music and chatter of guests just a wall over as his fingers stroked their way up my thighs. I could feel the warmth spreading through my body. I clung onto his suit jacket, tugging relentlessly with need as I tried to contain the moans that clawed up my throat.

A gasp escaped me as his teeth bit my skin, not his vampire teeth but his human ones. Not quite making me bleed but still breaking the skin.

I tried to pull him closer, my legs pulling at his waist letting me feel how hard he was against me.

"Oh god" I breathed, my eyes looking down quickly but all I could see was dress as he ground himself against me.

"You have no idea how badly I want to take you right now." He whispered and I moaned softly.

"God..yes, do it." I begged and he hummed.

"Not yet...you need your gift." He muttered before he was holding the backs of my thighs tightly. I glanced at him, confused before groaning softly as he got down to his knees and placed both my legs over his shoulders.

"Klaus..." I whispered as his head was completely covered by the skirt of my dress.

Despite not being able to see him, there was absolutely no doubt he was there as the heat of his treasured mouth kissed my wetness through my thong. God he was good, he was always so good.

If euphoria were a person, it would be Klaus.

He knew exactly what to do, how to touch, how to love me so good that I love myself too.

My hands pressed to the walls around and my head went back to rest. He was pure heat between my legs and he made my legs shake against my will.

"One day you're gonna really kill me." I whispered, my words a blur as I felt my back arch off of the wall behind. I could feel his lips move against my cunt as he mumbled something back. The wet vibrations of his mouth making my insides twist delightfully. "God- fuck!" I cried as he chuckled, only adding to the intensity.

A laugh escaped him whilst he pulled his face away though my dress still hid him from my view.

"You'll alert the whole party if you keep screaming sweetheart." He reminded and I nodded in acknowledgment. My mouth closed in an attempt to muffle my sounds as the warm touch of his fingers stroked my pussy tauntingly.

I felt blood pool my mouth when my fangs sunk into my own tongue in time with his fingers plunging inside me. He made my nails penetrate my palms; a shiver to run down my spine.

My mind drew a blank at the methodic pump of his fingers, each curl and stroke hitting so unbelievably perfect that I seemed to be falling apart before he'd truly even started.

His laugh was amused and teasing as my legs were dropped to his waist where both his hands grabbed my thighs.

"I'm very serious when I tell you that the entirety of next door just heard you my love." He grinned before lifting my as he got to his feet and carried me to our room.

I was dropped to the bed with a soft thud, his body covering me like a blanket would as he nuzzled beneath my ear. "You know...I sincerely considered wearing a ribbon for you, my love." He murmured making me giggle at the idea.

"Oh yeah? Where would you have worn it?" I teased, my hands lifting to cup his face; my thumbs brushing over his stubble. "What part of you would I have gotten to unwrap." I whispered and a soft rumble travelled through his body.

No words left him as I felt my dress be tugged, a quick rough tug which caused a loud tear to sound through the room. I didn't have to look to know the extent of his damage, the cool air spreading down my front told me enough. His hands pulled the loose material away, leaving me completely bare beneath him. Open to him in all ways.

"Must you always break things?" I whined, despite not truly being annoyed.

"Oh love. I don't break things, I ruin them." He uttered, his words sharp on his tongue as his calloused hand stroked the side of my face. "Now lay back, my love, and let me ruin you."

I knew it wasn't a question but a demand and a demand that shot straight to my core.

The silence rang as I laid back, head against the pillows.

I accepted my fate wholeheartedly, and under no circumstances would I even consider skipping out on my birthday next year if I knew this was coming.

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You have no idea how sorry I am for this being so god damn late. I know it’s not my best, I hope it’s still something that can make you smile even just a little bit @nerdygamer829

[chaotic-scraps]

New Year's Day

"I don't matter," the hero said, hollow.

"Of course you do. You've saved so many people," the civilian argued. "You've done so much."

"You've known me for 15 years," the hero whispered. "What day is it today?"

"New Year's?" The civilian asked, a note of confusion. The hero huffed a breath. Nodded.

"Well, I should get going," civilian said. "Chin up, okay? You look better when you smile."

The hero watched them leave. Stared at the falling snow with detached interest.

A click. The barrel of a gun brushed the back of their head.

"Well, well, well," the villain said. "You should be out celebrating, darling. Not brooding on some snow-covered bench."

"Can you get to the threats?"

"Touchy today," the villain said. "Down on the ground." "There's snow on the ground," the hero said. "Can we skip that and go straight to the kidnapping?"

"Well, fine," the villain sighed. "Since it's your birthday."

"What's that?"

"It's your birthday. Get in the van."

The hero paused and turned.

"You think these bullets are blank?" The villain pressed the barrel to their temple. "Get in."

The hero laughed. High-pitched, a little bitter.

The villain was getting angry now. "What's so funny?" They snap.

"You're the only one who knows it's my birthday," the hero said.

"It's New Years Day. How could anyone forget that?!" the villain sneered, a little flabbergasted.

The hero shook their head and got in the van. After the interrogation, after the threats and the monologue and the random tangent about Christmas commercialism, the villain brought them a cake.

An enormous cake. It was collapsing under the weight of its own hubris.

All the henchmen came out wearing party hats. They sang Happy Birthday loud and off-key.

The hero tried not to smile. Tried not to cry. Failed at both.

They sang karaoke. Danced. Played party games.

The villain patted their shoulder heavily.

"My birthday is next month, by the way. Don't forget or I'll end you."

The hero laughed.

"I'm serious," villain said. "No peppermint. I hate it."

[saksukei]

simon ‘ghost’ riley and his love languages

masterlist | i think i may have wrote too much??

there’s one thing lieutenant simon ghost riley knew when he began dating you. he had to be the best version of himself or at least try. you were the only person he met that he ever wanted to try for.

i. words of affirmation

initially, simon has trouble adjusting to calling you any pet names and just calls you by your name. it isn’t until he gets comfortable enough to say, “love” which is his go to nickname. he says them only in private though.

and then it’s nicknames galore. he calls you his sunshine because he literally adores your smile so much!!! the type to say, “i brought flowers for you. they needed sunshine and you were the obvious choice.” and he also says things like, “my darling angel” when you get him a cup of tea.

most importantly, if you ever do something that’s like daunting or difficult for you or if you learn something he’s gonna say “that’s my girl, always so intelligent.” if the two of you ever hit the gym together and you hit more reps than your regular ones, he’s gonna be so happy for you. “atta girl,” he kisses your cheek as he pats your back.

ii. gifts

he wasn’t very heavy on gift giving. that was until he saw something that he knew you’d like and bought it. and the smile that graced your face with the stars in your eyes made him want to do it more often.

and he felt his heart jump when he saw you cherish the letters he’d written when he was deployed. ever since then, he’s been leaving cute little notes for you, making handmade things you’d like such as bracelets, necklaces. he knows how to sew and he sewed a cute little shirt for you. this also brings me to the fact that he likes knitting a lot and loves making mug warmers? it’s endearing really. he can also carve wood apparently? so he makes sweet little decoration pieces for your apartment. (but also lumber jack simon making me insane)

all in all, he loves giving gifts. he’s the type to make a special notebook for just you and put pressed flowers on each page. “got you something you liked, darling.”

iii. acts of service

simon’s strongest way of expressing love is through acts of service. he’s a military man and a firm believer of ‘actions speak louder than words.’ i’ve said it before that his eye for detail is insane and he uses it in the relationship as well. alongside with his ability to literally commit you to memory, he remembers everything. (except birthdays, but he’ll remember yours).

from bending down to tie your shoelaces, to refilling snacks that he knows you like, to picking up heavy stuff, to guiding you with a hand on your waist, everything really!!! can read your facial expressions like it’s the only thing he knows and can immediately figured out what you like and don’t like. “you okay?”

and god, he's also aware of the sidewalk rule! never lets you walk on the outer side. the type to place a hand on corners and edges so that you don’t get hurt. he’s always looking out for you, ensuring you don't have anything in your way. he’ll always stand behind you because he feels it gives him a better chance to protect you.

iv. quality time

such a sucker for spending time with you but that’s mainly because he knows his is limited. and he would never risk not spending another minute with you. from watching movies, to watching you do make up in front of the vanity, to reading books together, training together, having tea. he finds your presence alone to be comforting. it's like you deal with all of his inner thoughts and reservations without even knowing it.

he also enjoyed doing mundane domestic tasks with you like getting groceries, setting up ikea furniture, cooking and cleaning together, honestly he loves it all. especially if there’s some jazz music playing in the background. i can absolutely imagine rubbing a little flour on simon’s face and he’ll get so offended, chasing you around the entire house, pining you down, just to do the same to you.

v. physical touch

simon is hesitant to become physically affectionate. that's not to say that he doesn’t enjoy it, it's just that when you’ve been met with violence all your life, gentleness is hardly something you expect.

but god, did he want to melt into a puddle when you held his hand or when you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. he swears he forgot how to breathe. and little by little, he got comfortable. hands hesitant to be on your waist, until that's the only place you found them, his head always nuzzled in the crook of your neck. “this might just be the favorite part of my day,” he says softly.

from lacing fingers, to kissing you the first thing in the morning, once simon’s comfortable, he won’t go a day without being intimate. “c’mere give me a kiss” to “you’re my good luck charm, love.”

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Birthday Bruce

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Tw: none just Fluff for Bruce's birthday (background steph x cass cause I push my agendas we area propaganda machine I'm this house hold)

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Bruce groaned feeling a weight on him. Then another and another. "Darling are our grown children in our bed." He turns his head to look at you next to him not even justifying his kids a look. You grin and lean into him giving him a light kiss. "Seems so husband dearest." You look over at dick tim and steph who are on bruce. Jason Duke cass and Damian sit at the end of the bed. “Your eldest middle and daughter’s girlfriend evidently. Hello Steph.” You wave at her and she grins. Bruce rolls over sending the three of them onto the bed as he lands on you burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Happy birthday.” You kiss the side of his head as Alfred walks in with a cake and everyone starts singing happy birthday to him. Once again the man just groans.

“Is birthday boy grumpy cause i an old man now.” Jason teases patting Bruce on the shoulder, earning a grumble into your neck. The others laugh and make more jokes about Bruce being an old man now before Alfred pipes up. “Alright all of you out and downstairs give master Wayne a chance to actually wake up.” The old butler makes a gesture for the door with someone protest from the intruders. One by one the leave with a chorus of happy birthdays and love yous. Damian as he’s walking out places a home made card on the bed with a “happy birthday father.” Before walking out with Dick.

“Read it for me.” Bruce sighs looking up at you with tried eyes. Every villlian in Gotham was out last night and when he finally got home you’d keeper him up for another while giving him an ‘early birthday gift.” You laugh picking up the card and showing it to him. On the front was an amazingly well drawn family portrait of Dick Cass Jason Steph Tim Duke Damian Alfred with you and Bruce in the middle. Inside the card read: “Happy birthday father. I do hope you have a good day and that the others do not cause you to much of a headache love from your son Damian and the pets Ace Titus Batcow Gerry the turkey Alfred the cat and Goliath. P.s could batcow and Goliath be allowed in the manor for your birthday gala tonight they will behave.” Bruce laughs moving up next to you to read the card himself. “That’s not happening.”

You smile taking the card off him and setting it on the bed side table. “That’s what you say now but you’ll break you always do for him, for all of them.” He pulls you onto his lap and kisses your neck. “And you. I break for you as well dont act innocent.” He smiles and leans in to kiss you. You feel a grin on his lips as he pulls you closer, your hands thread through his disheveled black hair. “Happy birthday Bruce.” You whisper pulling back to look at him. “Thank you my love.”

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Treasure - MATZ his precious treasure

THIS SERIES IS MATURE! MINORS DNI! MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

⊹ 4k words ⊹ alpha!seonghwa x beta!male!reader x packomega!hongjoong. ᭡ smut. mdni.

✧ a/n: hello darlings, thank you for waiting. you can see that this chapter is heavily inspired by the two amazing writers i have previously mentioned in the preview chapter. i'm not good at writing long chapters, and please bear with me if there is any language mistakes. anyway, happy lunar birthday to me. i hope you will be happy with this piece of work, i did try my best. for all the ateez fanboys out there, i gotchu (i hope). thank you for the 300 followers too.

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⊂ content: not your traditional a/b/o dynamic, daddy/mommy kink, mommy!hwa supremacy, powerbottom!hongjoong, softdom!seonghwa, sub!switch!reader, bigdick!hwa, unprotected sex (wrap it before you do it), spanking, edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, spit kink, praise kink, breeding kink, oral sex (given), somnophilia (just a little), joong has a pussy, creampie, dirty talk, spanking, marking, brief appearence of omega!wooyoung, mentions of other ateez members, cum drinking, petnames (little treasure, beta), hair pulling, choking, a little bit of obsession element, muzzle wearing, badly written smut in all, mating bites/claim of reader by matz. ✦ network: @newworldnet

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Hongjoong's heart melted at the sight of the beta Seonghwa had just bought. The beta pushed himself to the corner of the cage, his doe eyes staring at them curiously from behind the bars. Despite the pet trader's continued chatter, not a word registered in Hongjoong's mind as he was captivated by the vulnerability and innocence radiating from the beta.

His beta.

Seonghwa, noticing his love's fixation on the pet, nodded discreetly at the trader. Sensing the unspoken command, the trader promptly ceased his chatter and took his leave with a respectful bow to Hongjoong, then Seonghwa.

Once the trader exited, Hongjoong approached the cage. He crouched down carefully, his eyes focused on you. "Hello there, treasure," he murmured softly, extending a hand toward you with gentle reverence. A spark of delight lit up his eyes as you slowly moved towards him, your cute nose twitching curiously at his scent. "Nice to meet you," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

You opened your mouth to reply, but confusion clouded your thoughts. In the training center, you were taught that all omegas were to be addressed as 'Mistress', while alphas were to be addressed as 'Master'. However, that was based on the hierarchical structure of packs, where alphas led. But Hongjoong's pack was different; it was led by an omega. The uncertainty lingered in your mind, unsure of what title to use when addressing him.

"I'm your Daddy, treasure. That's your Mommy," Hongjoong's voice was gentle as he seemed to read your mind, introducing himself and Seonghwa. "You will address us as such, won't you, treasure?" he asked, his tone tender and inviting. You nodded, completely entranced by his beauty. Hongjoong's smile widened, radiating warmth and reassurance as he gently coaxed you out of the cage. "Come to Daddy," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing melody.

You felt as though you were under a spell, drawn irresistibly into the omega's embrace. He cooed sweetly, his touch tender as he fondly patted your hair. "That's Daddy's good boy..." He praised, his fingers curled around your chin to tilt your head up. "Open your mouth, treasure. Daddy will reward you."

You opened your mouth obediently. Hongjoong gathered up his saliva and spit it into your mouth. Without him prompting, you swallowed it desperately, as though it is the sweetest honeyed water you've ever drank. You feel Hongjoong's hand slide down to your caged cock, then to your plugged hole. The cool tips of his fingers gently teased your rim, making your muscles tense around that area.

Regardless, you remember to thank him. "T-thank you, Daddy." You whispered. Hongjoong's eyes were full of adoration as he patted your cheek. "Such a polite boy, too. You've really aced your training, like the trader said."

"Now, my Love," Seonghwa's voice resonated from the couch, and you startled, diving into Hongjoong's arms. Hongjoong shot a glare in Seonghwa's direction, his hand continuing to pat your back soothingly. "Hwa, you scared my treasure," he scolded gently, while Seonghwa let out an apologetic whine. "Sorry, omega," he apologized quickly. "But we have to leave. The pups are waiting to see our pet."

You were stunned. Never had you ever heard or seen an alpha so submissive, let alone being submissive to an omega. Hongjoong hummed in response, his gaze lingering on your outfit. "Tell me, do you like diamonds, my treasure?" he asked, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

You spent the ride back to the Kim's estate perched on Hongjoong's lap, a delicate diamond-studded collar adorning your unblemished neck. Hongjoong murmured praises into your ear, his words sending shivers down your spine as you hungrily suckled on the cock-shaped gag in your mouth. It took some time for you to adjust to it, but by the time you had settled on his thighs and laid comfortably against his fur coat, you were beginning to enjoy it. 

Hongjoong's fingers have long replaced the small plug in your slicked up hole. He had been fingering you lazily throughout the ride, stretching you as he told you how much of a good boy you were for him, and how much the puppies would want to claim you when they saw you, but Hongjoong would be the first, followed by Seonghwa. Hongjoong told you how much he would spoil you, and one of the pups - San - had already begun to design your cock cages. You listened to him sleepily, occasionally letting out a high-pitched whine when he jabbed at your sweet spot.

You must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew, you were sitting in the lap of a completely different omega. The scent of spicy musk enveloped you, causing you to freeze up in fear. The stranger attempted to speak to you, but you couldn't focus on his words. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled against him, frantically searching for your Daddy. Panic surged through you, and all you wanted was to find the safety and comfort of the one omega with the scent of roses. 

But Hongjoong was nowhere in sight, and the absence of his comforting presence only heightened your distress. The stranger was startled by your state, calling out a name as he attempted to calm you down. In the midst of the chaos, Seonghwa suddenly appeared, and you instinctively reached out towards him, crying out his name. "Mommy!" 

Seonghwa reached for you, the scent of champagne enveloping you as he lifted you into his arms. "Daddy... I want Daddy..." you cried, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as the sweet scent of whipped cream in the air turned sour. Seonghwa's hand wrapped around your small body protectively, a frown furrowing his brow as he turned to the omega. "Wooyoung! What happened?" he demanded, concern evident in his voice as he assessed the situation.

"I swear, hyung, I did nothing!" Wooyoung answered, letting out a whine. "He saw me and started crying!" 

Seonghwa's expression softened further, his touch tender as he brushed a comforting hand over your back. "Shh, it's alright, beta," he murmured soothingly, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your tears as he carried you out of the room. You sobbed quietly in his arms, slightly calmed down by his comforting presence as Seonghwa led you down a corridor adorned with opulent decorations. Symbols of roses and a pirate flag were carved onto the marble pillars, the emblem of the Kim pack. Seonghwa carried you into a dark room, laying you onto a big, king-sized bed with black silk bedding. 

By the time you stopped sobbing and started to come back to reality, your clothes were removed entirely except for your collar, cage and plug. Seonghwa cooed praises as he wiped your body with a warm cloth, before he gripped your chin and turned your face to him. 

"Now, listen to me, beta," Seonghwa said as you hiccuped. "Daddy is busy, so he left you in the care of your Wooyoung hyung-nim. It was rude of you to throw a tantrum like that." He said, his fingers leaving goosebumps as they trailed along your skin. "Mommy is going to punish you on behalf of Daddy. Am I clear?"

Guilt flooded through you at his words. Have you been a bad boy? "Yes, M-mommy. Sorry, Mommy." You replied, your voice shaky in fear of what Seonghwa would do. Your body automatically moves into a presenting position - your chest flat against the bed while your ass high up in the air. Your face was pushed into the small pillow, and you stayed that way, waiting. 

Seonghwa watched the little beta present for him, the fabric against his crotch strained as he placed his palm on the beta's ass. The smell of whipped cream seemed more prominent as he slowly pressed into your cheeks, leaving a pink handprint in his wake. 

"I'm going to spank you, beta," his hoarse voice traveled from behind you, rubbing your cheeks with little strength. "Ten times, five for each side. I want you to count loudly for me. Am I clear?"

You nodded, swallowing nervously as you anticipated the hit. Seonghwa tutted, pressing into your skin. "I want words, beta."

"Y-yes!"

When Seonghwa's palm came in contact with your left ass cheek, you let out a high-pitched whine, tears gathered around your eyes as you almost fell forwards. SMACK!

"O-one!"

SMACK! "T-two!" SMACK! "T-three...!"

Seonghwa's fingers dug into the side of your hips as he held you still, his other hand coming swiftly in contact with your now burning skin without mercy. Drips of precum spilled through your slit as your cock strained against its cages. Your toes curled into the sheets as your fingers grabbed onto the pillow desperately. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

You are crying again. For Seonghwa, the sight of your tears brought no pity to him. In fact, it aroused him even more, the alpha in him howling to fuck you deep in the sheets until his cum fills your little hole up and claim that pretty neck of yours with dark blue and purple bruises. However, he was acutely aware that such actions would likely incur Hongjoong's wrath, so he dropped the thought and focused on the job at hand. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ten!" The last number came out as a scream. Seonghwa let go of your hip and you finally crumbled, your cheeks prickled with a searing sensation. "T-thank you, Mommy."

"Such an obedient and polite little beta... Hongjoong surely has a talent for finding the best," his gaze roamed over your now reddened buttocks, his hands rubbing them appreciatively before spreading them. "With such a hungry hole too... You didn't even realize Daddy changed your plug all this time..."

He pressed on the plug in your hole, pushing it in a little more. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled out uncontrollably at the feeling. Seonghwa was right, the plug is now bigger than the training plug you wore almost all the time. Seonghwa's eyes darkened with lust at your reaction, and he pulled the plug out slowly, before watching your hole swallow them hungrily back. "I think you'll just fit my knot just fine, won't you, treasure?"

Your poor cock strained against its cage once more at the thought of Seonghwa's knot filling you up - a thick, veiny alpha cock fitting in your tight little hole, your rim stretched wide and open. Seonghwa, sensing this, cupped his hand over your balls. "You like that idea, don't you, treasure?" He hummed, massaging them slowly as he fucked you with the plug, his pace increasing faster and faster. "Look at you getting so excited. Little treasure wants Mommy's cock and cum to fill you up?" 

You nodded, drooling as your nails dug into the sheets once more. "Yes... W-want Mommy's cock t-to fill me up..." You moaned, arching your back and pushing your hips up so the plug could hit deeper. "Want Mommy's k-knot in me..."

Without warning, Seonghwa stopped moving. You let out a sob of frustration, your cock twitching pathetically in the confines of the cage. You were on the verge of coming, but the feeling dissipated as soon as the plug sat unmoving in you. 

"Daddy should be here to watch this, treasure." There was a rustling sound, and Seonghwa flipped you over. Your sweaty hair stuck to your face as you looked at him hazily, allowing him to carry you up. "Come, let Mommy wash you up for Daddy. He'll be back soon."

You allowed Seonghwa to dress you up like a child playing with a doll, slipping on a pair of black crotchless panties with red laces over your pink, perky nipples. Seonghwa teasingly tug on them, drawing a yelp out of you. You bit your lower plump lip, glaring at him. "Mommy!"

There was amusement in Seonghwa's eyes as he patted your cheek lovingly. "Be good, beta. Now, are you hungry?" 

You nodded in response. Like magic, Seonghwa took out a milk bottle, its teat the shape of a small cock. "Your Yunho hyung-nim prepared this for you, have some before Daddy comes back, hm?" He pushed the teat into your mouth and you began to suckle on it without prompting. The milk in it does not taste like normal creamy cow's milk, instead it tastes slightly musky, with a hint of honey. You drank them down hungrily, as Seonghwa cooed praises. 

When Hongjoong entered, you were cradled in Seonghwa's arms like a newborn pup, hungrily drinking from the almost-finished milk bottle. Your eyes lit up when you saw him, and you made grabby hands towards him, abandoning the milk bottle. "D-daddy!"

"Finish this, beta." Seonghwa gently gripped your chin and pushed the teat towards your lips. You quickly latch on to them, eagerly waiting for Hongjoong to come over. 

Hongjoong let his expensive mink coat drop to the floor, revealing his slender body fitted in a tight body suit. You hear Seonghwa swallow his saliva above you, distracting you for a second. Seeing that your attention was not on him, Hongjoong scowled, the scent of roses turning thicker in the air.

"Treasure. Look at me." You shuddered at Hongjoong's commanding tone and looked over at him immediately. Hongjoong stalked towards you, crawling onto the bed. You let go of the cock-like teat with a small pop, getting out of Seonghwa's lap and heading for Hongjoong's on all fours instead. "Daddy..."

"I heard the someone was rude towards Wooyoungie just now." You froze a little at his words, your pink tongue poking out to lick your slightly dry lips nervously. "Weren't you, little treasure?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy, Mommy punished me..." You tugged at Hongjoong's ankles pitifully, pressing on his calf with your nose like a little puppy, hoping that Hongjoong would take pity on you like this. Hongjoong raised a brow at Seonghwa, whose eyes were on your buttocks again. The omega's sight lingered on the bulge on Seonghwa's pants and a cold chuckle escaped him. "Alpha."

Seonghwa snapped out of his stupor at Hongjoong's voice, blinking rapidly in response. Hongjoong undressed himself slowly, ignoring the you, who was worshiping at his feet. "What are you looking at?" He growled, revealing his sharp canines.

Seonghwa visibly gulped again, the scent of champagne growing spiking with arousal around him as he bared his neck in submission. How can he forget? Hongjoong chose you as his pet. Even if Seonghwa or any of the pups wants to have you, Hongjoong must grant them the permission.

You're Hongjoong's treasure, until he allows others to share.

Meanwhile, your attention was on Hongjoong's now naked body, and you let out a needy whimper, your attention fixated on Hongjoong's scar-littered skin. Unlike the omega bodies you have seen at the training center, Hongjoong had different shapes and sizes of scars running down his body, but that only makes him more attractive to you. Hesitantly, you stick out your little tongue, licking tentatively at the closest one on his hips.

Hongjoong barely looked at you when he held you by the back of your collar. "Behave, treasure." He warned, his cold eyes still on Seonghwa. "Strip and kneel on the floor, alpha. Hands behind your back."

Seonghwa immediately did as he was told, taking his clothes with ease and kneeling on the ground with his knees spreaded. If you were to turn back you would see his cock standing up, red and angry between his thighs, but Hongjoong kept your attention on him. He took off your collar, his sharp nails tracing the back of your skin. "Pretty treasure..."

Goosebump littered on your skin where his finger had been. You dare not move, waiting patiently for his next command. Hongjoong settled himself in the middle of the bed, his back resting on the soft pillows against the headboard. You knelt as he spread his legs to you, revealing his juicy, rose-smelling cunt. His pretty, caged cock was tied to his abdomen by a leather strap detailed with gold. 

"Go on, treasure. Show me what you can do." Hongjoong commanded, watching lazily as you knelt between his thighs. He could feel you giving kitten licks to his cunt, and Hongjoong gripped your hair, guiding you as he glanced at Seonghwa from time to time. "That's i-it, treasure. G-go on, mhmm."

You lapped at his cunt like the thirstiest man on Earth, slurping up his juices like it is your only source of water. Your fingers are gripping his inner thighs for support, leaving red marks on his smooth skin. Hongjoong let out moans at your actions, making you work even harder, wanting to please your omega sire. His cunt tastes like heaven, his juices like the finest rose syrup. You pushed your face closer, your forehead pressing up and your tongue now breaching his walls, flicking it around to taste take everything. 

"That's enough." Hongjoong's grip on your hair tightened, pulling you away from his cunt. Your chin glistened with his essence as you whined in response, your big, doe eyes looking up at him pleadingly. "Daddy..."

Seonghwa bit his lower lip, resisting the urge to stroke his angry cock. The sight of his pack omega being pleasured made him roll his eyes up back his head, the combined scents of roses and whipped cream sending him into a frenzy. But he knew he should not even make a single noise, or Hongjoong would just send him out...

He panted, barely suppressing a growl when Hongjoong met his eyes. The younger smirked, gripping on your hair and pulled your hair back, his slick leaking down his thighs as he bared his canines. You feel the tip of his fangs slide on your unmarked skin, ready to pierce through at any moment. 

"M-mark me plea-please..." Seonghwa’s eyes traveled to you. You were there like him, kneeling at Hongjoong's feet, begging for him. With a hand, Hongjoong took off your cock cage, and you moaned in response, saliva building at your mouth. "My beta... Mine, mine..." The omega repeated, a crazed look in his eyes as he reached for your cock. It is not as big as Seonghwa’s, yet it was still a size that Hongjoong did not expect. "All mine... my treasure..." He chanted, both his hands now on your neck, forcing you to lie down. 

Hongjoong straddled you, his hands moving to your shoulders as he lowered himself on you in one stroke. Seonghwa growled at the scene, his eyes turning red as he fidgeted in his spot. Hongjoong moaned loudly, his fingernails digging into the back of your shoulders he lowered himself down and bit your neck.

You were sent into a state of ecstasy, a bond now linking you and Hongjoong. Tears rolled down your neck as you began to thank Hongjoong incoherently as he brought himself down on your, the inside of his walls squeezing your cock so hard that you thought you were going to lose it. "T-thank you, Da-daddy... Mhmm... Can't... Can't..."

Hongjoong licked the patch of skin with his bite, lifting himself up and dropping down on you as his lips latched onto yours, shutting you up. Obediently you let him explore your caverns, your hands holding on to his hips to support him. Hongjoong suckled on your tongue, and when he pulled away, a long silvery strand still connected to the both of you. 

"Gon-gonna come!" You warned, as a familiar feeling rose in your lower abdomen. Hongjoong stopped his actions at your words, flipping you over so you are laying on him. 

"Hwa." Seonghwa's eyes snapped to Hongjoong with rapid attention. The omega moaned as he laid on his back, your cock hitting deep inside him. "C-come here." You feel his hands reach down to your buttocks, spreading your cheeks out. You couldn't help but squeeze tighter on the plug at his action. "Tog-together. Muzzle first."

Seonghwa moved at the speed of lightning. One moment he was still kneeling, and before you could do as much as letting out another pant, Seonghwa was already behind you, a muzzle on his face as his scent of champagne engulfed you whole. 

That is when your hazy brain registered the fact that Seonghwa was going to fuck you as you fuck Hongjoong. 

Your lips went dry at the thought of the alpha's cock. Would he even fit you? What if your little, tight and almost-virgin hole gets ripped into half because of him? Your lips closed around Hongjoong's nipples, sucking on them as you feel the plug being removed, leaving your hole gaping and empty. Ready to be filled. 

Seonghwa groaned, sticking a finger into your hole, then two. You squeaked, drawing a moan from Hongjoong as he bit on your shoulder, his eyes boring into Seonghwa’s. The older withdrew his fingers and held it in front of Hongjoong, who let go of your raw shoulders and swallowed his fingers instead. “Yummy… Whipped cream…”

In one stroke, Seonghwa entered you. You let go of Hongjoong’s nipple, throwing your head back as your hips snapped, pushing your cock up into Hongjoong. The omega moaned, his back arched as his lips found your neck and bit into them again. Seonghwa pulled out, his hand supporting your lower stomach and pushed right back in, making you jerk into Hongjoong once more. 

“Too much… M-mommy please!” You babbled. Everything is overstimulating you, - the pain from your neck, how Hongjoong is squeezing you, how Seonghwa’s cock is dragging over in your own walls. “Gonna c-cum, Da-daddy… Please… M-mommy… Please please please…” 

“Pretty beta going to come for Mommy?” Seonghwa’s thrusts are turning sloppier as you begged for release, having been denied twice earlier. Hongjoong unlocked his jaw from the almost bleeding skin on your neck, his lips now kissing your earlobes instead. “In m-me, treasure.” 

With his words you came with a cry, the scent of whipped cream now elevating as thick spurts of cum painted Hongjoong’s walls. The omega moaned, clamping down on you as his own release crashed down. Seonghwa let out a growl, his muzzle stopping him from biting your neck as his knot expanded in you, a bulge forming in your lower stomach.

The three of you laid panting on the messy and sweat-soaked bed, Hongjoong pushing you sideways so Seonghwa crashed onto the sheets alongside you, now holding your cock cage. You let out a sigh as you slid out of Hongjoong, tiredly watching as your limp cock was locked back into the cage while your mixed essence with Hongjoong’s seeped onto the bed sheets. 

“After your knot deflates, run a shower for us, wouldn’t you, hyung?” Hongjoong muttered sleepily, pressing little kisses onto your face as you let out soft whines, your nose buried into your Daddy’s scent glands. Seonghwa hummed in response, reaching over to offer his lips. Hongjoong kissed them happily, as the scent in the room calmed down.

“...and he just cried!” Wooyoung shrieked, as San rolled his eyes from behind the table. “Like, cried! I swear I didn’t do shit!”

“Maybe he’s just too overwhelmed, or he might have imprinted on Hongjoong hyung only.” Yunho suggested as he placed a hand on the worked up omega’s shoulder to calm him down. “Don’t worry, Woo, you’ll get to know him better after the hyungs introduce him to us.”

Wooyoung’s lips formed a pout. San cleared his throat. “Well, I got the design for his first collar ready.” He announced proudly, waving a sheet of paper in front of Wooyoung’s face. The younger’s eyes lit up, quickly snatching the design from San. “Let me see!”

A few sketches laid across the page, yet one prominent one stood out. It was a collar adorned with diamonds, the emblem of the Kim Pack printed on its front. On the inner side of the collar, a word was written on it. Yunho leaned towards Wooyoung to see, reading the word out softly. 

“Treasure.”

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talking marriage (birthday party!matty x reader fluff)

i know we have The proposal fic already for them, but here's the decision to pop the question being made. 1.9k, fluffy as fuck, ft. girly being both a bridesmaid and a sabrina stan. enjoy! <3

one hand already fumbling in his pocket for his pack of camel blues, matty pushes the door open, wincing at the brightness of the afternoon sun. the cigarettes are ignored in favour of shielding his eyes with his hand; only once he's stumbled his way to the nearest parasol-covered picnic table does he reach for the pack again, lighting one with practiced ease and taking a long drag. he exhales, leaning back and letting the sun warm the nape of his neck, and smiles as he listens to the music thumping away indoors, punctuated by off-key singing (alexa's) and raucous laughter (yours, his favourite sound in the world).

halfway through matty's cigarette - and during the opening remarks of his mental debate on whether to light a second one - the music changes; the melody softens, from upbeat pop to melodic soul, and your laughter fades along with it. a slight wash of loneliness passes over your boyfriend when your voice stops being audible, and if your phone wasn't currently tucked safely in his inside pocket he'd doubtless send you a text asking for you to join him outside. luckily for him, though, you're nudging the door open with your hip within a couple of minutes, the smile on your face and your pale yellow bridesmaid dress both lighting up the smoking area more than the sunshine itself.

matty smiles in response. “hi, darling.”

“hi,” you lean down for a kiss, which matty eagerly returns, and place two glass bottles on the table. “thought you might want this.”

“thank you, sweetheart,” he takes a sip of the coke, watching as you smooth your dress down and take a seat opposite him. you rest your head on your hand, angling the straw in your own coke and sipping it with a sigh. “you flagging?”

“little bit. s'been a long day. but a good one, definitely,” you intertwine your fingers with matty’s, beaming beautifully when he lifts them to kiss the back of your hand. “have i told you how hot you look, by the way?”

“reckon you mentioned it a couple of times, yeah.”

“wouldn't hurt if i reiterated it once more, would it?”

“not at all.”

“good,” you wink, and matty has to actively fight the urge to kick his feet in excitement. “because it's genuinely all i've been able to think about the whole day, how hot my man is.”

he lets one foot scuff against the grass at that. your man. fuck, how he adores hearing those words from your lips. “can always count on you for the correct opinion, darling.”

you giggle, and his heart soars. “nah, how hot you are is a matter of fact, babe,” your free hand comes up to rest against his cheek; he leans into it, lazy-happy, sighing softly when you stroke the stubbled skin with your thumb. when you next speak, your voice is as tender as matty's ever heard it. “beautiful boy. i love you.”

matty kisses your palm, then leans in to do the same to your lips. it's quick, and it's soft, but the mutual adoration still shines through. “i love you too, gorgeous. especially in this dress.”

“really?” you fiddle with the shoulder strap, in a way that matty recognises as subtle self-consciousness; so subtle, in fact, that he'd put money on being the only person who knows you well enough to spot it. “wasn't really sure about the yellow on me, to be honest. but frankie loved it, and it's her big day, so…”

“nah, it looks amazing. honest,” matty smiles. “you look like sunshine. my little sunbeam.”

“that is the sappiest thing you've ever said.”

“and you fucking loved it. can't keep the smile off your face, can you?”

“shut up,” you mutter, doing your utmost to bite back the smile in question and failing miserably. your cheeks have reddened, too, and you pull your hand away from matty's to try and fan them back to normal. “god, i'm roasting.”

your boyfriend pats the bench beside him. “d'you want to sit next to me, then? get out of the sun?”

“i always want to sit next to you,” comes your reply as you make your way round, so casually sweet and yet so beautifully devastating to matty. he tugs you close when you sit down, dropping a kiss to the top of your head and smiling to himself at the way you just melt into him. “made me sad that i couldn't at the ceremony earlier.”

he hums in agreement. “surprised you managed to stay standing so long in those heels. and wrangle the ringbearer.”

“oh god, don't even,” you shake your head, grimacing as you recall having to scoop up the bride and groom's toddler to stop him careening back down the aisle in the middle of the ceremony. “i love jonah to bits, but that was too much responsibility for me.”

“makes sense it was you watching him, though, darling,” matty absentmindedly drops a kiss to your temple, a smile growing on his face at the memory of the little one snuggling into you. “what with you being his favourite aunt and all. no chance of him crying when you were holding him, was there?”

“christ, can you even imagine?” you shudder. “i'm even stressed about it in retrospect.”

“i know,” matty nods. “s'exactly why i don't want children in positions of importance at my wedding.”

he doesn't even realise what he's said until you twist away from him, leaning on the table and looking at him with a furrowed brow - an expression that would make him nervous if he didn't know you so well, if he couldn't spot the way your cheeks are twitching the exact way they do before you beam. “you've thought about your wedding?”

“well, yeah,” matty replies shyly, taking a long drink of coke as he thinks about what to say next. “haven't you?”

“yes, i have,” there's a cheeky glint in your eyes, and a dimple-revealing smirk on your lips; as much as matty thinks you look gorgeous like this, he's pretty sure at least some of the butterflies in his stomach are nervous ones. “got a couple of questions about yours, though, if i may.”

he braces himself. “go on.”

“firstly…”

god, that smirk. he's obsessed with you.

“...when you say you've thought about your wedding,” you continue, tilting your head. “do you mean that you've thought about it recently, or is it an i planned this when i was like twenty sort-of situation?”

matty clears his throat. “recently.”

“recently as in the last year, or…?”

he shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek to stop a smirk of his own. “recently as in the last week.”

“oh,” you raise your eyebrows in genuine surprise, and your boyfriend decides to stop repressing his smile - yours stays put, too. “okay. so, when you were thinking about your wedding in the past seven days,” you rest your head on your hand, cheekily pressing your leg against matty's under the table. “were you picturing anyone specific as the bride?”

familiar visions of you in white fill his head, the same visions he has every night when you're curled into him in bed, fast asleep with a leg strewn over his and your face tucked into his chest. “yes, i was,” he nods. “it's the same person i picture every time.”

“and who is that person?”

matty sighs, but smiles as he shuffles closer to you, so close that your lips are almost touching. “you're really gonna make me say it?”

“mhmm,” you nod slowly. “tell me, please.”

“well, cos you asked so nicely,” your boyfriend leans in, past your lips, hands moving to rest on your lower back as he whispers in your ear. “it's you,” he kisses your neck, over and over, trailing a path back round to look at you - they're soft, but still enough to elicit a series of breathy moans from your lips and flush your cheeks. “it's only ever been you, my darling.”

“really?”

“aside from shannyn sossamon when i was like seventeen, yeah. i mean, nobody looks as good in white as you do,” matty laughs, a soft breathy thing that matches your own giggle, and presses his cola-flavoured lips to yours even more softly. “seriously, though, i love you more than anything, and i'd quite like it if we made this thing as permanent and official as we can. d'you like the sound of that, babe? marrying me?”

still half-kissing him, you murmur your reply; not for the first time in matty's life, the deliberate poignancy of your syntax almost makes him cry. “i do.”

yeah, he's buying you a ring tomorrow.

but first - he closes the millimetres-wide gap between you, smiling into you at the way you sigh happily and deepen the kiss. your thumb strokes the nape of matty's neck while your tongue lightly traces his lips, and even though the kiss is nowhere near as sexy as some of your other makeout sessions, it takes every bit of your boyfriend's self-control to remember you're in public and he can't actually lay you down on the tabletop and continue kissing down your body to the apex of your thighs.

as it turns out, he wouldn't get the chance even if he wanted to; when the now-familiar acoustic guitar intro starts blaring from inside the party, you gasp into the kiss, pulling away from matty with an expression of sheer joy. “oh my god! it's juno! can we-”

“yes, darling, we can go back inside,” matty rolls his eyes in faux-exasperation, but he can only maintain it for about a nanosecond before his smile returns - how could he not, when you're right in front of him, all post-kiss glow and beaming smile and eyes full of adoration for him? “god forbid you miss your favourite song.”

“don't be sarky, matthew.”

“m'not! i like it too, babe. mostly just when you sing along to it, though,” he helps you stand, smoothing down your dress and then promptly ruining his own handiwork by standing up and squeezing your ass; you make to protest, but your voice trails off when matty leans in to kiss your neck. “particularly enjoy the bit where you grab me and reiterate how fucking horny you are.”

you laugh, turning to face him again. “you're such a boy,” gently resting your hand on his cheek, you use it as leverage to pull yourself up to kiss him quickly again. “i love you very much, though.”

“i love you too,” matty kisses your nose, fighting the urge to coo at the adorable way you scrunch it up afterwards. “even when you're not using pop music to let me know how badly you want to fuck me.”

“and they said romance was dead,” you hum happily, kissing him a final time before leading him towards the door; you turn back to look at him before you open it, with a smile so beautiful it genuinely hurts matty's heart. “you know, you're gonna have to put up with me doing a full performance of this every time we hear it for the rest of our lives. it might be embarrassing. it might be annoying. it might be at the most inopportune time possible,” you giggle, and matty falls in love with you all over again. “d'you still want to marry me, in spite of that?”

he's never been more sure of an affirmative decision in his life.

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April Foolishness - Headcanons

Pairing (Not all at once): Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI - 18+

Summary: How would they react to you failing miserably- masterfully pranking them at every turn?

Tags: Fluff, established relationships, swearing, attempted pranking (mentions of bugs/arachnids, fish), innuendos and tension, comfort, light power usage, no actual smut (fade to black).

A/N: Happy silly day, ya'll!! I wanted to do something fun between classes, so this is it- april fools pranks on my favorite girls. Not proofread at all. Enjoy the boops!

Images are not mine, credit to owners! ~~~

Wanda x Reader

You hadn't been dating Wanda for very long.

Well, if you don't count the years of pining, that is.

You had hidden yourself behind a corner in her hallway, arms out and ready to spook.

This had been your same trick from Halloween (which between that and the turnips did not go well-)

But this time it’d go swimmingly.

After thirty minutes later, you heard the familiar clack of her heels against the compound’s floors, and…

Nothing. Silence.

You peeked around the corner to see where the witch had gone, and-

“Boo.”

Her warm grasp hugged your middle , yet you swear you jumped out of your skin.

“What the- Fuck, Wands-“ Your terror was met with her musical laughter, patting the the sides of your stomach.

“Well if you insist, sweetheart.”

Her voice echoed

She’d let go of you, and you could see the sparkling mirth in her eyes once you turned around.

She placed a quick peck on your cheek, looping your hand with hers to play with your fingers, gaze downcast at them even as her mischievous words would enter your head without her mouth moving.

“If you want to spook a mind reader, darling..”

You gulped as her touch grew more bold, pinning you against the wall- face warming as she’d tilt her head,

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

She’d chuckle at your flustered reaction, her grin cheshire as she’d lead you back to her room, giddy with sweet excitement.

“And happy April fools to you too, Wan-“

~~~ Natasha x Reader

Natasha had always managed to prank you first before you could prank her.

One year prior, you’d ended up with an egg in your hair while your whipped-cream pie prank had gone unsung.

And that was some really good whipped cream.

This year, though- you had buttered her up. Perks of being her partner- the pranks could go even harder.

“Good morning, my dearest sunshine-“ You’d murmur, settling her in with breakfast in bed.

Your trick? Salt in her coffee instead of sugar. Genius.

Natasha propped herself up on her arms, giving you an upturned eyebrow, “Oh, and what’s the occasion?”

“Oh, nothing much..” A shit eating grin plastered her face, one that would soon be returned by the redhead.

“Birthday? Anniversary..?” She’d poke at your side as you sat down, her touch ticklish as she helped you settle the tray of food on her bedsheets.

“M-mmn, nothin’, sugar..” Oh, how you’d be eating those words soon enough.

You’d watch as she’d take a sip from her coffee, eyes wide and sparkling as she opened her mouth-

And sighed in bliss.

What the fuck was wrong with this woman.

“Delicious, baby..” Natasha purred, taking another hardy swig, and you watched as she swallowed. “You’ve outdone yourself..”

“I…uh-“ Your babbling words would be cut short as you took a drink of your own mug-

And was met with intense, uncomfortable sodium.

She cackled as you spit your mouthful back into your cup, punching her jokingly with a red face, “You- you fuckin’-“

“Switched them?”

“Not just the brew-“ Your hand would’ve found your forehead in shock, “But the mugs too- how the shit did you do that?”

“A spy will never reveal her secrets-“ She’d lean up to kiss you, but instead would shift the platter over to the side. “And you need to wash your mouth out.”

“Not before I drink my coffee..” You’d hiss, chugging her now lukewarm mug down.

That was, until you saw a plastic totally real cockroach on the bottom of the mug, shrieking before chucking it against the wall.

“Love you too, dear.”

~~~ Yelena x Reader

You didn’t think Yelena could be scared of anything.

She threw a knife at the fake spider you pranked her with last year.

And she spat in the face of the ‘piranhas’ that had infested your room’s bathroom two years ago.

And even so, you tried again this year- although with something much less terrifying.

You'd flooded Yelena's room with multicolored balloons, painstakingly blowing them up before gently setting them on her floor.

And the best part?

She was asleep in her bed the whole time.

You had almost finished the second bag of balloons when Fanny, ever the sleepy Akita, finally stirred from their rest.

The pup locked eyes with you, and you were so thankful that they didn't bark.

That didn't stop Yelena from waking, though.

The blond would rise quickly, eyes darting around as soon as her dog moved an inch. You swear she had murder in her eyes, although that might've just been from awakening so quickly.

It all left her once she found you, though.

Groggily, she'd wipe at her eyes, mumbling something before kicking her foot off the bed to stand-

Bumping into a stray balloon.

She recoiled immediately, yowling as though she'd been pained deeply- and you were at her side in a heartbeat.

"Yelena, shit- you okay?"

"Yeah.." She'd gruff, her shoulders slacking once your hands found purchase on them. She'd hide her head in your shoulder, a surprising gesture.

You wrapped your arms around her, rubbing soothing circles into her back, "No need to be frightened, honey.." She'd hold you closer, and a flicker of thought ran through your mind, "Lena..are you scared?"

"What-? No-" She'd deny, her voice especially thick this early in the morn. "You just startled me-"

"That's a form of fear, hun-" Your chuckle was met with a groan from her, before she pulled her blankets back over the two of you.

Her words were muffled, "Fine, you got me- but now you hold me until I say so."

"My big, bad, scary Lena...of course, honey."

~~~ Kate x Reader

No matter what you pranked Kate with, she was always worried about you.

It's not unfounded, after you fell down the stairs during last year's April Fools, but still.

This time, you’d actually get her.

"Kate, made you some brownies!"

You heard her clamor with a fevrency that made her sound like a one man band.

She burst out of the hallway, expression wild with hunger and apprehension-

Until she saw you holding some kiddy scissors exceptionally sharp blades of murder and death and terror and-

“Babe!” She’d screech, barreling forth to snatch the scissors from your careful hands, placing them gently on the counter, before inspecting your palm for even the slightest scratch.

She hadn’t even noticed the brown construction paper, or the cut letter you’d pressed towards her middle.

“Kate, earth to Kate-“ Your smile towards her shook her from her thoughts, “I’m okay, pretty girl..Happy April Fools!”

Between the panic and the praise, her brain had to do a soft restart after that.

After a few more seconds, her goofy grin would return again, almost coy, “Gave me a heart attack there, you know-“

“I know,” You’d motion to the tin of hello kitty bandaids you’d raided from Tony, “And I was prepared, you doofus.”

She’d smile, nodding along until her face flushed- her hand rubbing smooth circles into your hip.

“But if you, you know- wanted to do some scissoring, as they say-“ You’d sigh, shaking your head with a teasing lilt, “You’re verryy smooth, dear.”

You’d press a boop to her nose, a teasing whisper, “I’ll think about it.”

~~~