#oh you bet these two would end up with pups n all. both would be bigger than the Aid herself good luck momma o7

[spotsupstuff]

Okay, that ask about if Sparrow was a slug has me thinking how would be Sparrow (not Tinkerer) as a slug?

little fucking... Vydrička 🤌

[cookiewrites]

I just want to ruin a bratty seungmin(skz). That's all my mind can think about lately lol

and y'know what? that's fair.

because he'd be so pretty all ruined, and it's kind of unfair. like more than any other member i want to ruin him when he's wearing make-up - like fresh off stage all dressed up and seeing him fall apart please and thanks.

and the best part of him coming straight off stage is him being super into himself, feeling like the shit, and then getting to break that all apart would be perfect. reminding him that he's all yours, fuck. like letting him whore himself out on stage and then fucking him to remind him he belongs to you, please. ugh.

turns out i really cannot write brattiness bc i am so far from a brat, so apologies if this a bit shit

bad puppy

wc: 0.8k

cw: sub!seungmin x gn hard dom!reader, heavy degradation, denial, spanking, bruises, dacryphilia, pet names for seungmin (puppy, pup), imma say pet play because of that, references to anal play and ownership, i also refer to seungmin as broken and i wanna warn y'all of that too, yeah, intense.

'only i get to see you like this, puppy'

'all mine to break, to ruin, yeah pup?'

'acting like such a slut on stage tonight, bet you wanted to be punished, wanted me to cover you in pretty bruises'

'pathetic'

you say as you spank him again, the boy beneath you shaking both with sobs and the exhaustion in his body. his ass red from your hand, with various purple bruises appearing from the harsh bite marks. as beautiful as they'd look on his neck and chest, those were never an option for the two of you so you'd litter them on his hips, ass, and upper thighs - reminding him that he can parade around on stage all he likes but he, in the end, is simply your puppy.

'bet you thought you could flash everyone with that pretty body of yours without any consequences, right pup?

'your body is mine, remember?'

'you belong to me, and you love it'

and there it was, a pathetic shake of his head as he continued to deny you his submission; despite how exposed he was for you right now.

'n-not y-yours'

'you're not? really? why are you letting me do this to you then pup?'

'i-i-i...'

'because you're all mine, aren't you?'

'n-n-noooooo-'

his denial turns into another sobbed whimper as your finger brushes his puckered hole for the dozenth time that night. playing with his hole was something new you'd begun experimenting with over the past few weeks, never getting much further than this - not that you needed to because even just a simple touch there ruined your puppy in the prettiest way.

removing both hands from him, you step back a moment, admiring him as his trembles, the ache of being on all fours surely painful in his arms and thighs - yet he hasn't moved an inch since you manhandled him into the position a while ago, with threats of ruined orgasms and not cumming at all.

leaning into his ear, after brushing his damp with sweat hair away, you said in the most neutral, unaffected voice;

'prove it then, puppy, prove you don't belong to me'

'go on, if you don't belong to me then you'll be able to make yourself cum'

'prove it'

so he tried, reaching one hand down to his cock, red and dripping precum all over the bed. it had been abandoned after a few edges a while ago after some bratty comments of seungmin's insisting you were doing a bad job of pleasing him, that he could do better by himself.

the wobble of his frame was obvious, making you laugh, muttering under your breath how pathetic he was being. as he put his hand around his shaft he let out a broken moan, letting you sit back and watch him try to finish himself off.

very quickly though he realised it wasn't going to work, his attempts going from controlled and calm to some mix of desperate rutting and pumping. very quickly his satisfied moans became sobs; loud, wet, desperate sobs.

'oh? what's that? my puppy can't finish without my help?'

'do you need my hand? pathetic'

'you need me, pup, clearly'

and it was this that breaks him, this physical reminder that he was trained to only ever cum with you, with your permission, with your voice, with your touch. the reminder that he is completely yours.

'p-p-please' he whispers, hiccupped.

'be a good puppy for once and roll over' you say, calm as ever, with a small click of your fingers. what you see when he settles on his back makes your heart skip a beat;

ignoring the desperately red and constantly leaking cock between his legs, and the mix of red slap marks and purple bruises around his crotch, his face was beautiful. art, really. his stage makeup smudged everywhere, mascara stained tears still wet on his face, his lipgloss smeared all over his cheeks, his eyeshadow somehow smudged everywhere. ruined, so perfectly ruined.

'tell me what i want to hear puppy'

and the small portion of silence between your statement and your answer is always your favourite part of the night, where you can watch your boyfriend break before your eyes, see him give in to his role.

'i-i-i'm j-just a p-puppy... j-just your p-puppy... y-yours to u-u-use... p-please u-use you-your p-puppy... y-your puppy-y'

his comments falling off into a mix of sobbing and begging but what you had heard was more than enough for you to help him out with his little predicament. curling up next to him so you could whisper little praises into his ear as you wrap your hand around him, letting him rut into your palm.

'there's my good puppy, good puppies get rewarded, see?'

'see what happens when my puppy behaves'

'my perfect broken little pup, all mine'

'cum whenever you need to'

'make a mess for me, my puppy, mine'

'y-yours, a-all y-yours'

[btsqualityy]

I Choose You

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, crushes-to-lovers, kind of a soulmate!AU (it’s based on their scents), fluff, and smut

Warnings: Oral sex (Male and female receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, soft Dom!Taehyung, impregnation kink, and creampie 

Author’s Note: This fic is based on a prompt from the Spring Fest “Spring Will Come Again” hosted by @bangtanarmynet! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Prompt: Every Spring Fest, the unmated Alphas had to choose a mate but when Taehyung felt a pull, he didn’t expect it to lead to you.

“Come on!” Taehyung whined loudly. “Just tell me!”

“You know that I cannot tell you who is participating in the Mating Ceremony Tae,” Jimin giggled. “It’s against pack rules.”

“Alright, well just give me a clue,” Taehyung tried to bargain. The two of them were sat outside in the territory that belonged to their pack, deciding to enjoy their lunch in the newly nice weather.

“You know, to be an Alpha, you have no sense of patience,” Jimin laughed.

“And for you to be an Omega, you have no sense of loyalty to your best friend,” Taehyung pouted.

“Oh God, he’s pulling out the pouts,” Jimin groaned playfully. “If you’re so impatient about not being able to know who’s participating in the Ceremony beforehand, then why are you even doing it?”

The Mating Ceremony was an age old tradition in Taehyung’s pack that occurred every year, right at the start of the Spring Festival. For people who still believed in soulmates, the Mating Ceremony was an unbiased opportunity for those people to find the one that their soul desired. The Omegas and Betas would gather together, with their faces hidden, and it was up to an Alpha to use only their sense of smell to find the scent that they liked the most. 

Of course, a lot of people felt that scents weren’t the only important thing when it came to building the foundation of a relationship as time has passed but it was still an honored and revered tradition nonetheless. 

“Besides the fact that literally everyone that I know has found their mate during the Ceremony?” Taehyung huffed. “The fact that I’m almost 26 years old and haven’t found my mate yet.”

“Oh please, you say that as if you’re old and if you’re old, then I’m old,” Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. “And I’m definitely not old.”

“Well, you say that because you’re not alone,” Taehyung pointed out. “My parents found each other 27 years ago, Yoongi hyung found you three years ago, Joon hyung found Aareum the year before that, and hell, even Jin hyung found Jungkookie last year. Too long, didn’t read, I’m gonna die alone if I don’t do it.”

“I feel so bad for your future mate because you are so fucking dramatic,” Jimin laughed as he reached over and stole a French fry off of Taehyung’s plate.

“You’d have time to warn them if you’d just tell me who’s joining this year,” Taehyung tried to persuade him. “Come on, what’s the point in having the Head Omega as your best friend if he doesn’t supply you with useful information?”

“Oh, and here I was thinking that I was your bestfriend because I’m your platonic soulmate,” Jimin scoffed. “Look Tae, the entire point of the Mating Ceremony is to let your heart and your nose do the deciding for you. If I tell you who’s participating and who’s not, it’ll cloud your judgement and then the whole thing will be moot.”

“Ugh, fine Mr. “I wanna be ethical”,” Taehyung sighed as he stood up from the table. “I gotta go and finish up my gift for the Ceremony so I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Pouty Pants,” Jimin giggled as he waved his hand and Taehyung began to walk around the territory. He wasn’t lying when he said that he needed to go finish working on his courting gift, but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around the pack’s territory before he did.

Taehyung’s pack was pretty tight knit, though it was considered to be considerably larger than the other surrounding packs. Even though Taehyung’s family weren’t the ones who founded the pack, his great-great-grandfather was one of the first members to join the pack so Taehyung‘s family line literally had stakes in the very beginning of the pack. 

Growing up, Taehyung had been pretty well known around the pack but after he presented as an Alpha, it was as if he were a celebrity. Every unmated Alpha, Beta, and Omega seemed to be after him and admittedly, he had enjoyed the attention for the last few years but now, he was ready to find his mate, settle down, and start a family.

Just as Taehyung walked around the corner that separated the school building and the doctor’s house, he collided with a figure that had literally rushed into him. 

“Hey!” Taehyung yelped, gasping when the papers that the person had been holding fell down onto the ground. 

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, bending down and beginning to pick the papers up. Taehyung bent down as well, helping when he realized who you were.

“Y/N?” He called and you looked up at him, your eyes widening when you realize who he was.

“Oh Taehyung, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, bowing your head to him.

“No no no, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “Just let me help you with these.”

“I already ran into you, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Taehyung just cut you off.

“I want to,” he chuckled and you just decided to let it go as the two of you finished picking up all of the fallen papers. Once you were both done, you stood up straight and Taehyung handed the small stack of papers that he had collected over to you. 

“So, where were you off to that has you in such a rush?” Taehyung wondered with a smile. 

“Well, uh, the start of Spring marks the halfway point in the second half of the schoolyear for the pups so I was in a rush to get their progress reports finished,” you explained and Taehyung couldn’t help but to smile at how shy you still seemed to be around him. 

The two of you knew of each other from around the pack and you went to school together, being as though the two of you were born in the same year. Because of that, you both had a lot of mutual friends but the two of you never hung out much because you were really shy and seemed almost scared of Taehyung so he always made sure to give you your space. 

“Ah, you do work in the school building,” he chuckled.

“With the seven to nine year olds,” you smiled. 

“I remember, I remember,” he nodded. “Well, besides that, how are you?”

“Good, good,” you replied. “Busy as ever this time of year, but good. How about yourself?”

“I’m good, just preparing for the Spring Festival, ” he told her. 

“Oh, are you doing the Mating Ceremony this year?” You asked and he nodded his head. 

“Are you?”

“I’ve never done it before and I don’t think I’ll start now,” you giggled. “It’s not really my thing.”

“What, finding your soulmate isn’t your thing?” Taehyung teased.

“No, I meant that not being picked by anyone wouldn’t be my thing,” you clarified. 

“Oh please, somebody would definitely choose you,” Taehyung said. “I know that we don’t talk much but anyone can see that you’re a good woman and a great Omega. I bet that any Alpha would be proud to have you be their mate.”

“Oh,” you uttered in surprise, and Taehyung couldn’t help but to feel a little sense of pride at how flustered he had made you. “T-Thank you Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned. 

“W-Well, I have to go,” you murmured. “See you around?”

“Yeah, see you,” Taehyung agreed but he didn’t know if you’d even heard him because you were already walking, almost running, away from him.

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Even though the Spring Fest was being held during the first week of April, Taehyung had made the decision that he’d be participating back in December of the previous year and this was because he wanted to make sure he had enough time to prepare his courting gift. A courting gift would show his future mate that he was serious about them so it took Taehyung a lot of thought to decide what he wanted to give his future mate. In the end though, it was actually Taehyung’s mother who helped him. 

He off-handedly mentioned that he was trying to figure out a gift and she ended up giving him his great-grandmother’s engagement ring. It was a ruby that sat on a nest of gold diamonds, with a gold band to accompany it. Taehyung was familiar with it because it was a family heirloom and he was so honored that his mother trusted him with it. 

When the first day of the Spring Fest arrived, Taehyung made sure that the ring box was nestled safely in the pocket of his slacks before he checked his appearance in the mirror. Wanting to look his best, he settled on a button up dress shirt that was a deep maroon color and paired it with black slacks. He added a few simple accessories like a few rings on both hands and earrings but he skipped any necklaces or bracelets, wanting to makes sure that nothing would get in the way of someone being able to smell his scent. 

“Let’s go find our mate,” Taehyung whispered to himself, making sure to fix his hair one last time before hurrying up and rushing out of the front door of his house. 

The Mating Ceremony was to be held in the large flower garden that was towards the back of the pack’s territory. The logic behind it was that finding your soulmate amongst beautiful things would help your relationship with said soulmate be beautiful as well. 

When Taehyung got there, he immediately spotted Jin and Jungkook sitting together on a bench so he walked over to them. 

“Hi Tae hyung!” Jungkook greeted him happily. 

“Hi,” Taehyung replied. “You guys came for moral support?”

“You know it,” Jin nodded. “You look really good Tae-ah.”

“Ready to find your soulmate?” Jungkook wondered.

“Thank you, and hopefully,” Taehyung sighed heavily. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t worry hyung, all you have to do is trust your nose,” Jungkook told him. 

“Kook’s right, you know our senses will never purposefully lead us wrong,” Jin added. 

“Thanks for the advice guys,” Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Jungkook’s hair a little. Suddenly, a voice erupted over the loud speakers that had been placed around the garden. 

“The Mating Ceremony is about to commence,” the voice that Taehyung recognized as Jimin announced. “If you are offering a gift, please get into position.”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung said.

“Relax and don’t worry,” Jin advised him. “Just...let it happen.”

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded before turning around and walking over to a large wall of white roses. Falling into line with several other Alphas and Betas who were also participating in the Ceremony, he waited with baited breath as another line of Omegas and Betas stepped into the garden and walked over to stand right in front of the wall of roses. 

Every Omega or Beta had a veil or mask over their face so that they couldn’t be seen, and their own choice of outfit but most of them were dressed pretty formally, just like Taehyung was. 

“Alphas and Betas who are presenting gifts, you know the rules,” Jimin spoke up again. “No sneaking a peek at anybody until you offer them your gift and they actually accept it, no trying to force your gift upon anyone who makes it clear that they do not want it, and trust your instincts! Happy finding!”

Taehyung then closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale in order to smell the air around him. He picked up a few scents here and there, with hints of chocolate and mint but none of them especially stuck out to them. He then opened his eyes and they slightly widened when he saw some of the Alphas and Betas already offering gifts to some of the Betas and Omegas who had been waiting. He had to admit, it kind of shocked him because it was seemingly so simple for them but not for him. Deciding to follow everyone’s advice and trust his senses, he shut his eyes again and took another deep breath it, and that was when he smelled it.

The initial wave that hit his nose was reminiscent of tangerines, and then that was mixed with the scent of berries that seemed to almost intermingle with the tangerine scent. Those were two very typical scents, especially for Omegas, but what really caught Taehyung’s attention was the scent of pink champagne. It was something that he had never smelt in a scent before and before he could even realize it, he was moving towards the source of the scent.

When he realized that he had stepped up to the person that the scent belonged to, he took a second to look over them. It seemed to be a woman, who had on a flowing white dress along with a small matching white veil. Taehyung reached out and extended his wrist towards their nose for them to be able to smell his scent clearly and when the woman let out an appreciative hum, Taehyung’s heart clenched because this was it. He had found the one. 

Taehyung reached into his pocket and took out the ring box, extending it towards the woman. The woman then reached out and took the box from it, a soft giggle coming from her as she did so.

“Thank you,” the woman said and Taehyung’s eyes widened because he recognized the voice, he just couldn’t remember where from. When the woman reached up and lifted the veil back from her face, Taehyung wanted to kick himself for not immediately recognizing who the voice came from. 

“Hi,” you smiled. 

.....................................

“I cannot believe that I didn’t know that it was you,” Taehyung huffed.

“Well, that’s kind of the point Taehyung,” you giggled from your spot on his bed. After the ceremony had ended, Taehyung invited you back to his house so that the two of you could have some alone time.

“I just didn’t expect this,” he said as he sat down next to you.

“Are you...upset that I’m your mate?” You asked wearily and Taehyung immediately shook his head.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Even though we don’t talk much, I know that you’re amazing. Hell, Jungkook raves about you all the time. I also meant what I said the other day.”

“W-Well, that’s good,” you replied shyly. “By the way, I’m sorry for not talking to you much over the years.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “I just figured that you were shy and I don’t mind that.”

“It wasn’t shyness, though,” you blurted and his eyebrows rose. 

“Really?”

“The truth is, I’ve had a crush on you since you presented,” you confessed. 

“Y/N, that was almost 10 years ago,” he gasped in surprise. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I never thought that I had a chance,” You chuckled. “For years, every unmated Omega and Beta and even some Alphas have been after you. When you look at them and then look at me, I’m not as interesting or as beautiful when compared to them. I don’t know, I just don’t think that I measure up.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Taehyung admonished you. “You’re gorgeous Y/N-ah, and the sweetest person I know.”

“Really?” You deadpanned.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. He could tell that you didn’t believe him though, so he decided to be honest. “You wanna know something?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” he admitted, making your eyes widen. “Not for as long as you have, but at least two years. I just never made a move because you seemed so shy around me and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I figured that you just weren’t interested.”

“Seriously?” You gasped and he nodded. “We’re a big pair of idiots then, huh?”

“Definitely,” he laughed as he reached over and grabbed both of your hands in his. “It’s a good thing that we both decided to participate in the Ceremony then, huh?”

“Another confession? I only joined because I was hoping that my Omega would be able to say to your Alpha what I’ve never been able to bring myself to say aloud,” you told him. 

“And what is that?”

“That I want to be with you, Kim Taehyung,” you replied. Taehyung felt his Alpha preen at your confession and it wasn’t that Taehyung had doubted the validity of the Ceremony but actually being able to feel the connection between the two of you only solidified everything for him.

“I want to be with you too Y/N L/N,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you giggled and Taehyung let go of your hands to set his hands on your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss began soft at first, the both of you feeling a little nervous since this whole thing was so new.

It wasn’t until you laid back on the bed, pulling Taehyung down along with you that the two of you became more comfortable, you opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slide against yours. Taehyung set his hand on your thigh, gently tracing random shapes with his fingertips as you kissed each other passionately.

“Y/N, I have to ask you something,” he murmured and you pulled away from his lips to look up at him. 

“What is it?”

“Are you a virgin?” He wondered and you felt your cheeks warm up immediately. “I’m not trying to be intrusive or anything, I just want to know so that I can gauge how comfortable you are.”

“Do you remember when I dated Xiumin?” You asked him and he rolled his eyes.

“That dickhead? Yeah,” he huffed.

“I lost my virginity to him.”

“Well, I can’t say that I’m in love with that piece of information,” he admitted.

“I only dated him because I was trying to get over you, which sounds really bad when I say it out loud,” you laughed. “That was around the same time that you were dating Jisoo.”

“Ah,” he said as he set his fingertips over your lips to silence you. “We don’t mention that forbidden name.”

“Ok, sorry,” you giggled. 

“So, if I told you that I want to have sex with you tonight,” Taehyung began, making your lower half clench around nothing. “Would you want to?”

“Yes,” you rushed out. “I want to.”

“Good, because I want to too,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth when he moved over so that he was on top of you, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. He then trailed his lips downwards, licking and sucking on the skin of your neck. 

“Ohh,” you sighed in pleasure, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair. Taehyung pulled away and reached up to grab your hands, untangling them from his hair and holding your wrists firmly when he placed them back down on the bed above your head, holding them there. 

“You keep these here for me, ok?” He asked and you could tell from his tone that he was both asking for permission and clarification. 

“Ok,” you whispered and he smiled. 

“Perfect Omega,” he murmured as he went back to kissing your neck and you had to clasp your hands together because you were too tempted to reach down and touch him again. After he had left a few marks on your neck, he brought his hands up and grabbed onto your breasts which made you gasp.

“As beautiful as this dress is Y/N-ah, I think we should take it off now. Yeah?” Taehyung suggested and you nodded your head rapidly. He moved off of you so that you could sit up and he moved around the bed on his knees so that he was behind you. He reached out and pulled down the zipper on your dress, and you reached up and pulled the dress down off of your shoulders. Once your arms were out of it, you got up onto your knees and pushed it down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous Y/N-ah,” he muttered huskily as he took in the sight of you in your stark white bralette and white lace panties. Your Omega preened at his praise, making your cheeks warm up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he smiled, moving back around your body and leaning down so that he was face to face with your breasts as he reached out to grab ahold of them. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered as he pulled the material of the bralette to the side, causing both of your breasts to fall out. Without another word, he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to fall back on the bed, Taehyung falling along without a problem and not letting up on the onslaught that was his tongue.

Once your nipple had stiffened to a peak, he switched over to your other nipple and gave it the same treatment. You could smell your scent from in between your thighs, the notes of berries and pink champagne becoming stronger and stronger the wetter you became. 

You knew Taehyung could smell you too, because you could feel the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

“Fuck, Alpha,” you whimpered. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Whatever you want baby,” he agreed easily after pulling his mouth away from you, sitting up and reaching down to unbutton his slacks. You sat up, watching with hooded eyes as he unzipped them, pushing them down a little bit so that he was able to pull out his cock and your mouth literally watered at the sight of it. 

Taehyung’s cock wasn’t enormous, but it was definitely longer than average and it looked to be thick. You reached out and wrapped both of your hands around his length, and you felt yourself become wetter when you realized that you couldn’t even wrap your hands around him completely.

“Fuck, I can smell you baby,” he grumbled and you moaned softly at the pet name. “Do you like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He exhaled harshly, looking down to watch as you did your best to take as much of him in your mouth as possible. You actually managed to do pretty good, doing your best to breathe through your nose as you sunk down closer and closer to the base of his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” he huffed. “Such a good girl, taking Alpha’s cock down your throat.” Bringing your hands back up, you stacked both of them on top of each other as you jerked him off while suckling on the head of his cock. 

“God, that feels good. Makes me want to fuck your throat,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me do that one day baby? Gonna let Alpha use your mouth?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha,” you gasped after releasing him from your mouth, your spit acting as lube as you continued to jerk him off. 

“Fuck, lay down for me,” he instructed you. “I have to taste you.” You didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions, laying back on the bed and resting on your forearms as you watched him push his slacks and boxers down and off his legs before he moved onto unbuttoning his shirt. 

He wasn’t overly muscular but you could still see the outline of what would be a six-pack, and your inner Omega loved the fact that your Alpha would be able to protect you if need be. 

Taehyung laid down on his front in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side before leaning forward and licking a stripe up your pussy, from your slit up to your clit. You gasped, your thighs involuntarily coming to together but Taehyung’s hands came up to push them back down. 

“Be still and let me make you come baby,” he whispered and you nodded numbly. He then went back to licking at you, making you whine and squirm underneath him. 

“Huh, holy shit,” you gasped, your chest beginning to move up and down quickly as your orgasm approached you. “Please don’t stop Tae.”

“Mmm,” he moaned against you, shaking his head back and forth over your clit which made his tongue do the same. 

“Do that again,” you requested and he obliged you, shaking his head back and forth rapidly and you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end in your abdomen. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna come.” Your head fell back onto the bed and just as you closed your eyes and felt yourself about to tip over the edge into ecstasy, Taehyung pulled away from you. 

“What?” You whimpered as you opened your eyes, looking down at him. 

“I want you to come on my knot,” he told you. He reached out and grabbed the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. He then settled himself in between your thighs, leaning down and letting his cock rub against your clit. 

“If you want me to come on your knot, you shouldn’t do that,” you whimpered.

“You could come like this?” He wondered in awe and you nodded your head. “We’re gonna have to test that out one day.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that,” you promised him. 

“You got that right,” he smiled, moving his hips so that he could slide inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping onto his arms as he slowly opened you up. 

“Fuh, fuck,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering closed at how good he felt inside of you, stretching you out in the best way.

“God, you’re so tight but you’re opening up so well for me baby,” Taehyung grunted, making sure to push his hips as close to yours as he could so that he could go as deep as possible. “You really are my mate, huh?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your mind barely being able to comprehend his words because the feeling of being completely and utterly clouded all of your senses. He continued to roll his hips against yours, his cock dragging against your walls as he did. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve thought about this,” he muttered. “I’d see you walking around the territory all shy, keeping your eyes low so that people wouldn’t approach you and all I could think about was that you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and how much I wanted to fuck you with my knot.”

“Mmm, knot,” you slurred, making Taehyung smile because of course knot was the word that you caught. 

“I’d watch you with the pups, teaching them and being so gentle and patient with them and my only thought would be about how I wanted to fuck some pups of my own into you so that you could be their mother,” he groaned, his hips stuttering slightly when he felt your walls clench around him like a vice grip. “Oh, you want that? Want Alpha to give you some pups?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned wantonly, moving your own hips so that you were fucking back onto him. “Want your cum, want a pup.”

“I’ll give it to you baby,” he swore as he began to fuck you faster. “Alpha will give you anything you want.”

“W-want you,” you whined as you felt your orgasm quickly building back up again. 

“You have me baby,” he chuckled deeply. “You always have, I think.”

“A-alpha, g-gonna c-c-come,” you managed to utter as your body moved up and down the bed, the force of Taehyung fucking you literally moving you on the bed. 

“Go ahead so that I can knot you gorgeous,” he encouraged you. You reached down and set your fingertips on your clit, only managing to make two circles on it before you were coming. Your thighs spasmed and clutched around Taehyung’s waist, the rest of your body shaking on the bed from how forceful your orgasm was. 

“T-Tae,” you whimpered, your body shivering even after the crest of your orgasm had passed. Taehyung leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your face that were in stark contrast to how he was still fucking you. 

“So good for me baby,” he whispered. “Came so prettily for me.”

“Kiss me,” you pleaded weakly and he just smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. The force coming from how hard he was thrusting into you caused your mouth to fall open and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue inside, exploring around.

You literally felt his cock pulse inside of you and before you could pull away in order to ask, ropes of his cum flooded into you. His knot inflated immediately afterwards, making you moan as it forced its’ way inside of you. 

“Holy shit Y/N-ah,” he panted as he hid his face in your neck, collapsing on top of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Me either,” you admitted with a giggle. “I loved it though.”

“Me too,” he muttered as he pulled himself up so that he could look down at you. “I know this is probably a weird thing to ask given what we just got finished doing, but you accept the fact that you’re my mate right?”

“Tae, of course,” you smiled. “My Omega would hate me if I rejected you and you know our wolf side doesn’t lie.”

“I guess I just wanted to know if it was as strong for you as it was for me,” he mumbled and you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look down at you. 

“You’re my mate Kim Taehyung,” you told him. “I knew it and felt it the moment that you gave me your wrist and I smelled your scent.”

“I knew it too,” he smiled. “I’ll give you your bite in the morning, I’m just too tired right now.”

“No complaints from me,” you laughed. “Coming so hard can definitely take a lot out of a person.” Taehyung then laid his head down on your chest and you reached up, setting your hands in his hair as you began to play with the sweaty strands.

“I’m so glad that my Alpha chose you,” he muttered sleepily and you could feel the goofy smile spread onto your face before you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“Me too Tae,” you sighed in contentment. “Me too.”

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Best Of Us

Chapter 3: Kim Namjoon

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

Chapter Edited

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“Mom! Stop squishing my cheeks.” You complain, the night sky was peaking through the kitchen curretens, your wet hair falling around your cheeks as your mother cooed to your face. Her eyes close as she made a kissy face at you, making you let out a gasp pushing her away as you two let out giggles. You were lucky to be able to go home on time, your mom picking you up just as Jin left, a small wave towards you had your mother tensing as she looked at you. You Let her know who he was and her chest released a breath as she then teased you about how handsome he was, though her body tensed again when she took a deep breath in. Explaining further what happened she nodded, though still tense with the Alpha scent swirling around the two of you.

But now you’re showered, one of your fathers collage thin long sleeve t shirts, covers your torso, basketball shorts on your legs she was relaxed. She was in almost matching attire, though she was sporting one of his plain black shirts, one he wore all the time, so soft you could almost feel it without even touching. Her hair in a bun make up still on, though her lips stain was smudged on her chin, a red stain mushing with her foundation only a little. Her mascara rubbed under her eye, she always hold such a soft caring character. Though a beta, her mothering sometimes reassembled ones of Omegas, or so you heard.

“But my pup is just so cute.” You felt your cheeks flush at the nickname she teases you with the nickname, the one Yoongi had used when speaking to you. It was odd, unprofessional though it didn’t come from some type of dominant drive plan, no it came from a soft place one of kindness, foundess maybe. It had your heart pounding. The worst part about it, you knew they could hear it, and that your mother right now could somewhat hear the difference.

“Mom, I’m not a pup anymore.” She rolls her eyes, turning back to the steamer to check if the dumplings were done, smiling at the way the steam lifted in the air. The smell of pork and veggies has you stomach crawling, the sound of it gurgling had her laughter fill the small kitchen of your home.

“You may not be a pup, but you still love your mama's cooking like one.” She giggles as you let out a whine from the teasing, your body moving quickly to the table. As you sat she moves and dished some rice, placing it down as she also placed a couple dumplings sitting in her spot as she placed the steamer in front of you. You hand opening the lid, chopstick grabbing the first, shoveling the hot, chewy ball of dough and meat into your mouth. Making you huff out as you do from the heat. “You are gonna burn your mouth, Y/n.” She scolds, a smile on her face as you frown at her, cheeks stuffed as you swallow.

“Can’t help you’re cooking is just so good. It’s unfair women.” You grumble, taking a mouth full of rice as she smiles at you.

“Just eat.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” As you eat, the soft silence that surrounds you makes you feel safe and at home. Her occasionally placing a veggie on your rice or guiding them into your mouth, pointing, sliding the glass of water towards you made you feel taken care off. It comforted your tired mind, your omega feeling safe. A purr leaving your chest when she stood up and ran her hand through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Eyes closing as she smiles, happy she can bring you comfort after a most likely stressful day. Knowing she’d have to do it tomorrow, and the day after that, yet it brought her comfort as well. Knowing she can do what you father once did, even in her own way.

“Tried?” She asks, making you nod, she watches as your chewing slows as her fingers massage your scalp, her smile growing as she stops making you start whining at her. “Oh hush, now did these Alphas treat you okay, you just said you split coffee on yourself, nothing else.

“Very.” One worded response had her huffing, rolling her eyes as she bumps your shoulder with her hip as she picks up the now empty steamer, placing it back on the counter.

“I would like a better response, especially since you showed up in my car with one of their tops on.” You blush, eyes opening as you take a gulp of your water hand gripping the glass tightly as you nod slowly.

“Yeah Mr.Jung offered it to me since my shirt was soaking and I just never got the chance to change back into it after it dried, though the coffee stain did make it hard to want to change back.”

“And not his scent?”

“He’s mated, to Mr. Min and their omega.” Your words had her freeze rinsing the dishes, nodding slowly as you let out a soft hum.

“A trio? Huh I think I did read somewhere that they were one, just didn’t look into it.”

“I had no idea, and I felt stupid.” Your mumbled words head her throwing her head back with a laugh making you pout at her.

“Your stupid? You know who you are, right?” Nodding she looked at you, turning to face you hand resting on her hip making you cross your arms over your belly, sweater paw hands. “You are one of the smartest people I know, that I bet that Bambam and Lisa know. So never doubt yourself, “

“It was just a comment.” You mumbled, looking down at your sock covered feet, she tuts as you look up at her.

“Just a comment? Yeah from you, it was not just a comment. You undermine yourself every day, now go brush your teeth and go to bed. Work never waits for you.”

As you exit the elevator, the sound of your heels clicking against the tile, coffee already in hand. Placing the coffee holder on the desk next to an already wide awake Jin, he smiles at you, you walking towards Yoongi's door. As you did you saw a body leave, though Hoseok's shirt that was hanging in the curve of your arm, seeming to catch the man's eye as he let out a growl. Going up to you, making you shrink back. Though the sweet smell of pears mixing with peaches had your head spinning, and your scent or maybe your movements had the man freezing. He shakes it off, hand reaching front he top as he growls at you.

“Why do you have my mates' shirt?” You stan frozen, lips parted as you let out a whimper, Yoongi's door opening as he let out a whistle catching the man's attention.

“Both of you are in here now.” Following his orders with a nod, the two of you walk in though you make sure the Omega, their third, their mate was first inside, waiting for him to move. As Yoongi sees the pitch black Americano in your hand he gives you a smile and takes it, making the Omega male growl. “Namjoon, knock it off.”

“She had Hoseok's shirt.” Namjoon whines, with a stomp making Yoongi roll his eyes, hand slipping to the back of his neck making Namjoon poute drop into a droopy smile. You awkwardly play with the jacket sleeve having decided to wear a hoodie, your fathers hoodie, instead of a blazer though you were in a black button down and black slacks. Still professional, yet you felt more comfortable. Though right now, you felt the opposite of that. You tried to control your scent, though your distress must’ve captured their attention.

“Y/n don’t worry about my little one over here, he’s just possessive after his..uh heat.” You nod slowly, not really in a position to say that you understand. Cause you didn’t. You understood the heat part, but being possessive of someone , no clue. You had no one. So all you could understand was the pain of being alone, the depression that came after a heat. That's all you know.

“That fine..I guess I understand.” You mumble,  your hand only tightened around your wrist, Namjoons eyes lingering as you play with your jackets.

“Sure you do, I don’t smell alpha on you. See she co-”

“Namjoon, you have no right to get like this. You agreed to her being our intren. So knock it off.”

“Hyu-”

“I’m just gonna go get to wo-”

“You’re working with me today, sit.” You take a breath in, eyes widening as you look to the chair he gestured at. Slowly moving, eyes staying to the ground, knowing the two mates where glaring at one another, you hear the Omega huff

“Then I’m staying.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” You sat down, just as you watched Namjoon throw himself on an identical couch that was in Hoseok office. In fact the office was pretty much identical though the walls were an off blue grey tone. Your body moved the jacket off, placing it on your lap, wishing your father's scent was still lingering on the fabric. Though very few pieces of fabrics at the home smelt like him, his bedsheets, his mattress, even his pillow. That's pretty much all of it. You left all these objects to your mother. Blinking slowly at the ipad, your ipad sat in front of you on a case, a keyboard connecting as you look to Yoongi.

“So you are gonna go through these complaints on our newest product and find the most common complaints, problems there are.” Nodding you fall into your work mode, hand moving to the keyboard, opening email after email, making a list of every complaint.

Hours passed,your body now almost completely hunched over, eyes dazed as you pull back and let out a yawn. Hand moving to kneaded at the jacket in your lap. Your eyes reading over yet another dramatic complaint  over the price of the product, making you huff. Jin had brought you your coffee once he realized you weren’t coming back, it was snow empty resting behind your ipad, Yoongi's cup was next to it. Namjoon had huffed, and puffed for the first hour, scrolling through his phone but now he was on his own laptop, bobbing his head.

You had finally gotten a good look at him. His hair was an ash blonde, though the roots were dark. His eyes were the lightest brown out of the three, rounded cheeks and board shoulders. He wasn’t what useal male omegas looked like, though he did have features like an omega. His hips were widers, and his thighs thick, but you could tell, even under the large black sweater, he was muscular. Just like his mates. He had even dimples, fucking dimples. When Yoongi had called for him, a smile had blinded you when he skipped to the desk, and sat on top of Yoongi's lap. As if to gloat. But the extra, dramatic smile dropped when he saw how happy you looked at the two.  A small, welcoming smile falling on his lips as he kissed his mate and got back up moving back to the couch.

That was over an hour ago, you were now feeling sitting for four hours straight catching up to you, the back pain that had only started to happen after the accident, was spiking up your back. The muscles around your spine tense, spassuming making you reach back, eyes closing as you massage at the area. A soft grunt passing your lips making Namjoons eyes snap up, Yoongi's eyes trailing over to you as you tried to adjust yourself in your seat. Failing.

“Everything okay Y/n?”  Namjoon asked, headphones sliding down his head, around his neck. You look at him, giving him a slightly painful smile as you nod, then shrug.

“Eh, back is killing me.”

“Period?” He wonders, making you look at him with a head tilt, wondering how a stranger could be so bold. “What I know is female, no matter what sub gender, get them. It is what helps you guys..be..get pregnant. I..sorry if it was too personal.”

“No, just..it wasn’t..just not used to stanger caring.” You mumble eyes drifting back to your emails, silence falling back between the three of you. When you straighten your back, sharp pain makes you stand as you let out a whine. “Fucking hell..sorry.” You whisper, hand falling to your lower back as Yoongi looks at you with wide eyes. Namjoon is already at your side as you look at him, comfort. All you felt was comfort as his hand met your lower back.

“Are you sure it's not your period? I've read that female' omegas hips move up to that age twenty-five. It could be that.” he mumbled making you blush as  you shake your head, taking a deep breath. Feeling comfort at his warm hand against your back.

“Yeah it’s not that..I..I got in a really bad car accident my freshman year of college, been messed up ever since.” Your words caused worry to etch on his face as he looked at you then down to the chair you were in.

“No lumbar support probably doesn’t help any damage that was caused, Yoongi what the heck she's worked for you for two days and you already are causing problems for her.” he mumbles, making your eyes wide as Yoongi let out a growl.

“It’s not like I knew about this, if I did I would’ve gotten things to help her. Can you stop touching her.” His words had Namjoon growling, bringing you closer to his side, making you stumble, his hand working the muscle cramp, made you lean into him. “Now, Namjoon.”

“No. Omegas help, and I rather do this then you or Hoseok, or even Jin. “ His words were filled with growls, hand pressing against your back moving you towards the couch.

“Namjoon.”

“Yoongi.” You look to see your boss now pouting, as the Omega had you sit down on the couch, hand moving against you back as Yoongi sighed. Picking up the jacket from the ground making you stand and growl, rushing to grab it as you let out a whine once you realized what you did.

“Sorry..it’s..it was my dads.” You mumble clutching it to your chest. Yoongi's glare fell at your broken words as you took a breath and looked at him. “I think...I think i’m gonna finish going through the emails out there with Jin.” You mumbled, grabbing you things, quickly scurrying out of the room. You had felt so comfortable, way too comfortable in fact. You had growled at Yoongi, had let Namjoon, a stranger touch your back. His scent now lingering around and on you as you exit. The two watching eyes wide, following after you. Worry etched in their eyes, but also confusion filling them.

Both wondering why they wanted you back, wanting you to be wrapped in their arms, dripping in their scents, your scent of freshly baked cookies mixed with chocolate had their mouths watering. It was driving them insane. Wondering why seeing the tears in your eyes hurt them. 

Yet when their eyes met, it all made sense.

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Piss Boy Peter - Tom Holland

When you’re best friends, sometimes the lines are blurred and feelings can be confused, but all it takes is one moment for Tom to realize he’s utterly in love with you.

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 2.5k+

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“Hey, Mrs. Nikki! It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever! How have you been?” you gushed as you hugged the woman you would very much consider to be your second mother tightly in your arms. She rolled her eyes playfully at you before chuckling to herself.

“Y/n, you can just call me Nikki now. No need for the other part,” she grinned beautifully before continuing, “I’ve been good, sweetheart. We haven’t seen you in almost three years but we’re all so proud of you for graduating college early. I know how hard you’ve worked but we did miss you. The boys are somewhere around here.” As soon as her words were finished, the familiar pitter-patter of paws clicked against the hardwood flooring as one Tessa Holland came running up to you.

“Hi Tess!” you squealed while you bent down to let the pup show you how much she loved you. “I think you missed me the most, isn’t that right Tess?” you asked her as if she would speak right back to you. Her wide grin and generous licks told you that she did in fact miss you as she hopped into your lap while you petted her.

“Well, I don’t know about that. I think it might’ve been Tom,” Nikki piped up as she walked into the kitchen while the frowning boy appeared from the hallway.

“Mum,” he whined as if you did not already know he missed you the most. His red cheeks could be spotted from a mile away.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Tom. You are my best friend. You’re supposed to miss me the most.” He rolled his eyes and bent down to pet the incredibly happy dog who sat in front of you too.

“Tessa, what am I gonna do? I thought we got rid of her and now she’s back,” the boy joked as he talked to who he called his best girl, but he knew that Tessa was his second-best girl, and you were first.

“Oh, I can go back to The States if you’d like? I’m sure I’m missed over there a lot more than I am over here it seems,” you scoffed in faux annoyance and hurt which caused the boy to snicker. There was a reason he was the actor out of the two of you.

“Get over here, you div,” he told you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his embrace. However, since you both were on your knees just petting Tessa, you both toppled over onto the floor and Tessa wasted no time in joining the party as she wiggled her way between you and Tom. Your laughter sounded throughout the home as you two shared a tight embrace which was soon interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Harry!” you stated excitedly before getting up off Tom to give the boy a hug. You grew up around this family, so you were pretty close to them all and you had seen Tom a couple of times since you’ve come back to London. This was your first time seeing Harry in a year when he and Tom came to visit you during the week between your spring semester ending and your summer classes starting. The curly-headed boy let out a small ‘oof’ when your body collided with his, but he was quick to wrap his arms around you.

“Hey y/n,” he spoke above you as you swayed back and forth before pulling away to see Sam right behind him.

“Oh my God, Sam! Hi!” you shouted and gave him a big, long hug.

It had been three years since you saw the rest of the Holland’s. You got an amazing offer at a college in the US and had to go but that meant being away from your home, your friends, and your best friend, Tom. Tom had endured many phone calls where you were homesick and crying but he always assured you that London and all who inhabit it will be waiting for you when you get done. Thankfully, he came over there a good bit for filming purposes and he would always make sure to schedule a few days before and after and sometimes in between filming to spend time with you. Those days were the ones you treasured and held close to your heart, and you wouldn’t have been able to stay away if they hadn’t happened. And yes, you could’ve come back in the summers, but you decided to get it all done at once, taking summer classes and cutting a year off to graduate in three years instead of four.

“Y/n, how are you?” Sam asked as he pulled you away to look at you, a wide smile plastering his features at the sight. As you two kept up a conversation, Harry nudged Tom with his elbow.

“How long are you gonna stare at her, mate?” his younger brother inquired causing Tom to rip his gaze from you and look elsewhere.

“I just can’t believe she’s back,” he muttered before squatting back down to play with Tess, missing the eye roll and head shake from Harry.

“You losers ready to play some kickball?” Paddy shouted as he trotted down the stairs, stopping when he saw you and then running to give you a hug.

“Well hello to you too Padster,” you giggled while reciprocating the hug from the youngest Holland brother.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me she was coming?” he asked, arms still around you as he looked to his brothers.

“They didn’t know except for your mom who I texted like fifteen minutes before I came, but did you say kickball? You know I’d love to play if you let me,” you questioned and by the way the boy’s eyes lit up and he profusely nodded his head, you took that as a yes before he began to head outside. Sam and Harry followed but Tom hung back. “Are you not coming?”

“I’ll be out there in a bit,” he stated which was kinda weird seeing as he was normally so eager to get out and play with his brothers. Your brows furrowed and the mop of brown curls sighed. “Well, if you’re going to make me say it, I have to take a piss. Would you like to come along?”

“Ew no. Keep all that to yourself,” you grimaced before turning to the dog whose eyes flitted from you to Tom. “Come on Tess. Let’s go play outside,” you told her as you patted your leg to get her to follow. “See you out there in a bit, piss boy!” you yelled, closing the back door behind you.

“Hey piss boy,” he heard the soft voice of his mother snicker when she popped out of the kitchen, beckoning him over with the wave of her hand. He obliged and sat down on the stool across from her as she worked at making some tea for you all. “So, I bet you’re excited now that y/n is back,” she spoke up to start a conversation with her son. She has been talking to Harry a little recently about Tom possibly liking you more than a best friend. Harry confirmed her suspicions that it wasn’t too wild of an accusation so of course, she was going to be a little nosy and try to at least get Tom to hint at it. What a meddler mothers are.

“Well yeah. She’s my best friend and as much fun as she did have over there, she called me all the time crying because she missed London and her family and friends. I hate seeing or hearing her cry,” he spoke as he played with the hem of his shirt.

“So, she had a bit of fun, yeah? Did she meet anyone?” Nikki prodded on.

“She made some new friends that I know she’s gonna miss but she said that some of them are coming over here at the end of the month. Cam and Avery I think were their names. Cam was her freshman year roommate and then they met Avery one night at the library and the three hit it off,” Tom explained what he knew to his mum. He actually met Cam when he visited you, but Avery was never around when he was.

“So, she didn’t meet any new guys or anything?”

“Avery is a guy but they’re just friends as far as I know,” Tom told his mother as his eyes found the window and gazed out it to see you on the ground being attacked with loving licks from Tessa. He just couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto his lips at the view.

“What about you and her?” his mum interjected, effectively interrupting his trance on you.

“Me and her?” he inquired with a furrowed brow while his eyes found his mother once more. He didn’t understand what she was trying to get at.

“Yeah, you and y/n. Are you two together or do you look at all your friends that way?” she grinned to herself while busying herself with the tea. Heat rushed to his cheeks, and he shook his head immediately.

“N-no, we are just friends. Nothing more,” he mumbled as he let his face fall into his hands.

“But you want to be more?” she continued while Tom let out a sigh, his eyes wandering out the window again. You had gotten up now, Tessa right behind you, and you were walking over to where Paddy was with the ball. Your head snapped up to face Harry when he said something apparently funny and you threw your head back in laughter.

You looked so ethereal in that moment. Little pieces of grass in your hair thanks to Tessa rolling you around in it, a wide genuine and shining smile so radiant it was almost blinding, your shirt was kind of wonky since you were on the ground earlier and you had not bothered to fix it yet, but he liked the way it was sitting on your body beautifully. Everything about you and everything you did, the way you did it, was so captivating. You had Tom wrapped around your little finger and didn’t even know it. He had it bad for you and he hadn’t realized until now. His feelings for you, his true feelings that he could deny no longer, hit him like a freight train in that moment.

“Oh my God, Mum, I think I’m in love with her,” Tom whispered in shock as his wide brown eyes met her face which wore a knowing look.

“Darling, I’ve known that for years. I was just waiting for you to realize it.”

“Do you think she’ll like me back?” he pondered while his mother let out a laugh.

“Yes, just as I’ve seen you swooning over her for years, I’ve seen her doing the same for a while now too. Of course, she will like you back,” she reassured her son before looking out the window at her boys playing around. “She’s coming in, so I’ll leave you two.” His mother took off to somewhere else in the house as you walked in.

“What are you doing? I thought you were coming out after the bathroom,” you asked as you sat down on the seat next to his. Right then, you noticed something was off. You could feel it.

“Yeah, Mum and I just got to talking,” he stated, not giving you any sort of clue as to what was going through that brain of his. All you knew is that you wanted to help him.

“Hey,” you spoke softly as your hand reached out for his, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I- yeah, we were just… uh, can I ask you something?” Now, you were definitely worried. Tom was only a stutterer when he was nervous and why he was nervous in your presence was beyond you.

“Um yeah always. What’s up?” You watched his eyes dart around the room before they landed on his own that rested in his lap, yours held between them.

“This is gonna sound weird, but- Fuck, I’m just going to say it. Do you wanna go out with me?” Hopeful yet cautious brown eyes gazed at you while the breath was knocked out of you.

“Like as your fake girlfriend to get you out of something or for real?” You had to be sure. You could not let your heart go into the fake thing again believing it was real. You did that once and you were heartbroken afterward.

“Something real. Y/n, I like you as more than a friend, more than a best friend. I don’t want to hide it anymore,” he confessed those words you’ve waited to hear for ages while hiding the small grin trying to show on your face before you spoke up again.

“Tom… I don’t know how to say this,” you started, still trying to mask your smile.

“You’re with Avery,” he assumed which you thought was a wild presumption but let it slide.

“Harry asked me out while we were outside.” Tom’s eyes widened and brows shot up. Well, he certainly did not expect that.

“I- uh, what? Really? I had no idea he felt that way,” he tried to play it off. He was never one to impose on his brothers like that and if Harry liked you, then he would for sure back away and let him have his shot with you. Tom would get used to just being your best friend. He’s done it for years so he could continue if need be. Then, you finally let your grin show before you burst into a fit of laughter. His raised brows lowered then furrowed, completely confused with the situation before him as you were doubled over giggling.

“No dumbass, but that’s what you get for making me wait so long,” you breathed out through your chuckles, watching the color return to Tom’s face and a feeble smile show itself on those thin lips you loved so dearly.

“O-oh, sorry,” he laughed nervously along with you before actually processing your words. “Wait, you like me back?”

You nodded your head while rolling your eyes at his stupidity. Wasn’t it painfully obvious? “Yes, I like you back, piss boy, and I will gladly go out with you too. Now, will you come out and play with us?” Well, how could he say no when you asked so nicely?

“Yeah, let’s go.” So, he got up first, you following him out to where the boys were, and you watched as he did a little skip before walking up to Paddy.

“So that’s where Peter Parker gets it from,” you wondered aloud when Sam came up behind you.

“He did the skip, didn’t he?” he asked before you nodded to answer his question.

“So, he made a move, and it went well?” Harry popped up on your other side.

“Yes, he did. He’s a lot more like him than people realize,” you mentioned when Tessa found your side again and watched everyone getting ready to play.

“Maybe, but he is no genius,” Harry quipped, causing laughter to erupt from you and Sam.

“Hey, I heard that!”

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what to expect when you’re expecting || c.yj.

alternatively known as: the one where youngjae gets a significant other because coco got knocked up pairing: youngjae x dog owner!reader genres/AUs: fluff, humour, crack, strangers to (brief) enemies to friends to lovers (so basically all the tropes ldkfjsk) warnings: animal pregnancy and consequently animal labour a/n: do I know what this is?? no. am I subjecting the internet to this anyway?? yes. enjoy!! also this was heavily inspired by @gtsvnbys bc her au’s have the cutest titles + plots

ok so first things first, we all know youngjae would literally die for coco

like the man literally dedicated a youtube channel to making her food and bath bombs

a 13/10 devoted father to his princess

and you happen to know youngjae!! 

not bc he’s ‘choi youngjae, vocalist of got7′, but because he’s miss coco’s dad

and because you always ended up at the dog park at the same time as them

your new menace��pup, bagel, was coco’s resident bff!! that also managed to get her pregnant oops use protection kids

this probably wouldn’t have happened if youngjae hadn’t smiled so brightly you thought he was the sun and got drawn in

and it definitely wouldn’t have happened it your laugh didn’t literally sound like a whole symphony to him

and it 100% could have been stopped if you guys weren’t basically flirting so hard the rest of the dog owners were placing bets on when you two would get together

so it’s definitely a shared blame but like,, for good reason

n e ways

ur chillin at home doin whatever it is u do and then youngjae texts you the randomest thing??? 

“u owe me CHILD SUPPORT”

so obviously you call him because what the heck does that even MEAN

and he is P I S S E D. like you thought he was sunshine?? get this man angry and he will give you a goddamn sunburn

turns out,, when owners are distracted,,,,,,, ur dogs can get up to some Interesting Things(tm)

so any chances of wooing youngjae?? are gone

“who doesn’t get there dog neutered?! you can’t just do what you want, life has consequences!!” “me???? you’re the one who brought your FERTILE DOG to a dog park in the middle of her heat!!” “well at least my dog is a LADY and knows how to keep it in her pants unlike some heathens” “JOKES ON YOU HE DOESN’T EVEN WEAR PANTS”

and okay youngjae in protective dad mode is really hot bUT he also just called your baby a heathen so FRIENDSHIP OVER >:(

“He thinks he’s so high and mighty because he treats his dog like a prissy princess like who does he think he is??” - you, ranting to bagel as you watch soap opera reruns at night

“I can’t believe they would be irresponsible and not neuter their dog, this is exactly why I tell you that you deserve more than anyone can give you” - youngjae, holding coco up to his eye level and ranting about bagel

This feud goes on for a while

Dogs are only pregnant for two and a half months and you two have spent the last month throwing snarky comments about anything and everything

And I do mean EVERYTHING

“Oh look, it’s the impregnation prince” “hey bagel, how would you feel if I decked your baby mama’s dad hm?” “That’s setting a GREAT example for the kids” “maybe coco will learn some self defence skills since your only experience comes from naruto” “HEY”

And this doesn't just happen with words

You end up finding out you two shop at the same stores

Youngjae, looking straight at you while grabbing the last box of your favourite cereal: whoops.

In retaliation you put a 3kg box of cucumbers in his cart when he’s not paying attention

Both of you arguing over the last bottle of soy sauce and the poor store worker is like “I don’t get paid enough for this shit”

The only reason you even stopped is because,,,,,,you miss him

You miss the way he would smile at all the puppies in the park and how he would get excited with you about fake dog drama

“can you BELIEVE that pepito cheated on kimchi with sagwa?? The AUDACITY smh”

And youngjae wants to hear your laugh again after he makes dumb jokes to break the ice

“What do you call a dog magician? A labracadabrador!”

So the next time you see him as you’re walking bagel, you tell him that you want to call a truce

“I will admit that it’s partially my fault for not keeping a closer eye on him but I’m tired of fighting all the time. Look at how happy they are together!”

And you finally see his smile and it feels like the sun is shining again and all is right in the world

But Youngjae still believes you owe him child support!!

So for the next month and a half, you end up really getting to know not only coco but Youngjae too

You guys go to coco’s doctor’s appointments, spend time at his apartment looking through puppy names, and you guys even make home made doggy treats!!

“this looks like coco’s poop” “oh my god ew you’re right”

“coco-yah, give appa a kiss!!” “she just wants the sweet potato” “sssshhhh”

It’s a ton of fun, and then in walks.........mark tuan. also known as coco’s absentee dad

Youngjae invites Mark to one of your park outings and he brings Milo who is so energetic and cute!!

And mark introduces himself to you like “hi, I’m mark! You must be youngjae’s s/o, he talks about you all the time” while youngjae and you just break out into denial

“omg mark ur so funny hahahahahsleepwithoneeyeopentonighthahahah” 

Mark: “you guys literally go on dog park dates” youngjae: “it’s called being a responsible parent, you wouldn’t know that though” mark: looks into the camera like he’s on the office

Honestly you think nothing of it, youngjae is just your friend whose dog happens to be the mother of your grandchildren :^)

And yes, ok, MAYBE youngjae had talked about you bUT it was mostly about coco and bagel mark’s just hyperfixating no he’s not youngjae has a PHAT crush

But one night you’re over at his, letting bagel and coco have some bonding time while you watch Hotel for Dogs, and it starts raining

The dogs are asleep, the light of the TV is hitting Youngjae’s face as he tries not to cry at the scene in front of you and the only thing you’re thinking is “I’m so glad my dog got your dog pregnant, because I don’t think I’d want to do this with anyone else”

But what you also don't notice is that when you're falling asleep on Youngjae's shoulder at the end of the movie he's thinking the exact same thing

Well not exactly

He's more thinking "I'm so glad I get to be here with you, even if your dog did get my princess pregnant" while staring at you with the softest smile on his face

anyway one night it’s like 3AM or something and you’re asleep, as one would expect

but your phone keeps buzzing and ur like ‘dear whatever higher power exists please let this insanity stop’

and it does!!

until someone starts caLLING

and at this point ur just fed up so you answer the phone and ur like “idc WHO THIS IS it is thREE IN THE DAMN MORNING so you BETTER have a good fuckin reason for calling” until u realize it’s youngjae practically SCREECHING in panic mode on the other end

“whERE ARE YOU COCO IS HAVING THE BABIES RIGHT N O W”

the moment u hear this ur like “OK DON’T MOVE I’LL BE THERE ASAP” and running out the door in ur pjs with like mismatching shoes and scooping up bagel like “don’t freak out but ur about to be a dad” but all he does is lick ur nose and smile and u curse urself for owning a cutie patootie pup

with your phone in one hand and bagel’s leash in the other you’re trying to get youngjae to stop panicking and then you hear someone in the background yell “dude tell your s/o to hurry up” and your only thought is EXCUSE ME?? S/O?????

but this mf doesn’t even DENY it, he just yells back “SHUT UP THEY’RE ALREADY ON THEIR WAY” and you’re just like slkdjfljs????? Coco is having babies we will deal with this Later(tm) while telling Youngjae to hurry up and let you into his apartment

He lets you in and as you get to the door, Youngjae opens it and it is.........a hot mess

Coco’s in a cardboard box, there’s some sort of clear liquid in a puddle on the floor, you can hear a dryer going on in the background, and Youngjae is wearing an old anime tshirt with bright pink pjs and has like floofy bed head with his glasses sliding down his nose bridge but STILL manages to look like a goddamn snack??? 

but again, you have next to no time because bagel basically jumps out of your arms and pulls you to coco and Youngjae is talking your ear off

“there’s water in her bowl, I’ve got blankets in the dryer, the internet said to have dental floss in case we need to tie an umbilical cord, oh shit we need to call the vet oh my god how could I for-"

The only way to cut him off is to literally grab him by the shoulders and shake him

But you also very lightly push his glasses back up on his nose and fix his hair while teasing him

"You have to be presentable when you meet your grandchildren for the first time ^.^"

When I tell you this man's heart BURSTS!!!!!

But he can't do anything about it right now because "hey dude I've got the vet on the phone, when did coco start going into labour?"

So you do the only thing you know how to do: you make sure your babies are okay

Youngjae is monitoring coco like his life depends on it and you are making sure bagel isn't destroying anything he shouldn't be near and youngjae's brother is in the background like should I go back to bed now orrrrrr

You're too focused on trying to get youngjae to keep calm that you don't even notice the fact that you two are A: holding hands and B: youngjae has been low key sniffing your hair to keep him grounded because he likes the scent of your shampoo

You're literally this man's rock right now because he is dying of panic and the next 15 minutes are truly life changing

As it turns out, coco isn't a princess. she's a QUEEN.

She gives birth to three adorable little babies with no complications, who are named coffee (because coffee and bagel), puff (because coco puffs), and donut (because it's like a coco flavoured bagel)!!

After all is said and done, the pups are nursing and bagel and coco look so happy together

You're wondering what's next for you two, especially because you're still holding hands but now it's because neither of you want to let go oops

"I've had like three hours of sleep in the past week because I couldn't stop thinking about this happening so allow me a moment to be absolutely insane" he rushes out as you look at him

You nod slowly because you can kind of see where he's going but also it's still 5:30 in the morning and you guys just helped deliver 3 puppies so your mind is still kind of frazzled

And when youngjae presses his lips to yours,,,,,, your heart and your brain go ASFHKLJHKLK

And you pull away because h u h but also youngjae looks absolutely terrified but neither of you can stop giggling because wow I can't believe we just did that

"I'm sorry I wasn't think-" "youngjae?” “I know I should have asked but-” “less apologizing more kissing please" "I can do that"

Am I saying you spend the next few hours kissing and watching over your dogs instead of sleeping?? yes. Do you end up crashing at like noon and missing coco’s emergency post-partum appointment and get woken up by his brother paparazzi-ing you two for blackmail purposes?? also yes.

[holylulusworld]

When we collide

Summary: What happens when not one but two super-soldiers want to claim you?

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader, Sam Wilson

Warnings: angst, true mates, ABO dynamics, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of claiming, breeding kink, two Alpha’s one Omega, threesome, heat, oral (male receiving), language, consensual degrading (calling names), mentions of spanking, hair pulling, dominant Alpha’s, violence, blood, injured reader

A/N: This is the alternative version of Ours I wrote first. I fixed a few scenes and decided to post it too. You can read that one and the sequel Yours & Mine will still fit in. 

“Please, stop!” Desperate you try to part the angry Alpha’s. The moment Steve saw you talk to his friend and ally he attacked him right away.

For months the same game went on. Both Alpha’s tried to get your attention but suddenly, none of them spared you a glance. You were confused and hurt, kept your distance to them too, even refused to talk to them.

Now the fight over you started anew and you fear the angry Alpha’s could hurt each other badly to prove who’s stronger.

“Guys stop fighting. You are frightening her.” Sam tries to part the angry Alpha’s. “Steve, look at her! Y/N is suffering for months thanks to both of you.”

While Steve tries to tackle Bucky, you shriek and both Alpha’s stop in their tracks. You tried to part them and stumbled over your bag only to land on your knees.

“Shit, Y/N.” When you try to get up you feel Sam’s hand grasp for you. “Look what you did to her once again. Hitting on her for months, then ignoring her and now this…” Pointing toward the angry Alpha’s Sam shakes his head.

“We…” Steve gasps seeing the blood run down your knee. “Omega, Y/N…” Letting go of Bucky, Steve rushes to your side, cradling your face as the man he was fighting seconds ago work with him in sync.

While Steve carefully picks you up to place you onto the couch Bucky presses a band-aid to your knee.

“Shh…I’ve got you Y/N. I will take care of you.” Nuzzling your cheek Steve purrs, smiling as a low mewl leaves your lips.

“She’s mine…” Bucky determines while his friend is busy to bury his head into your neck to inhale your scent deeply. He’s purring low in his throat, and the vibrations go straight to your core.

“Yours?” Steve’s head snaps into Bucky’s direction. Before you can blink Steve tackles his friend, drags him away from your trembling form. “I won’t share her! She’s mine.”

“Stevie, you can’t just keep her to yourself.” Teeth gritted, eyes almost glowing Bucky lunges forward to fist Steve’s shirt. “I’ll make sure she’s mine.”

“Not again, guys. Just calm down and have a look around the room!” Sam sighs as both Alpha’s are busy to snarl into his direction. “Seriously, you have to go to therapy. How about some anger management?”

“Leave this to us.” Steve clenches his jaw, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes as he slams his fist into his friend’s face. Your screams echo through the room but the Alpha’s are too distracted by their fight to watch you get up on wobbling legs.

“She’s mine, not yours…” Bucky fights back, hitting Steve’s jaw hard enough with his metal fist to make him stumble. “Hands off!”

“Please…stop! BOTH OF YOU STOP!” Screaming on the top of your lungs you try to make them stop fighting each other but the Alpha’s are lost in their instinct, so you do the only thing coming to your mind, faking you are in pain.

“Ow…it hurts…” Whimpering you touch your knee with shaking fingers and Steve is by your side in a blink. His hand clumsily presses a band-aid to your knee while Bucky rummages in the first aid kit Sam opened to help you.

“Shh…we will make the hurting stop. Stevie and I will take care of you. No more fighting - you are ours.” Bucky purrs, now nuzzling your hair as Steve tries his best to clean your wound.

“Buck, that’s a deep cut and it bleeds heavily. We should bring her to Doctor Cho and make sure she’s not hurting. Y/N needs medical help.” Full Captain now Steve carefully picks you up while Bucky runs toward the door to open it for his friend.

“Y/N, are you hurting? Do you need anything?” Bucky won’t stop asking questions while Steve walks faster toward the medic bay. “We are sorry, doll.”

“You ignored me for weeks, kept your distance and then you start to fight over me again. Why can’t you just leave me be if none of you want me? This is cruel, even for Alpha’s…” Sniffling you refuse to look at Steve or Bucky.

“We didn’t ignore you to hurt you, doll. It was a gentlemen’s agreement to not make a move as we are both interested. Stevie and I tried to forget about you to not ruin our friendship or force you to choose one of us.” Blinking a few times, you let Steve place you onto the bed.

“Choose? Why do I have to choose?” Whining you tug at Steve’s shirt, glancing up at the tall Alpha.

“Well…uh…to decide who will be allowed to claim you one day, Y/N. We wanted to set you free to not put any pressure on you, Omega.” Mumbling the words Steve slides his fingers over your leg.

“What Steve tries to tell you is that we know it was not fair to fight over you. We shouldn’t have acted like animals. You deserve to have one Alpha taking care of you…good care.” Bucky adds and you pout both men.

“I don’t want to choose!” Muttering you toss your shoe at Bucky. “This is my life!”

“That’s the reason we tried to stay away from you. If we keep on fighting over you there’s no other way for you than to choose one of us.” Steve tries to explain once again but you groan at his words.

“You don’t get it! I want you both.” Shrugging you give both men a smirk. “It’s not uncommon for a pack to share their Omega. You two are like brothers, a pack for over 70 years so I could be your Omega…”

“Wait…uh…” Scratching his beard Steve looks down at you while Doctor Cho silently chuckles at the Alpha’s pale face. “You want to get shared in any way?”

“I think that’s what she meant, Stevie. Now be silent for a moment, punk.” Purring Bucky steps closer to bury his face into your neck, licking the soft skin. “I want her…”

“I want her too, Buck. That’s the reason we fought not moments ago. You can’t be the Alpha for her! I want to be her Alpha!”

While the Alpha’s argue once again Doctor Cho silently leaves the room to give you and the angry Alpha’s some privacy.

“Steve just be my Alpha. I want you and I want Bucky.” Licking your lips, you look up at Steve with doe eyes. There’s something dirty on your mind and he snarls before his hand wanders to your thigh to squeeze it tightly.

“Such a feisty Omega, Buck. I think she tries to seduce her Alphas to claim her right here and now. Take her like the dirty girl she is…” Steve is towering over you. Lips curved into a dark smirk he let his hand wander upward to cup your sex.

“Steve…” Grinding against his fingers you gasp as Bucky is busy to nip at your shoulder. “I want you to make me yours during my heat. I can take you both for the first time while being all slick for you.”

“God, tell me it’s due soon…” Bucky groans, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “I want to knot this tight pussy, fill you with my pups and make sure everyone knows you are ours…”

“A week, Bucky. Please, make me yours. Both…”

“I guess, we need to bring her to her room and make sure she knows what she agreed to…”

It’s sweat, slick and dirty noises. While Steve drives wildly into you, calling you his whore Bucky fists your hair to slide down your throat.

Steve and Bucky are rough, dominant and full Alpha while they take you apart. Your ass is bright red, throat sore, just like your whole body but you silently beg Bucky for more as you look up at him with darkened eyes.

Cum fills you once again as Steve snarls your name. Both Alpha’s left their mark on opposite sides of your neck during the first day of your heat. Now you are their girl, their mate and whore at the same time.

While Steve pulls out he gives Bucky a smirk and the brunette slips out of your mouth. “I guess she needs you again. Six are not enough for our girl…”

“OH…god…” Barely able to move a muscle you glance at Steve as Bucky hastily kneels behind you. His cock nudges at your abused hole and you close your eyes as he slides into you with one hard thrust.

“Look at me, Omega. This is what you wanted…right?” Smirking you look up at Steve, nodding eagerly as Bucky pumps into you with long strokes. “I bet you need us all the time. Such a needy slut we have…”

“Punk, stop talking dirty or I blow my load before she comes again.” Mumbling the words Bucky grips your thighs and you cry out as he pokes your cervix. “No way you are not having our pups after your heat.”

Purring you look up at Steve, sticking your tongue out as he taps your lips with his cock.

“Open up for me, doll. Just like that. Such a good girl.” His words are gentle but the way he fists your hair and shoves his cock down your throat makes you clench hard around the Alpha behind you.

“Doll…shit…cum for me…” A scream would echo through the room but Steve’s cock down your throat muffles the sound of your last orgasm. “She’s full of cum again, Stevie…”

“That’s where she belongs Buck, between your and my cock, filled with cum till she smiles happily.” Steve muses and you nod eagerly. “I know you love being full of us. Dirty girl.” Smirking around Steve your bob your head and he purrs in response.

“We love you Y/N, now let’s clean you up.” Cum fills your mouth and you swallow it like the obeyed Omega you are but the dirty grin and the mischief in your eyes tell your Alpha’s you are far from being a ‘good’ girl.

“Look at you, all filled with your Alpha’s spunk. By the end of the week, you are full of pups and we promise…” Bucky grins at you, cupping your chin. “Always full of cock…”

“Now let’s bring her to the bathroom and have a nice bath. I want our Omega relaxed and clean for dinner.” Steve carefully picks you up, mumbling praises and your presentation to ground you. “I love you Y/N, Bucky loves you too. You did so well for your Alpha’s.”

“I love you, Omega. Steve and I will always take care of our best girl. Now relax and we can talk about the future…”

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hide & seek; daveed diggs

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summary: Y/N L/N can´t keep a promise. (sequel to leap frog & hopscotch)

warnings: cushion violence.

fic style: drabble.

word count: 1807

author’s note: this is the third and final drabble from the leap frog series. sorry that it’s kind of short and not really as good as the other two, i’ve got a bit of writer’s block right now. like, i have tons of ideas of what i would like to write but, when i try to write, my brain forgets the whole english dictionary and is just like “qué?”.

It was official. Rafael Casal was going to kill Daveed Diggs and Y/N L/N.

The sun had barely risen an hour ago; the air was still crisp with the chill of the night; some people were just making their way home, exhaustion and last night's makeup painting their face, and there Rafa was stood, phone pressed to his ear whilst his fist banged against the oak door repeatedly. He'd spent fifteen minutes in the very same predicament, alternating between calling Daveed and Y/N. Neither of the two were picking up despite the fact he was sure he could hear their phones ringing from indoors.

It was typical, honestly, for the two to pull such a stunt on him. The poor man was juggling having to worry about his friends whereabouts and his own health, which was progressively slipping away from him as his stress levels grew from having both their close relatives breathing down the back of his neck and questioning him on where exactly the two could have disappeared to.

When they both had first agreed to spending the night apart, Rafa was quick to laugh in their faces and tell them they'd find themselves crawling back to the other by the end of the night. Hell, the two barely survived nights apart brought on by work- Rafa had once walked in to Daveed's hotel room and found him asleep whilst Y/N slept on his propped up phone screen, nothing but FaceTime to unite them during their time apart- so how in the name of Hell would they willingly choose to sleep without one another? The satisfaction of his impending "I told you so" was the only thing keeping Rafa going.

“Screw this." He muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Crouching, Rafa picked up a few of the plant pots that decorated the front porch until he found the hidden key.

Quietly, and carefully, he turned the key in the lock. When the door opened, he pushed through slowly and held his breath, awaiting for it to squeak. A squeak never came, meaning two things: Daveed must have fixed the door and Rafa was safe to continue venturing into the home. Of course, he had to continue with the slowed movements and the careful breathing. The last thing he needed was to wake up the couple's four legged friend, that would only lead to an influx of tail wagging and puppy kisses being branded all over him. No, Rafa had to treat this like the most serious game of hide and seek he'd ever taken part in, on the off chance that Daveed was actually alone. The man was never a morning person, so being the person to wake him up, whether by accident or on purpose, was practically a suicide mission. Add that in with a reminder of the fact he'd (possibly) slept alone, Daveed was not going to be a happy bunny.

Rafa made his way through the living room where his eyes couldn't help but focus on the picture frames scattered along their television unit. They held so many stories, most of which he'd been present for and some he'd just been told about by the couple.

There was the cheesy one of them under some mistletoe on their first Christmas together, where Daveed had accidentally tripped over his own two feet and landed chest first into the cake she'd spent the whole day baking. There was the picture from a Warriors match they'd gone to, where Y/N spent most the night near drooling over the players and Daveed had silently prayed he still had a girlfriend by the end of the game. A candid photo of the both of them at some music festival, arms around each other and heads resting on shoulders. A collage section, filled with each cringe worthy matching Halloween costumes they'd worn. A picture of Daveed in a hospital bed, cast around his arm and Y/N sat at his side, their hairs still tousled from the kiss Rafa had walked in on before capturing the moment in a photo. At the time, they'd told him to delete it but the man was adamant they'd thank him one day when they were getting married and they realized that, without his meddling, the two of them would have never ended up on that date, in that hospital room.

With one of those things nearly down, Rafa was just counting down the hours till they came to the epiphany of his involvement in their love blossoming.

As he made his way out of the living room, the sound of a squeaky toy invaded his senses. Confused, Rafa looked down to see he'd stood on one of the dog's toys. All movement froze. He waited a couple heartbeats, to see if the pup had awakened. When no fur-ball came running his way, he assumed it was safe to move again.

The kitchen was up next. Rafa held back a laugh at the matching Mr & Mrs aprons which were hung up, mentally storing the reminder to mock them about it in his speech later on. A cupboard was slowly pulled open, a large bowl- in which countless of his favorite goodies were made by top baker Y/N- was lowered out of it and the tap was switched on, water trickling out of it and directly into the dish he was holding up.

Rafa now had to move more carefully than ever, his eyes flicking back and forth between the floor in front of him and the sloshing water in the bowl. But he had made his way safely up the stairs, down the hall and, now, he was finally rounding the corner to their shared bedroom. He could see the door had been left half open and, like the most tense scene in a thriller, Rafa took one step, two steps, three steps before he stumbled upon the exact image he'd been awaiting.

There they lay in bed, all shamelessly tangled up in silk sheets and limbs. His head on her pillow, her face buried in his neck. Casual sleepwear adorned them both- much to Rafa's own relief - whilst their outfits from the night before were strewn across the whole room. Each of their chests rose and fell in sync with one another, their breathing more peaceful than that of a monk. They so perfectly detailed what it meant to wholeheartedly be in love with someone, with no real effort whatsoever. It was such a shame Rafa was about to ruin their whole picture perfect sleep.

Eyeing the dog bed, Rafa affirmed that the pup was peacefully off in dreamland, with no sign of waking up and ruining his little surprise. He tiptoed from there onward, making his way around the king sized bed, stepping over abandoned cushions and swerving between articles of clothing. Panic coursed through him as Daveed let out a groan, rolling over where he lay. When the man's eyes remained shut, Rafa continued his careful journey to his best friend's bedside. After snapping a few pictures of the sleeping, unsuspecting fools, he lifted the bowl of water, carefully balancing it over them with his hands.

The first few drops fell onto the pillow, but the rest? They completely soaked Daveed and Y/N (mostly Daveed, he was Rafa's main target after all) and sent them both flying out of bed, eyes still half shut and wet hair dripping water all over the place. The first thing they noticed was Rafa, bent over at the waist, hand clutching his sides as laughter shook through his rib-cage.

“What the fuck, dude?” Y/N was the first one to speak, as she picked up and threw one of the cushions at Rafa, who smoothly ducked from her aim.

“What time is it?” Daveed had sat back on the bed at this point, shoulders hunched as he tried to find his phone.

“It's eight am.” Rafa passed him his phone. “And don't you what the fuck? me." He put on a high pitched voice as he addressed Y/N, dodging another one of her cushion attacks.

“I do not sound like that.”

“You do in my head.” Another cushion, this time it actually whacked him on the thigh. “I told you guys you wouldn't sleep apart and you two agreed to the bet, the forfeit being I get to dump a bowl of water over you both.”

“Hey, this isn't my fault.” Daveed stood up again, reaching for a pair of sweatpants off the floor. The bundle of fur had woken up by then, barking at Y/N's feet until she reached down to pick him up. “I was here alone last night, ready to sleep alone when she showed up at the door. She forced me to lose.”

“Oh, please!” Rafa was glad to see Y/N redirect her flying cushions at Daveed. “You practically dragged me into bed last night. I didn't force anything on you.”

“It wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to turn away a tired woman at my door.”

“And they say chivalry is dead.”

“I brought it back just for you, babe.”

The buzzing of his phone in his pocket reminded Rafa of the fact that this was no ordinary day, where the two idiots in front of him had the entire morning to have meaningless arguments. Today, they were all on a strict schedule and Rafa was half responsible for making sure it all went well.

“As fun as this is,” He paused, redirecting his complete attention to Y/N. “you have a car waiting for you outside, to take you back to your parents home to get ready. So, with all due respect, fuck off and let me get D ready for you.”

“Fine, whatever, I'm going.” He could tell she wasn't really as bothered as she tried to seem, especially from the way her shoulders were shaking in silent laughter. “Be warned, Rafa, if you try take credit for our relationship in your speech, I will not hesitate to deck you in front of my whole family. Capiche?”

“You know, it's not too late to change your mind, Y/N. There's still a chance to rekindle our old flame and reenact that kiss we shared years ago.”

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Daveed made his way over to Y/N's side and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “That's my wife you're speaking to.”

“Not yet, Diggs.” Rafa grabbed at the other man's arm, stripping him away from Y/N as the two tried to share a kiss. “Save that for the altar, you two.”

The couple collectively let out a frustrated sigh as Rafa guided her out of the house, both aware of the fact that the next time they locked eyes, they'd be swearing eternal fidelity and love to one another and, as much as neither would admit it out loud, they owed it all to Rafa and his gossiping ways.

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[ateez] Y U N H O ➳ couple au

THE “SECRET” COUPLE

a/n: I’m starting to pull from my archives because my brain ran out of content 😭😭, I honestly don’t know if already posted this tbh

• it’s not everyday you get to see your boyfriend.

• the one your parents don’t know about.

• the boyfriend your friends don’t even know about.

• and it’s not everyday he gets to see you either,

• his girlfriend that his parents don’t know about.

• the one that his friends don’t even know about.

• it’s not that you weren’t allowed to date and neither him,

• just...

• no one would exactly be happy with the situation.

• especially when his ex used to be his parents favorite,

• a friend of the boys.

• when your ex was your parents favorite,

• a friend of your friends.

• you smile at him from across the room though.

• heart pounding hard against your chest.

• “Y/n? Earth to y/n?”

• you snap from his sultry gaze before looking at your friend whose eyebrow furrows. “You can’t tell me you’re already drunk.”

• you chuckle and roll your eyes. “How could I drink when I’m your DD?”

• she nods in defeat. “Sad but true. Hey do you think Yunho’s single? I mean.. after that sad breakup with his girlfriend, I’m sure he’d move on by now.”

• you want to say he’s not up for grabs.

• but no one knows you even talk to Yunho.

• no one knows about anything actually.

• “Why do you ask?”

• “Because obviously I want a taste of all that.” She smirks as she gazes where your eyes once were, you fighting back the urge to look at your own boyfriend. “It’s a wonder you haven’t talked to him yet. With your parents being so close.”

• you press at your dress that flared at the cold breeze of the night. “Yeah.. a wonder.”

• she leans her chin in the palm of her hand. “Come with me? Please. Let’s go try and string us valentines dates this year. Look at Song Mingi? You two hit it off pretty well after prom in senior year.”

• you gawk at her. “That was 3 years ago?!”

• “Was it?” she smirks grabbing your hand and dragging you anyway.

• you lock eyes with Yunho before you two actually meet,

• sending a wave of distress.

• and a warning too.

• “Well hi there you scrumptious meal of two.” your friend confidently spews out. “Don’t you two look lonely.”

• Mingi chuckles raising an eyebrow at the both of you, knowing well you don’t necessarily put yourself out there when it comes to men. “Y/n. I haven’t seen you since last week.”

• your friend sulks. “What about me, Mingi?!”

• “What about you?”

• they share a friendly banter while you look up at Yunho.

• not used to seeing him with so many people around.

• not used to not wanting to kiss those perfect lips as soon as you see them.

• your cheeks blush before you look to Mingi in attempt to control your emotions. “So you guys going to Wooyoung’s birthday next week? He claims there’ll be kegs but that idiot can’t plan a party for his life.”

• Yunho tilts his head at you, completely ignoring to your friend who was basically drooling over him.

• one thought on his mind and that was you

• “I won’t make it.” you mumble. “But I mean, I’ll probably see you again at my sisters wedding next month.”

• Mingi’s family was also weirdly close to yours.

• and Yunho doesn’t seem pleased.

• he isn’t pleased at all that your attention was elsewhere.

• getting it in the first place was always hard for him.

• how easy it was for Mingi, he thinks, is gut clenching.

• “You guys should go anyway.” Yunho speaks his way in, your eyes frowning with anxiousness. “I could.. always pick you two up if you want.”

• “That would be—“

• you interrupt your friend stepping over her. “No thanks. I think ugh.. I’ll sit this one out. Sorry I need to use the restroom, excuse me.”

• Yunho’s train of sight follows you.

• now unknowingly after a couple seconds, he finds himself walking towards the direction you took.

• slipping through the door you crack open before pulling you in with him.

• as soon as lights are on and door is locked,

• his lips are on yours.

• making sure your attention doesn’t leave his until the party ends.

• “Y-Yunho?”

• he breaths against your lips, hand curling around your waist. “I hate you.”

• you chuckle rolling your eyes. “You know we only agreed to both saying yes to this party if we promise to keep our hands off. And what you’re doing seems to be breaking your side of the deal, don’t you think?”

• “Can’t.” he mumbles kissing you again. “It took me months to try and convince you to go out with me. Not to mention the fact you decide to hide me every chance you get. And Mingi gets to be with you every chance he gets? That’s not fair.”

• you brush your nose with his when you shake your head, “No.”

• “I’m tired of this shit.” he grumbles. “I just want to be with you. And not share you with the entire world while doing it.”

• you think he’s the cutest.

• the cutest little pup.

• especially when this tall ass puppy stares at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

• “Your mother would kill you. And Mingi might strangle me for not telling him.”

• you’re hesitant of course.

• you love Yunho at this point.

• wanting to be with him 24/7 as both your schedules allow.

• but both your past love lives restrict you from that.

• having a love like Yunho is forbidden.

• it should be in the first place—

• I mean, who could possibly be deserving of all of him?

• “What did I do to deserve you?” your lips graze against his and he lets out a shaky sigh. “I told you this would all just be a bad idea. That I’d end up falling in love with you.”

• “That was the goal.”

• “You loved her. Everyone knew that.” you argue in a soft tone, always feeling like this love was only forbidden because he maybe still in love with somebody else. “How could you love me?”

• “You loved him.” he reasons back, voice always convinced that wasn’t true. “How could you love me?”

• “Touché, Jeong Yunho, touché.”

• he smiles while you bend into his height,

• warmth of almost every body part of his engulfing you as the minutes pass.

• until you’re interrupted by Mingi who now caught your attention yet again,

• Yunho gripping onto you like you were about to get eaten alive.

• “Y/n, you gonna take long in there?”

• you want to.

• GOD do you want to.

• you just want to stay in here and kiss Yunho until the next day comes.

• be with him behind closed doors even if you want him out of them.

• “No, I should be out soon. Why?”

• “Well I can’t find Yunho.. and I don’t know why but I just thought he might’ve followed you.”

• you glare at your boyfriend who flashes you the most innocent smile.

• a little guilty actually.

• “Did you try the balcony?”

• “Oh. Wait let me check.”

• that idiot would fall for anything.

• unlike you..

• “Yunho, I love you.”

• he’s taken aback at first.

• when you say it out of the blue.

• unsure if he’d move on completely from his past love and always wondered if you did too.

• “Really?”

• “Really.” you sniffle. “You probably still love her and that’s okay with me. But I just wanted to let you know that I—“

• he stops you with a kiss.

• an action you two just loved to share with each other.

• knowing that’s where his lips felt more right.

• not even with his ex.

• “I love you.” he mumbles back. “And I’ll risk anything.. to show you that you matter to me more than she ever has.”

• you don’t know why Yunho thinks that way.

• this big ball of never ending love—

• his love somehow centered around you.

• “What do I have that she didn’t?”

• you were never an easy one to convince.

• and he likes challenges as much as the next guy,

• his testosterone always soaring through the roof.

• confident in himself that you love him as much as he loves you,

• “Yun?”

• he makes sure he has your eyes on him before creeping beside you and opening the door.

• making you gasp at the watching bystanders who waited for you to open the bathroom.

• exposing your forbidden relationship right there and risking it all.

• “You, y/n, have everything I need and everything I want.”

• Mingi gawks,

• your friend almost passing out,

• when they see the both of you in each other’s arms.

• deficit of what the hell was going on?

• “You owe me 50 dollars you son of a bitch, pay up.” your friend sticks her hand out at Mingi not changing expression.

• you curl your back against Yunho to face the bickering two who caught you red handed.

• more like you caught them red handed.

• “You two bet on us?!”

• Mingi rolls his eyes. “Oh come on y/n. Yunho was obviously in love with you before he even got a girlfriend last year. We made this bet ages ago, relax.”

• your friend smiles. “And you just won me 50 bucks.”

• you glance at Yunho who stands behind you assessing the situation carefully.

• but you’re more relieved you get to have Yunho.

• Mingi hands your friend a crisp 50 before facing the both of you.

• “By the way, you two aren’t slick. Even my dad caught you two making out by the garden at my little brothers graduation.”

• you sneer at your boyfriend. “I told you I felt like someone was watching us!”

• “Oh! And he told San’s parents too.”

• you face palm.

• “So much for keeping this a secret.”

@atinybitofau

[ceobams]

Hewoo. Can please do a yugyeom smut where he overstimulates you but babys you!

It was supposed to be a movie night with your boyfriend and his friends but you all decided it was good for a change, to drink tonight and have some fun which turned out to play truth or dare which you found out it was actually a lame excuse for your boyfriend's friends about your sexual life, to tease their youngest friend. ‘’Truth or Dare Y/N?” Jackson asks, ready to set up your trap. ‘’ Truth” you choose, to early and too sober yet to pick the dare.

"’Is he too soft on you?” Jackson asked jokingly, seeing your boyfriends face flustered by the question. ‘’Kinda?” you answered avoiding eye contact with Yugyeom, feeling sorry towards him. You knew the moment you said it you’d regret it, he would make you regret later every letter you said. You loved that he was always making sure you were fine, and taking care of you but you wanted him to switch sides, be rougher on you. You didn’t know how to bring it up without hurting his feelings, of course he knew how to pleasure you, what you liked and didn’t like but you were craving more and more. ‘’Yugyeom bro, I think your girl wants to change the plans.” Bambam said patting his best friends back.

The game carried on, you tried ignore his gaze on you, knowing he would probably mad at you, and getting mentally ready for an argument due to your inexistent courage to talk about it. Sure, you preach about communication being the key to everything but you couldn’t, not when your boyfriend, was too sweet, too caring, too precious, for you to hurt him like that.

‘’Hello? Y/N! Earth calls Y/N.” Mark said snapping his finger in front of you, in order to wake you from your thoughts. “Don’t tell me you were already thinking about Yugy, under the covers, Y/n? You dirty girl.” Jackson teases you, again, cause that’s what he does best. “Dare” you answer irrationally, gaining conscience three seconds later of what you just said, regretting immediately. ‘’Oh! Someone’s feeling brave, aren’t we?” Jinyoung teased you next, you rolled your eyes at the boys getting excited for your boldness.

“Hm okay. Make-out for a bit with your boyfriend so you can make up to him, and he’ll stop having that face. See! Look at him right now” and for the first time since your humiliation, you can see a smirk in his face. Not sure for what was about to happen, you gulp and you get up immediately, when everyone cheers for their friend.

‘’Go get it tiger!’’ Jackson says, obviously excited for what was about to go down. Before you knew, Yugyeom grabbed your wrist pulling you into his lap aggressively, closing the spaces between you two, feeling different for the first time since you both started to dating. Usually he would kiss you more carefully, grabbing your neck or cupping your cheeks. But this time was different, you could feel the electricity all over you, the dominance all over him, the way his tongue would explore more of your mouth. Grinding on his thighs, as the kiss gets deeper and deeper.

‘’Okay! We get it, get a room you two!” Youngjae yelled at both of you, almost forcing you to split. ‘’I am sorry. I just didn’t know how to tell you-” you stop at the middle of the sentence feeling his arms around your waist. ‘’You’re in for a ride babe.” he winks at you, his words hitting you like a truck, leaving you gasping for air. You nod, anticipating the end of the night, feeling eager to feel his touch, anything.

The game keeps going, many dumb dares happened thanks to Jackson and Jaebeom. You start to feel his hand on your thighs, at first you ignore, thinking he might just put it there simply even though your mind is racing. He carries his hand, secretly, closer to your core, making you ache with need. “p-please” you whimper as he starts doing small circles with his index finger closer to where you need him. ‘'you don’t care if they see, do you?” you gasp at his words, not used at how dirty he sounded. ‘'answer me or I will stop’’ suddenly stopping leaving you on edge. ‘’ I- Please baby” you beg not caring if the boys were or not paying attention to you.

For your own luck, the boys start to doze off, ‘’let’s go baby” he says lifting you off his lap, making way to your room, you didn’t lost anytime attaching your lips to his, as you close the door, hands grabbing his neck bringing him even closer to you, no distance left between both. ’You don’t know how mad your little humiliation made me, baby” he said flipping you both, having you underneath him with lust all written over you. His hands switching from your neck, to your breasts, making their way to your aching core. a gasp left your mouth when his hands finally made contact, with your panties, your knees part reflexively for him, and he pushes forward into the space ‘’I bet you’re imagining all kind of stuff, you dirty girl.” he said, slowly getting on his knees for you never breaking contact with you making you squirm all over him with anticipation.

‘’But..In return I need you to moan loud as you can for me, so we can both prove you were wrong.” you blink stunned at his suggestion, only realizing what he means when his fingers make contact with your clit, you nod at him craving him more than anything in the world. you don’t even feel embarrassed by your instincts when he gives you that gaze. Like you’re slowly making him lose his cool, slowly making him subordinate to his instincts too. He traces his fingers slowly, at the same licks slowly your labia testing your patience, and then proceeds to devour you like a beast. He’s licking, and sucking, like a starved man who hasn’t eaten in weeks, almost as if he’d waited centuries for this to happen, your moans getting louder and louder every time he speeds up his tongue in and out of you, making you whine and begging for more.

‘’You can come baby, we still have more rounds” and then he pups his index finger inside you, you were already squirming and close to your orgasm with his tongue, now you were a mess with both his tongue and fingers in you. “I-Im close yugy-” you moan at loud, not caring if you’d wake up the boys. “That’s right, beg for my fingers baby. Tell me how much you want it.” You whine even louder, not caring about the risk of getting caught by the others boys as you lift your hips to roll against his mouth. ‘’That’s it, come for me like the good girl you are” and you came undone in his fingers. Tasting you in his fingers, licking every part of you reminiscent on his fingers fixing his look on you. “B-aby I need you, like need you” as you gulp at the sight of your attractive boyfriend still teasing you. ‘’Oh, you do?” teasing you, knowing it would be more fun to see you beg for him. “Yes” you drag him, to his bed and climb to his lap making contact with his full erect cock still covered by the sweatpants he was wearing.

“You’ve gotta work for it” he winked at you. His face contorted from playful to be surrendered at your mercy as you started rubbing yourself in his thighs receiving a groan from him. “F-fuck baby, keep going” eyes shutting in pleasure as you speed up your pace, getting closer to your high. “If you don’t stop im gonna cum all over you baby” as your name was stuck in his mouth, your moans getting louder and louder as you both were near your orgasm. “You’ll be the death of me. But I really need you deep balls in me.’’ you said painting, still recovering from your recent orgasm. It didn’t take him much time to get rid of his sweatpants, a sight accidentally slipped from your mouth as he pumped his glistening member covered in his pre-cum.

‘’Don’t worry it baby. You'll have it in a bit” as his tip brushed on your folds causing you to whine at the unexpected touch. Entering you right after, not missing another second from you “How are you this tight holy-” he buries his face against your chest and his hips press frantically into yours. Your core starts to tighten, pleasure building and your hips jerk rapidly under his ministrations. The unceasing throbbing deep within grows larger and hungrier the harder he grazes against your sweetest spot and soon enough he’s pulling wrecked whimpers from your lips as you buck and grind wildly against his hand. The gush of wetness that signals your orgasm is bordering on excessive, and you can’t help but muffle a scream into the blankets beside your head, recovering from the aftershocks.

“Close,” he mutters, and reaches a hand between your legs. His fingers slip against your clit. You’re already so worn out, shaking, that you sob from the sudden stimulation before you start cumming. It’s so intense your spasm and you try to push away but Yugyeom holds your hips down against him with both hands. He’s still thrusting into you, chasing his own orgasm. Sweat drips off the tip of his nose. You’re crying, it’s so good but too much and then suddenly Yugyeom grunts. His cock pulses and jerks inside of you while he cums and you feel another orgasm crash over you.

“Wow.. That was hm... Intense" you laugh, as you see your boyfriends flushed cheeks, returning to his usual self “I am sorry baby... Did I hurt you? Are you fine?” immediately checking up on you. “Sorry if I was too rough” he apologized, giving a small peck. “Why? I was about to say you were fantastic” you smiled at him, reassuring him. “Can you guys keep it down, next time? Cause my head hurts like hell I don’t need to hear you two fucking the entire night” Jackson groaned, displeased about what he and the other members had to listen.

[justasparkwritings]

Codename Cupid: Chapter 10

Previous: Searching for Seokjin Pt. 2

Pairings: Light Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Government Agent AU, Slice of Life

Ratings: PG13

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: She finds Taehyung at the local dog park, an unfamiliar face by his side. 

Tailing Taehyung

Present Day

          I’ll be honest, this is my favorite part of the job. Music low, tinted windows, unmarked baseball cap adorning my head, GPS tracking my every move so I can retrace my steps. I’ve already downed a grande latte, two bagels and a family sized bag of sour skittles. But it’s the quiet waiting, the planning of every move, the sleuthing and interpreting, anticipating another person’s every move.

         Kim Seokjin is predictable. He gets up, goes to work, comes home. There’s no romantic partner, no gym time, nothing. His office building, non-descript, standard skyscraper. It’s painful how predictable he is. Which is why after three days, I begin to search for another name on Euna’s list. Kim Taehyung.

         He’s easier to track, beloved librarian, he works at the downtown branch where he packs the house for his weekly story hour. Costumes, characters, voices, he commands the room, never demanding adoration because it’s so freely given. His name at the Library, though, is not Kim Taehyung, but Jung Taehyung, as if he got married and changed his name without telling anyone. My only indication that they’re the same person are photos from Euna.

         Tailing Taehyung is thrilling. He’s going to book launches, gallery openings, museum exhibits, clubbing, and on a few nights, stays late to close the library. Those are my favorite, he puts headphones on and dances around the library, re-shelving children’s books and shaking his ass. He lives across town from Seokjin, in a quaint house with a green door. He seems to have an abundance of friends, rarely goes out with the same people twice in one week. No partner on record, no flirting or taking someone home with him. He does have a dog, something he must’ve picked up after leaving the Lee’s.

         Picking up Johnson from my sister’s house, I park near the dog park by Taehyung’s house, a frequent weekend spot. He might go to different clubs every Thursday or try a new restaurant with a pair of gentlemen, but he goes to the same dog park on both Saturday and Sunday, then to the coffee shop on the corner, where he tries a new drink on Saturday. If he likes the drink, he gets it again on Sunday, but if he hates it, he picks something new. He never orders coffee, only tea and juice concoctions. How he exists, with all that energy, and no coffee, I will never understand.

         Another thing I will never understand is Johnson. A golden doodle with a slight limp, she’s both deeply loving and simultaneously polarizing. She runs hot and cold, licking you one minute, growling the next. There’s no reason for her split personality, her ability to turn on a dime, but I’d like to think Johnson is struggling with her identity and would really benefit from therapy. At two years old, still fully a puppy, she has gone to obedience school three times, and is only truly unkept when forced to be with humans for too long. The dog park is her happy place. She loves running around, sniffing everything, frolicking in the grass, no leash, totally free.

         What a blessing to borrow my sisters fur baby to ensnare Kim Taehyung.

         Maisy pulls me towards the dog park, excitement coursing through her body. It takes everything in me to not drop the leash and let her go, but she has a high chance of running into traffic and her death cannot be on my conscience. Within moments of stepping into the park, I spot Taehyung and his little pup. A black and gold Pomeranian, he weighs the same as Johnson’s front paws. Taehyung stands, sunglasses on, black hair parted slightly to reveal his honeyed forehead. He looks too cool for school, and I’d believe he was, if he wasn’t laughing energetically at the man to his right. The man is familiar, one of the usual men he tries a new restaurant with every Tuesday.

         Setting Maisy free, I move around the park, monitoring her, hoping she’ll land exactly where I want her to.

         The initial contact with a mark, or suspect, is the most precarious. I can’t come on too strong, can’t give too much away or seem too eager. I have to have every moment planned in order to get the information I need. In this case, it’s getting close enough that I can speak with Tae to find out what he knows regarding Lee Euna and her family, and maybe see if he’ll drop hints about her manifesto.

         I circle the park, my eyes on Johnson and Taehyung, slowly moving closer to the man and his friend.

         “Did you catch the end of the game last night?” The other man asks.

         “No, was I supposed to?” Taehyung responds.

         “It’s too early in the season to be calling it, but they’ve got a chance to go to the Superbowl,”

         “Huh,”

         “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt,” I say, turning my body to face them. “Is that your dog? The little one?”

         “Yeah, it is,” Taehyung answers, smiling lightly at me.

         “It’s so cute, what’s its name?”

         “Yeontan, or Tannie,”

         “Adorable, is that Korean?” I ask.

         “Yes,”

         “Very cool, my boyfriend’s Korean,” I lie. Jungkook isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a guy I’ve slept with once and fallen asleep next to twice … or whatever.

         “Nice, I wonder if we know him,” Taehyung said. “What’s his last name?”

         “Jeon,” I tell them. I clock the miniscule movement in their brows, the exchanged glance, but I don’t know what it means.

         “Not too many of those, what’s his first name?” The man next to Taehyung asks.

         “Jungkook” I tell them. My eyes don’t leave their faces as they both nod, neither daring to share a glance.

         “I don’t think I know him,” Taehyung says.

         “Well, what are your names? I can ask him if maybe he knows you?” I offer. Take the bait, take the bait.

         “I’m Taehyung, this is Jimin,” He says.

         “Y/N,” I offer my hand to shake, which they each accept.

         This is my moment, “This is going to sound crazy, but do you know Lee Euna?”

         “Who?” Jimin asks.

         I scrutinize his features, no slight quiver of the upper lip, no pupils dilating, no quickened breath. “Lee Euna, she’s part of the family that owns Lee Enterprises?”

         “Oh, Lee Enterprises, I’ve heard of them, they’re brokers?” Jimin asks.

         “Traders,” Taehyung responds.

         “Candlestick makers,” I finish the rhyme, both men look at me quizzically, then laugh. “They do banking and stock trading for the top 0.01% of society, royals, billionaires, human traffickers, etc.”

         “Ah,” Jimin nods. “Not my area of expertise.”

         Agreeing, Taehyung nods, “Mine either,”

         “Same,” I add. Maisy runs up to me and begins growling at the men I’m standing with. “Johnson Maisy Lou, knock it off,”

         “Johnson Maisy Lou?” Taehyung laughs.

         “I didn’t name her,” I shrug.

         “Her?” Jimin continues laughing. He’s like, really pretty.

         “Yeah, my sister’s dog. She gives no shits when it comes to gender norms. Johnson was a bet she lost though,” I inform them. I reattach Maisy’s leash and give her a good once over. “You ready?”

         She wags her tail in response.

         “It was nice to meet you guys, maybe I’ll see you next weekend?” I smile again, friendly and kind to a flaw.

         “Yeah, bring your boyfriend, we might have some friends in common,” Jimin smiles again.

         I wave before dragging Maisy back to the trail and slowly to the car. They know Jungkook, I don’t know how, or why, but something in their reaction tells me that they are more than just friendly with him. Maybe they went to school together? Or worked together before their respective positions at the library and whatever Jimin does? That would answer few questions but makes me feel uneasy.

         When I return to my car, I’m met with a familiar sight. An envelope resting on my driver’s seat. Car locked, windows intact, it sits, waiting. My blood runs cold, chills down my spine as I stare. I swallow the bile in the back of my throat and survey my surroundings.

         “The first was a warning shot. This is your last chance. Stop. Looking.”

         I panic, glancing all around me, trying to find someone who stands out in the weekend shuffle. There’s no absurdly dressed person, no one in a weird hat or harboring a long-range camera, no one glancing at me in my sheer panic, fear pushing my fight or flight into overdrive.

         Choosing a stance somewhere between fear and power, I walk swiftly towards the coffee shop. Ordering a concoction I’ve heard Taehyung order, I ask the cashier a leading question.

         “That’ll be $3.57,” He smiles. I glance at his nametag, Robert.

         “Thanks, Robert. Can I ask you something?”

         “Of course!” He answers.

         “You see that black car?” I point towards the general direction of my vehicle. “Have you seen anyone approach it in the last hour?”

         “No, but I just started my shift twenty minutes ago,” Robert informs me.

         “Okay, thanks,” I move out of the way and watch as other customers flit through the shop, the open concept rustic café is a hot spot, known for their tea infusions and gluten free pastries, it’s a hot ticket. The line is often out the door, and everyone who works here receives massive tips. I don’t know who gives their spare change, but I’ve seen the jar completely full on more than one occasion. Tipping for leaf water is preposterous, but then again, a good cup of leaf water is hard to find. I think, I’ve never really truly looked for it.

         After giving myself 30 minutes to calm down, I head back to my car, taking the note and slipping it into an evidence bag. I drive the 15 to my sisters, knocking aggressively as I am positive Maisy is one bark away from biting me.

         “Did you have to bring her back?” C asks, opening the door.

         “I don’t want to be arrested for dog-abuse, that’s a serious crime,” I hand her Maisy’s leash, and she obediently retreats into the house, running towards her food bowl.

         “Oh, I’ll stick the ASPCA on you for sure. How was she?” C asks, stepping back to allow me into the house.

         I sigh, “Useful, did exactly what I needed her to.”

         “That might be the first time in her life she’s listened to directions,” C laughs. “Water?”

         “And probably the last, isn’t that right Johnson Maisy?” I ruffle behind her ears and take the can of Bubly from my sister.

         “How’s your little man friend?” She asks, hope in her eyes.

         “He’s not little, and he’s not a friend,” I correct her.

         “Right, right, how’s lover boy?”

         “Don’t call him that,” I squeeze my eyes closed, knowing full well where she’s headed.

         “Oh, baby, how’s baby?” She does her best Jennifer Grey impression.

         “You’re the worst. And he’s fine,”

         “Have you been seeing him regularly? What’s his name again? JK? Did his parents just really like New York Undercover? Or I’m sorry, the Killing Joke?” C laughs at her own jokes, which makes me hate her cleverness even more.

         “Jungkook, and yes you can call him JK,” I sip on the pineapple flavored sparkling H2O.

         “And?”

         “He’s great, he’s wonderful, he’s sexy and intelligent and thoughtful and kind and I could swim in his Bambi eyes forever, okay?”

         She laughs at my tone, frustration evident as I blush profusely.

         “You like him,” She sings. 

           “Too much it seems,” I roll my eyes.

         “Are the feelings mutual?”

         “He took me to breakfast, after dancing, we didn’t have sex, and then, he took me to dinner and a movie the next day, a ‘traditional date’ as he called it. It’s been a month? Not even, and I think about him constantly. I want to see him every second of everyday and I feel so sad when he’s gone. I’m literally handing him my heart to break and I think, all signs are pointing to him handing me his,” I bury my face in my hands, feeling the heat radiate onto my palms. Why is this so embarrassing?

         “Are you going to take it?” C asks.

         “Haven’t I already?”

         C lets it hang I the air, my willing acceptance of heartache at the hands of this lionhearted man, my willingness to be absolutely gutted by him, and in return, his vulnerability to be tossed out like every other man who has ever dared to get close to me.

         “Maybe he’s worthy,” C offers.

         Shaking my head, “It’s not about being worthy, I don’t deserve anyone.”

         “No, no one deserves anything except basic human rights, food, shelter, education, healthcare… but maybe you’ve found a guy who is actually going to be supportive and challenging, someone who isn’t scared of your callousness and thrives in your ability to love without bounds. Maybe he’s that person for you.” Her stare is knowing, and I hate how correct she could possibly be. I hate that I’m falling so quickly, and I hate that he might be falling too. It’s easier when one person has the upper hand, when a bluff pays off with a win. But if we both fold, then are hearts become collateral, and to whom the pieces go becomes a mystery.

         “Can we please stop talking about him?” I request, the tears brimming giving way to my distress.

         C smiles softly, her knowing sisterly gaze on my tears. “Absolute. How’s the case going?”

         “Fine, I found another guy with Taehyung, they both seem to know Jungkook, but I don’t know how they know him or why they lied about it. Neither mentioned anything that was useful,” I wipe the few tears away and pick up my drink.

         “Will you keep digging?” She asks.

         “I’m not sure there’s much more to dig. Euna has her list, she knows what they did, she doesn’t want proof that they’re guilty, she just wants to know where she can find them.” I inform her.

         “That’s the business you’re in, finding people who don’t want to be found?” C clarifies. She knows better than anyone what I do. Though I function in dark allies and make backroom deals, C follows the letter of the law and works for a branch of the CIA. Doing what, I do not know, but she understands the importance of hiding, and the lengths people will go to, to remain out of sight.

         “It’s not my job to protect them, C, if I can find them, anyone can.”

         “Why does she want to find them?”

         “Revenge is my guess, why she had to come to me when she’s worth billions is beyond my understanding. She could’ve hired anyone, had a mole in the government search, literally anything other than showing up at my broken-down door,”

         C pauses, “What if they’re in witness protection? What if she was abusive?”

         “They’re not in witness, if they were, they wouldn’t use their real names or live in the same city she does. That and you would’ve found out. And, there are no records of abuse in the system, no restraining orders, nothing.”

         “Could they be hiding from her?” C questions.

         “In plain sight?” I counter.

         She laughs. “Staring Mary McCormack now streaming on Amazon Prime.”

         “I’m leaving,” I roll my eyes.

         “Just, be careful, okay?” She reaches for me, and I enter her embrace. Sister hugs always carry more weight.

         “I will be,” I say into her hair.

         “Don’t dig a hole bigger than you can fill,” She kisses my cheek gently, her lip gloss sticking to my skin.

         “That’s not a saying,” I reply as I wipe the goo from my face.

         “Don’t care. Love you,” C stares me down, her words echoing through me.

         “Love you, mean it,” I respond, and her shoulders relax.

         We haven’t always had the best relationship, the most love, the most respect. She’s anal and controlling, I’m easy going and dare I say, happy? We’ve always been opposites, she loved analytics, statistics, history. I craved action, drama, constant stimulation. We both love puzzles, though hers remain recreational and mine professional. At our core, we’re cut from the same cloth. Mannerisms mimicking the other, eyes of similar shape, looking enough like sisters to never be questioned.

         But she’s right.

         Am I digging a hole bigger than what I can fill? Has Lee Euna, Euna Lee, set me up to completely fail? Do these men want to remain in hiding, and if so, what’s the level of risk I am putting them at?

         Maybe solving the mystery of who the man was with Taehyung will guide me towards an answer.

Next: Codename Another Shot at Love Pt. 4

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Genre: Fluff 

Pairings: Calum Hood/Male reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Requested: by anon

this is really cheesy but, i would love a blurb about calum bringing his boyfriend around the rest of the band for the first time. seeing all of their reactions. obvs they know about the boyfriend but have never met him.

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, alcohol

A/N: I’m taking a little tiny break from Hogwarts!sos to post this little blurb for all of the guys in the fandom that want a lil imagine. I felt super honoured to get this request and I hope you all enjoy it.

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Your phone’s perched in your hands, the screen displaying some random twitter thread so that you can pretend to be busy. Luckily, the Uber driver’s feeble attempts at making conversation with you fizzled out after just a few minutes, leaving you to fret over tonight’s party in silence. 

Meeting your boyfriend’s best friends had been on the horizon for a while, ever since Calum had officially asked you to be his boyfriend around a month ago. However, the fact that you’d been anticipating the meeting, isn’t making your anxiety any less crippling.

Perhaps your nerves would be more understandable to most people if you were about to meet your boyfriend’s parents or immediate family. Although, Calum’s band are the closest thing he has to family here in LA. Michael, Luke and Ashton have always been like brothers to the Maori man and that made tonight all-the-more important. Your boyfriend has proudly proclaimed how close he is to his band on numerous occasions throughout your relationship so far. In fact, Calum has unintentionally made tonight feel like a whole lot of pressure, to the point where you’re sure he’ll break up with you if his friends do not instantly love you.

Your mind’s racing with all of the possible outcomes of the party, the vast majority of them ending very badly. It’s entirely possible that you could screw up so badly that you’ll end up alone by the end of the evening. You’re so caught up in the terrifying prospect of being dumped by the sweetest guy you’ve ever dated, that you don’t even notice the car has stopped moving. It’s only when the driver clears his throat and announces, “this is it, man…” That you realise you’ve arrived at Calum’s house.

“Oh!” You splutter, hastily shoving your phone into the pocket of your jeans. “Thank you…”

The Uber driver nods politely at you in the rear-view mirror before you scramble out of the car. A light in Calum’s hallway flickers to life as you swing the car door shut behind you. Duke’s little bark echoes down the quiet driveway before the front door opens.

Calum looks effortlessly beautiful as always, framed by the light in his hallway as he picks up his dog. His latest buzz-cut seemed to have taken away the last of the blue hair dye he’d been using lately, leaving what was left his natural black. The style suited him so well and it gave his simple outfit, made up of skinny black jeans, heavy boots and a stylish white shirt, a kind of edge. The sight of your boyfriend looking so handsome seemed to put your nerves a little more at ease.

“It’s just me, Duke…” You giggle as you make your way over to the house, faintly aware of the cab driving away behind you. “You silly boy, c’mere!” You reach out for Duke, the little fluffy pup helping you to temporarily forget just how much you’re dreading the rest of the evening.

There’s an undeniable fondness in Calum’s eyes as he hands you the tiny dog. “He’s gonna get fur all over your shirt…” He smirks, dragging his eyes over your body for a moment the way he always does. It still brings butterflies to your tummy when Calum subconsciously licks his lips as though he’s remembering what you look like beneath the skinny jeans and simple black shirt.

Shrugging to mask your mess of underlying feelings, you cuddle Duke close. “I didn’t realise you were taking me to meet the queen, Cal.” You quip. “I don’t think your friends will think less of me because I love cuddling your dog.”

Your boyfriend conceded your point with a thoughtful nod. “That’s true, they always leave here covered in his fur, too.” He giggled, pecking a kiss to your cheek as he stands aside to let you in before closing the front door behind you. 

“Are they all dog people, then?” You inquire, trying hard to make a mental checklist of things that you can possibly make small talk about.

“I guess so.” Calum replied, “Well Mike and Luke love all animals really and Ashton tolerates Duke because he knows I love him so much.” 

Adding ‘talk to Michael and Luke about pets’ to your mental list, you ask if Calum’s ready to leave.

Nodding, the bassist grabs a leather jacket from the coat hooks near the door “I just need to pee and then I’m ready to go.” He pecks a quick kiss to your lips before disappearing into the downstairs bathroom.

Keeping Duke close to your chest, you wonder down the hallway towards the kitchen, hoping that keeping your legs moving will stop your brain from racing through more, possibly tragic, outcomes of the night ahead. “Have you got any good advice for me, boy?” You ask the pooch, nuzzling Duke’s head as you pause to look at a framed photo of Calum and his best friends perched proudly on a side table. “I bet you didn’t have to worry about them liking you, did you?” 

The tiny dog wriggles in your hold, urging you to put him down. “Fine, you impatient little pup.” You sigh as you crouch down to let him go. “I thought I could count on you for some good advice.”

Duke barely gives you a second glance before scampering off into the kitchen towards his water bowl. “Guess I’m back to worrying on my own...” You sigh, getting back to your feet and picking up the photo to look at it a little closer. It’s a fairly recent picture, taken within the last year if Calum’s shaven head was to be taken into account. The crowd of people and the flurry of balloons in the background of the photo suggested it was taken at a birthday party or something. It’s obvious by the way the four men have their arms slung casually around each other’s shoulders and the easy smiles on their faces, that they were incredibly close friends. There’s no way that anyone would get away with hurting one of them whilst the other three were around to protect them.

“Ugh don’t look at that…” Calum groaned, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I look gross, I only have it on display because it was a gift from Luke and he’s a sentimental little hoe, he’d cry if he thought I didn’t like it.”

You giggle, trying to keep your fingers from trembling as you place down the photo. “So Luke’s the sensitive one, got it. Any more pearls of wisdom before we go?” There’s a hopeful note in your voice that just couldn’t be fully held back.

Gently spinning you around to face him, Calum smiles encouragingly. “Stop worrying.” He groans softly, cupping your cheek in one of his large hands. “The guys are gonna love you as much as I do.”

It’s highly unlikely that you’ll ever get used to hearing such an incredibly beautiful man saying that he loves you. You melt into his touch, allowing the soft gesture to calm you. “But what if they don’t?” 

Calum’s eyes sparkle with love as he pecks a fond kiss to your lips. “If they’re dumb enough to overlook how amazing you are at first, we’ll just meet up again another day and hope they see you for the treasure you are.” He explains, resting his forehead against yours.

“You’d do all that for me?” You ask, still finding it hard to believe that Calum Hood thinks this much of you.

Your boyfriend nods, “I’d do anything for you, but even those idiots will be able to see how incredible you are, trust me.” He placed a kiss to the end of your nose before pulling you towards the front door. “They’ve been texting me all day saying how excited they are to meet you so I’m not gonna keep them waiting any longer, c’mon.” 

As much as you’d love to stay within the safe solitude of Calum’s pretty house, you know that there’s no point in delaying the inevitable any longer. You allow your boyfriend to lead you outside as you both yell goodnight to Duke before Calum closes the door and locks it.

“I think you’ll enjoy tonight.” Calum smiles as he leads the way onto the street. “Ashton’s parties are always fun, although, you should be prepared to drink your weight in tequila.” He laughs nervously. “I swear he won’t rest until he has to send someone out to the supermarket for another bottle.”

Ashton’s house is only a very short walk away, you know this because Calum’s boasted about how happy it makes him to be close to one of his best buddies more times than you care to count. “So your best friend’s gonna get me hella drunk, huh?” You smirk, loving the way that Calum loops his arm around your shoulders as the two of you make your way along the street. “That wouldn’t be by your instructions by any chance, would it, Hood?”

Gasping in faux offence, Calum hugged you close. “You do a great job of that on your own usually, babe.” He counters.

It’s not really a lie, you have been known to take a shot or three too many on occasions. “I’m definitely no worse than you, Mr I’ve-only-had-six-beers-three-shots-and-a-couple-of-double-whiskeys.” 

Calum plants a kiss to your forehead, giggling a little at your expert retort. It dawns on you suddenly just how much you smile and laugh when you’re with Calum. It’s hard to think of another time in your life that you’ve ever felt this happy, safe and content. 

As you turn into Ashton’s drive, the two of you still giggling, you realise that tonight doesn’t have to be that daunting at all. Calum loves you, against all the odds, he adores you as much as you do him and at the very heart of things, it doesn’t matter at all what anyone else thinks.

Of course that brief moment of clarity and resolution melts away into a fresh flurry of nerves when Ashton appears in his doorway. “You made it!” He chimes cheerfully, stepping aside for the two of you to enter. “I’ll just grab Lu and Mike so that you don’t have to do the whole intro thing more than once.” He smiles at you brightly before turning to Calum. “Go and get your man a drink, Cal! We’ll meet you both in the kitchen in a just a sec.”

As Ashton disappears into his living room, Calum takes your hand, leading you towards the kitchen at the end of the spacious hallway. 

The drummer’s house is bigger than Calum’s, the hallway and kitchen alone seem to be the size of the entire downstairs of Calum’s luxury home.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend asks when he catches you admiring the sweeping staircase leading up to the first floor. “He has a mini recording studio too, y’know.”

You nod, recalling Calum mentioning it on one of your earlier dates when he’d talked about recording their latest album. “Yeah, very…” You reply. “I hope I can get a full tour later.”

Calum smiled, apparently happy about your interest in his friend’s house. “I’m sure Ash would love to show you around, he’s very house proud.”

The kitchen wasn’t as empty as you expected when you entered the large tiled room. There’s a little group of women hanging around one of the counters, each of them offering Calum a brief wave when they notice him.

“Do you know them?” You ask, starting to feel nervous again at the prospect of being the only one that doesn’t know everyone else at the party.

Calum shakes his head. “Not really… I think the girl with the red hair is in Ashton’s yoga class, I’ve seen her leave the gym a couple of times when I’ve met Ashton for coffee after his workout sessions. I don’t really recognise any of the others.” He leads you over to one of the counters near the back window before grabbing a couple of the red paper cups that are stacked neatly next to an impressive range of alcoholic beverages and mixers. “What do you want to drink, babe?” 

You quickly scan the labels of each bottle displayed on the counter before ultimately reaching for the Jack Daniels. “My old favourite, please…” You reply, handing it to Calum.

As your boyfriend pours the drinks, you survey the room carefully. From what you’ve seen of the house so far, it’s pretty minimalist, there aren’t many decorative items. Everything in this room at least, seemed to have a function and a purpose. You wonder if that’s a conscious decision that Ashton’s made or whether he just hasn’t had the time to fill his house with things he finds interesting or pretty.

“There you go, gorgeous.” Calum chimes as he hands you the red paper cup, now filled with JD and cola, before draping his arm around you again to pull you into his side. “Y’know, I heard you talking to Duke earlier… I had no idea you were that nervous about meeting my friends.” He confessed, placing a kiss to your forehead,. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, I promise, they’ll absolutely love you.”

“You don’t know that for sure.” You pout, taking a sip of your drink. “What if they think I’m too much of a dork, or not fashionable enough, or too boring, or just not right for you…”

Calum cuts you off with a soft kiss which you instantly melt into. He holds you close for a long moment before finally whispering “There’s no such thing as ‘too much of a dork’, plus you can never be dorkier than any of my friends, I’m literally the only cool one.”

Giggling, you allow Calum to kiss you again, melting away more of your anxiety. You were interrupted a second later by someone clearing their throat. You pull away hastily enough that a little of your drink spills over onto your hand. You barely get a chance to wipe it on your jeans before you notice that you’re suddenly surrounded by the rest of your boyfriend’s band.

“Put him down for a minute, mate!” Michael smirks at Calum, clapping his friend on the shoulder fondly. “How are we supposed to get to know your new man if you’re attached to him like a fucking limpet?” 

“Yeah, keep it clean, lads, we don’t want Ashton’s party turning into a huge orgy…” Luke quipped, “not this early, anyway!”

You laugh, your cheeks blushing with embarrassment at being caught making out with Calum. It’s not the first impression that you’d hoped to give.

“Ignore all of these idiots…” Ashton sighs, shaking his head. “I’m Ashton, by the way, the only one of Calum’s friends that matters.” 

“Ugh, would you listen to him?” Luke huffs indignantly as he nudges Ashton’s hand out of yours. “Our Ash has such an inflated ego. The truth is, he’s much less fun than me and Mike, so don’t listen to him.”

Another chuckle escaped you as you shake Luke’s hand finally introducing yourself to the group before deciding that the best way to get on their good side is to compliment them. “Calum’s told me a lot about all of you…” You begin, still trying to fight the anxiety threatening to overwhelm you. “I don’t think any of you sound less fun than the others.”

“Ooohh, what stories has he been telling you?” Michael asks, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. “I promise that any embarrassing things he’s told you about me aren’t true! I’m the absolute fucking king of elegance and grace.”

Despite the fact that you’ve only been with the band for a minute or so, their individual personalities become abundantly clear and you instantly understand why each of them mean so much to Calum. The way your boyfriend regards his friends with such a sincere fondness is enough to let you know that you’re in the presence of three of the most important people in his life. That prospect doesn’t seem as terrifying now that you’ve met them, though.

“If you believe that, you’ll believe anything!” Calum interjects, pulling you into his side again, a silent display of his love and support. 

“Wow, the rhythm section are really coming for us tonight, Mike.” Luke jokes as he turns his attention back to you, his caramel coloured curls falling into his face as he turned his head. “I hope you’re not gonna be following your boyfriend’s example, mate…”

Before you have a chance to reply, Michael muscles his way in between you and Luke, sliding an arm around your shoulders as he did so. “You definitely won’t be on Calum’s side when we tell you about how he cheats at like, every game ever, computer games and board games alike… He’s a fucking sore loser.”

You already know this fact, having been told as much by his sister, Mali, when she’d insisted on speaking to you after you’d accidently walked in on her FaceTime chat with Calum a couple of weeks back. “So I’ve heard.” You reply, side-eying your boyfriend in mock disgust. “I guess that’s why he’s refused to play anything with me so far.”

“Yeah, it’s ugly, bro.” Luke confirms, his face set into a pretend-serious expression. “It might undo all of the hard work he’s put into making you think he’s the sweetest guy on earth.”

Just as Michael opens his mouth to add to Luke’s statement, Ashton cuts him off. “Well there’s no time for games tonight, this is a grown-up party. I know that's hard for you two dorks to process but if you harass my V.I.P guests anymore, I’ll throw you both out.”

It feels nice to be addressed as a V.I.P by the party host and you smile thankfully. 

“How come Hood gets to be a V.I.P?” Michael pouts, “Since when did you love him more than us?”

“Since forever.” Ashton replies flatly, “He’s much less annoying than you and the bread stick, now go and get my good tequila from the liquor cabinet so we can really get this party started.”

“Why don’t you get your favourite to do it?” Luke asks sulkily. 

Calum shakes his head, a smug expression on his handsome face. “Because I have a date.” He replies, “You know the rules…”

“Actually, that’s a good idea.” You cut in. “I want to hear more embarrassing stories about you, without you interrupting every few seconds.” Your sudden burst of confidence surprises the whole band, including Calum who merely blinks at you in disbelief for a long moment.

“You want me to leave you alone with this lot?” Calum asks sceptically, apparently still worried that you’ve lost your senses.

Nodding firmly, you gently untangle yourself from Calum’s arm and nudge him away playfully. “That’s what brothers do best isn’t it? Embarrass one another?”

Your boyfriend visibly melts at your words, his dark brown eyes sparkling with love at the way you just described his best friends as his family. “I guess so…”

“I like you a lot!” Michael grins fondly at you as he tightens his arm around your shoulders. “Are you any good at playing bass? I think it might be time we replaced Calum.”

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The Devil You Know: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,511

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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“What happened?” Dean growls.

“Nothing.”

“My ass,” he says and stalks to the main room where Brady is.

“Dean, I’m fine,” Sam sighs.

“Yeah? And what about Brady?”

You’re in the corner, but even from where you stand, you can tell that Brady is alive.

“Like you said… we need him.”

A tear rolls down your cheek, but you quickly wipe it away, and push down all your feelings to the back of your mind. You need to have a clear head if you’re going to make this work. You push away from the wall and head inside the room where everyone is. Crowley appears out of nowhere, and you wonder where he was. He has spots of blood on his face, and his jacket is ripped.

“God, the day I've had. Good news. You're going to live forever,” he says to the other demon.

“What did you do?”

“I went over to a demons' nest and had a little massacre. I must be losing my touch, though because I let one of the little toads live. Oops. I also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are—wait for it—lovers in league against Satan,” he chuckles, and Brady sighs deeply.

“Hello, darling. So, now Death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal-torment list with little old me,” Crowley finishes.

“Oh, no, no, no, no. No,” Brady begins to panic.

“There is something else we have in common—apart from our torrid passion, of course—craven self-preservation. So, now, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is at?”

Brady goes to answer, but a dog howling can be heard off in the distance. It’s weird to hear a dog way deep in the woods, so you think it’s a wild animal or something. You think that until you see Brady’s face.

“Oh, God, Crowley,” he panics.

“Wait, is that a hellhound?” you ask, putting the pieces together.

“I'd say yeah.”

“Why was that a hellhound?” you press further.

Crowley searches his coat pockets until he finds what he’s looking for. He sighs and pulls out an old coin.

“What is that?” Sam asks.

“Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device?”

“Yeah.”

“Demons planted one on me.”

“You're saying a hellhound followed you here?” you ask angrily.

“Well, technically, he followed this,” Crowley says and holds up the coin.

“Get me out of here. I'll tell you anything you want!” Brady pleads.

“Shut up,” Sam growls.

“Okay, well, then we should go,” Dean determines.

“Sorry, boys. No one knows more about the hounds than I. You're long past the point of ‘go’,” he shrugs and tosses Dean the coin. He catches it just as the demon vanishes.

“Damn it,” Dean sighs.

“I told you!” Sam yells.

“Oh, well, good for you,” his brother mocks him. “Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen.”

“I’ll watch Brady,” Sam suggests.

“I’ll stay with you.”

“Watch me? Get me the hell out of here!” Brady yells.

Dean leaves the room to get the salt, and you hug yourself tightly at the battle you know is coming. Brady struggles against his ropes, but you do nothing to free him. Dean should have been back by now, and you give into the fight inside of yourself. You leave your spot to help Dean when you hear a shotgun go off.

“Sammy!” Dean yells and runs into the room.

“Where’s the salt? You had one fucking job!”

“Does it look like I can get to the fucking salt?” he yells.

“Damn it, get me out of here!” Brady shouts.

“Shut the fuck up!” you scream at him.

“Great. Just great,” he sighs.

“Hey!” Crowley says from the other room with a new suit on.

“You’re back?” Dean asks.

“I'm invested. Currently,” he smiles. The hellhound barks and growls. “Stay!”

“You can control them?”

“Not that one,” he points behind Dean. “I brought my own.” Crowley pats the invisible hellhound beside him, and from where his hand is, that’s a big fucking dog. “Mine’s bigger. Sic him, boy!”

The hellhound by his side jumps at the other hellhound, and both dogs begin to fight viciously. You’re trying to stay out of the way and go over to Brady to let him go. There is no use staying here when these dogs will tear the place apart. Once he’s free, you pass him over to Sam so they can escape.

“Go, go, go, go!” Dean orders.

There is no argument coming from you, and you escape the house without problem. All five of you head straight to the car without stopping.

“I'll wager $1,000 my pup wins,” Crowley laughs.

Since you don’t want to be stuck between two demons, you get in the front where you’ll be stuck between two Winchesters. The car is packed, and Dean wastes no time leaving the area in a screech. Your head lolls to the side once you find it in yourself to relax. Sam lets you use his shoulder, but that’s not the weird part.

What’s weird is how normal it is to use Sam as a support system when Dean’s been that for you for a long time. What is happening to you two?

Crowley deemed it safe enough to stop in an empty alley to complete this transaction. Brady has no choice but to give up pestilence’s location. He hands Crowley a piece of paper with the location on it.

“I'm sure pestilence will be there.”

“What do you think?” Dean asks as Crowley gets a look at it.

“It's good,” he hands it over and turns to Brady. “You got no reason to lie, have you? Like I said before, you're in my boat now.”

“You've screwed me for eternity.”

“Nah. Won't last that long. Trust me,” he scoffs.

Dean takes the salt canister he had in the car and begins to pour a line from one end of the alley to the other.

“Where are you going?” Brady asks.

“I'm going to do you a favor,” he says to the demon before turning to Sam who can’t stop staring at Brady. “I expect we'll be in touch.”

Dean lets Crowley past the salt line before closing it behind him so that Brady is now trapped inside the area with you and the Winchesters.

“What is this?” Brady demands to know.

“All those angels, all those demons, and all those sons of bitches just don't get it, do they, Sammy?” Dean asks.

“No, they don’t, Dean.”

“We’re the ones you should be afraid of, Brady,” you speak up.

Sam walks toward Brady with Ruby’s knife in his hand. He has only one goal in mind, and you and Dean are just there to offer help if needed.

“I bet this is a real moment for you, big boy. Gonna make you feel all better?”

“It’s a start.”

With Brady out of the way, and pestilence’s location on demand, there is nothing left to do but sleep. Sam didn’t want to hear any kind of bickering that might happen between you and Dean, so he went to get a separate room for the night. It’s taking everything inside of you not to just hit Dean and scream at him.

He’s been acting like this all day, and you’ve had enough of it. He moves to the door to leave, but you stop him with your words.

“You’re not leaving here Dean until we talk about this!”

“Watch me.”

He continues towards the door, and you muster up enough courage to use your magic to stop him. Your right-hand flies in front of you, and the motel door closes and locks. Blue magic swirls around the doorknob so that Dean knows not to mess with you.

“You’re not leaving,” you repeat.

“What is there to talk about, Y/N?” he yells and turns around to face you. “You killed the child I never knew about, you took away my decision, you only thought about yourself, and you lied to me about it!”

“If you would only listen to me then--”

“I don’t want to hear some sob story about Amara, and about how you don’t want to raise a child in this life.”

“So, my feelings are nothing and yours are more valuable? Is that what you’re saying?”

“I’m saying I don’t trust you anymore. And it’s going to take a lot more than a conversation for you to earn it back, but the way I see it, you never will.”

His words hit you deep, but it’s nothing compared to what’s coming.

“You’re lucky I’m not treating you like the other witches. But with the way things are going, maybe I should start.”

With that, he leaves the room. Never has he ever said something so impactful to you than what he said right now. You really messed up big time, and you can’t ever take it back no matter how hard you try to explain it away.

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[jimjamthehorrorman]

Unconditional Love

This was the first time you let the big man in the mask around your dog. You were anxious because she was jumpy and you don't know how HE will react to HER.

You bought a beautiful Husky three years ago, prior to your move to Texas. You wanted a "guard dog" but you ended up with a sassy, lazy dog who steals crackers from the counter when you aren't looking. She's absolutely a sweetheart to everyone she meets in your little town, but she is afraid of masks and intimidating people. Halloween is her least favorite time of year and everyone knows because while you're handing out candy to the few kids around, there's a deep bellowing bark coming from the windows on your porch.

You met the Sawyers when you picked up a side job at their gas and barbeque shack about thirteen miles down the way. Drayton was a blessing, overly polite and insistent upon you working as little as possible.

"Y/N, you oughta head on home now and get you some rest you're looking awful weak."

"No, I'm alright! I've only got about an hour left and I wanted to lock up with you-" you felt as weak as he thinks you look. You'd been sick all day, lightheaded and spiraling. "-It's fine, I'm fine!"

Drayton looked you up and down.

"Alright. Just don't come crying to me when I catch you sleeping on the job!" He chuckled as he started taking the meat off of the hooks inside the glass case.

"Taking it home to the family?" He never talked about his family and you were curious. You could not keep yourself from asking. Everything was such a mystery, hell, you didn't even know the man who sat outside washing the cars that came for gas.

He stuttered, holding the back of his neck like a child caught in a lie. "H-Ha! I've got to feed grandpa and my brothers. They usually go hunting for their meat but no one can resist my barbeque! It's the best meat-" He smiled coyly. "-Anyhow, you need to head on home young m/w. I've got my brother coming up to pick up some firewood from behind the shack. He's a skittish fella and not real good at talkin so I don't want to embarrass him. Now head on out! Tomorrow we'll make a big jar of Sun Tea to sell and I'll save some for us. It's gonna be hot as hell out!"

He nearly shoved you out the door. It's obvious either you looked like you were DYING or he had a BIG SECRET to hide.

"Alright, I'll head out. Tell the boys I said hello!"

He smiled and shut the door behind you. You started to hop in your truck and realized your keys were still inside.

"Shit."

You tried to slide in the backdoor before Drayton saw you were there, but getting back out of the truck you felt awful dizzy and fell to the ground on the way in. You felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness and the as you finally start to lose the battle, you hear a rattling.

You lose the fight and the next thing you remember is waking to the face of a dissapointed and fuzzy Drayton helping you out of your own truck with a man with a very deformed face, but maybe it was just your eyes.

The deformed man was incredibly tall and squealed like a child as he sat you on the porch swing. He patted your face to try to fully wake you. A man with a strange mark on his face drove Drayton's truck all the way here.

"What a fall huh?! Rough fall, hard fall. You must be tired or something. He/Her/They must be dying. Looks sick, pale like Grandpa."

"Nubbins, you and Bubba help Y/N into the house. They're my best employee so you better not screw this one up! If you drop them I'll beat the tar out of you fools!"

You could tell Drayton was serious. Who knew he appreciated you that much.

Barking eminated from the house. A horrible screech. You knew that sound.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!"

"What?" Drayton looked confused.

"I'll go in on my own. I'll go lay down don't worry about me. Thanks boys I really appreciate the help but you can't come in. I've got a dog that might eat you alive!" You hurriedly told them, finding your way to the door in the dark. "I'll see you tomorrow Drayton! I'll see you boys again sometime soon!"

They all stood in disbelief on the porch as you slammed the door and turned the light on so they could get to the truck safely. Your dog met you at the door and she was PISSED. Not only did you keep her from seeing guests, but you're late and she's hungry.

"Sorry -pet name-, I'll get you some food."

You poured the bag of kibble quickly and clumsily, half of it on the floor. She could tell you were off and after she ate she climbed up on the couch and laid beside you. It was a long night for you both.

---

It had been two weeks since the incident, Drayton laughs it off that he went through all the trouble to take you home and make sure you were safe. Perhaps he had invested interest in your health, perhaps he had no friends but you and the gas guy. Either way he appreciated you. A lot.

"Y/N, I'm making dinner tonight do you want to back here this evenin'? Now you don't have to come, and you don't have to feel pressured to come over but I wanted to have you over. Just remember to feed your vicious pup before you come!" He chuckled, clearly nervous.

Shit, does Drayton like you?

"Now don't you worry this isn't a romantic thing, no, my brothers and I wanted you over to be sure you're eating good. You living there alone, you ought to have you a good meal!"

He wants you to come back to the gas station for dinner? What's wrong with his house? Doesn't matter, you won't turn down homemade food. You've been living off of cheap pot pies and snack foods. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of fresh steak and vegetables.

"I'll be here! Don't you worry." As the words escape your lips he gives you a huge smile and waves you off.

You feed your pup, give her a good pet and head out the door.

The sound of sizzling comes from the kitchen, but Drayton is sitting beside you.

"Who's our chef tonight, Drayton?"

He looks at you smiling ear to ear.

"My youngest brother Bubba wanted to make sure you eat well. He felt so bad about you being sick and all that he made you something special."

The boy with the strange birthmark comes out of the back room smiling. He's so strange and erratic that it's almost comedic.

"Bubba makes good food! Normally Drayton is 'The Cook' but tonight me and Bubba made some good meat! Not quite headcheese or anything real tasty but we got some good uh.. some good steaks! Yeah steaks!"

You laugh. Drayton makes a face at him real fast thinking you didn't see. You did.

Your stomach growls, the smell from the tiny kitchen is alluring. Savory, like good meat with flavorful spices.

"Nubbins go tell your brother our guest is getting hungry! I knew I shoulda made dinner you two bafoons!"

Nubbins blows a raspberry at Drayton and runs into the kitchen, he yells at Bubba and you hear a grumble.

Nubbins returns a moment later with a bunch of full plates. Steaks, potatoes, greens, hell even a pan of brownies. As you're perusing the food, a large man in a painted mask and suit comes walking out of the kitchen, barely clearing the door frame.

He's looking you over and honestly you aren't sure if you're frightened or bashful. A tall and burly man just made you dinner and yet you sit in silence trying to make out the face behind the mask. When he sits down across from you, you can barely see facial hair poking out of the side of his mask.

You bet he's cute under there, you're practically sure of it. When he looks back at you, you smile sheepishly and start eating.

Wow, he has some beautiful eyes behind that.

"I love your mask, Bubba." You were nervous. Flirting with a literal mystery, also your boss's brother.

Bubba hid his face in his hands and made little noises. Drayton chuckled.

"You made his day Y/N, he damn well may never take that thing off!"

---

Dinner last night was great, and you shared some eye contact with a presumably handsome masked man.

Drayton picked up on this, as your face was as red as the lips on his mask. You entered work with a smile on your face, until Drayton smiled back. Your heart sank nervously. What if you lose your job? What if he hates you for it? He grabs your hand.

"I think my brother may like you. He's not a talker and he's not too keen on people, but you're different. Anyone else woulda looked at his mask and said 'oh hell what a freak' but you were very kind to him. He'd been bothering me all night and morning to ask if you'd have him over to see your dog. See we've only had pigs and chickens and cows. Poor boy has never seen a pet type'a animal."

Oh god this is moving fast. You aren't sure how that's gonna go.

"I don't know Drayton, she's not good around strangers... especially ones who have such a... strange look."

Drayton frowns. You feel sick to your stomach. Not like the night you forgot to eat and passed out, but like guilt was building up inside and about to explode.

"Okay okay... I'll try to get her to work with me. Can you bring him over this afternoon? I know we close early today so that would work,...right?" You feel yourself pulling at the edges of your shirt. You're nervous she might hurt him and then Drayton would absolutely KILL you.

"I'll bring him up and take him around to the back porch, you just have him home after dark. People don't take kindly to a giant with two faces." He smiles.

---

You are in a panic. Your dog is already stirred up, she can sense the fear and is acting up in rebuttal. You hear a knock at the back door.

Oh god it's them.

They're here.

The dog.

You put her on a leash and keep her inside, meeting the giant man outside.

"Hey Bubba! How are yo-" he lifts you into a tight hug when you close the door behind you. He is squealing and laughing in joy. He's wearing his suit and mask from the other night. The one you said you liked. "-ou! Wow you're strong big guy! The pup is inside and she's a little wild today.. I'll bring her out here. No one should see us in the side yard. Okay? Just stay right here!"

You can tell he's as nervous as you are. When he sat you down he gave you a look that said "I'm alright!" But.. You weren't so sure.

When she barked coming out the door he held his ears. You tried to quiet her down but relentlessly she barked and howled in the sight of this massive man.

He didn't know anything else to do so he began to whistle and coo at her.

She quieted down, practically crawling up to him. He held his hand out and she snapped like she was trying to bite and instead of jumping back he just cooed louder. Eventually she started to smell him, walking around him in circles.

Please don't hurt one another. That's all you want is for them to be civil.

Then it happened.

She PULLED until you couldn't hold her leash and you screamed. You closed your eyes and waited for the worst.

Once your heart had slowed to near silence, you heard chuckling and the sound of your dog panting.

"Bubba! I think she likes you!" You yelled with a shaky voice. You were still nervous but he was having a great time and so was she. He was petting her and she didn't even care he had a mask on. Hell, she even licked him! You were in the clear, and you had never felt so relieved in your life.

This big man was petting your dog and having a blast, and just watching and hearing him laugh... You were too.

Damn. He's pretty cute.

(This is my first time trying to write a fic so I apologise for it's length and content 😂😂😂)

[midnight-writ3r]

Boy got horns

Kim Doyoung x Genderneutral reader

Summary: Doyoung appears in your life without warning, bringing with him a series of unusual happenings. You quickly find out he's mean, smug and narcissistic - he basically screams god complex.

Oh, how ironically wrong you are.

Warnings: Bullying! Also, a little bit of blood/gore but it is SUPER tame and not described.

Genre: Fluff, Crack, supernatural

A/N: Lmao I have no idea where I'm going/was gonna go with this, but it was stuck in my head and I had fun writing for Doyoungie 💕💕 so enjoy this pointless piece of literature!

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The first time you meet Doyoung is in class on the first day of the new school year. From the first moment you can tell there is something strange about him though. For several reasons, really.

First of all, the teacher never bothered to introduce him to the rest of the class, as she would normally do with new students. If she didn't look at him or question him every now and then, you would have thought she doesn't see him at all. Yet, they're interacting, as if that strange boy had been there for years now. All casual.

Then there's the rest of the students. You might be an outsider, but you know your classmates. Enough at least, to find it odd that such an eye candy managed to sit all by himself at the back of the class. Usually, girls and boys would crowd around him, as they do with Jaehyun, one of the more popular students in your year. And the oddest thing about it, is that he doesn't seem to even mind. The contrary actually:

He seems awfully pleased at being on his own. From back there, he can look over the whole class and there is this superior look on his face. When he even goes as far as to lounge his legs on his desk, he looks nothing short of a bratty King, sunk into his throne.

It itches you to talk to him, to question him and to prove to yourself that you're imagining too much into this situation. There's just one problem.

"Morning pugly." you ignore the nasty snicker of some of your classmates at the corner.

You'd never be able to gather the courage to talk to Doyoung. Even if you did, your classmates would probably take any chance they get to embarrass you in front of him. And what for? A brief glance of notice? A smile? With how gloomy his gaze is, youre not even sure if the guy has it in him to smile.

With a brief huff you push your glasses back up your nose, "Good to see you back gollum, you give me a good laugh all year." a girl sneered, as she passes your desk.

Ignoring that and many other comments that follow, you sit through the rest of class. A couple of times paper balls, with mean messages written onto them, would hit your head and you'd discreetly throw them in the trash. By now, you were really good at aiming at the trash can in the corner, without the teachers noticing.

A sting on your scalp rips you out of your stupor. The guy sitting behind you pulled your hair. You briefly turn around to throw them a threatening glare.

However, before you can do that, something odd happens.

Through the open window of your classroom, a swift shadow appears and darts right for the guy. It's a raven, you realize with a gasp. It's clawing at the guy's face, even as he tries to fight it off. The teacher and the rest of the class all errupt into panicked screams and shouts, as you watch in awe, how the raven rips out a chunk of hair from the guy's scalp and flies back out of the window. Everyone is in a frenzy.

Except him.

He's laughing into his palm, like he is purposefully doing a bad job of concealing it. You stare at him in confusion and also slight terror. When he notices, he gives you a smirk and you quickly turn away.

What the hell? What was that?

The guy is sent to the nurse immediately and, just to make sure he gets there without anymore bird attacks, the teacher accompanies him. In truth, you guess she just really doesn't want to stay in that classroom any longer. Nothing to blame her for, really.

However, you know what happens when there are no teachers around and you dread it more than anything. After everyone has finally calmed down and went back to getting bored again, the people start crowding your desk.

"That sick bird shoulda gotten you, I bet it would get a good nest in this thing you call your hair."

"Not to be mean, but you definitely need a makeover. Or maybe ten."

"Maybe I can help with that?" the girl who had called you gollum before, pulls her gum from her mouth. You grimace, but a pair of hands on your shoulders prevent you from moving. No matter how hard you try, you can't scramble away, when she reaches out, to smear the gum in your hair.

You close your eyes. When they leave you alone, you can just cut it out with scissors. Maybe you even manage to wash it out.

But the gum never comes. Instead, what comes is a surprised gasp. You open your eyes, just in time to see Doyoung taking the girl's gum and placing it on her own forehead. However, the sound that follows is neither disgust nor anger.

It's a scream of pure anguish.

When your big eyes look at the girl's forehead, there is steam levitating into the air and you hear a small sizzling noise. Suddenly, there's a sickening smell of burned skin in the room.

The girl stumbles back, trying to rip the gum off, as Doyoung watches her with a thoughtful pout, "You humans are so narrow minded. Finding pleasure in hurting others..." he smirks to himself, "I thought that was exclusively our thing."

When his eyes flicker to you with a warmer version of his smile you can't help but flinch. Either he doesn't notice or he doesn't care, "Come on, let's get out of here. There's no fun people around and the teacher is busy making out with the janitor."

You gape at him. So do the other students around you. "Look, stay here and get tormented if you want to. I'll get some ice cream." Everyone has formed a tight circle around you, Doyoung and the girl, but when he steps towards the classroom door, they jump apart as if he were a lion, ready to pounce.

Still confused beyond belief, you stare at the girl, who's silently crying and peeling the remains of gum from her forehead. Then, as if stung by a bee, you pack your things and run after him.

"How did you do it?" you pant, when you finally catch up to him.

He gives you a curled smirk, "How did I do what?"

"D-don't play dumb with me! That gum had at least a hundred degrees!" you stress.

Passing through the halls and towards the school's entrance, he nods in thought, "Odd things happen."

You puff out your cheeks in exasperation, "They happen around you!"

"About that, you're right." He says and stretched his hand to you, when you finally make it out of the building, "I'm Doyoung, by the way."

You're almost scared to touch him, because, what if his hand is as hot as that gum? But when you shake his hand, it's pleasently warm and soft, "Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." Doyoung smiles again and turns away. You don't follow him right away, so he leaves you standing there.

"Thank you!" you shout, when he's almost at the street and you finally think of catching up to him.

As if not knowing a thing, he lifts a brow, "For?"

"Don't think I didn't notice." you say and when he humms, as if to prompt you to continue, you explain: "I don't know how you did it, but you helped me. You... Defended me."

Rolling his eyes, he says: "How adorable, you think I did this for you."

Ignoring the sting in your chest, you ask: "Why then?"

"Entertainment." he leans down, so close that your noses almost touch, "You've gotta admit, the look on their faces was very funny."

Doyoung laughs at your taken aback expression and the flush you're pretty sure you're sporting right now. Without another word, he turns to walk further.

You follow him wordlessly. There's a little awkwardness from your side and you wonder why you're following him around, like a lost pup. He doesn't seem to mind though and the two of you walk in silence for a few minutes.

Soon, you reach a familiar area that you like to frequent with your best friend Taeyong a lot; a long street, filled with an old-fashioned market. Booths with veggies, bread, candy and all kinds of hand crafted goods line both sides, so far down the street that you can't even see the end from the start. The sky above you is filled to the brim with clouds. It's a little chilly, but for now you seem safe from rain.

Doyoung heads right for an ice cream booth and orders a cone with chocolate and vanilla. Then he turns to you, "Y/N will pay, since I've been such a good friend today."

The guy working the ice cream booth looks at you with a bored expression. You're still taken aback, but you manage to scramble for your wallet. Only when Doyoung is happily licking on his ice cream and the two of you walk further down the market street, does it occur to you what you just did.

"Why, you-"

"One hand washes the other and such." Doyoung says, as if that's a sufficient explanation, "Like you said, I helped you."

You sigh and decide you can handle the three bucks spent on Doyoung's delighted expression.

"Why did you let them pick on you like that?" he suddenly asks.

You take a moment, "I... I just don't think I should encourage them to do worse."

"You think that'll happen?"

"If I piss them off enough to actually want to hurt me" you shrug, "Jup, I'm guessing that's what would happen."

He humms and starts munching on the cone, "Only if you don't do it properly."

"What do you mean."

Crunch, crunch, "You have to put them in their place."

You laugh, taken aback, "You sound like a dictator."

"I'm just following my principles." he shrugs, "after my little tricks, they will definitely not come for you, if I'm around. But I have better things to do, than devote my time to being your bodyguard."

"Understandable." You scratch the back of your head awkwardly, "for real though, are you a magician or something?"

He laughs, wide and bright and you decide it's unexpectedly nice, "No, not a magician."

"So you're not a magician and neither are you a dictator", tilting your head, you look at him, "Are you a fairy? Or a spirit maybe? God?"

He chokes on his ice cream cone and then laughs so hard, it's like you've said the funniest and absurdist thing ever, "No, thankfully, I'm not god." When he looks at you, his gaze is smug, "I'm surprised you haven't caught up yet. Let me give you a hint."

He winks and above you, a bolt of lightning drenches the world in white. You gasp. There, behind his back is a dark shape, bigger than even his whole body. A pair of wings, you realize with your heart pounding like crazy. But not only that. There, between his fluffy, black hair, a pair of pointy shapes contrasts against the white sky.

Horns.

You gulp, when you meet his eyes again. They're drenched in a red glow and paired with this sinister smirk, the answer finally comes to you. But the words get stuck in your throat, disbelief and fear clouding your mind beyond use. His wings flutter softly, as he speaks them for you:

"I am the devil."

-*- FIN -*-

[buriednurbckyrd]

Oh, Baby! (1)

Mini sequel to Right In Front of You; The Reader has decided she’s ready to start a family and Bucky is definitely on board.

* * * Bucky was lost in his thoughts and the motions of his work out.  Y/N was due for her heat at any time now, which was normally enough to have him distracted from his surroundings.  But his Omega had dropped a bomb on him: she was ready for a pup.  She had met with Fury and Steve to discuss how she would adjust to potential motherhood, before anyone could put in their opinion on the matter.  Even her Alpha, which had rankled him at first.  But he wasn't a controlling Alpha, and while Y/N was stubborn, she wasn't a foolish woman.   “Any mission work that comes up during my pregnancy will be discussed with my doctor.  But my role on the team will still change during and after.  I will be switching gears to strictly defense and search and rescue.  Obviously being a mother will come first, but I'm an agent and I'm not ready to hang that hat up completely.”  To the point, no nonsense.  Exactly how she was in the line of duty.  He never doubted that she would get exactly what she wanted.  If she wanted to balance motherhood with field work, albeit in a different capacity, then she would figure it out and excel at it.   Before he could stop it, the image of his Omega's plump body expanding with child flooded his brain and the groan he let out had nothing to do with the weight he was lifting.  Her pre-heat scent was driving him crazy, reminding him that this time there would be no barriers to stop his seed from taking root.  He set the barbell back onto the rack and sat up, discreetly adjusting himself.  He didn't think he'd been less than at least half hard since she told him she was ready to try her next heat.   “Yo, Cold Miser!”  Sam's voice shook him from his reverie.  He looked over at the other man.  Sam held up Bucky's phone.  “This thing has been going off for ten minutes, man!  Didn't you hear it?” He scrambled over and took the phone, turning on the screen.  Five missed calls from Y/N.  He hit redial and cursed his distracted mind. “Y/N?” He said as soon as he heard his call connect.   “Bucky.” She sounded breathless.   “You okay, sweetheart?” His brow furrowed when he heard a whimper.   “It's starting Alpha,” she whined. “I need you now.”  He swallowed hard and willed his dick to behave while he was still in the gym with Sam.   “I'll be right there,” he assured her.  “I'm on my way.”  She hummed in approval and ended the call.  He looked over at Sam.  “I'm uh...” “Yeah yeah, I've seen the writing on the wall.  Stay hydrated you animals.” … FRIDAY had to let him into their rooms, but the AI didn't give him any trouble.  And when the protocol was in place to keep his Omega safe, he wouldn't complain about the extra three seconds it took.   “Doll? How're you doing?”  He called out, rushing to their bedroom.  She was stripped down to a flimsy tank top and her underwear.  Her pajama pants were balled up on the floor, discarded when her temperature began to rise.  Y/N looked up at him and made a pleased sound.   “So much better now that you're here, Alpha.”  She crawled to the end of the mattress and beckoned him closer.  “You sure you were just working out, JB?  You smell like sex already.”  She teased him, running her hands under his sweat soaked tee shirt.  He grinned and grabbed her hips, gently digging his fingers into her flesh possessively.   “Been thinking about you all morning, 'Mega,” he replied, his voice dropping an octave.  “You been smellin' so sweet all week, Y/N.  It was torture waiting for your heat to start so I can fill you up with my pups.”  She pulled his shirt off and dropped it.   “You think it's been easy for me?”  She licked his neck and sucked at his bonding mark.  Bucky let out a soft moan and slid his fingers into her panties, teasing her lips.   “You're already dripping, babe.” Instead of answering, Y/N cupped his cheek and guided him to her mouth.   “Kiss me, Alpha.  I need you.”  The kiss began soft, loving.  Expressing the feelings neither one needed to speak out loud.  This union was precious, and they basked in the strength of their bond.  But it was still a very primal, physical act and as Bucky continued to touch her the kiss turned into something more forceful.  She bit into his bottom lip and tugged, before pulling back to catch her breath.   “I fucking love you.”  He panted, sliding two fingers inside her slick channel.  Her head fell back with a surprised cry.  His metal hand gripped her tank top and before he realized what he was doing it was torn in two and his mouth was closing over one of her nipples. “Oh!” She nearly fell backwards, but his prosthetic arm darted out to catch her.  “K-keep that up and I'm gonna come!”  He grinned around her nipple and scraped his teeth other the little nub, at the same time the fingers inside of her zeroed in on her g-spot and rubbed firmly against it.  Her hands caught in his hair, pulling at the strands as he worked her closer to her first release.  “Alpha,” she whimpered.  “James, oh please…”  She broke off with a gasp and he knew she was nearly there. “Come for me, pretty 'Mega, come for your Alpha.”  He growled and bit her other nipple.  The unexpected sharpness tipped her over the edge and she came around his fingers.  Bucky gently laid her back on the bed without giving her a chance to recover he tore off her panties and his mouth was on her cunt, licking and sucking at her clit.   “Fuck! It's too much!”  She wailed, but her body told him a different tale as her thighs clamped around his head holding him in place.   “You got another one in you,” he rasped.  “Give me one more and I'll fill you up so good...”  He promised.  Three fingers worked their way back into her, stretching and preparing her for his knot.  He swore her slick was running down his wrist as he fucked her with his hand.   “Fuck fuck fuck!”  She sobbed out.  He could feel her thick thighs tremble and he added a final finger, stretching her full.  Her body went rigid with her second orgasm, mouth open in a silent scream.   Bucky carefully pull his fingers back from her sensitive pussy and licked her slick from his digits.  His Alpha side was very pleased and smug looking down at his fucked out mate.   “Think you're ready to take my knot, Omega?”  He pushed his sweats and boxers down his legs, stroking his cock.  “I'm gonna stuff you full of come,” he said lowly, his eyes growing darker.  “Breed my beautiful Omega, everyone'll know I'm the one that filled you.”   “Only you.”  She murmured back.  The submission in her voice surprised him, and when he met her eyes he saw a vulnerability he had never seen before from his fierce Omega.  It made him pause. “Y/N,” His voice softened and he brushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead.  “I feel like I should say...something.”  She smiled and kissed his palm.   “I already know.”  He returned the smile and ran his hands up and down her legs.   “You ready?”  His playful tone was back.   “Definitely. Fuck me, Alpha.  Breed me.”  She wiggled her hips and he groaned. Bucky lined himself up with her entrance and teased them both, rubbing the head of his cock in her slick.  “Oh god, James please!” “I don't think you've ever begged me before,” he chuckled.  “I kind of like it.”   “Cocky Alpha bastard.” “You love it,” he pushed into her.  “Ffffffuck you feel amazing.” He didn't stop until he was fully seated inside of her.  “'M gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart.”   “Promises, promises.”  She moaned out.  He seemingly ignored her sarcasm and groped her soft belly as he thrust in and out of her.   “I can't wait to see you get round and ripe with my pup,” he panted. “Fucking love your body, so perfect, my gorgeous girl...”  Bucky already felt his knot begin to inflate, the muscle poised to expand and lock them together.  “Play with those perfect tits while I fuck you full.”  He growled.  Y/N's hands went to her breasts, pinching and plucking at her nipples.  “Yes...” He hissed, slamming into her as he lost himself in the sensations.   “James, oh fuck, fuck your Omega!”  She worked her hips, meeting him for each thrust.   “Mine.” He snarled.  He hunched over her, sucking at her mark.  “You're mine.”   “I'm gonna come again Alpha, I need your knot!”  Her body was nearing exhaustion, needing a break to recover from Bucky's ministrations. “Come for me, baby, fill me up.”  She reached down and caressed his balls, already aching to come.  It never failed to give him the final push.   “Shit, Omega you know exactly how to touch me...” Her teeth caught his earlobe and she nibbled.  “Fucking hell I'm close!”  His thrusts grew shallower as his knot started to catch on her walls.   “Give it to me…” she purred in his ear, fingers finding his perineum and gently but firmly pressing down.  A jolt went through his body and he came with a choked shout, biting into the scar he had left when they mated.  Feeling his seed coat her womb triggered Y/N's third orgasm, and she went limp under him utterly spent.  Bucky was ready to collapse with her, but held himself up to catch his breath before carefully rolling onto his back with Y/N splayed across his chest.   “When we can move again I'll get you some water and something to eat.” He told her, stroking her back.  “God you're so soft...”  The callouses on his fingers sent a shiver through her and she clenched around his knot.  “Fuck!  You feel goddamn incredible squeezing the shit out of me.”  A smaller, mild orgasm rolled through him and he released another load inside her.   “I have a good feeling,” she said dreamily.  “I bet you got me on our first try.”  He let out a quite laugh at her sleepy voice.   “But we can still keep going just to make sure, right?”   “Mmm-hmm. After a nap though.  You wore your Omega out, Alpha.”  Bucky felt his heart swell with pride.   “Get some rest, Doll.  I'll still be here when you wake up.”  He laced his fingers with hers and kissed the top of her head.  It didn't take long for her breathing to even out and he knew she was asleep. … Three weeks later Bucky had been looking for Y/N for over and hour.  One moment she was in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea and the next she had vanished.  He wouldn't have been so concerned but he had tried calling her a couple of times and each time it went directly to her voice mail.  He jogged out to the garage where all the vehicles were parked and saw her pick up parked where it always was.  Her green house was empty, and no one had seen her come in the gym.   He had checked their rooms first, but decided to try there again.  It turned out to be a good idea, as he finally found her pacing in their bedroom.   “There you are!  Where the heck did you disappear?”  She stopped walking and looked at him with a guilty expression.   “I went out to get a test.”  She looked down.  “I took Natasha's car so you wouldn't suspect.”  She sniffled and he gathered her into his arms. “Hey, I'm not mad, but I would have gone with you.”   “I just didn't want to get our hopes up so I thought if I just got it and took it by myself...”  She trailed off and nuzzled his chest. “I can't look at it without you.  I don't know why I thought I should do it alone.”   “I'm here now, it's okay.”  He lifted her chin and rested his forehead against hers.  “You don't need to explain anything to me.  I know when you feel overwhelmed you tend to run and hide.”  He smiled. “But try and remember that we're in this together.  Whatever that test says, okay?”  She nodded.   “It should be ready.  I left it by the sink.”  He kissed her and took her hand.   “Ready to look?”  She took a deep breath and they slowly walked to the bathroom.  “We lookin' for a line?  Or is it two lines?”  She squeezed his hand and stared at the little white stick from the doorway. “I got one of those fancy digital ones, it'll say 'pregnant' or 'not pregnant'.”  He lifted their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles.   “No matter what it says, it's you and me.”  He said again.  She took another deep breath and reached for the test, turning it over so they could both see the tiny result window.  Bucky was speechless, looking up to see her eyes overflowing with tears and her radiant smile. “You're gonna be a dad.”  

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