#okay this blue outfit with no shirt underneath and the openness of it and the necklace and everything is

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[doitforbangchan]

All Bark and No Bite - 20

Masterlist /Series masterlist

Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Chapter Warnings: Afab/fem reader, violence (poorly written), character deaths, blood, weapons (knives, gun, shovel), choking, angst, cursing, crying, name calling, kissing, suggestive- I want to start with an apology to Atiny bc this is nooooot good for them tbh

WC: 12.7k

“Please?” 

“No, baby.” 

“Please?”

“I said no, omega.”

“But why?” 

“This is a serious deal, I don’t need my pretty omega to be a distraction.” 

Chan's words made you lip wobble and you cast your head down as you blinked back tears. You had asked -more like begged- to join him today. You heard him sigh and step away from where he was fixing his hair in the mirror and he turned to you. He tenderly held your face in his hands and lifted your gaze back up to his. 

“What I mean baby, is I don’t know what kind of people these potential buyers are. I would rather you be here with the pack where I know you're safe and sound. Okay?” The alpha was pumping out calming pheromones in an attempt to sooth you and make you more agreeable. You breathed in the dizzying scent and immediately felt better. You nodded and only had a mild pout remaining on your lips. He chuckled and gave you a gentle kiss to your head before turning back to looking in the mirror. 

He looked good. He was dressed in black dress pants that hugged his meaty thighs just right, and a white button down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons were undone, giving a peak of his broad chest underneath. He paired the outfit with a pair of black Prada dress shoes and a gold chain around his neck that glimmered in the reflection. Overall his look screamed old money. 

You would have jumped his bones if you hadn’t been so anxious. Ever since you woke up this morning there has been this gnawing uneasiness that had been plaguing you that you couldn’t explain. Chan had to go a few towns over to show a big property for some potential buyers. Something in you didn’t want to see your alpha leave today. Or at the least you wanted him to bring you. You and chan had chalked it up to omega hormones but deep down you knew it was something else. Something more sinister. 

“I’ll miss you today.” You murmured, casting your gaze to his now pushed back hair then flickering over to his face where you caught his poorly contained grin. 

“Aww I’ll miss you more, Baby. I’ll be thinking of you the whole time I’m gone.” 

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Yeah right. The only thing on your mind is how much money your company is going to make from this deal.” 

Chan gasped dramatically, acting hurt. “That’s not true! You are always the main thing on my mind. I’d say 80 percent of my thoughts are about how much I miss and love you.” 

You pouted again, “Oh yeah? What’s the other 20 percent?” 

“How much I can’t wait to spoil my baby and my pack with the huge payout.” He grinned at you cheekily and gave you a wink. 

You giggled, “You know the boys would be stoked to hear you say that. Still, you’ll be gone practically all day. Whatever shall I do with myself, hmm?” ” 

Suddenly he snapped his fingers as if he had a great idea. 

“I have a great idea!” Oh he was so cute. The alpha took out his phone and typed something quickly then he shoved it back in his pocket. “There, now you won’t be bored.” He seemed pleased with himself. 

“What did you do?” You asked, narrowing your eyes in inquiry and crossing your arms. Literally a second later there was a knock on the door of Chan's room. “Channieee what did you do?” 

He smirked at you and raised his hands in defense, “Nothing nothing! Come on in!” He called out. 

Slowly the door creaked open and the epitome of blue haired happiness peaked his head in, offering you a heart melting smile. “Good morning, sunshine.” 

No matter how many times you’ve seen those freckles they still managed to give you butterflies. “Morning Lixie. What are you up to?” 

A flash of confusion went over his face, then he looked to Chan quickly then back to you. “I’m here to pick you up? Aren’t we going to the farmers market this morning?” 

Your eyes lit up in excitement, “Really?!” 

Both men chuckled at how easily excitable you were- they found it endearing and it just made them love you even more (if that was even possible). It seems like Chan's little distraction method was already working.

“Yes Baby. I thought it would be fun for you and Lix to go out for a while.” Chan said, placing a kiss on your forehead. Then he looked down at his watch, seeing it was already ten am. “I gotta get going, I meet with the clients at noon and it takes about a little more than an hour or so if there's no traffic. Plus there's a coffee shop I like to stop by when I go.” he gave you a cheeky kiss on your lips then a hard smack to your ass as he passed. Earning him a loud ‘HEY!’. He laughed and sped out before he could face your wrath. “I love you! Have fun with Felix! That’s an order!” 

You rolled your eyes with a huff, then you sarcastically saluted him. “Sir yes sir.” 

“Save the ‘sir’ talk for Min.” Chan snickered leaving the room, giving Felix a pat on the back as he went.

Felix stepped fully into the room now. He was dressed casually in a pair of wide leg jeans and an oversized white baggy tank. It was a good look on him, especially with his hair tied back. “Are you ready to go, love?” 

You were already dressed and ready for the day, donning a long white sundress that had a pink floral design and a corseted top. You felt something was missing though. “Hmm.. gimme one second Lix - OH I KNOW!” You snapped your fingers then ran to the closet, quickly pulling out a floppy white sun hat. You put it on your head proudly and turned back to Felix. 

He held up two thumbs up and had a wide smile, “Perfect farmers market outfit!” 

You beamed back, “Thanks Lixie. I’m ready for our date now.” 

A deep blush appeared on his face and up to his ears and he couldn’t get rid of the giddiness in his expression. ‘Our date…’ Felix liked the sound of that. He looped arms with you and led you out of the house. 

The market was surprisingly bustling. There were many different stalls set up with vendors selling all kinds of home grown fruits and veggies, along with some selling baked goods and garden starters.

The both of you were having a great time together. You had already drinken a fresh smoothie from a food truck near the beginning. Each of you had gotten a different flavor and had shared both. They were delicious and a great way to beat the ever growing heat. 

You were telling Felix about your plans for some of the produce when a little girl no older than three years old ran past you, being playfully chased by an older boy who looked to be about six. They ran past laughing and giggling and it brought a smile to your face. You knew they had to be siblings by the way they both had chunky cheeks and light brown hair. It made you wonder what your future kids will look like . ‘Will they have my eyes? Chans nose perhaps? Maybe little pouty lips?’ Subconsciously you brought a hand up to rest over your stomach. 

“Are you alright, love?” 

Felixs words brought you out of your head, and his gentle face appeared in front of you. He noticed your hand had moved to your midsection. 

“Yeah, m’ fine Lixie.” You offered a small smile and he raised a brow like he didn’t believe you. “It’s just..” You looked down nervously. “Do you think Channie would wanna start our family soon?” 

 Felix almost felt his heart break at your crestfallen face. But then all at once it was rebuilt again. ‘She wants a baby? She would be so adorable with a pregnant belly.’ 

“Oh omega..” He cooed and lifted your head with his free hand. You didn’t want to meet his eyes but you knew that’s what he was looking for so tearfully you did. “I know for a fact that Alpha will want to give you pups, he’s wanted to be a dad his whole life. Most of us have. It’s only a matter of time before he’s ready. I think maybe he wants you to be ready first.” 

You nodded, “I think you’ll all make wonderful fathers.” 

He nuzzled your nose with his own, “And you’ll make an amazing mother. Plus you’ll be extra cute when you're all round and waddling around.” He pressed a cheeky peck to your lips. “Even imagining it is driving me crazy. If Chan doesn’t hurry up I may have to do it myself.” 

You snorted and pulled back, “Yeah because defying him and taking things into your own hands worked out so well last time.” 

He grimaced remembering how terrible it was to not be able to touch you. “On second thought, maybe we’ll wait a while.” You laughed then returned to browsing. Almost immediately your attention was off the previous subject.

“OOO look at those! They’re huge!” You exclaimed and pointed at the massive watermelons in front of you . They had to be the biggest fruits you had ever seen in your life and you knew you had to have it. You looked at Felix with puppy dog eyes, asking for permission to get one of these giant melons. 

The beta looked down at all the things you had already gotten; his arms held bags full of squashes, berries, breads and goods galore (he had demanded he hold the bags for you no matter what you bought). He sighed, knowing he would never be able to tell you no but dreading having to carry that around. “Ok baby, anything for you. Pick whatever one you want.” 

You critically examined each melon, then pointed at the one that looked the best to you. “Ahh good pick young lady.” The old man at the stall rubbed his beard. “That one is about 40 pounds and should be one of the sweetest ones.” 

You clasped your hands together and handed him some money (that Felix was gracious enough to let you hold on to; to make you feel like you're contributing), “That’s so heavy!”

The beta dreaded having to carry this thing but he went to pick it up anyways.

“Lixie, it’s ok I can take it-” 

“Nah I got it”

“At least let me carry the bags-”

“Pfft, I got this Baby, I’m a man you know?” He flexed as if he were trying to make a point and you rolled your eyes and held your hands up in defeat. With a deep breath, he tried to lift the melon. He almost fell backwards with it in his arms, the weight being too much along with everything else. 

Thankfully the old man was there, as he had to hurriedly take the large fruit from Felix before he could drop it. “Careful there, son. That took me months to grow.” 

You giggled while Felix held in a pout at being scolded. “Aww Lix it’s ok, it’s just a melon I don’t need it.” 

He scowled lightly, “Now hold on a minute Baby, you’re getting this melon if it’s the last thing I do!”

You did in fact get your melon… After the farmer man had to carry it to the car for you. Even though his ego was hurt Felix still thanked the man and handed him a twenty dollar bill for his trouble. 

Now you were both in the car on the way back home. You couldn’t stop your little chuckles at how cute his red cheeks were. You reached up and pinched the heated skin.

“Baby stoooopppp it’s not funny!” He whined and smacked your hand away while keeping one hand on the wheel. “What kind of man can’t even carry a watermelon?!” 

“Lix, anybody would have struggled with that thing. It doesn’t make you less of a man.” 

He grumbled under his breath, “the farmer could lift it just fine..” 

“Felix… are you jealous of the farmer?” You asked slowly, trying not to laugh again. 

“He was like seventy years old and could pick it up no problem! And he had a sick ass beard!” 

“You are so cute Lix oh my god.” This time there was no containing your cackling, you laughed so hard tears started to well in your eyes. Seeing you laughing next to him made Felix start to laugh too, now realizing how silly it is. 

The car drove down the forest road to the house, then a few moments later pulled up and parked in front of the house. Seeing Chan's car gone from the driveway reminded you of the dread that loomed within you, your sweet scent slightly souring. 

Felix turned off the car and turned to you with a crinkle in his brow. “What’s wrong baby?” 

“Something feels wrong Lix. Something has felt wrong all day.” You wrung your hands together anxiously. You looked at the time on the dashboard, seeing it ‘11:50’. Chan might not be with the clients yet. “Do you think we can maybe send a text to Channie just to make sure he’s alright?” 

The beta pulled out his phone, “absolutely.” He opens his phone and hands it to you. “Type whatever you want. We really should get you your own phone soon, it’s not practical in the long run that you don’t have one.” 

You took his phone and typed out a quick message to your alpha, wishing him luck and telling him you loved and missed him. You sent it with bated breath and waited. After about thirty seconds the message said ‘read’ and you felt like you could breathe again. A response came in a moment after. 

‘I miss you more baby. I’ll see you before you know it and you can tell me all about how much fun you had today. I love you, my gorgeous girl.’ 

“See? He’s alright.” Lix reassured and patted your knee. You nodded and handed your phone back to him. You felt better after seeing his reply but the dread didn’t dwindle by much. Felix patted your knee with a smile then opened his door and hopped out, running around to open yours but he wasn’t quick enough before you opened your door with a playful grin. “Baaabbyy I wanted to open it for you!” He whined with a huff. 

“Oh I’m sorry, I apologize. You are a man after all.” You teased him then shut the door again. He laughed and opened your car door with a bow. 

“After you mam.” 

“Thank you, good sir.” You giggled and accepted his outstretched hand. When you were out you gave him a little peck on his lips. He shut your door then opened the back to grab the goods you acquired today- glaring daggers at the offending melon. You rolled your eyes, “ oh don’t be petty, it’s just a fruit Lix!” 

“A fruit who disrespected me! And is about to do it again!” He protested, a frown now gracing his freckled face. “We both know I can’t carry that thing…So now I gotta do the most painful thing in the world.” 

“Aww what’s that, babe?” 

“I have to ask Changbin to help.” 

That once again made you laugh, “His ego is going to be through the roof. I’ll ask him, Lix. He won’t make fun of you if you have your hands full. Or you could let me help yo-” 

“Nope go ahead and get Bin.” He was already filling his arms with your bags and goods. 

“Hmph. Fine.” You pouted and walked into the house, calling for the alpha. “Ohh Binnnniiiie” You sung aloud, then waited. A second later a rumbling pair of feet came scrambling into the room, almost slipping on the rug. You hid your smile with your hand as Changbin was now in front of you pretending to act cool as if he hadn’t almost fallen. 

“Oh hey Baby. You called?” His ears were red and he leaned on the wall. 

“Hi handsome, do you mind helping me out please? There's a heavy melon I can’t lift.” You clasped your hands out in front of you and smiled at him sweetly, making his heart beat wildly in his chest. 

“Of course I’ll help you, but wasn’t Felix with you?” Bin asked. 

“Right here.” Felix came in behind you with his arms full. 

“Damn baby, how much did you get?” Changbin did a double take as the beta passed by him.

His comment made you feel sheepish, you bit your lip and slightly furrowed your brow. “Oh uh, ya know.. Just some stuff for the pack and the garden..” 

“In her defense, she’s an omega who was let loose in a farmers market with almost unlimited funds.” Felix called from further within the house now. 

“I’m kind of jealous you went without me.” The alpha admitted and followed you out to the car. 

“You do have to share me sometimes, Binnie.” You sing songed your words, then yelped when you felt a swift smack to your butt. “Ouch!” 

“Holy shit that thing is huge!” The back was still open in the car so he got a good look at the monstrosity. 

“I know right?! I’ve never seen one so big!” 

He snickered, “That’s what she said.” 

You snorted and smacked his butt in return. “You're damn right!” 

He balked at your response, face turning even redder and mumbling, “Who are you?” 

“I’m what you boys have turned me into.” You grinned at him with a wink. 

Changbin hauled the melon into his arms with ease, holding it with one arm and using the other hand to shut the door. You swooned at how easy it was for him, biting your lip at the flex of his muscles when he lifted the fruit. With his free hand he grabbed yours and led you back into the house. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?” 

“Hmm,” You hummed, pursing your lips in thought. You knew you should distract yourself and usually that would be with chores but you had all been good about keeping up with them that there was no need. “I’m not sure. What about you, Binnie?” 

“Whatever you're doing, I’m doin baby.” He brought the back of your hand up to his mouth and gave it a wet kiss.

His sweet answer made you let out a quiet purr. Your inner omega was over the moon to have happy Binnie back. The last few days had been a painful whirlwind of emotions for the both of you. 

You thought back to the saplings you got from the market. “How does some gardening sound?” 

“Only if we can have some lemonade while we do it!” 

You giggled and nodded, “Of course, if we still have some. Ji has been drinking a lot of it lately.” 

Going into the kitchen you saw Lix and Hyunjin, both going through the various things you brought home.

 “Good haul, Baby!” Hyunjin said when he spotted you entering the space. Then his eyes widened at the sight of the watermelon. “Woah, that is freakin gigantic! You weren’t lying Lix.”

“Why would I lie about the literal bane of my existence?” The younger beta grumbled. 

Hyunjin shrugged, “I don’t know, I thought you were exaggerating.” He came up to you and literally pushed Changbin away, then enveloped you in a hug. “Hi gorgeous! Did you have fun?” 

“Mmhmm,” You leaned up and gave him a kiss. “A ton of fun. They had so much to look at! I saw some produce I had never even heard of before!” 

Hyunjin went back to scavenging through the goods, “I want to go next time! It’s not fair that Felix had all the fun with you.” He pouted and glared at the other beta- who in protest stuck his tongue out childishly. 

“You had fun with her the other day! We never spend time together anymore!” 

“Well I’m not the one who misbehaves, so I think I’ve earned unlimited time.” Hyunjin snarked with a stomp. 

“Children settle down!” Changbin pointed at each of them, trying to calm down the gradually heating argument. He could sense your ever growing perturbation as the betas argued and -especially after the other day- he didn’t want anything to stress you out. “Everyone needs to get better at sharing in this damn house.” He tried to harden his tone like an alphas, wanting to get his authority across. 

Both betas scoffed at his attempt, Hyunjin giving him a dramatic side eye. “Since when do you go into high and mighty alpha mode?” 

“Since your weird territorial squabbling is stressing out the love of our lives, you asshole.” Changbin gestured to you, who had been silently biting your lip. 

Everyone's eyes softened, “Oh omega, we’re sorry, we weren’t trying to fight.” Lix said and wrapped you in a hug. 

“Yeah we were only joking around, baby.” Hyunjin added, trying to diffuse the tension. 

You nodded, “It’s alright, I know you boys like to bicker like old people.” ‘I just wish it wasn’t involving me.’

“Baby, I love you and all, but I think the one who acts like an old lady is you.” Hyunjin snickered and went to hug you again but you sidestepped him with a gasp. 

“How dare you!?” You poked his chest in jest. 

“What? Gardening, cooking and reading are your favorite activities! Those are hobbies for old ladies!” 

You huffed and laid a smack to his chest, making him laugh. “You’re not supposed to be the mean one Jinnie!” 

“M not mean I was just playin.” He protested with a whine and reached for you again but you held your hands out to stop him, laughing as he kept coming at you making kissy faces. 

A loud ringing interrupted the moment and all of your attention was brought to the device on the counter. Felix's phone was going off and Chan's picture lit up the screen. You looked to Felix in anticipation and he offered you a smile and a nod. You didn’t hesitate to snatch the phone up and press the answer button, bringing it to your ear. “Hello?” 

“Hi beautiful. What are you up to?” 

“Hi Channie. I’m in the kitchen with Lixie, Jinnie and Binnie. Is everything ok?” 

You heard him sigh in frustration, “Yeah it’s alright. The buyer stood me up. I’ve been waiting here for over 20 minutes past the meet up time.” 

Your heart broke for him. You knew how important this deal would have been for him and the company. “Oh alpha, I’m so sorry.” You could feel that lump of anxiety in your stomach growing once more. 

“It’s ok baby, other buyers will come, it's not a big deal. Anyways, I wanted to let you know I’m going to head home now and I’ll see you soon.” 

That perked you right up, a bright smile finding its way across your face, looking over to the boys who gave you thumbs up. “Ok, I’m excited to have you home. I love you.” 

He chuckled, “I’m excited to be home. I love you more, baby. See you soon.” With that he hung up. You could feel your claiming bite tingle when he said he loved you, your fingers absentmindedly tracing over the marred flesh of your neck. You giddily handed the device back to Felix. 

“He’s on his way home.” You beamed. You grabbed some of the saplings from the counter and grabbed Binnies hand. “Come on! I wanna surprise him with the new additions when he comes home!”

“Oh can I come?” Jinnie asked with pleading eyes. 

“No!” You huffed, “You called my gardening an old person hobby, so no you may not!” 

Felix and Changbin cackled while the other beta jutted his plump lip out in an angry pout. 

Chan could feel his patience wearing thin. He had waited at the entrance to the large vacant commercial building for far longer than he would have liked, only for the clients - who demanded to meet today- to be a no show. 

He looked at his emails once more just to be sure he hadn’t received anything from the client, then ran his hand through his hair. 

“Fuck this. I could have spent the day with my mate, instead I got this bullshit..” He angrily murmured, then let out a deep breath to steel himself. With a stedier mind, he pressed on Felix's contact. It rang once, twice, three times then it was picked up. 

“Hello?” 

It was his omega who answered the phone. Even hearing her voice calmed him down immensely. “Hi beautiful. What are you up to?” 

“Hi Channie. I’m in the kitchen with Lixie, Jinnie and Binnie. Is everything ok?” 

He sighed and kicked the dirt below him, trying to contain his anger.  “Yeah it’s alright. The buyer stood me up. I’ve been waiting here for over 20 minutes past the meet up time.” 

 “Oh alpha, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s ok baby, other buyers will come, it's not a big deal. Anyways, I wanted to let you know I’m going to head home now and I’ll see you soon.” He reassured you, knowing how you're probably feeling. ‘My girl is so empathetic.’ It’s one of the things he loves most about you. 

“Ok, I’m excited to have you home. I love you.”

“I’m excited to be home. I love you more, baby. See you soon.” He hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket. Chan was beyond ready to be home. His thoughts were consumed with you and how he wanted to hold you when he got back. 

In fact, Chan was so distracted that he didn’t pick up on the scent that was drawing closer to him until it was only feet away. His whole body went rigid when he finally caught a whiff of something foul. 

‘There's another alpha next to me.’ 

Chan was suddenly caught in a chokehold, a muscly arm coming around him and trying to take him to the ground. Chan was able to maneuver himself out of the hold with a hard twist of his body, his hands coming up to pry the offending arm from him. He spun around to face his assailant. It was an alpha he had never seen before, but something about him felt familiar in a way Chan couldn’t explain. 

“What the fuck?! Who are you?!” 

The man swung on Chan, a deafening growl escaping the other alpha when Chan was able to dodge. Though Chan was not able to dodge the swift kick that was delivered to his legs, sending him down on his back. When Chan was down in a more vulnerable position the other alpha smirked down at him. 

“Don’t I smell familiar to you, Chan?” The way this man sneered his name made his blood boil. Chan was able to roll away from the next attack, his own legs kicking the knee of the offender and sending him down when he tried to stomp on Chan. “Fuck, I heard you were a strong son of a bitch. You must be, to have hurt my mate.”

Chan sprung to his feet and looked at the other man. It was then that he noticed the bite mark on his neck. The gears in his head finally started to click into place. “You’re Wooyoung's alpha, aren’t you? You’re San.” 

“Don’t say his fucking name, you piece of shit!” San got back up as well, then lunged for Chan, getting a hit in on his face and sending him back a few feet. Chan could feel his nose start to drip just lightly and he was growing even more pissed off. “First you piss off my pack leader, then you piss off me. Things aren’t going to end well for you.” 

‘His pack leader? Who the fuck is hi-’ 

Chan's thoughts were cut off when another hurdling fist came at him, but this time he was more prepared, his own fist smashing into San. His mind was racing. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on but he started to piece it together. 

Wooyoung- a beta- tried to nab you. He was asked to leave town a mere day later and go to an abandoned building. Now an alpha; albeit not a very bright one, was attacking him and mentioning his pack leader. Chan's heart sank in his chest and his eyes widened. This wasn’t just about revenge for what he did to Wooyoung. 

This was about his omega. About you. 

And this man's pack leader was Hongjoong. 

Chan could feel nothing but pure rage and fear as he realized what was happening. He needed to get home to you. Now. 

Chan rolled up his sleeves and hardened his gaze. San wiped the blood from his lip and could feel the intensity coming from Chan, making him gulp but continuing his attack. He pulled out a pocket knife from his pants. “No one messes with my pack. Not even a notorious little bitch like you.” San jeered. 

“Sorry, I don’t have time for this. My omega is waiting for me.” Chan caught the other alpha off guard when he swiftly grabbed Sans arm before he was able to strike, and literally tossed him to the ground. Chan stomped hard on Sans hand, crushing his fingers and making him release the knife with a pained howl. Chan could feel the crunch of bone beneath his nice prada shoes and he grinned down evilly. 

“I’ll kill you!” San screamed and tried to fight him, but Chan hopped on top of him and started throwing his fists into the other alpha over and over again. Chan could feel the blood starting to coat his hands but he didn’t stop. He kept hitting him until his face was unrecognizable. At some point the man under him flailed his legs up in an attempt to knock Chan away but Chan just changed up his tactics, grabbing into the man's head and starting to bash the back of his head into the ground.

“You can’t kill me when you can’t even move.” All either of them saw was red.

Chan's heart was pounding so loudly in his ears. His whole body was splattered in blood, it coated his hands and dripped from his face. Some of it was his but most of it was Sans. The man laid still on the dirty ground, a pool of red surrounding him. Chan didn’t know or care if he was still breathing; and he wasn’t going to stick around to find out. 

He sprinted towards his car, throwing the door open and hopping in. His hands were nearly shaking as he tried to start the ignition. Just then his phone began to ring. He hastily dug it from his pocket, surprised the screen wasn’t cracked at the least. A number he didn’t recognize was calling him.  A sick feeling inside of him told him to answer. 

“Hello?” He put it to his ear and started his car. 

“I gotta tell you, Chris, you’re not as smart as people make you out to be.” 

Chan gripped the steering wheel tightly. “What do you want, Hongjoong? Wasn’t sicking your little pet on me enough?” 

The man on the line chuckled darkly and Chan knew there was a wicked smile on his stupid face. 

“Oh I think you know what I want. You stole something from me and I want it back.” 

Chan grit his teeth, understanding exactly what he was talking about. “I didn’t steal anything. She never belonged to you in the first place.” 

“Liar! You’re a filthy fucking thief. You took what was rightfully mine. I paid good money for that omega. Though I can’t say I’m not disappointed that it turns out she’s a dirty whore since she spreads her legs for you so easily. Still, she belongs to me and I don’t take kindly to thieves.” 

Chan let out the most menacing and guttural growl he had ever released in his life.”Don’t you ever fucking talk about her like that.” 

Hongjoong chuckled again. That little laugh made Chan want to gouge his eyes out of his head. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Chris. I thought we could talk this out; alpha to alpha.”

“It seems we’re way past that, since you sent your bitch after me.” 

“Did you kill him?” 

That wasn’t the question Chan was expecting, it almost seemed like Hongjoong cared about his pack. “Why don’t you come over here and check for yourself?” 

The man on the phone hummed with disdain. “Nah, I think I’ll go check in on my omega instead. She is wearing the most delectable little sundress today, isn’t she? Mmm, absolutely scrumptious.” 

Chan sped faster down the interstate, feeling the rage intensify even more. “You listen to me you shit stain -” 

“No, you listen to me! I don’t accept a slight against me! I’ve killed people for less. Trust me when I say that little whore isn’t gonna be worth it when I slit your throat. And every single one of your weak little pack mates. Too bad their big strong alpha left town and left them there. Sure would be a shame if something happened.” 

With that the line went dead. 

“FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUUUCKKKK” Chan slammed his hands against the sterling wheel as he screamed. He knew this was no time to panic and that he had to get home as quickly as possible and he had to warn the pack. He had no idea who was home right now, but he had to try. With shaky fingers he dialed the number. 

“You’re delusional.” 

“No! Everyone agrees Mark Ruffalo is the best ‘Hulk’!” You protested and threw a leaf at Changbin, who only cackled when it flew directly to the ground. You were sitting kneeling in the dirt, settling in the saplings while Changbin mostly kept you company and controlled the music. Right now ‘Genie in a bottle’ by Christina Agulara has just started playing. 

“Uh uh, you and I both know it’s Edward Norton.” 

You huffed, “And you call me delusional.” 

He patted your head as if soothing a feral dog, making you swat his hands away with a scowl.”You’re so cute when you’re all fired up, baby. Makes me wanna take you against that glass again like last time.” He smirked and laughed when you swatted him again. 

“Not right now, Binnie. I wanna get this done to show Channie when he gets home.” You had to pry off the alphas wandering fingers as they started to trail down your back. You crossed your arms when he began to kiss your neck. 

Changbin sighed wistfully and laid one more peck to your skin before pulling away, “Alright alright Baby, you win. I’ll let you finish your little project.” 

“Thank you Binnie.” You smiled and beckoned him down so you can give him a smooch. 

He kissed you again then stood up, adjusting his pants. “I think I’m gonna run in and grab a snack, since I can’t eat the delicious one right in front of me.” He side eyed you with a playful grin. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Do you need anything from inside?” 

You hummed in thought, “Maybe some more lemonade please?” 

“You got it.” He gave you a thumbs up and headed inside. 

Changbin made his way to the house. When he opened the back door and went inside he could tell something was up. The vibe inside felt off and he caught a whiff of something that he couldn’t place his finger on. He carefully walked towards the kitchen, still not seeing anyone but the scent was starting to get stronger. The alpha turned the corner to enter and was finally able to tell exactly where the scent was coming from.

Leaning against the fridge and eating an apple, was Wooyoung. Changbin froze at the sight of the beta. Changbin took notice of the state of the man. Wooyoung's nose was dark purple and he kept a bandage over it. He also had dark marks on his neck in the shape of fingertips. 

Wooyoung breathed deeply then snapped his head to face Changbin with a grin. This wasn’t his normal smile though, this time Changbin could see the villainous intentions behind it. 

“Hi Bin, I’ve been waiting for you.” He took another bite of the apple, the crunch making a shiver want to go down the alphas spine. 

“Wooyoung,” Changbin took a careful step towards him, eyes never leaving the man. “What are you doing here?” He kept his words low and said them slowly, trying to control the situation. 

The beta gave him a cheery shrug, obviously masking the pain the expression caused him due to his broken nose. “Thought I might come see my friend.  Aren’t you happy to see me?” 

“Wooyoung, what are you doing here?” Changbin had demanded, finding no amusement in the situation whatsoever. 

This time Wooyoung's face changed and his smile dropped. “ Let’s have a chat, like old times.” 

“We have nothing to talk about. I told you to leave me alone.” 

The beta took another bite from the fruit, “Come on Changbin, just hear me out. I have a proposition for ya.” That evil gleam sparkled in his eyes and he didn’t give Changbin a chance to respond before launching into it. “I -we- want you to join us. Be a part of our pack. I’ve told my head alpha all about you and he thinks you’d be a great addition.” 

“Your alpha?” Wooyoung nodded enthusiastically to his inquiry. “Who is your alpha?” 

“Hongjoong of course!” Changbin froze. His whole body was alight with trepidation and his eyes were wide. “He’s a great leader, you'll like him I promise. He said that since you're so strong you would do good in a strong pack- the others are mostly alphas so you’ll fit right in. Oh oh and you know the best part?!” He took another bite. Changbin could hear the manic exaggeration in his voice as he spoke, the man seemed to be unraveling mentally the more he droned on. “Joong said if you join us you can still fuck the omega whenever you want!” 

“No one is putting another finger on my girl.” The words came out before changbins brain could even catch up with all the things he had said, the only thing he registered was the mention of Baby. “You’re a fucking psycho if you think any of that is going to happen.”

Suddenly there was a loud scream from the floor above them, then a thundering pound as if something huge had fallen. Changbins eyes flickered to the ceiling then back to Wooyoung, who sighed in detest at the interruption. The beta glared at him and clicked his tongue. “Wrong answer.” 

The apple was forcefully thrown directly at Changbins face, the alpha yelling in pain when it made contact with his eye, the sweet juices splattering all over him. He wasn’t expecting the attack so his instincts made his hands shoot up to defend himself instead. Bin blindly reached his out to grasp at whatever he could and ended up cutting off Wooyoung's next attack by grabbing his arm that was flying at him. 

Wooyoung yelped when Changbin gripped his arm forcefully and yanked the beta to him. Changbin creaked his eyes open just in time to see another fist coming at him again, so he leaned forward quickly and managed to get a headbutt in on the beta man. 

The offender howled in pain when the crown of Changbins head smashed into his nose- the already broken appendage immediately starting to flow heavily. Wooyoung started to sway backwards but before he did he grabbed onto the alphas hair and forced him down to the ground with him. 

Another thudding crash was heard from upstairs then the sound of running feet spreading out around the second floor. All over the house a smell of blood spread around and it made Changbins own blood begin to boil. He needed to end this now. 

The alpha man threw his whole weight down on top of Wooyoung, knocking the air out of the beta. Wooyoung wheezed and was caught off guard; that's the moment Changbin took to wrap his thick bicep and forearm around Wooyoung's neck. Changbin did not let up for even a second on the pressure even as Wooyoung struggled and punched at him as he fought for air. 

“Just go to sleep!” He screamed at him and tightened the hold even more, efficiently choking the man below him. Soon enough his efforts paid off and Wooyoung's body fell limp in his hold. Changbin held position for another few seconds just to be sure it wasn’t a trick, then he rolled himself off of the beta with a groan. He could see that Wooyoung was not dead but he had passed out cold from the lack of oxygen.

Changbin breathed a brief sigh of relief as he scrambled to his feet and ran for the door. This was far from over. 

Your back was turned to the door of the greenhouse and your hands were busy digging another small hole for a sapling. ‘Genie in a bottle’ was still blaring through the speaker and you were humming along with the words and lightly dancing in your seat. 

An alpha presence was approaching from behind and you could hear the light steps as they neared. Changbin had only been gone for about a minute so you assumed it was him.  Your lips curled in a teasing smile and you called over your shoulder, “Well that was quick, don’t tell me you forgot my-” 

Your words were cut off as a hand embedded itself in your hair roughly and your head was forced back. Your hands shot to your head as you yelled from the shock and the pain. Your eyes were filled with tears as your face was yanked up and around to face the attacker. 

A man you recognized from your google search those few weeks ago before your escape was staring back at you with an unholy wickedness you had never encountered before. You gasped when he laughed at your obvious fear- his canine teeth were sharp and menacing as he licked over them as if tasting your fright.  

“Hello there, little omega.” You hated the way he said your presentation. “I’ve been looking for you.” 

“H-hongjoong?” You whimpered as he craned your neck back further to look at him. You could feel the tension of his nails on your scalp as he yanked and it made you cry harder. 

“Ah,” He grinned down at you, “So you do know who I am. Perfect, that saves us some time.” He started to drag you out of the greenhouse by your hair, making you scream as you tried to pull back but it was no use and you were forced to be dragged along with him as you scrambled on your hands and knees. 

“How did you find me?” You cried, your legs scraping against the hard ground and creating bloody scratches along them. 

He tsked, amused by your question. “That fucking thief wasn’t as careful as he thought he was. He forgot I have connections everywhere, including the police. The second you confirmed as not missing I knew exactly where you were. Though I will say it took a little longer than I had thought it would to track you down to a point. Wooyoung is usually very good with his nose.” 

You felt your heart plummet in your chest and you couldn’t breathe. It all made sense now- the incident at the carnival was worse than you thought it was. He really did try to take you away. All for this alpha. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked with faux kindness, cooing condescendingly. “Aren’t you happy to see your true alpha?” 

“You are not my alpha!” You screamed, bringing your hands up to try to scratch at him. “Channie is!”

Hongjoong used the grip on your hair to toss you forward into the dirt, cutting up your skin even more and dirtying your dress. He still kept his brutal hold on your head as he dragged you. “ Show some respect. I paid good money for you, you dirty fucking whore. That sorry excuse for an alpha is going to pay with his life for trying to steal what’s mine. Just like your father did for letting you escape.” 

Dad is…

Your cries turned to sobs as you took in the severity of his words. Your father was dead- murdered by this man. It couldn’t be true.. It can’t be. 

“You’re lying!” 

He snickered at your devastation, finding enjoyment in watching you sob in both kinds of agony. He had finally gotten you through the threshold of the greenhouse. “I’m many things, dollface, but I'm no liar.” 

“What you’re going to be is dead if you don’t let her go right fucking now.” 

Your eyes were filled with so many tears you didn’t see who said it but you didn’t need to. You had heard the menacing threat in his voice before and it made you feel better- that you weren’t alone completely- even if the comfort was miniscule. 

Hongjoong scoffed from above you, “Big words for a pathetic little beta. You’ll get yours soon enough don’t you worry, so why don’t you scurry along, hm?” 

Minho's dark eyes were locked on Hongjoong, his body rigid and his fingers twitching. He was trying not to show his fear. No, he wasn't scared of Hongjoong necessarily; he was scared for you. And he was more angry than he had ever been in his life. 

The betas mind was racing and so was his heart as he tried to assess the best way to handle the situation. He had been at the garage a few yards from the main house when Chan called. After receiving the call from Chan he had wasted zero time in bolting for your location, seeking you out by scent when he heard your screams and cries. 

“M-min..” You cried harder, trying to crawl to him but getting yanked back forcefully by Hongjoong. 

“You’re not going anywhere, bitch.” The alpha growled. 

“You have three seconds to let her go.” Minho snarled, his face scrunching up as he bared his teeth in an attempt to threaten the alpha. “One..” 

“You can’t do shit to me, not when I have her in my hands.” Hongjoong sounded cocky as he shook your head. 

“Two..” 

Minho's eyes flicked to you then Hongjoong for a split second and that was enough for you to understand. Distract him. You balled your fists and started to swing at your captor with as most force as you could muster. You small fists hit at him and you yelled through your tears and your fear. You swiped at his skin with your nails and drew blood from the alpha, making him curse. 

“Stop it you fucking bitch!” He delivered a hard kick directly to your ribs and it knocked the air from you. But you would take it gladly if it meant Minho could do what he has to do. And it seemed like your distraction worked. 

While Hongjoong was momentarily distracted Minho was able to close the distance and he managed to strike Hongjoong right in his head. The alpha let go of your head in his surprise and Minho immediately reached for you and pulled you to him. 

“Run!” He yelled at you, “Get as far away as you can! Go!”

 Minho shoved you away from the scene just in time to dodge Hongjoong who had regained his composure enough to try and grab at you again. Minho tried to tackle the alpha but the man did not go down, instead he delivered a strike to Minho's stomach and tried to throw him to the ground but the beta held on and did not let him advance towards you. 

You were frozen in fear; not knowing what to do or how to help. Your body hurt and your scalp burned and your mind was racing faster than it ever had before. Just when you thought your knees were about to give out, Minho met your eyes, his own pleading and begging. Begging for you to run away from Hongjoong. From him. 

You blinked through your tears and gave a small nod, then you turned and ran. Or it was more like limping away, as you clutched your side where you had been kicked. 

Minho would have breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you run if it weren’t for the threat he still faced. The beta felt a hard kick to his knee as the alpha tried to get him off of him. Minho held back his grunt of pain as his knee gave out and he lowered slightly. 

Minho saw opportunity at his lowered position and rammed his head into Hongjoongs sternum, his arms wrapping around the man and he used his weight to push him to the ground. 

Hongjoong yelled in fury and slammed both hands into the back of Minho's head as he went down, “You son of a bitch!” 

Min saw a few black spots dot his vision and his head spun, but still he remained on task. He needed to eradicate the threat. Failure was not an option- no matter how badly it hurt. 

He was growling and pounding his fists into Hongjoong but the alpha was inherently stronger than him so he only managed to land two or three hard slams before he was being flipped over and his back was crashing to the dirt below. 

Minho instinctually put his arms up to cover his face as Hongjoong beat down on him. Hongjoong was using his alpha pheromones to try to intimidate the beta into submission- his musk reminiscent of burnt out matches and kerosine. The beta man held his breath and flipped his elbows up to make an attack with the points of his bone. 

He managed to strike the meat of Hongjoongs side, hitting hard enough to draw a howl from the man above him. He went to hit higher when he thought the alpha was taken aback but the ever vigilant alpha intercepted it and managed to turn his head quick enough to grab a hold of Minho's arm with his teeth. 

Minho screamed when he felt his flesh tear as he jerked his arm back. The bite was deep and immediately began to leak warm blood all over himself. Hongjoong took this moment to spring back up to his feet. 

Hongjoong was breathing heavily as he spit out the skin and blood right at Minho who was still lying on the ground. His own face was bleeding and the crazed look in his eye would be enough to send a grown man to the grave. It sent a frightened shiver down Minho's spine as he clutched his gushing arm. 

The beta managed to shuffle back a few feet; trying to put distance between himself and this villainous man. He left a trail of blood in the dirt as he scrambled back. He bared his teeth at Hongjoong and it made the alpha smirk- the blood all over his face covering his lips and making him seem even scarier. Minho knew something deranged was running through the alphas mind given by the psychotic glaze that overcame his eyes. 

“As fun as that was, I think it’s time to end this little scuffle.” Hongjoong reached under his jacket and pulled out a black pistol, and aimed it right at Minho. 

Minho kept his expression hard and his snarl steady, not giving anything away even though his life was flashing before his eyes. From what he knew and had seen of Hongjoong, he knew the crazed man would end his life with no hesitation. 

“Big bad alpha needs a gun to fight his battles, huh?” Minho spat at him, “Only a pussy brings a gun to a fist fight.” 

Hongjoong scoffed, then showed that bloody grin. “I don’t need a gun to kill you, but it does make it easier when I’m in a time crunch. Sorry I can’t stick around a little longer, Minho, but I have an omega to catch.” 

The alpha cocked the gun and aimed it at Minho's head. Even in the face of imminent death Minho stayed as steady as ever. The only regret he has is that he didn’t get to spend more time with the woman he loves- that he was too stubborn in the beginning and had wasted precious time with you. He would never regret the decisions leading to this moment though. He would die for you over and over again if it meant you could get away from this monster. 

Just as Minho had accepted his fate, suddenly there was a scream and a deafening ‘ding’ and Hongjoongs body was sent flying towards the ground. Standing behind the alpha -that now lay in the dirt clutching his head- was you. Was his baby. His love. And you were holding a large shovel that you had used to assault Hongjoong. 

With another loud scream you lifted the head of the shovel above your head and brought it down on the alpha again, bashing him forcefully with the metal using all the might in your body. Your blood was pumping harder than it ever had in your whole life. The only thing in your mind was to defend Minho from this terrible man, whatever it takes. 

You kept screaming as you clobbered him from above over and over and over again. Your whole body hurt and you could barely see through your tears but you didn’t let up. You didn’t stop even as blood began to pool in the dirt and Hongjoong was no longer moving. 

In fact you didn’t stop until Minho had gotten up from the ground and limped over to you, his eyes wide from the shock. 

“Baby..” He grabbed the shovel before you could bring it down for a final time and pulled it from your grasp, throwing your weapon to the ground. “He’s gone, you can stop now.” 

Instantly you flung yourself into him, wailing loudly and trying to get as close to him as possible. “M-min.. Y-you.. I-i.. Oh my god.” 

“M’ here, baby. You’re safe, it’s ok.” He tried to sooth you and keep you from seeing the body that lay in the dirt, curling you into him despite the pain in his still bleeding arm. 

“D-did I.. Did I kill him?” You were both shaking from your question and Minho didn’t know how to respond right away. “Oh my god I did, didn’t I? He -he had that gun pointed at you and I just panicked. All I felt was terror and then… I killed him. Fuck I’m gonna be sick.” You started dry heaving  but Minho shook you out of your panic. 

“Omega, you did what your instincts told you to do. You saved me. Even after I told you to run as far away as you could, you came back. You saved me, Y/n.” Minho felt his own tears finally falling down his face, the shock wearing off as he took in the severity of what had transpired. “I was supposed to save you and it was you who came to my rescue.” 

“I couldn’t leave you here alone with him! I could feel it in my gut he would have done terrible things to you, Min. I couldn’t leave you.” Even with the blood on his face he grabbed your head and kissed you harder than ever, pushing all of his gratification and love into it. You kissed back just as fiercely and melted into him. 

“I love you.” He whispered when he pulled away, closing his eyes as he held you. 

“I love you Min.” You whispered back. 

A horrible reminder flitted into Minho's mind at that moment. If Hongjoong was here, then that means the rest of his evil packmates probably won’t be far behind.

The pack is in danger. 

He pulled back and grabbed your hand, “I have to go, the other boys might be in trouble. I need you to hide in the greenhouse. Arm yourself and try to stay hidden.” You shook your head in protest, not wanting him to leave you, but he hardened his voice, “Y/n listen to me now. This is not the time to disobey me again. Thank you for saving me, but right now I have to go save them and I can’t do that if I’m worrying about you behind my back. Please, I’m begging you, go hide and don’t come out for anyone who is not a part of our pack.” 

You trembled as he handed you the shovel, not wanting to but nodding anyway. “Be safe, please Minho.” 

He nodded and sent you off into the greenhouse, then he turned and hightailed it to the house. 

Changbin had made his way through the house when the smell of the blood got thicker, and as he passed by the bottom of the staircase he was startled as a large body came careening down the steps, landing with a pained grunt at the bottom and his arm bent at an unnatural angle. 

Changbin yelled in fright at the sight of the unfamiliar alpha and without thinking delivered a hard kick into the man, who wheezed and rolled in pain. Changbin heard the scuffle of feet descend the stairs and was ready to fight again, but instead came face to face with Seungmin- who had his old baseball bat in his hand. Changbin could see the wood and Seungmin alike were splattered with blood. 

Seungmin had a borderline sadistic snarl on his lips as he greeted Changbins bewildered look, with one of his own. “What the fuck is going on?” 

Changbin smacked himself out of his shock, “I think we’re under attack by the Ateez pack.” 

Seungmin growled, “No shit, this is the second alpha I had to beat around. Though this one got off easier. His giant friend upstairs didn’t make it this far away from me.” 

“Two made it upstairs?” Changbin asked, peering around in panic. 

“No,” Seungmin smirked with an evil glint in his eyes, “It was three. The third one got his throat ripped out by Innie.” 

Changbin grimaced, “Fucking gross. Who screamed?” 

“Jisung screamed when he saw Jeongin tear that fuckers neck apart with his teeth.” 

“Understandable.” 

“Yeah it was pretty metal. That kid is feral I swear. Though Ji is traumatized now.” Seungmin checked the man on the ground and saw he was passed out cold by now, and gave him another smack with the bat with a sneer. 

The matter at hand suddenly came to both of them as they looked at each other. They had the same thought and both sprinted to leave the house to find you. Both boys raced outside to come upon a different scene. 

They ran out the door just in time to see another unfamiliar man - a beta this time- take a flying kick straight to the face by none other than Felix, with an extremely frightened Hyunjin cowering behind him, holding out his car keys as if they were a weapon. Both boys winced at the force with which the beta man thudded head first onto the concrete of the driveway, instantly knocking him out. 

Felix was out of breath and his hands were still up as he was ready to continue to defend his elder pack mate, but he was able to put them down when he saw that it was Seungmin and Changbin who had excited the house. “I-I don’t know what’s going on. We left to get more lemonade since Ji drank it all and we came back to this dude trying to attack us.” 

“He’s a member of the Ateez, there's a few more of them in the house. How the hell did you manage to take him down?” Changbin asked, coming around to check for injuries on the two betas. Hyunjin clung to him as he shook, needing alpha comfort. The two remaining boys that were inside finally came out to join everyone else, Jeongins face and neck were covered in the red liquid. Jisung clung to him in fear as he trailed behind, big eyes wet with tears as they frantically searched the surroundings. 

Felix furrowed his brow, “Did you forget I did Taekwondo for twelve years?” 

Yes..Yes Changbin had forgotten. Before he could respond, they all heard another pounding of feet coming their way very quickly. They all readied themselves for another attack but instead of another enemy coming around it was Minho. He was breathing hard and his whole body was covered in blood. 

He halted his running when he saw most of his packmates gathered together and none of them seemed injured much (besides the few hits Changbin had taken). 

“Thank god.” He breathed in relief. Minho could feel his body begin to sag to the ground, the adrenaline wearing off knowing they were here and were ok. 

Seungmin had sprung forward to catch the elder beta just before he hit the ground, “Woah buddy, I got you.” He lowered him as gently as he could. As much as he didn’t want to trigger Minho he knew he needed to ask the hard questions. “Who did this to you Minho? Where is Y/n?” 

Minho tried to stand, staggering to his feet as Seungmin held him up. “Hongjoong.. The-the green house..” 

Every single one of them stiffened at the mention of the dangerous alpha, but none of them could fly into action as the screeching of blaring sirens rang through the surrounding woods. Seconds later a barrage of cop cars and emergency vehicles flew onto the main property, followed by the familiar sight of Chan's car. 

Everything would be ok now. Their alpha was home. 

Chan got out of his car faster than lightning and he sprinted over to the pack. His eyes were wild and he was drenched in that all too familiar red. He scanned each one of his members and his gaze softened only slightly when he recognized that they were all alive. Then his eyes widened again when he didn’t see his mate amongst the crowd. 

“Where is she?!” He demanded, trying to pick up her presence but only getting the stink of blood everywhere around him. Chan had called the police and explained the situation to them while he sped down the roads, making it home in record time, so the officers were already fanning out and looking for the offenders. 

“The greenhouse.” Minho coughed, staggering that way. “She’s hiding in the greenhouse.” Chan wanted to help his pack mate but the urge to go to you and make sure you were safe weighed on him. Minho could see it in his eyes, “Chan.. You should know what sight you're about to walk in on..” 

The sirens in the distance spooked you, making you flinch and screw your eyes shut. Theoretically you knew that sirens meant police- meant help- but the irrational part of you couldn’t help but be fearful. Fearful of what had transpired right outside this greenhouse, what you had done to that man.  

You clutched your makeshift weapon tighter and you scooted back as far as you could under the table when you heard the thudding of footsteps drawing close to the greenhouse. The approaching person stopped outside where the body lay and you could hear the click of teeth. You held your breath and tried not to make a single sound as the person started walking slowly into the greenhouse. 

“Baby?” 

Your eyes flew open at the gentle sound of your alphas voice. 

“Ch-channie?” You called out weakly, slowly peering your head out from your hiding spot. You looked out to see your alpha, blood all over him and the most solemn look on his face. You crawled out of your spot and bolted for him, throwing your whole body at him and letting out the most devastating cry he had ever heard. “Alpha! Alpha m’ so sorry. M’ so sorry. I killed him. I killed him.” 

“My omega, you’re alright and that’s all that matters.” He buried his face into you and felt his own tears gather at the corner of his lash line. “My brave, strong girl. I got you, omega. Alphas got you.” 

“He-he hurt Min, I didn’t know what else to do. He said he killed my dad.” You kept repeating it through your cries. Chan could feel all your terror and agony through his claim and it made his heart split in two. The murder of your father was news to him and he kept his surprise hidden for your sake. He knew it would take you a long, long time to recover from this event. With a lump in his throat he scooped you up into his arms from off the ground, tucking you securely into him. 

He made sure to fold your head into his neck as he walked out of the greenhouse, making sure you didn’t see the body that remained on the ground- the police would come around soon enough and deal with the mess. Though he couldn’t help the vicious curl of his lips at the body of the alpha below. ‘That’s what you get for fucking with my pack.’ He thought cynically as he passed. 

He carried you all the way to the front patio of the house where the rest of the pack was getting questioned and wounds treated. Jisung was the first to see you both coming up and burst into tears, leaping off his seat and straight for you, wrapping you and Chan in his hug. 

“Baby, my baby.” He cried and he held you both. “I. was. So. scared.” He choked between sobs. 

You didn’t say anything as you stuck out an arm to pull him closer while being held still, not having it in you to respond right now. At the mention of you, each of the boys who weren’t being treated gathered around and you all held each other in a big group hug. The only one who couldn’t be included was Minho, for he was being patched up by an EMT by the ambulance. He bit his lip as he watched his pack together again, all safe. It made the pain he experienced worth it.

Chan lifted his head to spot the beta that was further away, both of them locking eyes as Chan got a good look at just how messed up his second in command really was. Carefully Chan handed your trembling body off to the member closest to you, which happened to be Jisung. The beta took you delicately and the rest of them continued to hold you and shower you with whispers of their love.

Each one of them could feel your sorrow and guilt as it seeped out of you in waves. Minho did his best to explain all that had transpired so they knew what you had gone through. They knew what you needed now was just for them to hold you and love you. And the hug pile allowed them to shield you from the various stretchers and body bags that were being taken from within the house. 

Chan walked over to Minho and eyed the large bandage that was being wrapped around his arm. He rested his hand on the betas shoulder, and crouched down to his level. He waited there for a moment while the EMT finished their work and gave Minho care instructions. The second the EMT walked away he grabbed the beta is an encompassing hug. 

Minho had seldom seen the alpha cry, but now as he held him he felt the drops of warm liquid fall into his shoulder and felt the shaking of the elders body. 

“Thank you, Minho. Thank you for keeping her safe.” Min clutched harder onto his pack leader and he himself began to wail at the sentiment. 

“When you called.. I ran faster than I ever had in my life.. And when I saw the hold he had on her and how she was crying…” They both growled at the thought of that fuckers dirty hands on you. “I didn’t know what to do..” 

Chan nodded and wiped the tears from his own face, “ Our omega got away from him because of you. I couldn’t have chosen a better second to run my pack.” The sheriff was sauntering up the pair with an exasperated look on his face. 

“Chan, the three of us need to have a conversation about what happened here today.” 

You winced as the medical professional dabbed at your wounds with alcohol and disinfectant. The elder beta woman gave you looks of sympathy after each one, muttering apologies yet continuing to treat you. Hyunjin and Jisung hadn’t left your side once, they stood behind and beside you as both of them scoured the area as if expecting more impending threats. Each of the other boys were giving statements since they were the ones to directly defend themselves and the pack. 

“You’re doing so well, baby. We are so so proud of you.” Hyunjin praised you with kisses to your head from behind. 

Jisung nodded, “Yeah, you are the most badass woman alive. I can’t believe I get to call you ours.” He rubbed his thumb comfortingly along your knuckles. 

You felt so numb you barely registered what they were saying to you, only nodding to their words and leaning further into their touch. By now you were littered with bandages to cover your knicks and scratches. Soon enough the woman bid you farewell- the boys thanked her vehemently for helping you- and you were left with just the guys. 

One by one each of the pack joined you back on the porch and you all watched as the officers and emergency vehicles cleared off the property. The only remaining one was the sheriff who was still a few yards away talking with the top two in command. 

You could see the sheriff clap both boys on the back before they all walked back up to where you sat. The sheriff leaned down and took his hat off as he addressed you. “I want to offer my apologies and my condolences about what has transpired. Not just here today but with your family as well.” 

The tears threatened to return when what he said registered for you. “You mean.. My dad is..” 

He nodded heavily, “I am so sorry, Ms.L/n. I had heard about it only this morning and didn’t get a chance to contact Chan about it.” Felix was the one to grab onto you as the sobs returned. The sheriff grimaced and hung his head, “Any information I have about it will be sent over to you pronto.” He addressed Chan. 

“Thank you, we appreciate it.” The old man nodded and bid you all farewell. 

For what felt like hours you all sat there together and comforted each other. Most of you were still doused in the offensive red liquid that has since dried on your skin but all that mattered is that even though you were dirty and traumatized you were there together. Your new family was together and whole and nothing- not even a psychotic alpha on a power trip- could break your new found family apart. 

You awoke with gasps for air and your body covered in sweat. You leaned forward and put your head in your hands, rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to rid your mind of the spine chilling images. Another night, another nightmare. It had been three weeks since the ‘incident’. Three weeks since you murdered- no not murdered- defended Minho against Hongjoong, and every night since then you have awoken from the terrifying dreams that plagued you at night. 

Chan felt you move and he stirred awake from beside you, yawning as he sat up and put his arm around you. “Bad dreams again?” He asked, his voice laced with sleep.

You nodded, and removed your hands from your face and grabbed his hand. “I can’t unsee it, Channie. No matter how hard I try I can’t get the image of Hongjoongs dead body out of my mind. And whenever I manage to let it go for a moment and go to sleep again it’s the same thing but then it’s my dads body. It’s never ending.” 

He sighed wistfully and kissed your head. He knew you needed sleep since you hadn’t gotten much lately and he could tell it was weighing down on you. So after searching his brain for a solution he came up with something that he thought would help you, at least for tonight. 

“I’ll be back in a second, baby. Go ahead and lay down.” You nodded again and laid back down in your spot. Chan got out of bed and quietly shuffled out of the room. After about five minutes he came back into the room, this time with another person trailing behind him. You squinted through the darkness to see who it was. “Min? What’re you doin?” 

Chan got back into his spot and Minho came around to your side and motioned for you to scoot over. “I’m coming to cuddle, what does it look like?” 

Ever since you and Minho had gone through that traumatic event together you had been finding comfort with him more often than you used to. It felt like now you were both more kindred spirits. Chan knew that having Min around would help you relax a little more. Tonight specifically you needed to rest; your fathers wake was tomorrow evening and you had to be up early so you could travel down to your hometown. Of course Chan would be accompanying you, along with Felix. 

A few days after the ‘incident’ Chan had reached out to your family on your behalf. Your mother sobbed when he told her you were alright and not with Hongjoong. It turns out your brother was taking over as head alpha of your old pack and he planned on changing a lot of things; starting with apologizing to you for your fathers attitude towards omegas and for not intervening when you had to be sheltered away. 

Your brother had invited you to your fathers memorial service and though you were apprehensive to accept the invitation Chan thought it would be good for you to reconnect with your family since he knew you had missed them so much. 

You scooted over and allowed the beta to slide into bed beside you. He got in and instantly you felt more relaxed at having him here. It wasn’t that you necessarily loved Minho more than the other boys, it was more like since he almost died at the hands of a psycho you needed to have him in sight so your omega brain knew he was safe- was alive. 

“Better?” The alpha asked once he was settled. You nodded and were overcome with a yawn. He chuckled and wrapped around you from the other side, sandwiching you between the two men. 

“I love you, Channie. I love you Min.” You mumbled before sleep found you again, this time with no nightmares. 

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[your-local-baguette]

Giving the blue lock boys a massage...♡

Part 2

Warnings: not proofread, contain spoilers for those who haven't read the neo egoist league, a little suggestive proceed at your own risk

Itoshi rin

Rin alway ended up with back and neck pain after training or a match. It drove him crazy, never going away, it was a pain in the ass. Had he known having a massage from you was alway an open solution he would ask for one each day.

You sat at his side, leaning over him, your thumbs pressing gently in his lower back. A low hum escaped his lips, his greenish hair feel on his eyes, giving his tired expression an attractive vibe. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, admiring your focused features. But his eyes slowly rolled up for a second as he felt your thumb press in just the right spot. "Right there..." He said with a low voice, pressing his cheek against the mattress. You didn't say anything pressing your knuckles in that exact spot again. Another low hum escaped his lips "hey dumbass..." You looked at him fron the corner of your eye, signaling you were listening. "You've got a knack for this, it's free service ?" He asked eith a hint of exhaustion in his voice " yea, you're the only one with that privilege" you said still focused on reducing in back pain. "Good...thank..you" he said with a slight blush on his cheeks. "You can massage me more often...." You hummed at his statement "please...?" He asked with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Sure thing" but when you looked over to him, his eyes were closed and he seemed fast asleep. You ran two fingers along his spine and pulled down his shirt, leaning to kiss his cheek "i love you...rin" you whispered in his ear before getting up to head to your dorms. He opened one eye, looking at the door, "i love you too..."

Itoshi sae

He was looking down at your much smaller frame, one of his hand pressing in his back. He looked to the side for a second before looking back at you. "Okay..." He said, a smile spread on your face, "great" you said with a calm voice, leading him to your shared bedroom. "Lay down on your stomach, i'll be right back" he did as said over the silk sheets of the king sized bed. He looked at the time

11:03pm

He smiled, laying his cheek against the pillow, he heard your slow footsteps enter the room, you dimmed the lights slowly. You put a candle on the bedside table, he admired your attire, a cream beige tank top with long sleeves, baby blue loose jeans and some mix matched socks. It was a soft comfortable outfit, just how he liked seeing you. He kept on admiring you while you changed the water for the flowers. The vanilla and soft lemon smell of the candle gave an intimate vibe to the room. When you came back, he felt the mattress dip a little before he felt you sit on the back on his thighs, trapping him there, not like he would want to move anyway. He let himself relax completely, helping you remove his shirt, tossing it to the side, not caring even just a bit. His body shuddered when he felt your warm hands slowly caress his back. "Where does it hurt ?" You said running your fingers along his back "lower back.." he said, closing his eyes, waiting for you to start massaging his sore muscles. It's crazy how he was completely at your mercy, you could anything to him and he wouldn't complain. A sigh escaped him when your knuckles rolled into his lower back, pressing hard, otherwise he wouldn't feel anything. "Mhmm" you could see he was enjoying it, you started pressing your thumbs instead, making a circle pattern. You kept one hand to massage his lower back and the other to twist some of his brownish red hair locks around your fingers. Scratching his scalp lightly, another low hum escaped his lips while he leaned back a little. A slight giggle escaped your lips "enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He nodded in response" don't stop..." This went on for a while and you actually both ended falling asleep at like one am, he had you trapped underneath him. Because you actually fell asleep well before him....

Chigiri hyoma

Chigiri was laying in your lap after practice with Manshine city. He was really exhausted, you ran your fingers through his hair, it really relaxed him, feeling your fingers scratch his scalp. But he kept letting out small grunt whenever he moved his legs just the slightest. "You okay ?" You asked, your voice filled with concern. "I got really bad leg cramps" you sighted a bit "want me to massage your leg ?" He looked up at you eith pleading like eyes "i take that as a yes" you moved his head to rest on a pillow, you yook an extra to support his legs and you sat to his side. "Where is your leg cramp ?" He looked st you with half closed eyes" back of my thigh" you moved slightly and slid your hands below his thigh" tell me if hurt you" you said as your hand started to rub his skin gently and pressing lightly in it. It didn't take long before a sight of relief escaped Chigiri's lips. His eyes were fully closed, focusing on the feeling of your warm hands massaging his cramps away. You hummed a song, lifting his leg a bit to place it on your lap, tracing two lines along his thigh to distract him from the pain. "This feels..good" you smiled stopping your humming "i'm glad" you said, gently pushing in his muscles "do you still have cramps ?" He hald opened his eyes" no but keep going, your hand feels nice" you chuckled, tracing along the side of his muscles, there were pretty well built. "Trying to fluster me, huh?" You chuckled again "i don't know what your talking about" you both started laughing, the others around the room started to laugh along with you two.

Micheal kaiser

You were in ness and micheal's room, it was pure silent because well, micheal wasn't there. But as he walked in he already started complaining "my neck hurt from looking down on these idiots all day" you sighted "i thought you'd be looking up at them instead" he looked at you "oh? My darling is here ? What a way to greet her husband" you looked up at him, tapping the floor with your foot. "Thank you very much" he said with one his smirks latched onto his face. He sat down on the ground leaning his back against your legs. You tossed your phone on the couch, cracking your fingers before, resting your hands on his shoulders. "Hold on Liebling" he said before taking off his shirt, allowing more access to his shoulder and neck, you smirked, leaning next to his ear "what a view.." he smirked "you feed my ego darling, i'm pleased that you think so highly of me, Liebling" you hummed, your hands resting on his shoulders again, pressing into them. Even the huge egoist that was your husband deserved a little reward. "Ahh~, missed my Liebling's touch" you kissed the top of his head, raiding your hands to his neck, pressing into it from the back. You could feel micheal relax under your touch "you've got something to make me weak in the knees dear" said micheal, with another confident smirk latched on his lips. You kissed the top of his head l, pressing your thumbs into his neck a little more. A low hum escaped him, "i'd stay here forever if i could" he said, feeling very pleased with the massage you were giving him. Another satisfied sigh escaped him, as he leaned a little more into you "enjoying yourself ?" You said calmly "very much" he answered, loving the feeling of your touch against his bare skin.

I'm still not taking request for blue lock but here a little vote since it's been a while, be quick though~

Love you guys!

[ynnova]

( OCTOBER LOVERS. ) jongho x ninth member!f!reader ✶ poly!ateez

──── you tell your youngest boyfriend happy birthday.

2024 ୨୧ word count : 809 ୨୧ warnings : jongho calls yn "noona", slight make out ୨୧ mdni

you loved celebrating birthdays with your boyfriends. especially when it came to their birthdays. you loved buying presents for them and then watching them open them. loved singing to them and posting photos that you had long stashed away on your phone, just waiting to be used to both embarrass and show love to your boyfriends.

"jjongie!" you say coming into the youngest's hotel room, gift bag in hand. you round the corner to see jongho standing at the edge of his bed, clothes spread out on his bed. your boyfriend turns to look at you as you walk over to him, his familiar smile gracing his lips.

"hi, noona," he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.

"are you picking out an outfit for dinner later?" you ask, looking over his choices he had laid out in front of the two of you. along with all the other birthday celebration stuff the nine of you do, you all also always make sure to go out and eat and just spend time to unwind together.

"yeah, i'm just trying to see which shirt i like better," he says and you let out a small hum in acknowledgement. "what do you think?"

you looked over his option that laid on the bed. most of the options were black, as was the majority of his clothes. but then your eyes landed on the black and white, short sleeve button-up shirt that he bought a few months ago.

"that one, and you need a black shirt underneath it," you tell him as you lean over to touch the shirt you were talking about. "i like when you wear it," you add as you turn to look at jongho who was watching you.

"okay, then i'll that then," he says and you smile in response. "oh, also what did you need?" he asks, suddenly remembering that you came in here for something other than helping him pick a shirt out.

"i wanted to give you your present," you say, holding up the small, blue bag in between you and the younger male. you watch his eyes widen in surprise as he gently takes the bag from you. "go ahead and open it," you tell him, excited but also nervous for him to open his gift. "i hope you like it, baby."

"i always love your gifts, noona," he says as he opens the bag and looks inside. you watch his eyes widen a little bit before he's reaching in and pulling out his present.

a bear keychain that you had crocheted yourself.

you remember working on it months ago during tour. you had found the design on pinterest and from there you had tried several times to recreate it. finally, you were able to crochet it to where you were satisfied and knew jongho would like it.

"i know keychains aren't totally your thing but–

"i love it," he cuts you off as he holds it in his palm, using his finger to feel the small bear. you swear you saw some sort of sparkle in his eyes the longer he looked at it. "did you make it?" he asks after a few moments, looking over to you.

"i did," you say, feeling a little shy at admitting that you made it. you took a step towards him, hand coming up to touch the small bear yourself as you added, "i wanted to give you something handmade and i had found a similar keychain online and knew that it was perfect for you."

"it is, you did a good job," he says, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. you; however, cup his cheek and bring him back to give him a kiss on his lips. jongho couldn't help but lean into the kiss, pressing his lips more firmly against yours as his hands wrap around your waist.

you definitely kissed longer than you had originally planned, but you weren't complaining. jongho's lips were just so soft as they moved against yours. finally, you pulled away from the kiss and couldn't help the small laugh as he attempted to follow your lips.

"don't worry, jjongie, i can give you another kiss after dinner," you say, hand coming up to play with his hair. "i unfortunately have to go get ready for dinner myself," you tell him and the pout on his lips alone makes you want to kiss him again... and maybe some other things too.

however, you give in and give him one more kiss breathing a light, "happy birthday, my love," before you pull away and make your way over to the door. you blow your boyfriend one last kiss before you're leaving his hotel room and skipping down the hallway back to your own.

you'll definitely have to give him something extra later.

note: what i think the keychain you made jongho looks like

[imyourbratzdoll]

Tangerine smut please?

hi! sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy this request!

summary - a handsome stranger makes you cum on the train.

warning - smut, fingering, public stuff.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

The day started off perfect, you decided to wear your new outfit that consisted of a black long sleeved shirt underneath a cropped green button up and a matching short skirt. You made yourself the perfect coffee and headed to the train station before finding the perfect seat inside. You drowned out the rest of the world, your head buried in a book. Until you are suddenly pulled out of it by three men sitting on the seats beside you, your eyes widen when you make eye contact with a very attractive man in a blue suit.

You try to ignore them by focusing on your book but their constant whispering pierce through your concentration and you nearly drop your book as you hear a voice. “Excuse me, love.” You look back up and notice the handsome man now standing over you. You can feel yourself pulse between your legs and it’s confusing because you’ve never reacted like this before. “Do you mind if I sit here? You see, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are and my brother is being a pain.” You blink, slowly nodding and sucking in a breath as he slides into the seat next to you, his scent causing you to become dizzy with lust. “Thanks, love.” 

You try to go back to your book, but you can’t and you can feel him staring at you once in a while. You begin to squirm in your seat, his thigh brushes against you causing a whimper to escape before you can stop it. Your face flushes, eyes wide and you try to hide. 

Tangerine smirks. “Do I make you nervous, love?” You ignore him, scooting closer to the window, feeling embarrassed because you want to jump him. “You know, I know something that will take those nerves away, love. Do you wanna try?” You look at him, chewing on your bottom lip as you stare at him with wide eyes. “But you’ll have to very quiet, I wouldn’t want to punish you for being a naughty girl.” You feel yourself throb, nails digging into your palms as you hold back a whimper at his words. 

“O–okay…” Your breath hitches as his hand makes contact with your thigh, sliding up it until it disappears underneath your skirt. He leans closer to you, blocking anyone’s view of what he’s about to do to you. 

“No knickers, love? It’s like you knew you were going to be a slut today.” His fingers make contact with your clit, rubbing it nice and slow, watching you shake and whimper softly from his movements. “Good girl, you’re being nice and quiet for me.” He leans closer, sliding his fingers up and down before he begins to slowly push them inside your sopping cunt, curling them upwards, watching you struggle to keep your mouth closed. “Keep reading your book, love. Wouldn’t want anyone to catch us.” Tangerine feels you squeeze around his fingers at his words, he grins. “You wanna be caught, love? Want to be caught being a naughty slut, huh?” 

You lean your head on his shoulder, shakily opening the book, unable to focus on the words as his fingers continue to thrust and curl, your hand moves to his thigh and you grip onto it, digging your nails into him as he continues to fingerfuck you. “O–oh…”

“Shh.” His moustache tickles your ear as he whispers into it. His fingers begin to hit the spongey spot deep inside of you, causing your eyes to roll back and you to arch off the chair, biting down onto your bottom lip hard enough to cause blood. Tangerine watches as you cum, juices coating his hand before you sink back down into the seat, soft whimpers escaping you. “Good girl.” He gently removes his fingers from your drenched cunt, lifting them to his mouth, eyes connecting with yours as you watch him suck the fingers that were just inside of you. 

You blink, trying to catch your breath as the man winks at you, sliding a piece of paper with his name and number on it before he stands. “Call me when you need to get off again, love.” With that, he leaves, disappearing down the train. You stare at the piece of paper, feeling yourself begin to throb again at the thought of him touching you. 

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[kenzieluvsnanami]

kenzieluvsJJK :: he gave me the ICK .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ (18+) ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

desc ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ you meet up with your bestie for some advice and a debrief over the wack men you've dealt with... // wc 1.3K // week 1 - g. satoru

cw // crack, cunnílingus, freaky frog gojo, backshots, little plot, deeply unserious, lower case intended, story told in the form of a conversation

“so, your telling me he was checking himself out whilst he was fucking you?”

you drained the rest off your glass as you signalled for a refill.

…

you had met gojo at your job, the white haired man shamelessly flirting as you scanned his large array of designer shirts. working at a luxury shop was certainly demanding but it definitely had its perks - one of which was meeting fine ass rich men.

you weren’t exactly sure that gojo was straight when you first saw him; his stark white hair clearly meticulously dyed and styled, lips lightly glossed. slim frame and tapered waist was essentially the outfit, clothes seemingly tailor-made for him.

it was only when he opened your mouth that you realised he was not just interested in men, sparkling blue eyes lingering on your full lips as you smiled back at his compliment.

“you’re too beautiful to be working here” he grinned, a hand going to brush through his hair. if it had been any other day, you would have just thank-you’d and been on your way. but it was a few weeks after you had your last period, a quick look at your tracker that morning letting you know that you may feel… “frisky”.

and as your eyes met his low gaze, you could definitely say that you felt a little….. frisky.

so that’s why you left your number on inside of his bag as he left the shop, thighs rubbing together as you thought about getting a peek at what was underneath that silk shirt.

…

“wait, wait, wait” your friend interrupted “you thought he was gay and you still gave him your number?”

“bitch if you saw him…” your eyes slid shut as you thought back to his beautiful face. “he was fucking stunning, okay…”

…

the two of you had messaged over the next few weeks, getting to know each other more (and getting a good look as what was underneath). a date had been arranged; friday night at an italian restaurant that was definitely outside of your price range. you put on your most expensive pair of heels with your most form-fitting black dress.

you looked good enough to eat…

and eaten you were, manicured hands threaded deeply into gojo’s thick bleached hair as he sloppily made out with your cunt, tongue swirling and sucking around your clit.

dinner had gone smoothy, gojo’s smooth talk diffusing any awkwardness or tension. as much as a flirt he was, that evening showed you a less exhibitionist, arrogant side which you were really growing to enjoy.

it was that smooth talk which had gotten you from the restaurant to his penthouse... and then to his bedroom, the large mirror panel on his walk-in closet being what first caught your attention.

“call me satoru” he whispered as he kissed down your neck to your collarbones, slender hands dragging down the straps of your dress at a teasingly slow pace. you were sat in front of the mirror, gaze trailing up to make eye contact…. only to find satoru staring right back at himself, suit pants getting tight around the crotch as he pulled down your dress.

…

“so he was getting hard by looking at himself? is that not like… selfcest or something?”

you spluttered on the deep-bodied merlot you had been chugging. “you’re getting too psychological about this” you murmured, wiping down the wine you spat out, “i think he’s just a freaky ass guy”

…

in the moment you had just brushed this off, your own arousal in the situation making you more agreeable to his lack of interest in actually engaging with you but instead with his own reflection. once he’d fully undressed you, he laid you down with your head at the foot of the bed making sure to position you in a way that he could still see himself in the mirror.

and even though the way he was swirling his tongue all over your throbbing clit and swollen folds was making your toes curl up, every time you went to look at him he was staring right into his reflection - bright eyes darkening slightly at the sight of his head trapped between your plush thighs, your legs loosely wrapped around his neck.

“satoru, ‘m close- gonna” you groaned, soft moans slipping out at he kissed all down your glistening pussy.

without skipping a beat, satoru moved back - hands securing wrapping around waist to flip you over onto your hands and knees. you could see him stroking his achingly hard cock through the mirror, flushed pink tip drooling with pre-cum.

you heard him let out a low groan as you deepened your arch, his hand digging into the side of your waist as he tried to keep himself grounded as he pressed into the tight ring of muscle. you both let out a low groan as he bottomed out, his hands reaching down your spine to push you further into a deeper arch.

at first, his pace was slow and controlled - his tight grip on your hips almost bruising as he buried himself deep into your cunt. you felt impossibly full, soft pants slipping from your lips as satoru nearly fucked you through the mattress.

you were so close to finishing, breath becoming stilted and abrupt as your walls spasmed around the dense girth of satoru’s cock; your whole body trembling as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. you could tell satoru was close as well, his formerly controlled strokes getting sloppier and sloppier as he slammed into your spongey walls.

“y-your about to…cum, aren’t you?” you could hear the smirk in his voice, your brain instantly forgetting all words in the english language as you let out a drawn out mewl in response.

all it took was a small grind of his hips to get you to finish, falling head first into the mind-numbing pleasure of release as you gushed out all over the sheets.

using the little energy you had left, you forced your eyes back up to the mirror in a dazed state as you watched satoru pull out, his cock glistening with your release. he moved round to the foot of the bed to stand in front of the mirror, his long slender fingers wrapping tight around his base dragging his hand up to the tip.

with one last stroke, he came with a loud grunt, thick ropes of cum splattering all over his reflection.

you blinked twice, hard.

did you actually see that correctly? did he just come… on himself?

he looked back down at you, making eye contact through the mirror with a grin.

…

“i just felt like that was too far for me” you toyed with your empty glass as you looked back up at your friend, “so... what do you think?”

a/n : baby im back!!!!!!! ive missed writing sm omggg but school has been so busy for no reason 😩 hope this concept tickles ur pickle - i thought it was kinda fun but lmk what you think (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

[eternally-frozen]

Peek-a-boo i.

Unreliable synopsis: How many masks can you stack on one face?

Author note: I return with nothing but a self-indulgent post that might or might not be connected to an old fic <3 On another note, send me an ask containing your interest for a drabble event if you want to see one

Warning: Dottore. Kidnap mention. Bro is a bit weird but it's okay, I love him. No beta because I will cry. Author is insane and the writing might be too

The room pulses with an eerie silence, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Crimson eyes, glossy and void of light, gaze through you. Two pale blue strands hang on either side of his face, one slightly longer than the other. The ends of which curl like an untamable wave. His shoulders are tense, and he seems absent while his body is present. 

The man in front of you is zoning out again. 

You’re unsure what goes on in the mind of your captor, but these moments are the ones you fear most. You never quite know which side of him appears when he wakes up from his stupor. 

Silence takes over the room. You don’t move, you don’t breathe. In this moment you are merely a spectator—the very thing he used to be in your life before he decided to take a more direct approach in the current experiment.

‘Dottore’ clutches the wooden frame of the chair in front of him. His knuckles turn white at the strength he uses but his expression remains blank and devoid of any emotion. 

And then as, quickly as it came, the moment passed. 

The eyebrows that were previously relaxed are pushed into an unforgiving frown. His lips are pursed, and he takes but a mere second to regain his awareness. 

“You.” he spits out.

It was reported to be the coldest winter in the past two decades when you first arrived in Snezhnaya. The first nights in the previously abandoned mansion had been insufferable. The walls are too thin, the sheets too light, and the doors too loose. Cold air creeps up from every corner, forcing you back into the arms of the person you despise most. 

“I thought you were exaggerating when you told me about the eternal winters of Snezhnaya.” You wrap your second blanket closer to your body. The side of your body is pressed against the decrepit sofa in a desperate attempt to cover your back from the air.

In direct contrast to you, Zandik sits comfortably with his legs crossed on the sofa across from you. He is wearing a chunky, cable-knit sweater in a deep navy blue colour. The crisp, white button-up shirt underneath compliments the otherwise darker colour. The collar is neatly pressed and peeks out from the sweater. 

Paired with the sweater, he wears a pair of slim-fitted trousers in a dark shade of grey. These, too, are neatly pressed and fall just above his polished black shoes. 

He had dressed this way on the rainier days in Sumeru. It sparks a sense of nostalgia when you look at him now. The outfit is a nearly identical replica of the clothes he wore during your first interactions in the Akademiya. The only thing that falls short is the incertitude and cold look on his face. 

He shifts in his position on the sofa, uncrossing his legs, and then crossing them again. He scoffs at your attempt at a conversation opener. “Surely you can’t expect to blame me for your lack of knowledge regarding the environmental habitats of Snezhnaya.”

“Part of you is to blame. I don’t recall you ever giving me the time to research it. Nor did you warn me about your decision to kidnap me.”

He is silent after that. 

The truth should hurt. Given the way he acted during the last days of being at the Akademiya and the way he carried himself during your travels, you expected asperity—anything but silence.

A shiver falls over you again, and you curl yourself up tighter. 

Your eyes fall upon the Zandik in front of you. It might be wishful thinking, but a spark of recognition, a small light, seems to have returned in his eyes. He feels less distant. Sure, he is far from the boy you first met, but you can’t deny that he seems softer.

It’s strange how abruptly he can change. Like the moon, he goes through phases where he comes off to be unwhole. Often, you don’t doubt he’s lost part of himself. In what? You’re not sure. But as soon as it comes, it passes, and he seems whole again. 

The tips of his fingers trace the fabric of the decaying sofa. His touch caressing what must be a mixture of dust and loose threads with the filling underneath being the sole foundation that keeps it from collapsing. 

You wonder how he came into possession of this large mansion, and why he had left it in the first place. You wonder why and how he ended up in the Akademiya. 

“I’m going to the library.” He says. 

Zandik stands up from the couch. The wall he had built between you and him stands as tall as he does. It towers over both of you, and you’re unsure whether this barrier protects or fails you. 

For the first time since he decided to sit in your company, his eyes find yours. There is a sense of urgency behind his next words. “Don’t follow me.”

You nod. The idea of following him has landed you in this situation. You long learnt that curiosity is what makes or breaks a man, and you’re not ready to gamble your life again to learn the secrets that Zandik hides.

Oblivion is bliss.

His footsteps echo through the bare room. Most of the furniture remains covered by linen cloths and aged by a layer of dust and untold history.

‘The library’. 

Oh, how you long to read.

To have the company of words instead of a man you've grown to despise.

[salemofthe0pera]

you against yourself ; mark lee smau

[viii tequila rose]

mark genuinely thought if God zapped him right then and there he'd be fine with it. after many awkward introductions the group settled into cliques amongst the living room. renjun, winter and hyuck took the couch closer to the wall whilst chenle, jeno and jaemin took the one adjacent to it. jisung took the liberty of the recliner in the corner, stretching out his limbs across the faux leather and loudly claiming his height meant he got a seat to himself. for whatever reason that could correlate...

which left mark with the floor which just so happened to be where y/n had perched herself as she wanted to save all the comfy seats for her guests. mark swallowed thickly, his nerves and saliva chasing down his throat as he stiffly sat a distance away from the girl.

y/n gave him a side glance, confusedly noticing his stiffness. she scooted over, tossing a blanket over the pair and leaned back against the couch. "we had history freshman year together."

"yeah haha, you're right." mark gulped, his voice coming out a shaky squeak.

"and english sophomore year."

there was the kicker. mark squeezed his eyes shut, an embarrassed flush covering his cheeks. he reached behind to scratch his neck and then subconsciously touch his nose.

"your nose seems better, that's good."

mark laughed at her sarcasm, feeling a weight off his shoulders as he turned to look at y/n. "thanks, i'm mark."

"yeah dude, I know." she snickered, shaking his outstretched hand.

her smile was familiar and warm to him. a sense of relief washed over him and they both turned to look at the tv as the movie, that chenle forced everyone to agree on, started playing.

his thoughts wandered as the characters moved across the screen. his junior year had been a blur of homework and music, it seemed like he barely had time for himself anymore. he couldn't remember the last time he'd hung out with friends or relaxed in the slightest. the hobby that used to be an escape had turned into something he wanted to escape from. he sighed softly, zoning back into reality as the climax of the movie began. he stood from his seat, moving to the kitchen to get some water and stretch his legs.

y/n was perched on the counter when he turned the corner, legs tucked underneath her in a criss crossed position. her sweater swallowed her frame as she drank a steaming drink from a halloween snoopy mug.

"you okay?" she asked mark, looking up from her phone.

"umm, yeah im uh im okay." he breathed. "was just gonna get some water."

y/n nodded, opening the cabinet behind her and grabbing him a cup. mark curled his lip up at the batman emblem plastered on the side.

"what? you a superman fan or something?" y/n laughed at his disdain.

"spiderman is more my forte." mark smiled, taking several gulps of water. he polished the glass, going back in for another cup.

y/n laughed softly through her nose, gesturing to his shirt with a quirk of her eyebrow. "yeah I can see that."

mark froze, glancing down at his shirt to see his spiderman graphic tee. he mentally faced palmed, he'd totally forgotten to change out of his shirt before heading over.

"the fit is a tad atrocious." y/n smiled into her mug.

mark laughed, looking at his clothes the back up at her. a big, red spiderman t-shirt hung over his baggy cargo shorts. the blue nike dunks on his feet did not match his red crew socks. he kind of did look a bit ridiculous he thought, like a mess of spray paint graffiti.

"okay okay, maybe I did forget to change but at least my outfit has color. some of us look like an endless void." mark joked, gesturing to the all black ensemble y/n was wearing.

y/n raised an eyebrow, a smile dancing on her lips. she fluttered her black knitted sweater with her free hand. "what's wrong with black?"

mark flushed, scratching his scalp once more, a nervous tic he'd had since middle school. along with picking at his shoelaces and pant hems, hence the frayed ends of all of his pairs of bottoms. "nothing dude, I like it. I think it's cool."

y/n smiled again, content with the response and hopped down from the kitchen counter. "your hair makes up for the atrocious clothing choices so I guess its fine. come on we're gonna miss the ending of the movie."

with that she breezed past him, leaving him to think once more. they'd known of each other for awhile now, mutual friends and shared classes however weren't enough to connect the fully.

he hadn't spoken to her since english, pre-nose break. once sophomore midterm exams ended she didn't really talk to anyone around her anymore. mark had study groups with the grungy girl but he never had the chance to get to know her. suddenly always so closed off and reserved, she only talked to her roommates and occasionally their mutual alumni friend taeyong.

mark placed his cup in the sink, running a hand through his fresh black undercut. she said his hair was cool.

"gi, i swear it wasn't on purpose girl. come over right now!" winter said into her phone as mark circled back to the living room, she flashed a peace sign and duck lips at the boy before talking into her phone again. she hung up on the mystery caller with a kiss before padding back over to the group. they'd finished the movie, now chatting amongst each other.

"the queen giselle is on the way everyone!" winter announced, her sweater paws raised in the air.

chenle perked up from his seat, and by seat he was sprawled across jaemin and jeno's laps. he glared at winter and then huffed dramatically. "oh hell no, she and I have beef."

"yeah, beef because she rightfully slapped you because you said her contour was 'giving tire marks'." y/n hummed, she had taken the open spot on the couch beside renjun.

"okay? so what if it was, she needed to blend it."

y/n rolled her eyes, sipping the last of the contents in her mud before reaching over to give chenle a soft hit on the top of his head. he yelped dramatically, and flopped across an unsuspecting jaemin's lap. he whipped his phone from his pocket, opening his camera and then pointed behind jaemin at the wall.

"yo, jaemin whats over there?"

jaemin's dumbass turns, unsuspecting of the rapture that's about to happen, hears a shutter click! he freezes, slowly turning back around to look at chenle. there's an unmistakable look of utter disbelief and anger in his eyes and then he lunges at chenle.

"oh you bitch!"

a shrill scream erupts from chenle as jaemin tackles him to the ground. chaos and noise bursts from everyone in 9301 as half the group laughed and records and the other, responsible, half attempt to break them apart.

"word star!!!" jisung laughs, recording the pair of boys as they scuffled on the carpet.

y/n has a tight grip on jaemin's shoulders, hugging him form behind. "ill shave you bald if you dont stop!" she threatens.

"do it! it'll take care of the cowlicks!" chenle giggles behind mark earning a slap upside the head from jeno.

a knock on the door interrupts the noise, everyone freezing to stare at the dark, wooden door.

winter hops up to open it, revealing a newly ginger haired giselle holding a bottle of tequila rose in one hand and her duffel bag of a purse in the other. "mother has arrived bebes!"

y/n drops jaemin to the floor, he hits the ground with a thud and a groan as the culprit practically jumped giselle. the ginger squealed, hugging both her friends before ushering herself into the living room.

"I brought tequila rose so we could play a game." she said happily, setting the black bottle down on the coffee table with a giant thud.

renjun gave her a side eye, inspecting the unopened bottle of liquor before nodding in mock approval.

"wait isn't this the shit that tastes like peptobismal." jaemin piped up from his place on the floor.

"no you bitch, it tastes like strawberries and cream." gigi retorted, grabbing 9301's collection of shot glasses from the kitchen.

giiselle was once a tenet of 9301, moving out over the summer to live down the road in a townhouse with her boyfriend and friend karina. jaemin was a fortunate replacement however, y/n always said meeting the man at their old job was a stroke of luck from God Himself.

"tequila rose tastes like my pussy." winter ( attempted more like) whispered to giselle with a stifled laugh. earning a chorus of groans and words of disgust, making winter and giselle laugh harder.

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[kinardsevan]

30 days of fluff challenge: day thirteen

"get dressed up for a casual date"

Evan sighs as he looks at himself in the mirror in their bedroom He’s excited, any time they do something that isn’t just curled up on the couch these days is exciting, but he’s also tired. He’s not sure if he’s coming down with something or just run down from his last shift, but going out feels like the last thing he wants to do. 

He fumbles with the button at the top of his shirt, looking up in the mirror once more. He’s paired a baby blue button-down with navy dress pants—an outfit Tommy has made more than clear he’s fond of. Evan’s pretty sure it’s just because it makes the color in his eyes pop more, but he’s not complaining. When he’d seen Tommy walk into the bathroom with his own outfit, he was fairly positive his boyfriend had color-coordinated their outfits. 

He grabs his navy oxfords as he walks out of the bedroom into the kitchen, and settles in a chair to slip them on. As he’s finishing tying the second one, Tommy comes out of the hallway and Evan trails his gaze down his body, and while he doesn’t magically feel better, he definitely appreciates the sight. 

Tommy has a medieval blue polo on underneath a smoke-gray collared cardigan and paired with black jeans. 

“You look hot,” Evan rasps, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

Tommy smirks back up at him as he adjusts his watch, letting his own gaze take Evan in as he stands up from the chair. 

“Not so bad yourself, baby.” He crosses the space and drops a kiss to Evan’s lips. Evan leans into him, sighing softly. Tommy lifts a hand to his cheek, brushing his knuckles gently over his jaw. He furrows his brow and tilts his head. “You feeling okay? You’re a little warm.” 

Evan shrugs, leaning into his hand. “‘m fine.” 

Tommy tilts his head further at him, clearly questioning the honesty of that statement. He shakes his head after a moment and glances down at his watch again. 

“Why don’t we just go, make an appearance, and come back home,” he offers. “We can order pizza and watch Oppenheimer.” 

Evan nods, and Tommy kisses his birthmark before stepping away and grabbing his keys from the hook by the doorway. Evan follows after him through the house and out to the truck. 

When they’ve pulled out of the driveway, Tommy reaches across the center console and grabs Evan’s hand, tracing circles on the back of his hand with his thumb. He glances over at him as they pull up to the exit of his neighborhood towards the main road. Evan has his head on his fist, eyes closed. 

“Babe.” 

“Hmm?” He opens his eyes slowly, glances over at Tommy. 

“You sure you’re okay,” he asks again. “And don’t lie to me this time.” 

Evan blinks slowly a few times, staring out the window at the twilight sky. 

“I’m just tired,” he murmurs, turning on the headrest to look over at Tommy. “Besides, Maddie put a lot of work into tonight.” 

Tommy nods. Pretty much from the morning after their engagement, Maddie had started planning a party for them. And for as obnoxious as Evan had been about making sure that Chimney had a proper bachelor party—never mind the fact that he didn’t actually attend it—they’d requested something small. They were open to formal or semi-formal, but just wanted it to be their closest friends. 

Tommy turns the truck onto the interstate, keeping most of his focus on the road but still glancing over from time to time at Evan. He’s nodding off again, which makes him want to turn around and take them back home. Still, he knows even if Evan is dozing, he’s still conscious, and he would not be okay with them not showing up at all.

“Think you can manage twenty minutes,” Tommy asks him. 

“Mmhm.” 

. . . 

When they pull up outside of Maddie and Chimney’s house, Evan rouses, mostly because of the change in motion. He glances over at Tommy and smiles wearily before unbuckling himself and getting out. As he makes it around the vehicle, Tommy is coming out of the driver’s side, reaching for his hand. Evan reaches around himself with his right arm and pulling Tommy’s arm across his body. Tommy rests his hand on his hip, giving a few light rubs as they cross the street towards the house. There are cars everywhere already, which makes him think they’re probably the last to arrive. 

“Are we late,” Evan asks as they stroll up the walkway. 

“If we are, it’s fashionably so,” Tommy jokes. He lets Evan step in front of him onto the front stoop and open the door, following closely behind him. 

“Hey, they’re here,” Eddie calls out from inside the house. 

“Buck! Tommy!” 

Tommy steps inside the house, only to be quickly met with Christopher tossing an arm around each of them. They both hug him back, and when he steps back, their friends are starting to swarm, greeting them with hugs. 

“Can I get you both a drink,” Maddie asks from the back of the pack. Tommy glances over at Evan, remembering their discussion in the car, but Evan shrugs. 

“Just some water for now,” he replies. When Maddie glances up at him, Tommy nods as well. 

Much as Tommy tries to stick to the plan, their twenty minutes pass before they’ve even managed to properly greet everyone. They get pulled in opposite directions—Evan by Eddie and Bobby while Tommy ends up in a discussion with Hen and Chimney. Tommy keeps shooting glances in Evan’s direction anyway, watching for any sense of him trying to break away. But after almost forty-five minutes, they’re still on opposite sides of the room and Evan seems to be deep into a discussion with Christopher and has somehow also collected Jee-Yun onto his arm. 

“Let me use the bathroom,” Tommy interjects, midway through Hen insisting Tommy still owes her a round of lunch. He walks away from them, through the dining room and into the kitchen, passing Eddie and Lucy deep in conversation as he does. He finds Maddie at the counter, moving hors d’oeuvres onto a plate. 

“Evan doing okay,” she asks as she glances back into the other room. “He seems kinda out of it.” 

Tommy shakes his head. “I think he’s coming down with something, but we didn’t want to bail.” 

Maddie shoots him a glance. 

“What?” 

She laughs, shakes her head at him. “Please, Tommy. I know you well enough now to know that you would’ve stayed home if he would’ve allowed it.” 

“Someone has to stop him from going ‘full Buck’ all the time,” Tommy reminds her, reaching for one of the mini sausages on the plate. “Besides, I think he has a low-grade fever.” 

 Maddie shakes her head again, but there’s a smile on her face. She looks around the corner into the family room again, spotting Jee in Evan’s arms. 

“Wait, you said fever,” she asks. “He’s got my daughter right now.” 

It’s Tommy’s turn to chuckle at her as he picks up the platter she’s been working on. 

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. Now help me get him out of here while he’s still functioning so that we’re both not cleaning up vomit tonight,” he asks. 

Maddie nods, picking up another tray of food. They walk back out into the other room and set the trays on the table in the dining room. Maddie manages to draw everyone’s attention by mentioning food, and people are quickly lining up thereafter, Jee taking off in front of the group to get served first.

Tommy crosses the room then, grabbing Evan by the bicep as their friends move towards the dining room. 

“You doing okay,” he asks, lifting a hand to Evan’s cheek. He’s more flushed, and Tommy swears he feels warmer. 

Evan lets out a sigh. 

“I feel like we should stay,” he comments. “We just got here.” 

Tommy shakes his head at him. “You’re flushed, and you’re warm. I talked to Maddie.” 

Evan glances past him towards his sister. She’s helping Jee, but she glances up in his direction in a way that tells him she’s been waiting for him to find her, and she gestures her hand in a ‘shoo’ motion. 

“People are gonna notice,” Evan rasps, even as Tommy turns him towards the door. 

“Let them,” he replies, opening the front door. “Your sister will explain. You need to get home into bed.” 

Evan huffs, but doesn’t argue as they walk out of the house. 

. . .

Half an hour later, he’s tucked Evan into their bed with fever reducer and a glass of water on the bedside table, changed back into sweats. He steps out of the bedroom as Evan dozes softly in the ambience of the tv across the bedroom, his phone buzzing in his pocket.

“Hey,” he murmurs, lifting it to his ear. 

“How bad’s the fever,” Eddie asks from the other end of the line. 

“Just under a hundred and two,” Tommy replies. “Didn’t realize you noticed.” 

“That he was as red as his birthmark? Yeah, I noticed,” Eddie chuckles. “Everyone just started realizing y’all left, but it seems like they’re still sticking around. I gotta get Chris to a birthday party. Can I bring you some food?” 

Tommy glances into the bedroom again as Evan coughs, rolls over in his spot on the bed. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that,” he replies. “I was going to bring some home, but I knew we were on a time limit.”

“Nah man, I got you covered,” Eddie resonds. “Hey Chris, get me some more of that. Maddie?” 

Eddie’s voice gets more faint and he can only make out some of what his friend is saying as he seems to gather things for them to leave. A moment later, he’s back.

“Alright. I’ve got some stuff put together. Chris’ party is a few block from you guys, so text me if you need anything else. I’ll be around in a bit.” 

Tommy nods, even though Eddie can’t see him. 

“Sounds good. Thanks, Eddie,” he states. Evan coughs again, the kind that makes Tommy’s chest hurt just from the sound. “I’ll check the medicine cabinet and get back to you in a few.” 

He ends the call a moment later and strolls back into the bedroom as Evan tugs their quilt higher on him, shivering. Tommy settles down next to him and brushes a hand through his hair. 

“Meds should kick in soon, baby,” he murmurs. “Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

[drghostwrite]

Always you

Okay this one was a vote and I was so excited to finally write for this goddess of a woman. Also this is just the first there are many more to come.

Pairing: Larissa weems x reader

Warnings: a lot of fluff but there are spots of implied smut

Summary: You’re a teacher at nevermore and you’re in a relationship with Larissa, this will be a throwback to the scene with Morticia and Gomez except Morticia tries making her jealous, and in enters you. At first Larissa got jealous but then realizes you can hold you own and you prove to her that you only love her.

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You opened your eyes and could see golden rays peeking through the curtains of your window, you felt a warm body close to yours contrasting with the cool air nipping at your bare skin. You turned and observed the goddess laid before you, it wasn’t often Larissa was up after you so you didn’t get to see her like this much, hair in disarray from events of the night before, no make up, sleeping peacefully wrapping a long toned leg in yours and allowing her hand to ghost over you side. You laid there for a moment before her eyes fluttered open, she gave you a small smile.

“Well good morning gorgeous.” She turned pressing her face into the pillow letting out a small chuckle and you felt her moving she wrapped her arm around your waist pressing you against her. She wasn’t the best at taking compliments even after 2 years together, so you made sure to shower her every chance you got you loved this woman and hated that all she knew growing up with the mean and nasty side of people's words and actions, she absolutely loved being close to you and you didn’t mind whether it was small leans on your shoulder in meetings or holding hands, maybe even the occasional hand on your thigh or sneaky kiss around the corner, you wanted nothing more than to be her safe place and show her all the love.

“What’re you doing up, you’re never up first?” She grumbled out in a joking but concerned tone, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and pulling the blanket up to cover her bare skin.

“Actually this is when I usually get up so tell me why, Principal Weems, that you’re not up?” You placed a quick teasing kiss to her lips and then down her jawline showering her in kisses, down her neck tracing over the hickeys left from the night before and then back to her mouth.

“Ewww Y/N, morning breath.” She exclaimed laughing and pushing you away as you laid on her chest.

“Hey you weren’t complaining last night, I was tired I didn’t have time to go brush my teeth.” You said laughing.

“That’s gross.” She laughed at you.

“Hmm fine jokes on you, I can fix it with a quick shower and some toothpaste, but you my love, I can’t fix you being late on the first week back to school.” At first you pretended to be offended but then you laughed in victory as you saw her expression change.

“Oh baby.” She said quickly realizing the time and stumbling out of bed, you stood in the door way of the in suite bathroom watching as she scrambled. You finished brushing your teeth and walked over grabbing her hand and guiding her to the bathroom.

“Y/N I’m gonna be late, I can’t be late….” She started rambling. You tuned on the shower just how she liked it.

“ ‘Ris it’s okay just trust me, you need a shower let me handle the outfit, and no you can’t just shift don’t even try it.” She looked at you gratefully and stepped into the shower, you walked back out knowing you had a lot of time and grabbed an outfit it was different than usual Larissa but you loved it a white suit with a high waist and a sapphire blue satin shirt for underneath with matching blue heels. You turned back into the bathroom, slipping your robe off you opened the glass shower door.

You stepped in and was met by Larissa pulling you into a passionate kiss. You chuckled and kissed her back, you could feel the soap running off of her body and it smelled amazingly of lavender and vanilla a soothing and inviting scent. You ran a hand through her hair as she turned and picked you up pressing you against the wall and letting the warm water run over you both.

“You said no shifting but I could right now, I could shift and get you pregnant, oh God and you would look so amazing carrying our baby too.” She trailed kisses down your neck and you let out a whine but you had to stop her.

“Though I love the enthusiasm and being pregnant with our baby seems great and all, you’re going to be late for work and I don’t like dealing with grumpy Principle Weems.”

She grumbled but kissed you again and put you down, she knew you were right and that she would be very grumpy if she was late to meetings all day.

“Also if I’m gonna be the one carrying first, that means you better put a ring on it.” You laughed stepping under the water and washing your hair. You felt her arms come around you as she quickly stepped out to dry and get dressed but what you didn’t notice was the look of hopefulness and determination that came over her.

You heard her leave and stepped out to do your hair, you were kinda the fun teacher so leaving your hair curly and down was normal along with the jeans and maybe a band tee with a blazer but today you switched it up. You did a half up half down leaving your curls still out and slipped on one of your favorite outfits and tight pencil skirt in a deep green color with a white button up and a black with white pin stripped vest over it you matched it with black and white pin stripe heels. You turned toward the vanity to grab a pair of your many glasses and that’s when you saw it a note tented on the vanity, you picked it up and saw the black box underneath,

Don't you dare think I'll forget about what you just said, but here’s a little gift in the meantime.

Love,

Larissa

You picked it up and opened the box, a beautiful silver ring of vines looked back at you no gems just a simple sliver band of vines and leaves, it was perfect, and you felt a tear travel down you face. Swiping it away you slipped the ring on and grabbed your purse and headed to your classroom. A couple classes in and your students were starting to look tired so you dismissed early and decided to go see Larissa.

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Larissa couldn’t take it, before her she had Wednesday, who she didn’t mind actually, her and Y/N loved Wednesday. It was the parents Morticia and Gomez or Morticia specifically, it was always a competition, to her she was always better than Larissa, always royalty compared to a peasant.

She loved reminding her about high school and how she won Gomez and every other guy she wanted, how she now had kids, and how she got away from such a “wretched” place. Meanwhile, Larissa sat there smiling on the inside annoyed. Wednesday said a silent prayer that you would get there quickly.

There was a knock that rang through the office and Larissa announced for whoever it was to come in.

You stepped in the office, Morticia had a cocky look on her face until she saw you and then it turned into something else.

“Mmm and who might this be?” She asked trying to see how you’d react, Larissa was now digging her nails into the desk as she sat politely, and Wednesday had a smirk knowing what was about to happen.

“Larissa I wasn’t aware that you were hiring just anybody to come and teach, I mean having eye candy as a secretary maybe but at least be discreet.”

“We’ll she’s not just anybody.”

“Mmm we’ll let me take her for a day and we’ll see about that.” Morticia looked you up and down surveying the competition.

“We’ll Mrs. Addams I can assure you that Wednesday and every other student are only getting the best education from this institution.” You spoke up from behind.

"So sure about that?" she was pushing it now, Larissa was ready to come over to the desk, but you knew how to handle people like her, I mean you did it for a living at one point.

"I can assure you I have the credentials, I went to school for psychology, profiling to be exact, and caught killers. I now teach an array of classes, psychology, and sociology, including the sciences and even an art here and there, I have multiple certificates and references that I could point you to." You were cold as steel and held a smirk on your face, Wednesday gave you a very approving nod and a smirk as her parents sat jaws dropped, Morticia sat there buffering, quickly closing her mouth and resorting to her unimpressed stare, trying not to let you see through the sheer black curtain but it was too late.

"As I said I can guarantee that Ms. Pierce is one of the best here."

"Hmm, well too bad she's already taken Larissa you need someone like her in your life." she rolled her eyes at you, but you turned away from her, looking at Larissa.

She glared at you as you stayed calm and collected, you walked up to Larissa and whispered to her, “Can I kiss you, just quickly and show her who I belong to.”

Larissa crossed her legs and you had your answer you knew that went straight to her core, you were in for it tonight. You quickly bent down placing a quick kiss on her lips and turned sitting on the corner of the desk, Wednesday sat there smirking and gave you a nod of approval while the other two Addams jaws were on the floor again.

"Mrs. Addams I'm afraid that this meeting is over and I must say I've never seen you so uncomposed before, well aside from that night that you or I'm sorry, Gomez killed that poor boy, but I guess that's what you get when you play with fire."

"You wouldn't dare." She shot up from her chair stepping towards Larissa's desk, but you were to fast sliding in between her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." You looked into her eyes seeing rage and jealousy, but as she looked into yours she saw the swirls of gold flowing through the green, a silent warning to step back.

"You're...you're a...." she stuttered.

"Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I was once attacked by a vampire, while my magic saved me from certain parts, I still have heightened senses and strength. Every year I throw in a transformation and magic class to help council the newer students or those struggling, Wednesday has actually taken quite a few of my classes." Morticia turned to her daughter, "Yes, Mother." She signaled to Gomez time to go and they took their leave. Wednesday turned back to you in thanks and you sat on the desk waiting until they all left, turning to Larissa. She stood towering and leaned over the desk to kiss you.

"You're gorgeous when you're scary and calm." you chuckled to yourself.

"Well, Principal Weems now that they know their daughter is well taken care of and who I belong to I say we make our way home."

"I agree," she said grabbing her things and heading out.

when you got home though it was a completely different story. You didn't even make it upstairs before clothes were discarded around the house. In the middle of a steamy make-out session Larissa stopped you.

"Y/N I want to ask you something, something I should've asked you months ago."

"What is it love?"

"Darling, I want you to be my wife, I want to have babies and grow old together. Y/N Pierce, I want to marry the love of my life, Will you marry me?" you could feel her inhale holding her breath.

"Larissa Weems of course I'll marry you!" You leaned forwards placing a kiss on her lips, and you felt her relax into it. You both laughed and she turned you over putting all the passion she could into the kisses.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you a better ring, I was so nervous and I wasn't sure." she apologized nervously, hoping to not upset you.

"No baby I absolutely love it!"

"Good that makes me so happy, and speaking of baby how about we finish what we started this morning." you saw confidence coming back to her features.

"I'd say sounds like a night well spent so long as we try shifting after the wedding that way we don't have to deal with wedding planning and a baby."

"Oh agreed," she said getting up and escorting you to the shower, it was a good thing you two had got your own house outside the school, a house that would soon be housing more than just two people. You were going to make this house a home and who better to do that with than the love of your life.

[ggomos-maribat]

2 | in which Damian Wayne wakes up to an odd breakfast

Part 2 of No Mr. Wayne You Can't Adopt Me! | Masterlist

Saturday. Bruce's only schedule for the day? An interview.

But inside the Wayne manor.

It wasn't Marinette's first visit to the house, but she still couldn't get used to how humongous it was. She readjusted the box in her hands and the coat hanging from her arm as Bruce himself welcomed her at the front door and guided her to the drawing room.

A drawing room that indeed looked expensive but was extremely messy at the moment.

"Where's Alfred?" she asked.

"He's out for groceries and a few other errands," replied Bruce, which explained the state of the room. Which also explained the Batarangs and a utility belt lying out in the open which Bruce didn't seem to notice.

Marinette inwardly sighed one of her many sighs for the day. Her boss was lucky she came over early in the morning on a weekend. She wondered how his identity hadn't been discovered by the public yet. She took the chance to give Bruce a once-over to examine his outfit: polished shoes, blue blazer, blue tie, hair gelled to perfection.

"Is it too formal?" he asked hesitantly.

"They will only take one photograph of you but you have to at least leave the impression that you're not 'all work, no play' in your own house." She crossed her arms. "May I suggest your waffle-knit sweater with a collared dress shirt underneath and light-colored pants?"

What is that expression . . . is Bruce actually pouting?! "Yes, okay. I'll change now."

Just as he was about to turn around and retreat upstairs, Marinette stopped him. "Mr. Wayne, may I tidy up this space for our guests?"

He appeared a shade paler, pinned under her stern gaze. "Yes, of course. Thank you Marinette."

And off he scurried to his bedroom.

With his permission, the PA got to work. Ms. Sinclair and her assistant will be here at eight-thirty. We have around fifteen minutes to prepare. She picked up the papers scattered on top of and underneath the coffee table, stored away the blankets draped on the chairs, and safely hid the Batarangs and other identity-incriminating objects behind some knick knacks on the shelves. Armed with a duster and a lint roller, she moved around to clear the cushions of fur and get rid of the dirt between spaces. Finally, she pulled the curtains open to give a lively view of the courtyard (and to introduce some much-needed sunlight into the area).

When Bruce returned downstairs wearing the outfit from her recommendation, he blinked and looked around as if it was his first time seeing the room. "This looks much better," he hummed in approval.

Marinette topped it off by placing a flower centerpiece on the coffee table. "Anything else you need me to do, Mr. Wayne? Should I sit in during the interview?"

"No thank you, I have another request for you." Bruce's eyes flickered towards the kitchen. "You see, some of my children might already be awake at this time and Alfred's not around to take care of breakfast."

". . . I don't believe this fits my job description."

"I'll add to your pay this month."

"I'll get started on breakfast right away, sir. Any preferences?"

"Anything will do."

Marinette nodded and immediately put away all the cleaning equipment as the doorbell rang. Bruce told her that he would be the one to greet Ms. Sinclair, so she headed for the kitchen instead.

***

Upon entering the new room, Marinette noticed that there was already an occupant inside. A short-haired woman sat on top of a barstool on the kitchen island, cradling a mug. Marinette halted in her tracks, bowing slightly.

"Hello. Miss . . . Cassandra." She smiled softly. "I'm Marinette, Mr. Wayne's assistant. I don't believe we've met before. Your father's currently entertaining a Gazette reporter at the moment and asked me to cook breakfast."

Cassandra, or Cass as Bruce would often refer to her, tilted her head. "Nice to meet you."

Marinette unhooked an apron near the refrigerator. "Would you like me to make you another cup of tea?"

Cass' eyebrows raised, perhaps surprised at how perceptive she was. She gazed down at her mug, thinking, and met Marinette's eyes again. "Sure."

With a one-month raise in mind, Marinette prepared the teapot and collected the ingredients. Thanks for not telling me which children are home, she frowned as she went over the contents of the pantry. Very helpful, Mr. Wayne. She settled on playing it safe: simple but numerous choices.

"Have you got any preferences for breakfast, Miss Cassandra?" She asked as she tipped the teapot over Cass' mug. Cass merely shook her head 'no'.

"Very well."

Marinette had just preheated the pans when footsteps sounded. In rushed another Wayne kid, slinging a bag over his shoulder.

"Good morning, Mr. Thomas," she chirped. "Would you like coffee, tea, or juice?"

Duke looked like he was caught off guard seeing her there. He looked back and forth between her and Cass, eyes filled with confusion. His sister only motioned for him to reply to Marinette.

"Uuh, coffee please," he responded, walking up to a barstool to sit down.

"I'll brew a cup for you right away." Marinette took the empty coffee maker, suspiciously containing remnants of the drink. Mr. Drake's doing, no doubt. "Mr. Wayne had me get started on breakfast since Mr. Pennyworth isn't here at the moment."

"Ohh," said Duke. "Marinette, right? It's a Saturday today though. Bruce called you in just to make breakfast? He's incompetent but not that incompetent, you know."

"He does require my presence for the interview he's doing." Marinette motioned towards the direction of the drawing room. "I have nothing to do while he's currently conversing with Ms. Sinclair, so he thought I could cook some food for you."

"Pretty sure his main problem was breakfast though."

Marinette slowly nodded in agreement, stirring the contents of one pot. "I didn't object because he promised to compensate me fairly."

"As he should." Duke brought out his phone to check his reflection on the camera. "By the way, do either of you have any tips for an internship interview?"

Cass shrugged and patted his hand. "You'll do well."

"Really? I almost couldn't sleep last night because of it." Duke huffed. "Then Tim told me to just wing it after I caught him making coffee."

Marinette contributed two words while still moving around to cook: "Your cologne."

Duke sniffed himself. "Does it smell bad?"

"It's best to go for a more subtle scent." She wrinkled her nose and momentarily reached for her bag to toss him a bottle that she brought. "Here, this might be more suitable."

"You brought men's cologne?" Duke stared at the glass sprayer in disbelief.

"You'd be surprised at how many things Mr. Wayne unexpectedly needs." The reply drew out a little laugh from Cass.

Duke took a whiff and lit up. "I'll go change and put this on. Thanks, Mars!"

As he raced back up the stairs, Marinette checked the time. She untied her apron, poured out four cups of coffee, and prepared them with differently: the first two (one for Duke), she used only creamer and sugar; in the second one, she added just the right amount of sugar; and in the last, a vanilla flavoring, tower of whipped cream, and a dash of cinnamon. Next, she quickly set up the three drinks on a wooden tray, plus three plates of pastries from the box she brought.

Thank kwamis Alfred has a good kitchen arrangement system, she thought.

"Please excuse me for a moment." She told Cass as she picked up the tray.

She was granted impeccable timing when she slipped into the drawing room—Bruce and Ms. Sinclair had paused their interview, with the latter's eyes immediately gleaming in delight upon seeing the snacks and drinks. Meanwhile, Sinclair's assistant-slash-photographer gawked.

"Excuse me, here's some refreshments." Marinette beamed at the journalist, setting down the tray. "Mr. Wayne picked these pastries just for you, miss. I hope you enjoy them."

"Goodness!" Excitement was practically radiating from the woman. "Aw, Bruce you didn't have to!"

Ms. Sinclair wasn't a difficult person to please. A quick research told Marinette that she had a sweet tooth. A much deeper (totally not borderline stalker-ish) research revealed her favorite coffee blend and pastry shop.

Marinette definitely read a hint of surprise from Bruce, even if he did a good job of concealing it. Because Bruce, in fact, didn't prepare the pastries and is seeing them for the first time. He directed a charming smile at Ms. Sinclair. "It's the least I can do. Please enjoy."

"Such a dear," the woman gushed. "Now I might do three pages of the magazine for you, not two!"

And when Bruce glanced at Marinette, she sent him a look saying 'you better thank the heavens you have me.'

***

When she returned, Duke was back, happily sipping his coffee but along with him was a newcomer.

The youngest son.

Marinette had met Damian Wayne only a few times before and only when Bruce was around. Bruce had introduced him fleetingly, so she had only managed to exchange simple greetings with him, not anything more.

But despite their lack of interaction, Marinette knew a lot about Damian from Bruce's ramblings during lull time at work. He'd tell her 'Damian tried to adopt another cat', 'I think Damian's mad at me', 'How can I get Damian and Jason to bond together?', 'Damian threatened to go back to his mother if I don't agree to let Titus come on vacation with us', or 'I think Damian just used a slang on me. What does this mean?'

Marinette would give her best advice to her boss during those times, but she couldn't help but wonder if the resolutions ever worked with Damian since Bruce never relayed follow-ups.

"Good morning, Damian," she greeted, "Breakfast is almost ready. Would you like a drink?"

"Thomas filled me in." He set his bag on top of the counter. "Father really shouldn't be calling his PA for this. And no, I don't want a drink. I have to go soon."

Duke eyed his brother's outfit. "You have school today?"

"I asked my art teacher if I can come in today to work on my painting as we're not allowed to take our artworks home." Damian replied.

"No need to come in on time," Cass pointed out. "Come eat."

Damian narrowed his eyes at the pans on the stove. "I cannot eat—"

"Vegan kimchi fried rice and tofu scramble," Marinette said, "I cooked something else for you."

". . . Tt. Fine." And he begrudgingly took his seat.

The three siblings watched as Marinette served a feast—the delicious aroma of breakfast wafted around the room as she carefully plated the dishes in perfect portions. She didn't know if her cooking was on par with Alfred's, but she should at least impress them for the good pay she was getting from Bruce. She set down the plates in front of them with a simple 'bon appétit!'

Duke shoveled up the food quickly. "This is so good!" He took another bite.

To this, Cass nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Damian quietly chewed his meal, paying no compliments.

But he gazed up at Marinette. "You're not going to eat?"

"Oh, no thank you," Marinette declined, "I wouldn't want to impose, and I already ate before I came here."

It was a full-on lie. It was taking all of her strength to not let her stomach growling be heard. Although she was inside Bruce's home, she still had to act professional. Luckily, Damian only raised an eyebrow skeptically and continued eating.

***

"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce seemed stunned for a second after seeing Marinette hand a packed lunch to Duke before he rushed out. He even taste-tested her cooking and remarked how delicious it was.

He blinked at her. "Nothing else. You've done so much already, thank you."

"I should be going home then."

"Wait." Bruce spun around to face his son. "Damian, you're heading out too. Can you drive Marinette home?"

"But Father—"

"I can commute on my own, it's no problem at all." Marinette stepped forward.

"Her residence is on your way to school," Bruce insisted. "And please let him take you, Marinette, as thanks for breakfast."

When her gaze landed on Damian, he didn't seem too happy about it. But how could she deny a free ride?

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne." She bowed slightly. "I'll see you on Monday."

***

Suffice to say, the walk to the car and most of the ride was full of awkward silence. Marinette tried not to look at Damian every second or so. She went over her mental notes about him. Damian Al Ghul Wayne. The current Robin, who's attending university. Likes animals, broody, formerly extremely violent. If she remembered correctly, he was around her age.

"Take the next right over there and my apartment's in the second building." She offered a small smile. "Thank you for the ride again."

He didn't reply.

He only followed her directions and stopped in front of her building. As a last attempt at communication, Marinette took the box with pastries left over and held it out to him.

"Here, you can take these last two. They're vegan." Marinette watched as his gaze dropped down to the box before lifting up to meet hers.

"No thank you. You should have them instead—you're starving, aren't you?" He tapped his fingers on the wheel. "Besides, you're the one who bought that."

Her eyes widened. Had she been obvious the whole time? "Um, er . . ." She retracted her arms. "Okay. Thank you."

She unclasped her seatbelt and sneaked another glance at him. She was close to opening the door when she stopped. "Hey, can you take off your seatbelt for a sec?"

He frowned. "What?"

"It won't take long, Mr. Wayne."

"I don't—" He cut himself off and sighed, most likely remembering one of their first encounters. He'd ask her to call him Damian, not 'Mr. Wayne' like his father, so she'd only use his last name when he wasn't being cooperative.

Damian did as she said and she reached over to undo his tie. He didn't say anything as she redid the lopsided knot, tying his necktie neatly and smoothing over the creases.

She didn't notice how small the distance between them had become until she felt his breath on her forehead.

"There you go." She pulled away and opened the door. "Alfred usually helps you with that, doesn't he?"

"Yes," he mumbled.

She smiled. "Good luck with your painting, Damian."

Again, silence. But Marinette pretended not to notice him fumbling with his seatbelt as she got out of the car. 

[theitgirlnetwork]

Better

Ch. 14: Happy Birthday Charlotte Pt. 1

Lip's Supportive Husband Outfit

Charlotte's Bday Fit

Hm...wonder what this is...

Note: Hiii, as I said I didn't take as long as last time; next post should be this week because this is a two-parter. For that same reason she's a lil short. I am so thankful for all of the love, interaction and the warm welcome back. I am very grateful and I appreciate you all so much. I hope you enjoy this chapter of watching our babies work their way back, celebrate a big day, and grow as a couple. A big change is coming. Also there's sexual content in this one so feel free to skip that portion and ask me any questions about what nonsexual information happened during it for clarification. This symbol: * indicates the beginning and end of that section. Thank you so much again, and feel free to interact, I love hearing thoughts from you guys! (Constructively, pls I'm sensitive lol) :)

Warnings: Explicit Content (MDNI FR I'm not playing), sexual content, strong language, anxiety

“So what’re you gonna say?” 

Lip shrugs lightly as his blue eyes follow his thumb’s travels along Charlotte’s neck, lips parting with wonder as he drinks in the glow on her skin from the morning light seeping in, big brown eyes offering him warmth and adoration that he can’t get from anywhere else. “That I uh…won’t actually knock his head off.”

Charlotte purses her lips in thought, resting her hand over his, leaning into him. “Okay, that’s good-”

“As long as he stays the fuck away from my wife.” he finishes, reaching under the blankets and dragging her leg over his body. “That’s you by the way.”

“Is it?” she hums, climbing over him fully before nudging his nose with her own. “We sure?” 

“Yeah,” he sighs against her lips before finally closing the space between them. “‘M pretty fuckin’ sure.” 

“Good.” 

The last few days have been rough. Threats of breaking up left some lingering weariness and anger between the couple. Lip was apologetic but still prideful, Charlotte was forgiving but still withholding. They were nursing wounds together. And it’s working. Their joint solution was simple. They need to be together. Everything else was secondary. Whatever they needed to do to make this work, it’s exactly what they’re going to do. So stay in the room together, deal with family later. They’d basically ghosted her parents. Call out of work for a couple days. Focus on being Phillip and Charlotte. Together. 

Lip was tiptoeing. Scared to bring anything up that could dismantle what they were managing to rebuild. But her dad’s words, lingering thoughts of sickness plague him as he holds her in his arms at night. Suddenly, every shiver, every sniffle, every groan as she rolls over in the middle of night makes his heart fall to his ass. But he can’t rock the boat. Not yet. He just needs to…work for it. Get to a point where she trusts him enough to tell him. He can wait. 

Charlotte gasps into the air as Lip rolls her underneath him, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck. Her fingers dig into his golden curls, her legs closing around his waist as she pushes up to be pressed against him. “Phillip, you’re gonna be late-”

“‘M’not, don’t worry about it.”

*

The woman whimpers as large hands slip down her hips, fingers hooking into her underwear, yelping a little when she’s yanked upward roughly so the fabric can be tugged down her legs. “It’s…already 8:10…it’s-”

“Hey,” Lip calls sternly, one hand going back to her face, grabbing her jaw tightly enough to force her eyes to his, the other continuing its journey between her legs. “You want me to make you feel good, Bunny?”

“Y-yes-”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Phillip, I want you to make me feel good.”

“Know you do,” he hums, patronizingly pushing his thumb into the dimple on her cheek. “So lay back, and let me.” Lip finishes with a searing kiss on her lips before dragging his way down her body, pushing one hand underneath her shirt, massaging her breast as he uses his shoulders to nudge her legs completely apart. 

As Charlotte feels his mouth against her she panics, the cry she lets out is muffled by her hand flailing out, grabbing a pillow and putting it over her face. 

Lip licks a solid strip up her slit before pressing several kisses against her clit, slowing when his ears aren’t picking up the cries he lives for, confused considering he could feel her legs shaking by his head. His eyes trail up to find Charlotte smothering herself in effort to stifle her sounds and he’s immediately annoyed, hand coming down to slap her thigh. “Hey. Uh uh, fix that.”

A whine fills the air and he chuckles as he feels the soft pillow come down on his head before falling to the floor. “Don’t wanna be loud-”

“You know better.” he laughs, tugging her further down the bed and bringing her closer to his mouth, moaning himself at her sweet taste. 

Charlotte’s fingers flex as she grips at nothing, whimpering as he doubles his administrations, the pressure building even more now that piercing blue eyes are trained on her. “Fu-fuckin’ help me.” 

Lip’s eyes roll before he reaches up, grabbing her wrist and guiding her hands down to his hair, encouraging her to tug at it and groaning against her when she does. “Taste so fuckin’ good. Fuckin’ perfect. You’re just fuckin’ perfect aren’t you?”

“Oh, fuck, Phillip-” 

“Watch your mouth.” he grunts, slapping her thigh again. “You’re perfect. Say it, baby.”

“M’not perfect. I love you-”

“S’not what I told you to say-” he growls, pulling away and fixing her with a warning look, lips and chin glistening. Charlotte huffs, tugging his hair again, moaning louder as her toes flex.

“‘M’gonna cum, I want you to fuck me-”

“Say you’re perfect and I will.” Lip pulls away from her fully, untwining her fingers from his hair and watching her grow more frustrated, reaching for him to no avail. He climbs over her then, hovering over her as he runs his thumb over her bottom lip, guiding her mouth open, dipping his finger in before gathering some spit into his mouth and spitting it into hers, groaning when she swallows it obediently. “Charlotte.”

“I’m perfect. I love you. Please fuck me.”

Lip settles then, leaning his weight down onto her, groaning as he pushes into her, letting his head fall next to hers, pressing his mouth close to her ear. “You’re perfect, baby. My fuckin’...I fuckin’ live for you. I love you…happy birthday.”

The couple sets a steady rhythm then, one that they’ve grown used to over their time together but something about this time was different. The touches felt more desperate and needy. They both noticed it, but didn’t want to break the bubble they created by addressing it. But they could tell. Charlotte wraps her arms around him that much tighter, hand cupping the back of his head, legs locked around his waist in a vice, she arches to make sure she’s pressed against him as much as their movements will allow. 

Lip is the same, one arm around her waist to hold her close, switching between being in her ear, groaning every bit of filth, every promise, every praise he can think of, and resting his forehead against hers, demanding she look at him, maintaining eye contact to remind himself its her. She’s here, and he’s with her again.

“I…I’m…Phillip-” 

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me, Bunny. Cum on my dick, baby.”

Charlotte bites down on his shoulder as she cums, curling into him and crying out. Lip moans as she contracts around him, keeping his thrusts steady until he feels two wet drops on his skin. He nudges her back onto the pillows to look at her face, slowing to a stop when he finds her with large, watery eyes. “I’m…I love you, Bubba.”

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

That’s all he can think. That’s all he feels. For multiple reasons. The first is the embarrassing fact that he somehow got impossibly harder from the knowledge that the woman underneath him just came around him, crying from how much she loves him. The second the humiliating fact that he was blinking back the moisture from his own eyes because even though he’s never been the religious type, he’s finding himself thanking whoever is running shit upstairs for making sure 20 years ago today, Victor and Cynthia Fisher fucked and made this fucking angel for him. And the third being the realization that Ian was right. He didn’t doubt him, but  with everything that happened, it was clear. He’ll never be in love with anyone else. If he doesn’t keep Charlotte, he’ll never have another chance. She’s it. 

He’s shaken from his thoughts with a soft hand on his cheek. “I’m okay, baby. Keep going. I’m okay.”

Lip nods absently, brows softened, jaw clenched as he tries to keep the flood of emotions in. Resting his forehead against hers as he thrusts into her deeply, moaning softly. 

“C’mon, Phillip, I love you, I want you to feel good too. I want you to cum too.” Charlotte whispers, running her fingers through his hair, tightening her legs around him, rolling up to meet him. “I want you to cum in me…I want you to give me your baby.”

That’s…a new development.

And fuck everything else Lip was embarrassed to admit to himself before. 

Nothing can top how absolutely ashamed he is at how hard he came to that statement. 

Who the fuck is he?

*

“‘Okay, bye, baby.” Lip pats Charlotte’s ass as he kisses her before slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Uh, be ready when I get home, alright? Happy birthday, princess.”

“‘Kay.” Charlotte chirps, bouncing on the balls of her feet, offering him a bright smile as he heads out. The wooden door slides shut and immediately she’s screaming, running over to the couch and tossing herself onto it. “I want to have your baby?! What the fuck? Charlotte you’re so fuckin’ stupid!” she whines. 

In her anxiety induced wailing, she doesn’t hear V and Fiona coming in the back door, cases of beer and boxed wine tucked under their arms. The two older women exchange concerned looks before slowly approaching the thrashing girl. “It’s like this every other day, hey! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I ruined my life!” Charlotte screams, kicking one of the pillows off of the couch. 

“Okay…” Fiona sighs, grabbing a beer for herself and V, passing it over Charlotte’s head. “Scoot. What happened?”

Charlotte looks up at Fiona and then over to V and shakes her head. “Can’t tell you. You’ll…like…throw up or something and she’s gonna hit me.”

“I’m not gonna throw up and I doubt V will hit you-”

“Might.” the older cousin shrugs, lifting her little cousin’s legs and plopping them onto her lap as she sits on the couch. Fiona fixes her with wide eyes and V huffs. “I won’t hit you. Probably.”

Charlotte narrows her eyes skeptically, but sits up nonetheless. It’s not like she would be any less embarrassed telling anyone else. “Well, this morning, Phillip and I were…uh…”

“Fucking?”

“Oh, god.” Fiona flinches, shaking her head in disgust. 

“It’s my birthday!”

“Oh yuck-”

“So what?” V asks, pushing the girl’s hair out of her face. “Was it bad?”

“No.” Charlotte murmurs, wrapping her arms around herself, pouting a little. “It was…good. But, I got caught up in the moment and…said something.”

“Something? If you were screwing, I’m pretty sure my brother would like whatever you said as long as it wasn’t another man’s name. And even then he might tolerate it.” 

“Is that what you did?” V says around her beer bottle, taking a swig. “Call him some guys name? Daddy? Bitch? Slu-”

“I told him I wanted him to give me his baby.” Charlotte blurts, dropping her face to her knees in embarrassment. 

Both older women immediately panic, Fiona tossing question after question at Charlotte. All of which were some variation of ‘are you pregnant’ and ‘are you using protection’. V takes the initiative of shooting off of the couch and flinging open the door to Charlotte and Lips’ room, yanking open the doors until she finds Charlotte’s birth control pills and starts counting, sighing in relief when she sees the girl is on track.  “I’m not actually trying to get pregnant, I…just said it, it was a spur of the moment type of thing, it just slipped out!”

“Girl, it better be.” V breathes heavily. “You just turned 20 today, you still don’t eat the crust on sandwiches, do not get pregnant, understand?”

“I understand.” 

“Good.” V sighs, running a hand over her face and watching Fiona flop back against the couch. “Now that that’s over…let’s go to breakfast for your birthday.”

“Fuckin’ shit.” 

Lip’s pissed. Like more than usual. He huffs to himself as he flicks his half smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out. Part of being with Charlotte meant trying to quit smoking, so he was trying to work on it. Apparently, part of being with her also meant being a dad?

He hadn’t even thought of that. Like…in theory, he fuckin’ loved the idea. He married her because he loves her and he wanted them to be a family. That included his siblings. They were kind’ve his kids and by association, hers. Does it make him happy to watch her play with Debbie? Help Carl with his homework? Bounce Liam on her hip? Abso-fuckin-lutely, she’s fuckin’ precious, he loves that shit. 

Would it be fuckin’ sexy to see her have physical evidence that she belonged to him? Watching her waddle around with his kid, carrying something that;s exactly half him half her? Hot as hell. 

But right now? They’re fuckin’ barely not absolutely broke right now. He’s been saving up for somethin’ big. A baby would throw all of that off. And he’s going to beg to keep his job. How can they raise a kid in these conditions? He’s still fuckin’ raising Frank and Monica’s. She hasn’t even told him about her having health conditions. Would that affect her getting pregnant? Would it affect a potential baby? He hopes she can wait. She has to. She will, right? Fuck.

He also is literally haunted by the last time he’d thought he was a dad. That was…fucking cruel to be honest. And Charlotte is definitely no Karen, but Lip doesn’t know if he’s ready for that. She’ll…she’ll wait. She loves him. She’ll wait.

The man straightens, pushing open the doors to the large office building, nodding to the security guard before getting in the elevator, taking it to his floor. Gritting his teeth he prepares to see that fuckin’ prick again. Eric, the punk bitch who’s been sniffin’ behind Charlotte since he saw her picture. Peppy ass daddy’s boy who signs his paychecks. Jesus, he needed to get these thoughts out of his system before he reached his office.

Fuckin’ bitch. Pussy. 

Lip sighs, shaking out his shoulders as he rounds the corner to Eric’s office. Alright, I’m done.

Limp dick, pussy chasin’, no life motherfucker. 

Now. Now, I’m done.

Lip’s jaw muscle jumps as he pushes Eric’s office door open, trying to make this as quick and painless as he can for himself. “Hey man, I…uh, know things were tense the other night, but uh, I’m…not really gonna knock your head off.” He goes to turn out of the room and can’t help himself, peeking his head back in, addressing the desk chair facing away from him, “Unless you keep trying to hit on my wife. Back off. Uh, okay, gonna go back to work-”

“Mr. Gallagher.” a voice calls to him before he can leave the room. It’s deep, and sounds like it came from an older man. Lip stops in his tracks, brows furrowing as he re enters the room.

“Uh…yeah?”

The man turns in his chair, dramatically in a way that has Lip fighting not to roll his eyes and reveals himself to in fact be a sharply dressed, gray haired version of Eric.

“Eric Preston-Scottlyn. So you’re the intern who threatened my son?” the older man asks, pushing out of the seat and leaning against Eric’s desk, nodding toward another chair for Lip to take a seat. The blond quietly moves to the chair, staring up at the older man cautiously. 

“Yeah. That was me.”

“I see.” the older man reaches back into the desk, grabbing a cigar and looking at Lip expectantly. 

“Oh, fuck, sure.” Lip digs in his pocket, pulling out his lighter and offering it to the man. “Look, I uh, need this job. I just got married and I’ve got like, a hundred siblings I take care of. That shit with Eric was…it won’t happen again.”

“So long as my son doesn’t speak to your wife again.” the older man chuckles, blowing his smoke carelessly, ignoring Lip’s light cough. “Well, that shouldn’t be a problem for Junior. Considering I’m promoting him.”

Lip swallows back his scoff as he rolls his tongue in his cheek. Nodding, he bites his tongue. Of course the spoiled little rich boy is getting promoted for the work Lip has been doing for him. “Fuckin’ good for Eric.”

“You’re happy for him?” the man asks in disbelief.

“Indifferent.”

The older man chuckles, blowing out more smoke. “Makes sense. You must be proud of where your work has gotten him.” he leans back, putting out the cigar in the ashtray and crossing his legs as he faces Lip again. Lip’s eyes widen slightly as he schools the rest of his expression, “Mr. Gallagher, I am not an idiot. I know my son’s capabilities. And I’ve noticed they miraculously increased the moment you were hired. My son needs to actually learn how to do something now, develop at least a few skills he can do without someone bolstering him. So he’ll need to learn under my close supervision.”

“Fuckin’ bullshit.” Lip blurts.

“Excuse me?”

Lip tries not to say it, he does, but his impulse control has always been some shit. “It’s fuckin’ bullshit, that Eric doesn’t know how to do shit and you fuckin’ know that I’ve been doing his goddamn work and he’s the one getting fuckin’ promoted-”

“So are you.”

Fuckin’- “What?”

Mr. Scottlyn claps his hands together. “You’re right. I know you’ve been doing his work. You’re capable, Mr. Gallagher. You’re quick and intelligent. Dedicated. So, I’m giving you Eric’s position, if you want it. Which I assume you do, considering your…socioeconomic position.”

Fuck you. But he’s right. This is amazing. “Okay…okay, cool. I’m-thanks.”

“You’re quite welcome. I have big expectations for you, Mr. Gallagher. You remind me of me when I was your age. Minus the obvious anger issues and baggage.”

“Uh…thanks again?”

“You’ll start tomorrow. Bright and early.” the older man grabs his cellphone off of his desk and pulls his suit jacket on. “Don’t embarrass me, Gallagher.”

And with that he leaves Lip alone…in his new office. Holy shit. Did something good just fuckin’ happen? He gets to keep his job…fuck that, he got promoted.

This new information makes a dangerous image flash into Lip’s mind, and he quickly shakes it away. 

Huh. Today is full of new things.

Lip rolls his eyes as he jogs his way up the walkway of his house, seeing Frank approaching out of the corner of his eye. “Get the fuck away from me, Frank.” 

“Is that any way to greet your father? We used to be so close, you and I, what has poisoned you, the fruit of my womb, against me?” his dad slurs, stumbling behind his eldest son, eyeing the bag in his hand.

“Fuckin’ christ.” Lip hisses, pushing the door open and trying to slam it behind him, only for Frank to slither his way in. “Don’t have time for your shit today.”

“I get it, I get it. You are a man now, you have responsibilities. Helping lead the house. Going to work. Making love to that delicious-”

“I’m serious, Frank, I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” 

“Why are we killin’ Frank?” Ian asks as he makes his way into the room, taking a swig of a soda before flopping onto the couch. “Wifey’s across the street waitin’ on you. Don’t forget, tomorrow she’s with me.”

Frank’s brows furrow as he looks between his two sons. “No, I was pretty sure you were the gay one. Or is that Carl…?”

“Fuck off, Frank.”

“No respect.” 

Lip tugs his work shirt off and starts shuffling through the pile of laundry Fiona had done to find something to change into. “I want her home in one piece, Ian, I’m fuckin’ serious. No drugs. Three drinks total. And no lettin’ Mickey pimp her out for free shit.”

“Okay, okay. Being married’s made you so fuckin’ serious.”

Lip just points his finger at his brother again before pulling on the shirt and sweater Charlotte had snuck and bought him for Christmas and pulling on a pair of jeans. The front door swings open and the sweet smell that follows his wife everywhere fills the room, so Lip immediately kicks the bag to the side behind the couch before taking in how she looks. “Baby, fuckin’ gorgeous. C’mere.”

Charlotte beams, her dress flouncing around her legs as she bounces her way into Lip’s open arms, meeting him in a deep kiss, humming when he pats her ass. “You look pretty too~” she sings.

“Ah, I know.” he scoffs, jokingly pushing her face from his as she squeezes his cheek. “Havin’ a good birthday? Yeah? Where the fuck is your jacket?”

“Don’t need one.” 

“Fuck, you don’t,” he frowns, snatching his jacket from the pile of laundry and pushing her arms through the sleeves.

“Excuse me, kiddo, I know you’re a little distracted what with your wife’s womanly wiles, a struggle to which I deeply relate-”

“Frank-”

“Ew.” Charlotte mumbles, pulling her jacket tighter over herself.

“However, you all asked me to warn you next time CPS would be stopping by and I might have been indisposed recently because a brief stint because of a possession case, however, while I have been released, I believe there will be a surprise…visit…inspection for the welfare of the children, soon. And your welcome for warning you.”

Charlotte immediately whips her head to look at Lip, eyes wide with concern, she clutches the sleeves of his jacket. “Don’t worry, Bubba, we’ll fix it. I can start cleaning and you and Ian can start fixing stuff around the house, we’ll dip into some of the money and get extra groceries, and get the kids ready when they get home. I can text Fiona-”

“But…it’s your birthday.”

He doesn’t know if his heart swells or cracks when his wife shrugs. “Doesn’t matter, we have to take care of your family.” 

You’re going to have to choose. I chose Cynthia. You can still choose your family.

Victor’s words flood Lip’s head as his eyes flick between Charlotte, the bag of stuff he got for her birthday on the floor and the mess of a house he and his siblings inhabit. He loves her so much. He wishes he wasn’t about to make her spend her 20th birthday preparing for a Child Protective Services visit. He wishes this wasn’t about to be her norm. He’s never not chosen them.

But Ian makes the choice for him.

“Nah, we got it.” the redhead shrugs, finishing the soda and pulling out his phone. “You guys go ahead, you can help later if there’s anything left for you to do. I’m gonna let everyone else know about Frank’s fuck up, and we’ll get this shit together. It’s not like they’re gonna come today. Wouldn’t be very random, then.”

Lip opens and closes his mouth, preparing to…thank him? Argue? He doesn’t know. But Ian doesn’t give him time. He picks up Lip’s bag and shoves it into his hands and starts pushing the couple toward the door. 

Charlotte watches her husband out of the corner of her eye the entire bus ride. She was anxious to say the least. There are millions of thoughts flying around in her head, and she doesn’t know what to do with them. From her sex induced plea for a baby, to Lip’s meeting with his boss or his siblings possibly getting taken by CPS…again, she was a nervous wreck. And…also it's her birthday. And she keeps forgetting.

Breakfast with Fiona and V was great and she loved it. But she’d spent it in her head, wallowing about her slip of the tongue. After, she had something to look forward to, spending time with Lip when he got off work, he’d apparently planned a surprise for her. He wanted to be in charge of everything, down to her outfit. Last night he stood in front of her wardrobe looking clueless, grumbling to himself as he demanded that she stay in bed and ‘not look’ while he picks, finally settling on a dress that he’d given to V to tell her to wear later. But then she could only focus on how devastated he would be if he did lose his job. Or the hit his self-esteem would take if he had to beg Eric.

She hadn’t even realized how well he could read her face.

“Stop.” he says softly, smoothing his thumb over the line forming between her furrowed brows. “Stressin’ that pretty little head out. We’ll handle it.”

“Tell me somethin’ good.” 

Lip nods, pushing her hair away from her neck, placing a kiss there before murmuring against her ear. “You look really beautiful, birthday girl.”

“Thank you. Somethin’ else?”

“Love you.” he says, placing another kiss before looking up to watch the stop they’re on.

“Love you more.” she hums.

“Bullshit.” he scoffs. “C’mon, this one’s us.” Lip helps her up, guiding her to walk in front of him, absently tugging her dress down over her ass a little to counter it riding up as she walks. The blond walks with his wife, their fingers intertwined, her spare hand busy picking at itself, her fingernails poking at her skin incessantly, nervously. As they walk down the block, Lip grows more frustrated, noticing that she’s so distracted she’s not even noticing where they are. “Okay. Stop. Let’s talk.”

Charlotte lets him pull her to a stop, standing before him. “Okay, lets.”

“What’s the problem?” 

“I’m worried about your siblings.” she whines.

Lip runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “CPS comes like 3 times a year, we deal with it. They take ‘em or they don’t. They do? We go to court, get them back, a week, tops. They don’t, we move on until next time.”

“That’s awful.” 

“The system sucks, princess, ‘m’glad you know nothin’ about it. But we know how to do this. It’ll be okay. And it's easier now that Ian and I are grown too. It’s gonna be okay.” Lip eyes her, bringing one hand to his lips and kissing it before prompting her to continue. “Next.”

“You’re job?”

“Was gonna save this for not your birthday, because it’s supposed to be about you, but I don’t want you to pick all of the skin off your fingers so…” he tugs her forward, digging his hand into the pocket of his jacket she’s wearing, producing a badge. “New badge.”

Charlotte squints at the title printed on the badge and her eyes widen. “Project manager? You got promoted?” A wide smile makes its way onto Charlotte’s face, and Lip matches it with his own smirk, gladly accepting the onslaught of kisses he receives all over his face as she squeals. “I’m so happy for you, bubba!” 

“Thank you, bunny.” he smiles, kissing her lips twice before setting her back onto her own feet. “Last thing?”

Charlotte immediately looks away from him, rocking nervously on her heels. “I…this morning…I-”

“Words, baby.”

“I…said something, we’ve never really talked about before.” Lip’s eyes widen in acknowledgement and suddenly the words are falling out of her mouth like vomit. “I didn’t mean it! Not…ugh, I mean not now. I love you and it felt good, and I got caught up in the moment. I didn’t mean to scare you, or rush you and I know we’re not even…we don’t even have the space for that. It’s not…not time, but I just said that and I meant it but I didn’t mean it.” 

She’s never wanted to punch him more than when he snickers.

“What? What? Phillip!”

Lip wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her to him. “Stop whinin’. It fuckin’ scared me shitless, okay? But,” he tugs her back again when she squirms against him, making an embarrassed groan. “I think about it too. Love you too. It felt good, hearin’ you say that. Obviously. So, now we know we both like that shit. Hell, for me it's probably genetic. And y’know, eventually, we’ll get there. Could be sooner. Could be later. Nothin’ to freak out about.” he nudges her chin with his knuckle. “‘Kay?”

“Kay.” 

“Good.” he sighs. “All done?” she nods, and he nods with her looking around. “Fuckin’ awesome, can we celebrate your birthday now?”

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah? Good, look around, baby, where are we?”

Charlotte looks at their surroundings for the first time since getting off of the bus, eyes widening as she views the pretty townhouses, uniform and lined up. Just behind them is the neighborhood that Lip had taken her to see the lights all of that time ago. “These townhouses are so cute.” she chirps, whipping her head around. 

Lip slips behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his head on her shoulder. “Show me which one’s your favorite.” 

The woman’s big brown eyes slip over to a sage green townhouse, it nearly looks exactly like the shade she’d always wanted. The one she’d told Lip she’d want her house to be like two months ago…and the paint looked pretty fresh. “That one.” she breathes.

“Yeah? Should we go eat inside? Or we could check out the backyard.” he hums against her cheek. Charlotte slips her hand up into his hair, still staring at the house.

“I dunno. What if the people who live here come home early…I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

Lip shrugs, digging in the bag and producing something from it to dangle in front of Charlotte’s face.

“I spoke to the husband and he was fuckin’ cool with it, even said he thinks we should christen the place. But I guess I should ask the wife too.” 

Silver keys come into the focus of Charlotte’s vision and she uses Lip’s solid chest to support her weight.

 “Well, Bunny? What do you say?”

[love-strike]

birthday boo 🧸 boo seungkwan

title: birthday boo pairing: boyfriend boo seungkwan x afab reader rating: explicit (18+) summary: surprising your boyfriend on his birthday doesn't always go as planned... word count: 1.5k genres: pwp, smut, fluff warnings: fluff, smut (pet names, kissing, fingering, breast play, unprotected sex, creampie), reader wears lingerie, it's really just very sweet and romantic and kinda funny a/n below the cut:

this is a product of a convo between me and @fernspotsvt 💗 and then i woke up to this ask and had to do it:

pls enjoy! happy birthday to our wonderful boo seungkwan 🍊🐻💌

You have everything prepared perfectly.

The cake that you made for Seungkwan is sitting prettily on the counter, and you're wearing a cute outfit. The main surprise is the lacey midnight blue lingerie you have on underneath. You're putting some last minute touches on his cake when you hear keys jingle and the door open.

“I'm home, sweetie,” your boyfriend sings as he comes in and you run over to hug and kiss him. He giggles cutely as you plant kisses all over his face.

“Happy birthday Kwannie! Welcome home!” you say excitedly. He pulls back from your embrace and looks you up and down with a surprised look.

“It smells so good in here,” he says as he looks around. “And you look amazing…”

“It's all for you,” you say with a wink and lead him into the kitchen. “You should be happy I made you a whole cake!”

He gasps when he sees the cutely decorated white and pink cake. It's definitely not professional level, but he can tell that you put a lot of effort into it.

“I told you not to make me anything!” he shouts with a giggle. “But this is so nice, let's cut it right now!”

You nod with a smile and go to grab a knife. However, when you go to lift your arm you feel a sudden itching underneath your clothing. You go to scratch it and realize the culprit — your lacey bra. You try your best to ignore it, glancing over to Seungkwan and seeing him take pictures of the cake.

You bring a knife over and cut one large piece of cake for the both of you to share. He better eat quickly so I can get this bra off, you think to yourself. You watch as your boyfriend takes a huge bite and hums loudly.

“This tastes so good, seriously.”

You grin and take your own bite. It does taste better than you expected. You let out a groan of frustration as you feel the itching come back. You try to slyly reach your hand behind you and itch.

“Are you alright, honey?” Seungkwan says with a concerned look as he continues eating. You quickly decide to give up on your little surprise altogether.

“Honestly, I have lingerie on and it's digging into my skin and making me itch,” you say in one breath. “So whenever you're ready, we can move into the bedroom.” The last part doesn't sound as sexy as you wanted it to.

“…Lingerie?” he says after a moment of silence and you stifle a laugh. Of course that's the only part he heard. You nod shyly and look at him.

Much to your surprise, he quickly picks you up and you squeal loudly. He carries you bridal style into the bedroom and gently lays you down onto the bed.

“If it's bothering you, we have to get it off, right?” he says with a goofy smile that makes you giggle. He leans down to kiss you sweetly, and you can taste the sugar and frosting on his lips. He reaches down to take your shirt and you lift your arms so he can pull it off.

“Woah,” you hear him say breathily as he looks at your body, causing you to cover your face bashfully. “Just bear with it for another minute, okay baby? I wanna see all of you.”

You nod as he reaches down to slide your pants off. He groans loudly and covers his own face.

“You're so gorgeous, baby,” he whispers as he runs his hand down your body. “I can't believe you did this just for me.”

“I'm glad you like it so much,” you say in a sweet voice before he kisses you again.

“You're so sweet to me, I love you so much,” he replies. His voice is a little shaky and you can't tell if it's from being emotional or being turned on. “I'll take it off for you now, okay?”

He quickly takes off his own t-shirt and jeans before settling above you. By this point your increasing arousal is distracting you from the itching feeling. He gently reaches behind you to unhook the bra and slide it off you. You let out a quiet moan as he moves both hands down to cup your breasts.

Seungkwan pulls your lacey underwear down your legs as he kisses you deeper and with more tongue. You moan louder this time when he moves his hands back up to squeeze and pull at your nipples.

“Seungkwan,” you moan as you pull him down into your neck. “Feels so good…”

You feel him nod and kiss at your neck. “I know, sweetie, I'm gonna make you feel even better.”

As he says this, he slides one hand down between your legs to move between your folds — you know that you're already soaking wet. He spends a few seconds rubbing circles over your clit before sliding his middle finger into your entrance.

“You looked so pretty in your blue lingerie… Thank you for wearing it for me even though it made you itchy,” he says with a little pout that makes you exhale a laugh. “I'll make it up to you, okay?”

You whine as he slips in a second finger and moves them slowly. The lewd sounds of his fingers sliding inside you are echoing in the room, turning you both on even more. You can quickly feel your stomach tighten in arousal.

“Kwan, I'm ready now,” you say quietly as you wrap your arms around him. He has an unsure look on his face when he pulls his fingers out. You pull him down by the neck to look at him. “I want to really feel you stretch me out.”

Seungkwan closes his eyes and groans in response. You see him reach down to take his underwear off. You almost feel yourself drool at the sight of his erection, hard and leaking. He gently places the tip of his cock at your entrance, leaning down as you pull him into a deep kiss. He swallows your moans as he gently eases inside you, taking his sweet time. The feeling of his thick cock entering you makes your head spin, and you're already on the verge of cumming.

“God, you're so tight,” he hisses from above you and you feel your pussy twitch even more around him. He begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, one hand moving down to stroke your clit. When Seungkwan latches his mouth onto your breast to suck on your nipple, you feel your orgasm hit you so quickly that you don't have time to say anything.

He pulls back to watch your face as you let out several loud moans in a row, your fingers digging into his back and your pussy convulsing wildly. He pauses his thrusts as soon as you finish orgasming to avoid overstimulating you.

“Did you just cum?” he whispers and you nod hazily. “That was so sexy,” he moans and kisses you on the cheek. You both lay there for a moment while you catch your breath.

“You can move now,” you tell him after a minute of being still. He nods and starts his thrusting again, length still hard and twitching inside of you. “Your cock feels so good inside of me, Kwan.”

He lets out a moan at your words and speeds up a bit more. “I love you, I wanna be with you forever,” he whispers sweetly into your ear. You whimper and let out a soft love you in reply. His cock throbs deep inside your walls and it feels even better after your previous orgasm.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks as he sweetly runs his hand through your hair to get it out of your face. The action makes you clench a little and you feel his hips stutter.

“Inside me, baby,” you whimper and he curses loudly. He transitions his thrusts into deeper, harder ones and you can't help but groan. After a few more deep thrusts he moans your name loudly as you feel him empty his cum inside you. He thrusts once more as he finishes his climax, proceeding to lay his head down onto your shoulder. You softly stroke his hair as you wait for him to catch his breath.

“Happy birthday to you,” you say in a sing-song voice. “Happy birthday my Boo.”

He immediately lets out a snort and lifts his head to laugh loudly. You giggle along with him and kiss his cheek.

“Have you been waiting all day to do that?” he asks with his eyebrows raised. You nod and burst out into another laugh. He sighs loudly and flops down on top of you.

“I love you. Happy birthday to me,” he says in an exhausted voice. You wrap your arms around him and close your eyes.

“I love you more,” you reply and you feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin as he closes his eyes to sleep.

[warriorofthought]

First Date

Summary: Biker Bucky takes you out on a date in a cute restaurant

Word count: 2548

Warnings: no one

Biker Bucky x Reader

This is the second part to "A rescue and a ride home" but can also be read without having read the first part.

An hour before the mentioned time you are almost ready with your outfit, only your shoes are missing, you have decided to put on your sneakers to your simple but still classic Outfit. You put on a very warm Sweater so that you don't have to take a jacket with you and a shirt underneath, in case it gets too warm, you can still take off the sweater.

A few minutes before seven you hear a motorcycle stop in front of your house and when you look at the clock again, your watch reaches seven and the doorbell rings. Right on time. You quickly run to the door, grab your small bag and put on your sneakers. Then you open the door and a bouquet of flowers appears. Purple roses.

They are beautiful. 

"Bucky?" With a grin, Bucky comes out from behind the bouquet.

Your eyes travel over his figure. He's wearing his leather jacket from yesterday, which, by the way, looks great on him. Dark gray jeans and a dark blue colored hoodie highlight his eyes even more. All things considered, he looks just as handsome as he did yesterday, just a little more fixed up today.

"Hi Y/n, these are for you, I hope you're not allergic to them and you like them?"

"Thanks Bucky, they're beautiful and I'm not allergic to the flowers, I'll put them in a vase, wait for a few seconds alright?"

"Of course, I'll wait here."

You take the flowers and quickly run into the kitchen with them and fill up a vase with some water before putting the flowers in. Then you remember what the flowers mean, the message the purple rose is sending is "love at first sight" does that mean he likes you, really likes you. Your heart stops for a moment at the thoughts and starts racing with joy and a big grin graces your face, which you can't suppress.

Then you run quickly to the front door again. When you get there, you already see that Bucky is waiting for you on his motorcycle. This time he has an extra helmet for you. You like that very much. In case of an accident, his head is protected as well. You lock your front door and put your key in your purse as you walk up to Bucky.

He hands you the second helmet and puts on his. Then he looks to see if you need help putting yours on and helps you close it, checking to make sure it fits properly. 

"And are you excited, y/n"

"Yes, I am. How about you, Bucky?"

"Me too, pretty lady." 

At this you have to chuckle for a moment. 

Bucky smirks and sits down on the bike, then taps his thigh and you sit behind him.

After that you hold on to him again as he starts the engine and the two of you drive off.

You don't drive too long, then Bucky stops at a cozy little restaurant. Bucky turns off the engine. Then you get off and take your helmet off, Bucky does the same, then Bucky stuffs the helmets away.

As you take a better look at the Restaurant from outside, you notice Bucky reaching for your hand. Surprised at the gesture, you look first at your joined hands, then at him. 

"Is...is that okay?" Comes softly from him.

"Uh, yeah, it's fine." Your cheeks turn pink and your heart does a little skip with joy.

You see your answer bring a satisfied grin to his face and he tightens his grip on your hand a little, then pulls you to the front door of the restaurant. 

As he opens it for you, you hear a soft melody coming from inside. Buck follows you inside and leads you to a corner table by the window. Then an elderly lady approaches you both.

"Bucky, my dear, it's good to have you back." She pulls Bucky into her arms, he has a gentle smile on his face and hugs her back. You like the sight very much. 

When her gaze lingers on you, she lets go of Bucky again.

"Who is that pretty lady you brought, did you finally find a proper wife or is she your girlfriend? Then you could have introduced me to the pretty thing earlier" 

" This is y/n and she's not my girlfriend, not yet, so I would like to call her a girlfriend already, but we're just on a date to get to know each other and stuff? " Bucky gets confused while talking and becomes nervous, looking over at you uncertainly. You decide to help him out. 

"Hi nice to meet you, I'm y/n, maybe soon Bucky's girlfriend too if he's really serious." You smile kindly at the lady and hold out your hand to her, but before you can react she pulls you into her arms.

"I would love that, I'm Susie, nice to meet you, so what will it be for you, should I get the menu or do you already know, Bucky?"

"I already know, 2 times number 17 and once 44 and 97 for dessert and 2 cokes."

"Good choice my dear"

You and Bucky have an exciting conversation until the food comes. You ask him how he lives and he tells you about his crew and that he makes pretty good money as a mechatronics engineer with his own garage. You tell him what you do for a living and that your parents live in another city and that you moved here for your education and now stay here for work. 

Bucky ordered your favorite dish as the main meal, which totally surprises you and it turns out to be his favorite dish as well. For dessert we have a chocolate cake and a white chocolate cupcake. Both look stunningly delicious. You are delighted. 

You two enjoy it, you are drinking from your coke when Susie comes back and takes the big plates away from you both because they are empty, now you only have the two small plates with the cakes with 2 forks each so four.

"Y/n , I didn't know exactly which of the two cakes you would like better, that's why I took both because I think these are the best ones Susie makes and you should definitely have tasted them."

You have to chuckle for a second and think about which one to try to eat first.

"I can't decide Bucky, they both look so yummy." You pout.

"Then try them both, love," surprised, you look at him and see that he has gone red in the face because of what slipped out.

You have to suppress a giggle as he looks so cute. 

"You'll have to eat from both of them too then, Bucky". 

He nods at you and takes the first bite of the chocolate cake with his fork, you of the other. 

As you chew the piece in your mouth you can hardly believe your taste buds. It tastes so good. You immediately try the chocolate cake as well and it tastes just as delicious. 

When you've both finished eating, Bucky smiles at you. 

"Those two cakes are almost like a sin, but I'm glad I got to share them with you." 

"Oh, yeah, they're fantastic!" you agree.

You see that Bucky grabs his serviette and then he reaches for your face, he holds it gently and removes the chocolate sauce that has gotten lost on your cheek. 

"Oh, thank you"

"You're welcome" you notice the heat rising in your cheeks, but Bucky is still looking into your eyes with fascination and you can't manage to tear your eyes away from his, they hold you trapped.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," Bucky whispers, as if the moment would vanish if he said it louder.

Realizing he's still holding you, Bucky quickly lets go of you, nearly knocking over his glass in the process. You both have to laugh amused but happy. 

Then you talk some more and he also tells you what his full name is. You like his full name very much and you actually tease him a bit with it, which he likes, but doesn't admit.

When Bucky has to go to the bathroom for a minute, Susie comes out from behind the counter and comes up to you and speaks to you lovingly.

"You know, you're special to Bucky, even though this is a bit quick and this is very short notice with the two of you, I can tell you that Bucky is definitely serious about you. Bucky's eyes lit up when he looked at you just now and also when he talked about you this morning, he really likes you a lot, I've never seen that look on him before, but I know it from my husband and I can tell you that look is just dripping with affection and love. Bucky is serious, even though he may have made his life a bit dangerous with his biker crew, he wants to protect you and above all love you unconditionally if you allow him to." 

"Are you sure about that?" 

"Yes, very much actually, I've known Bucky since he was little and you mean the world to him since he met you yesterday, he's never been as happy as he is with you now the two of you were here and when he told me about you. "

"Wow."

Before she can say anything else, Bucky comes back from the bathroom.

Susie disappears behind her counter again and Bucky signals her after he sits down that we want the bill. 

"So what were you two talking about?"

"Ah, nothing much, she just told me she's known you since you were little and you used to be cute as a button." You giggle at the thought of a little boy eating Susie's chocolate cakes, but you don't tell him the rest of the conversation between you and Susie.

As it is getting late, you say goodbye to Susie after paying the bill. Then you both walk over to Bucky's motorcycle.

"Y/n, do you have to get up early tomorrow?"

"No, why?"

"I'd have another surprise, but we had to drive there, would that be okay with you, or would you prefer me to drive you home?"

" I...I'd like to see the surprise, Buck" 

"Good, that is good"

He hands you your helmet and he takes his and you both put it on. Then Bucky checks to make sure you have it on right and gets on the motorcycle. You get on the back. Then the two of you ride off. 

During the ride Bucky sometimes lets one of his hands wander to yours on his belly and you intertwine your hands. What brings the butterflies in your stomach again and again to fly around.

After you have been driving for a while you arrive at a mountain. Next to it flows a small river. You park at the foot of the mountain and together you start walking up. Bucky grabs your hand as you walk up the mountain and together you walk hand in hand up the mountain. 

At the top, you sit down on a bench. Then you let your eyes wander. From the mountain you can see down on the city and its lights sparkle at you both. A stunning sight. As you let your gaze wander against the sky, you see that the stars are shining extra bright today. 

"Beautiful aren't they?" you breathe into the evening air.

"Yes, indeed, beautiful." Looking over at Bucky, you see that he meant you, not the stars, as he was watching you.

Slightly, you smile. You've never smiled so much in your life.

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As you watch the lights for a while you notice a cold wind coming up and goosebumps form on your skin. Now you curse that you didn't take a jacket with you.

Before you can say anything to Bucky or turn to him, you feel him put something around your shoulders. When you look up you see that it is his jacket and he himself has moved closer to you.

"We wouldn't want you to freeze to death with such a beautiful sight."  He breathes softly into your ear and pulls his jacket a little tighter around your body before he sits close enough to you that you can feel his body heat. Immediately, you feel warmer already.

You smile and close your eyes, just listening to the sounds of the city streets. The wind was blowing lightly in your face and moving one of your hair strands.  Bucky felt the need to touch them, knowing they would be soft on his fingers.

You caught him staring at you, a blush creeping up on your cheeks, but he didn't take his eyes off you and this time he stared into your eyes.

 "You look beautiful when you blush," Bucky admitted.

 "Thank you."

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After midnight Bucky decides to drive you home as it is getting colder and colder and also in the city, the lights are going out more and more.

In front of your house Bucky stops. You get off, take off your helmet and give it back. Then quickly without Bucky noticing what you do you quickly smell his jacket again and get Bucky soft and yet rustic leather scent in the nose. You take off the jacket and give it back to Bucky. He doesn't want to put it on but you force him to take it back because it's his jacket and you are in front of your house. Then Bucky escorts you to the front door.

 "I really enjoyed our date, Y/N," he admitted. 

 "I'd like to ask you out again.  Of course, only if you really want to."

You nodded your head in agreement.  "Yes, that sounds like a very good idea."

You knew you couldn't let him walk out of your life. He had fascinated you in so many ways tonight that the thought of never seeing him again seemed impossible in your mind. You just wanted to keep him until the very ending.  This date shouldn't be the only one you guys have. You wanted more.  And you were willing to do anything to spend more time with him.

Bucky pulled his hand out of yours to push a strand of hair behind your ear.  That single light touch was enough to make you feel your heart beating wildly in your chest.

Then Bucky takes another step closer to you and rests his forehead against yours. The two of you can smell each other because of it. You two are so close that you can feel each other's breath slide over each other's skin.

"Thank you for giving me a chance for this date."

"You're welcome, it was a great night, Bucky." 

"You really should go in now, y/n"

"I should, I really should," you whisper, not really wanting to tear yourself away from him.

"Good night, y/n"

"Good night Buck, get home safe."

"Go on" Bucky pushes you towards the door. You unlock it and wave goodbye to him again with a smile before disappearing into the house. This has been a wonderful evening.

[gamequeenanya]

Tickletober Day 24: Targeted/Don't Move - (Lee!Michael Afton, Ler!Reader)

Summary: All you wanted to do was fix his outfit...

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Carefully, you fix your husband's tie for the special dance party your old highschool friends put together. Smiling, you look up at him.

Michael seems charmed. He strokes his hand through his hair, making it messy again. "Your outfit looks great."

You sigh. "Michael, your hair!"

He chuckles. "What? You prefer it like this."

"Maybe. But we need to impress the other guests! If they see you like this-"

"-They'll think you're very lucky indeed!" He flashes a toothy grin.

You feel a blush come to your face. "Hm."

As you continue fixing his outfit, your hand brushes his stomach and he pulls away from you.

"Hey!"

There's a clear laugh in his voice. You chuckle and pull him closer.

"Stop moving! C-come on Michael!"

He laughs, trying to push you away. "N-no, don't!"

Okay, so you might not have tickled him before. But now he was asking for it!

Honestly you should have seen it before: the way he couldn't say "navel oranges", the way he shielded himself when other guys playfully fought him... Yep. Michael was rather ticklish! And you were going to find every one of his spots even if it ruined his suit!

Gently poking around his torso, you draw out squeaks and giggles. Sometimes his hands push yours away, but then quickly retreat so you can find more spots.

All of a sudden, you and Michael are rolling on the bed together, laughing. You'd opened his suit jacket to reveal the white dress shirt underneath. Your husband looking very handsome indeed as you looked down at him.

"Heh, I think someone's rather ticklish..." You say, pausing as you look into his eyes.

"I-I think you are right..." He admits. "I apologize if I ruined the evening for us."

Sighing, and seeing his bright blue eyes, glinting with sincerity, you look away. "You know what, Mike? I was wrong... Who cares what those plebs think? I think you look great no matter what."

"So... are you still going to tickle me...?"

Grinning like a tiger, you squeeze his sides, sending him into hysterics.

He's indeed more ticklish than you thought, and as you explore his sensitive torso it's harder to find a spot on him that isn't ticklish! He laughs and giggles in such a cute boyish way. You can hardly believe he was single when you snagged him. A few weak spots you found were the sides of his back, his bottom ribs, and armpits. His belly was moderately ticklish but his navel was really bad. You blew air on it a little to tease him. It didn't help that there were a few hairs in and on it.

"EHEHEEHEEE! WAHAHAHAHHAHAAIT!" He squeaked, curling up. Looking like a doll and an angel.

Sometimes you had to wonder if tickle spots are hereditary. Clara shared many of the same tickle spots, you'd noticed as Michael and William tickled her sometimes to tease. And as for William? His back and feet were his death spots, as Clara had so rightfully shown you and used her long nails to really get him to scream! So you decided to test something.

Quickly and repeatedly you dragged your nails up Michael's soles, sending him into hysterics.

"WAHAHAAHAHAHAAIIT!! HAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAAA!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEEHERE!!"

Yep!! Your guess was right. Chuckling, you continue playfully tormenting your beautiful husband.

...

You ended up not coming downstairs for another half hour. When you did, most people were already drunk and didn't care if some random party goer's suit was a bit wrinkled. Sighing in relief, you follow the music with Michael, ready for your first dance of the evening.

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore: inFamous Second Son OC 18+

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Fingers hesitantly brushed over delicate lace that was currently playing peekaboo, slipping out from under a low cut tank top. It was clingy—too clingy?—and left little to the imagination. Hands move to rest on hips, a lip bite, and a sigh.

“God, you’re outdoing yourself,” Juno muttered, staring at herself in the full length mirror in her apartment. Was it too much? Probably. Did she care? No. She thought of the way he’d look at her when he came in that day for some coffee (oatmilk latte, occasionally with hazelnut) glancing down with those deep brown eyes, seeing them darken as his glance lowered and—

“Alright, you’re hot, stop worrying about this,” repeats the reflection in the mirror, serving as an impromptu pep talk. Skeptical blue eyes stare back at her, taking in the outfit for a moment more, and, with a final sigh, Juno grabs her bag and phone, and leaves for work.

The morning crawls by, regular after regular coming in, grabbing their caffeine, and leaving. She catches more than one customer glancing down as they order, drink after drink, but none of them boast a scribbled Delsin. Part of her starts to worry that maybe he isn’t coming in today, that she might have stressed over an outfit for no reason. Sure, she might have had a couple people try flirting with her, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She knew what she wanted.

And finally—finally—in he bounds, lanky form gravitating towards her and filling the space like a beam of sunlight. He practically radiated warmth, reflecting the way a heat was blossoming over Juno, prickling and pleasant. She catches his eye through the bustle of the coffee shop, notices the way he grins when she notices him, the way he slightly bounces on his heels, hands in his pockets, as if he couldn’t contain some pure energy within him.

Juno only half processes what the line of customers order, heart thudding in her chest as he moves closer with each drink fulfilled. Oh god, should she have worn something else? What if it looks stupid? What if it’s too much? Is it too obvious? Fuck, she should have asked Nora or Athena if the outfit was okay. And finally, he’s standing in front of her, strands of hair peeking from his beanie, towering over her. She can smell the campfire smoke on him, such a tantalizing scent filling her senses, and she gazes up at him, a small, innocent smile on her lips as she studies him.

“Hi Delsin,” she breathes out softly, acutely aware of the way she was leaning slightly against the counter, displaying the lacy black bralette a little more. He’s still smiling his lopsided grin, gazing down at her, and that’s when Juno catches the way he glances down, so quickly, quick enough to miss with a blink. He’s fully aware of the way she’s displaying herself, her breasts barely covered by her shirt. Fully. She sees it now, holding his gaze, subconscious lip bite as she sees his eyes darken, nostrils flare slightly as he inhales a little deeper. Almost daring him to take another look. And he does. Oh, she’s got him good.

“Your usual? Or…do you want to try something different today?”

Oh, he was definitely staring now. Juno could only imagine what was running through his head as he remained silent, mouth opening slightly and closing back up as he thought of his next words. Thoughts ran through Juno of her legs wrapped around him as his mouth roughly explored her neck, hands gripping her thighs as he held her up against the wall, a trail of bite marks that she’d only vaguely try to hide, or the way he’d kiss the soft skin around the edges of that lace, teasing underneath as his hands ran up under her shirt. The way he’d react when he eventually found her piercings, small hands running through his hair, or-or his hands grasping her head, the sounds of him gasping, her mouth finally around—

“Whatever you want to give me, I’m sure I’ll like it.”

The words rip Juno out of her fantasy, returning to Delsin staring down at her, eyes burning. She felt so small, so vulnerable. So incredibly turned on. The way he drank the sight of her in, the expression on his face, it betrayed to her the unspoken thought running through his head: you know exactly what you’re doing to me in that outfit. And she did, the lust was written plainly in his eyes. Part of her expected, wanted him to lean over that counter and kiss her, pull her into him, carry her into the back room and fuck her. She didn’t even care anymore if the other patrons heard, she just knew that she needed him. They’d spent so long exchanging flirtatious quips, and now she needed more, oh so much more. But an impatient and exasperated clearing of a throat dragged Juno away from that thought, nails gripping the entire way to remain there in that moment. Two irritated eyes poked out from behind Delsin, glaring and scoffing, an impatient foot tapping, arms crossed defiantly.

“Hey, before you two fuck right here, can I at least get my coffee?”

Crimson barely began to describe the shade of Juno’s face, she couldn’t meet the customer’s stare. Stammering out a reply and an apology as Delsin stepped to the side, looking a little too smug, Juno returned to her job, rushing to catch up on the line. Chuckling to himself, Delsin moved to wait for his drink by the pick up counter, a slight blush gracing his face. He watched the girl work, hands flying as she made drink after drink, a rainbow latte here, a cappuccino there, and eventually handed off a flock of drinks waiting to be picked up. Delsin sorted through to find his, one hand in his pocket, the other on his drink as he stared at the cup, grin slowly growing. On the cup, next to his name, was a heart, a phone number, and a message: tonight, your place or mine?