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Demigod MC Series: Dionysus

Hey y’all, sorry for going dark! I’m alright, almost completely recovered in fact! I just got so sleepy while my body was fighting stuff off and couldn’t really work up the energy to write... Still going to be spotty for a short time, but I’m glad to have gotten this done. See ya soon!

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus

Lucifer

Well, this mortal stumbled out of the portal covered in glitter, body paint, and carrying a red solo cup… which they proceeded to stare at like, "'ell sshhit… Thiz iz sum stron s'uff…"

First impressions were not on their side here.

He spent a depressingly long amount of time more or less assuming that the MC was a drunken f-up and spent the first few months trying to make them more… presentable.

But like… How do you stop someone from acting like a drunk fool when they can turn any drink they touch alcoholic???

For months they would show up to meetings buzzed or stumbling, all smiles and all giggles but HORRIBLY unprofessional, and he just couldn't stand it!

But then he found out their little secret…

Assassination threats befall the exchange students all the time. Most of them are dealt with quickly but some (through skill or dumb luck) manage to slip through...

He had been walking with the MC through their new vineyard in the House's courtyard, yet again trying to lecture them about their drunken behavior, when suddenly the two were ambushed!

Ten or so heavily armored demons dropped down from the sky to attack them! Lucifer was so preoccupied that he got cornered by three of them and it took him a hot minute to destroy them.

When he looked back at the mortal (who had been fighting a 1-on-7) he was certain they'd have been kidnapped or worse…

But he saw that they had already cut down two attackers with their weapon with ease. The other five were rolling in the dirt, babbling about inexplicable terrors and imaginary pain as their minds succumbed to madness…

Meanwhile, the MC just stood in the middle of it all with the icy glare of someone who’s just revealed how stone-cold sober they've always been under the surface...

When they turned back to him, they put their usual ditzy smile back on over the tormented wails of the demons around them...

MC: Whoopsie… Gotta little mad there. 🙂

He uh… took a big ol'step off their back after that. Surprisingly, they're more pleasant (and less dangerous) "drunk" than they are sober…

Mammon

Oh HELL yeah!! Lucifer actually gave him a mortal that knows how to party!!

Admittedly, they looked like utter trash when they first met, like, "Hey, I've been at this party since DAWN" trash, but they gave him one good look and pulled together a surprisingly hot smile.

MC: "-ey yer cute… Ya like strip poker?"

Spoken like someone else who also makes shit decisions… They were going to get along just fine!

And they did. The MC to him was that one friend that's always down for anything. Just anything. Whenever. Wherever.

He wants to try sneaking into Lucifer's room to steal stuff? Sure, what time?

He wants to take a mattress and see if he can ride it down the grand staircase of the palace? Alright, we bringin' pillows too?

He needs to set up another scheme that's gotta involve live rats and box of tiny hats and monocles?? That's oddly specific but count them in!!

Sometimes he honestly can't tell if they're laid back or just crave chaos... but it works out fine for him either way so who cares? 🤷‍♀️

And if you think normal Mammon is a pain in the ass for Lucifer? Check out drunk Mammon. All the same urges but literally none of the (marginal) competence!!

At one point, the eldest ended up stringing both Mammon and the MC from the ceiling after they both barged into his office looking for Goldie… while he was still in there… watching them wander around aimlessly calling out for a piece of plastic like it was a missing puppy…

They end up together on the ceiling a lot come to think of it, but hey, at least now he has some company. 😌

Leviathan

Thinks they're the most normal normie to have ever normed on this normie planet!!!

No, seriously. They're a billion times worse than Asmo!! All they want to do is go to parties and drink all the time! What kind of use is he to someone like that??

… That being said they ARE pretty fun to be around… And their sake is WAY better than anything he could get off Akuzon!!

They also like karaoke too! So at least he has someone else to go with (even if they get so drunk they can’t remember any lyrics and just belt barely coherent discount Mariah Carey vocals behind him...)

Of course, the real fun between these two is everybody else getting to watch a couple of the Devildom's sloppiest drunks attempt to communicate with each other…

Levi: MMM-*hic*-MCCC…!!! *throws himself at them from across the bar*

MC: What Leviachan??? 😨 Did the chair kick you off?!

Levi: Nooo! *pokes their cheek* I wanna-I wanna tell you sometin'...! *tries pulling them closer*

MC: Whaa? Secrets?? *leans in eagerly*

Levi: Mammon used all ma money on’a pyramid scheme a thou-zand years ago… AND HE STILL WON'T PAY ME BAAA-!!! 😭😭 *starts shaking them violently*

MC: *getting flung around like a limp noodle* Waaaat?! Nooo!!! I'm so sowwy!! 😢

Mammon: *watching it all go down right next to him* 😑 Ya guys need some water… I'm cuttin' ya off, got it?

MC: 😱 Shut yer whore mouth, criminal!! *starts pelting him with pretzel bites*

Levi: 😤 Yah!! *joins in*

Good thing he's a shut-in, because the hangovers he gets after those escapades are unreal…

Satan

A little concerned for their liver, honestly… How much damage have they already done to the poor thing...?

But at the same time, he'll be damned if they don't make some utterly fantastic wine!

Alcokinesis wasn't a power he would have pegged a demigod to have but apparently the great art of making drinks comes from their godly DNA.

When they first met, he was trying to get the MC to act less slovenly but made the mistake of agreeing to a wager: he'd let them dress however they pleased if they could give him the BEST drink he'd ever tasted.

Now, Satan isn't a huge drinker (thank you terrible alcohol tolerance), but he's still a man of fine tastes. Plus, he's sampled Demonus from Diavolo royal stock before. They should not have won…

But on that day, he had to let them go to RAD in a pink blanket toga... 😑 Their wine is just THAT good.

He hates to admit it, but they've gotten him drunk more times than he could probably count too… He's not a huge fan of clubbing with them and the others, but if they bring over a bottle from their vineyard he just can't resist. They're a master of their craft, truly.

And it's a good thing he likes their drinks so much, because if they called him, "Kitty-boy," when he's sober, he may have just become a sour grape himself…

They also may or may not have copious amounts of blackmail material of him either meowing between sentences, sobbing over some fictional character he likes, pole dancing on dares….

Yeah, he's been trying to destroy their phone for months now. If Lucifer were to see ANY of that, he's done for… 😣

He has also been meaning to ask them about other aspects of their abilities, their father is also the God of Madness after all, but anytime he tries to bring it up they shove another glass in his hand and tell him not to kill the mood...

Eh. What's the harm in having another drink, right? 🤷‍♀️

Asmodeus 

Honey. He's MET Dionysus. He's been to a Dio-party or two and they're INSANE. He could not be more thrilled by this!!!

He practically scooped them up on the first night that they were in the House and it’s practically been a nonstop rave between these two ever since. They’re like the party twin he never knew he needed!!

He absolutely abuses their ability to turn pretty much any drink they touch into alcohol at clubs. It makes the nights so much easier on the wallet PLUS it makes an excellent little party trick to impress the succubi! Who doesn’t want a free drink? 😏

And can he just say that their drinks are better? Just flat out amazing! If it weren’t so unhealthy he’d consider drinking nothing but their booze and wine for the rest of his days, Satan’s certainly getting close to it.

But little does Satan know, he’s not even getting the GOOD stuff...

There’s the normal wine: grapes picked from the vineyard, hand squeezed, then magically helped through the fermenting process. But their real good stuff? They were given enchanted oak barrels from their father and anything that comes out of those is worth starting a WAR over. 😩

He knows, because he gifted an extra bottle to Diavolo once and Barbs came to him the very next day demanding to know what vineyard had produced it with the look of man willing to annex a small nation...

Asmo had to beg Lucifer to talk to Diavolo after the butler more or less kidnapped the MC back to the Castle… Devil knows even Barbs wouldn’t ever be able to reproduce their wine, so they could have been locked there for eternity!!

Thankfully, he got his party-buddy back and their debauchery continued! (Just now with Barbatos following them around sometimes like he’s trying to gather state secrets... It’s an impossible task but he hasn’t given up yet, bless his black heart.)

Beelzebub

He isn't much bothered by their carefree nature, at least they seem to be having fun with his family which he appreciates. 🙂

To be honest, though, he nearly ate them when they first met because they smell like freshly peeled grapes… and for good reason.

By their third day at the House they had (somehow) planted and cultivated a full on vineyard in the courtyard. Hell, the wall growing to their bedroom balcony was covered in grapevines!! Always ripe and completely healthy in defiance of the lack of sun... Whatever magic they used was strong.

And, of course, their grapes were also delicious! Easily among the best fruits he's ever tasted! Every cluster is ridiculously plump, juicy, and sweet like little droplets of pure Heaven… 🤤

When their fruit first ripened, the MC came out with a basket to collect some only to find Beel had gouged himself on over half of their crop!!!

… which may have been why he got snared up on one of the courtyard walls by pissed off grapevines... Even with all his strength, he couldn't break through them and had to wait for Lucifer to cut him down… 😔 

From then on, Beel was pretty much the pesky rabbit to the MC's harvest. They had to set up traps and magical barriers to keep him from their precious grapes…!! Which inevitably meant one of his brothers had to come rescue him from their furious vines at least once a week... 🙄

SOMETIMES, the MC will bring him along to help harvest with them with the deal that he can have an extra basket for however many he helps them pick. But the second he takes a bite he shouldn't, it’s back on the wall!

Out of the vineyard, they're nice enough. But put some grapes between these two and they're mortal enemies… STOP messing with their plants, Beel!! 😤

Belphegor 

So… this drunken fool is supposed to get him out of the attic? Never mind, this is never going to work…

He was SEVERELY underwhelmed when the "human" finally made it up the steps. This was who they decided to bring for their exchange program? They seemed like they could barely stand!

Naturally, he figured all the better for him. They probably wouldn't even last that long! 

Some poor, incompetent human falling victim to a demon out there? Diavolo's reputation would in tatters and he wouldn't even have to lift a finger! (His favorite way of doing things really 😌).

But… they just kept coming back? Like. Nothing was killing them….! How guarded were they keeping this moron?? 

Or… maybe it was something else?

Sure, the MC seemed like a drunken idiot but there were times when he'd swear that they were just… too aware to be sloshed…

MC: *suddenly stops smiling at him mid-conversation and looks him in the eye* You tilt your head when you lie. You know that?

How can someone so cheerful ALSO be so unnerving…?

So really, he should have seen their sudden heel-turn after they opened the door coming. There he was, fully intending to take them by surprise and choke them after a hug…

...and they knocked him down, climbed onto his back like a spider monkey, and rode him around like a bucking bull using his horns like handlebars!!

It wouldn’t have been AS humiliating if they didn’t also keep shouting things like "Giddiyap!" And "Yee-haw!!"

It took him a whole month to be sure that any and all footage of that nightmare was erased and he STILL hates the MC quite a bit for it…. But he's too scared to attack them now, so…

The lesson here? It's not a fair fight when one side’s crazy... 😔😒

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Engiespy Week (2022) Day 4 - "Angst Day/Opening Up"

Also available on Ao3 here

CW: Blood (Not graphic)

This is sort of a prequel to Day 3 with previously mentioned events taking place here.

Dorian sunk to the bottom of the tank, drawing full, nourishing breaths for the first time in hours. Blue blood billowed through the water, rising like smoke from his wounds, attempting in vain to hide his weary form from his tormentor. His tentacles, exhausted, abused, and dry, floated sluggishly, unable to find the energy to grasp and prod at anything at all. He curled up tightly, clutching himself for comfort, allowing the water to wash away the fresh aches and pains.

A rude, gloved finger tapped on the glass, attempting to get a reaction out of him. “Herr Spy~!” A shrill voice sung.

Through irritated, burning eyes, he mustered the courage to look through the glass, to spitefully meet the icy blue eyes obsessively watching his every move.

“What’s the matter? I didn’t go too far today, did I?” He said with insultingly artificial sympathy. “I would never do that to you.” He failed to hide the smirk on his lips.

Dorian desperately fought his instincts, as to not give Medic the pleasure of a reaction, but they overpowered him, forcing an animalistic hiss from his lips.

And oh, how the doctor mocked him for it. It stung far worse than the countless incisions in his skin. “There you are… And here I was thinking that you might be in need of another injection! How silly of me.” He giggled cruelly. “It seems that you are progressing nicely.”

Every word from his made him want to plunge a knife into Medic’s back, pop a round through his temples, strangle him and tear into his throat until he stopped laughing. A low churr sounded from his throat at the thought of warm, flavourful flesh squirming under his fangs. He licked his lips, a movement that did not go unnoticed by his captor.

“Hungry, hm? That must be why you are so grumpy…”

Yes, God, yes, food. He nodded quickly, begging for something to eat.

“Very well, but only because you have been so good for me today.” The doctor opened the laboratory’s refrigerator, pulling out a tub full of fish and meat scraps. Though it was not nearly as good as live prey, Dorian was still glad to be fed, it almost made enduring every second of Medic’s experiments worth it.

The lid of the tank opened, and as per routine, Dorian remained completely still at the bottom of the tank, like a prisoner in a cell. Even when his supper fell into the water, slowly sinking down with its delicious smells flooding his senses, he sat still until the lid closed once more. He wiped his mouth by force of habit, though no one would see him drooling. He propelled himself upward with his tentacles, hungrily snapping up every morsel, uncaring for the scales or the bones hidden within them. He ate without a shred of his usual care or dignity, opting to instead devour it all like a raging beast. Observational eyes rested on him, but as pure instinct took over, he forgot all about them for just a moment. He gobbled up every scrap, leaving nothing behind.

But even so, he was not satisfied.

Dorian slammed against the glass, his hands and tentacles outstretched towards Medic, suckers and claws alike pressed to the walls. He snarled, his teeth bared, and his pupils dilated, his appetite gnawing at his unfilled belly, demanding more.

“I’m so terribly sorry, my dear experiment, but that is all I have for you tonight.” He said with a guiltless shrug. “There will be more tomorrow, after our usual examinations, of course.” Medic snickered, flicking off all the lights. “Sleep well. You will need it!”

The door closed behind him, finally granting Spy some time alone.

He shook his head, snapping out of his trance. He shuddered, gagging at the taste of raw flesh caught between his teeth. His thoughts, once appealing and irresistible, had rotted away in his sobriety, into madness itself. He swore that such depraved, bestial thoughts were not his own, but he heard the cries for more meat, sinew, and bone in his own voice. No matter how much he tried to argue with himself and pretend that he was still human with thoughts of fine wine, lavish cuisine, tailored suits, and beautiful lovers. he was ultimately nothing more than a monster trapped within a cage. As time passed, his thoughts would decay into dreams of salt water, live prey, bare breathing skin and mindless copulation.

Dorian sunk all the way back down, wishing he could drown. But alas, cool water flowed past his gills. Normally, breathing was effortless, unnoticed, even. Now, in the shallow confines of his tank, he missed the sensation of air passing through his sinuses, flowing into his lungs and the slow rise of his chest. He closed his eyes, waiting for time to pass him by, until he was subjected to Medic’s experiments all over again.

He wasn’t sure how much time had ticked by when the door creaked open, just slightly.

Dorian snapped awake, his entire body tensing as he sharpened his vision, seeing through the dark in stark black and white. His tentacles lifted in the water, jutting outwards like spears, ready to strike. Upon seeing the small, round man approaching the tank, he relaxed in an instant, letting out a relieved purr. Only in this sterilised, gleaming hell did he realise just how much he missed Dell.

He jolted to the top of the tank, raising his head above the water, allowing himself to speak. “Dell,” He tried not to sound too excited, though his hearts were all pounding in his chest.

“Howdy, Spy. I’m sorry I couldn’t’ve come sooner… I didn’t want anyone seein’ me.”

“All is forgiven. Though it pains me to say it, I am glad to see you, labourer.”

“Come on, you don’t need to pretend not to like my visits.” Dell said, smiling a little. “I know ya do. Partially ‘cause I feed ya better than the doc, and also because you get pretty damn bored in here.”

“Despite going on about providing me with enrichment, our docteur does little of the sort.”

“I’m gonna give him a good whoopin’ for how he’s been treatin’ ya.”

“Do me a favour and use your prosthesis.” He snorted at the mental image.

Dell stood by the glass, placing a hand to it. “I reckon I will.”

Dorian couldn’t help but notice the plate in his other hand. “What do you have there?”

“I managed to talk Sniper into givin’ me some of his catch.”

“How? You don’t exactly have a silver tongue.”

“You don’t wanna know.”

He shot him a curious look. “I believe I do.”

“Naw, son, ya don’t.” He inputted the code into the lid of the tank and opened it. “Just take the fish, yeah? I cooked it just how ya like it. Forgive me if a few of your fancy bits and pieces are missin’.”

Dorian lifted himself up so that his upper half was no longer submerged. He outstretched his hands, gladly taking the plate and the accompanying cutlery. “Merci.”

He appreciated the effort that went into this, despite Engineer’s poor understanding of fine food. He had put his heart into it and used his instincts to make something decent for it, and that deserved some respect, though Spy rarely offered it. He enjoyed it, sincerely. Dry, delicious food that tasted of anything, but raw, unpalatable death was a wonderful change. He took his time, despite the insistence of the beast within that he devour it all as quickly as he could, so that no one else could steal it from him.

“I…” Engineer mustered weakly.

“Speak up.”

“I was thinkin’ about gettin’ ya out of here.”

“Out?”

“Y’know, out into the sea. It’d be a heck of a lot better than bein’ in here.”

“Don’t be absurd. I am not an animal. I do not need to be tossed into the wild to be… happy.”

“But you ain’t exactly happy in here, are ya?” He scratched at the back of his neck.

He fell silent for a moment. “Build a bigger tank if you want to see me happy.”

“Honey, that’s not the problem here and ya know it.”

“Don’t honey me. I don’t—”

“—Quit it with the self-pity already, it’s not you.”

His pupils shrunk into pinpricks. “Oh, it’s not? I would like to see how you would act if you were turned into a répugnant monster.” A snarl entered his tone, and he leant in closer, his talons extending from his fingertips.

Dell stepped back, a flash of fear crossing his features. “He’s changed you again, hasn’t he?”

Dorian’s form, once tall and defensive, shrunk into nothingness. An apology for lashing out lied on his lips, but he lacked the strength to utter it. “Late last night he gave me another one of his injections. I… I fear it has already taken effect.”

A sadness seeped into Engineer’s features. “Jesus…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t’ve brought any of this hard stuff up.”

“Non, non, it’s alright.” He desperately tried to reassure him by petting his cheek. “It is only natural to want to free me.”

“Think about it, okay? I only want to make ya happy.”

“Hush, I don’t want you to worry.” He leant down over the tank, tilting Dell’s face up to meet his. “You make me happy.” Dorian kissed him just once on the lips, not daring to linger in fear of what he might do to him by mistake.

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ABO (A) Store Owner Amajiki Tamaki x (O) Mail-Order Bride Reader Salt Water Taffy (Part Two)

Word count: 3344

Warnings: None. 

Title: ABO (A) Store Owner Amajiki Tamaki x (O) Mail-Order Bride Reader Salt Water Taffy (Part Two)

Summary: You are getting used to working with Tamaki. That doesn’t mean it isn’t hard not to pine after him. 

(Gif not mine) 

🐙-It had been two weeks since you started working with the timid Alpha. Things were going well, you had settled in quite nicely. Although, the first morning you stayed at Tamaki’s house was a bit nerve-wracking.

🐙-When Tamaki had dropped you off that night he had told he would be by in the morning to walk you to work. You had woken up early to make him a nice breakfast as a thank you for everything he has done for you.  

🐙-The kitchen was a little bare but he had rounded up a little basket containing some kitchen staples you might need from his store. You had protested but he waved it off and said it was another welcome gift. 

🐙-You now stood over an oven making pancakes and sausage links. 

🐙-The kitchen was pretty spacious. There was a small two-person table near the window on the right-hand wall. You had opened up it to let out some of the heat that the cooking was causing. The white curtains swayed with the wind. 

🐙-You pulled out the dishware and had just placed a plate of pancakes on the table when something jumped up at the window. It gave you such a fright that you knocked over a glass trying to get away from the sudden intruder. 

🐙-A small chirp escaped your chest. 

🐙-You didn’t know that Tamaki was just about to knock on the front door when he heard a crash and your distressed chirp. He was quick to push open the door and rush into the house. He found your shocked frame looking at the glass scattered around the floor. 

🐙-He took notice to your bare feet straight away. 

🐙-“Don’t move, Omega. I’ll come to you.” He softly ordered, walking towards you. 

🐙-Once he had gotten close enough he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up. You were shocked by his actions. You were also shocked that he could carry you so effortlessly. 

🐙-He might have not looked like it but the years of hauling crates food of paint cans and canned goods had done his body some good. 

🐙-He sat you down on a nearby wood counter before going over to the pantry and getting out the broom and dustpan. 

🐙-“Thank you, Tamaki.  I’m sorry I broke one of your glasses, Tamaki. I’ll be sure to replace it.” You apologized, saddened at the thought of him being mad at you. 

🐙-“It’s fine. I am sure I won’t even miss it. Is everything okay? I heard you chirp before I came in.” He looked over his shoulder while he swept up the glittering mess. 

🐙-“Something jumped at the window.” Your eyes shot to the opened window. The white curtains and prevented you from getting a good look at the intruder.  

🐙-A pink tongue and icy blue eyes greeted you. A smiling dog was leaning on the window sill holding his nose out like he was waiting for something. His coat had so many different colors you didn’t even know what breed of dog he was. 

🐙-Tamaki shook his head at the dog.

🐙-“I should have warned you about him. He is one of the neighbor’s dogs. His name is Charles but we call him Charlie since he was a puppy and it stuck.” He tossed the glass broken away before going over to the sausage plate and snagging one. 

🐙-Charlie let out a small woof at the action, eager to get it into his mouth. His tongue bouncing with every pant. 

🐙-“My mom used to give him a little bacon or sausage when he came by, he must have expected you to do the same. The house has been  vacant for a while so I figured he would stop coming.” He tossed the sausage out the window making the dog chase after it. 

🐙-“He seems nice. I was just surprised.” You jumped down from the counter and made your way over to the table. 

🐙-“You should see him around town a lot. Everyone loves him. He comes by the shop sometimes.” He smiled at the way your hair caught the sunlight, he couldn’t believe you looked so beautiful first thing in the morning.  

🐙-“I’ll make sure to give him something when he comes by. I probably gave him more of a fright then he did me.” You said, pouring some coffee into a cup for him. You moved the plate of pancakes in his direction. 

🐙-“I made pancakes for both of us.” You were slightly disappointed that you didn’t get to surprise him. 

🐙-He eyed the delicious-looking food on the table. He usually only had a cup of coffee in the morning, maybe two pieces of toast if he was really hungry. The steaming plate in front of him looked mouthwatering. 

🐙-His Alpha purred at your sweet gesture. 

🐙-“Thank you, Y/N.” He shot you a small smile before digging in. 

***

🐙-You had been working at the store for a few days now. You enjoyed chatting with everyone that came by. You knew the news about why you traveled here had gotten around town. You where afraid people would judge you but you received a warm welcome from all the townspeople. 

🐙-Today was the first time you were here when they restocked the shelves. Two young looking Alphas were coming in and out carrying crates of pickled goods and such. 

🐙-You would give them a friendly smile when they would walk by the front counter. 

🐙-The bell jingled when someone walked in, you looked to the door and saw a nicely dressed man enter the store. He had two-toned hair and different colored eyes. You were certain you had never seen him come in before. 

🐙-He eyed at the shelves with a perplexed look on his face. 

🐙-You leaned over the counter to gain his attention. “Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?” You asked, putting a smile on your face. 

🐙-His face was fairly blank but you could see the relief in his grey and blue eyes. He walked over to the counter in a hurry. He leaned forward like he was going to tell you a secret. 

🐙-“I was wondering if I could buy a ribbon?” He whispered, looking around like someone would be eavesdropping. 

🐙-You quirked a brow, confused about why he was being so secretive. 

🐙-“You mean a hair ribbon?” You questioned, looking him up and down. 

🐙-There was no ring on his finger and no mating bite on his neck. 

🐙-“Yes, it for an... acquaintance of mine.” He said, his eyes softening a bit. 

🐙-You could tell this acquaintance might be a little more than he let one. Your Omega was a sucker for romance and love so it didn’t take much to walk out from behind the counter and lead him to the back where you kept the ribbons. 

🐙-Each ribbon color and pattern were wrapped up on different wooden rolls. You would cut each piece to the desired length. You didn’t find yourself to be one for hair ribbons and hats but the lilac and indigo rolls did catch your eye now that you were looking at them. 

🐙-“We have a number of different colors and patterns. What do you think your acquaintance would like?” You asked, peering up at him. 

🐙-His bewildered look was back. 

🐙-“Umm. I think she mentioned gray and turquoise.” He said, struggling to go through his memories for an answer. He had to hold himself back from dwelling on her pretty face. 

🐙- You tried not to giggle when you realized he just stated his two eye colors. It seems this Omega was just enthralled with him as he was her. Your heart warmed for them. 

🐙-“Well, we have a lovely white daisy and turquoise ribbon. We also have a charcoal grey with a leaf pattern. Would those do?” You hummed, pulling each ribbon out and showing them to him. 

🐙-He trusted your opinion more than his and simply nodded hastily. He didn’t want anyone to see him back here. He was well respected around town and he wanted to keep it that way. 

🐙-What would his lumberjacks think if they found out he was buying ribbons for an Omega? He blanched at the thought. They wouldn’t respect him as a boss anymore. 

🐙-“Pardon me for saying but I believe you should get one more. A girl can never have too many ribbons.” You said, waving your hand at the selection once more. 

🐙-He bit his lip and nodded, not caring about how much he would be spending. 

🐙-“Any suggestions?” He inquired, looking at the ribbons. 

🐙-You observed him for a second before pulling a ribbon off the roll. 

🐙-“How about this lovely crimson ribbon with a rose pattern?” You said, offering it to him.

🐙-It was the same color as one side of his hair so you knew his Omega would be pleased by it. 

🐙-“That will do.” He nodded, looking towards the entrance again in case someone walked in. 

🐙-“Great! I’ll ring you up.” You smiled, cutting each ribbon before leading him back towards the counter. 

***

🐙-“That Omega working the front desk sure is a looker. I heard she was gonna marry the town drunk.” A young man’s voice said.

🐙-“If she had her sights set on Sora, I wouldn’t mind taking her out on a few courting dates. Do you think she would let me under her skirt?” Another boy joked, lifting up a crate of pickled goods. 

🐙-Both boys were outside the shop in the back, unloading all of their goods the store had purchased from their farm. They were completely clueless that the store owner was standing behind the slightly opened back door. 

🐙-He had been wanting to help out the boys with the boxes since he was sweet like that. Now there was nothing sweet about him. His Alpha was clawing at him to rough up the young boys. 

🐙-They were saying such vulgar things about his sweet Omega. No, not his Omega, his coworker.  

🐙-He pushed his Alpha down and shoved the door open with a little extra force. Both boys stopped what they were doing and looked his way. They had grown up with the timid Alpha and had never seen such aggression on his face before. 

🐙-“You know I have been offered a better price for pickled good from the next town over. I had been considering taking their offer and drawing up a contract.” He said, ice in his tone. 

🐙-“No! Don’t do that! Our daddy would have us work for the coal mines if it weren’t for you and your store.” The older of the boys stuttered, panic lacing his words. 

🐙-“Please, Sir! Our family relies on this contract with you.” The younger boy nearly cried he didn’t want to work in the dark, cold mines.

🐙-He wanted to let the boys suffer for a little while.  

🐙-“Maybe you’re right. My parents and yours are good friends it would be a shame if we stopped doing business. I’ll let them know I will consider it and to leave the option open if things come up in the future.” He warned, his eyes sharp as steel. 

🐙-Both boys nearly dropped to the floor in relief. 

🐙-“I want everything unpacked and stocked in twenty minutes’ time or else my mind might change again.” Tamaki threatened, before walking back into his store trying to act like his Alpha wasn’t clawing at him to turn back around and sock one of the boys. 

***

🐙-You had just waved goodbye to the stoic man when Tamaki came to the front. Your Omega immediately took notice in his scent. His scent usually reminded you of the smell of the outside after it rains. 

🐙-Now it had a slightly smoky scent like someone forgot to put out their campfire and the rain did it for them. 

🐙-“Is something wrong, Tamaki?” You asked, letting your Omega scent the room to calm him a little. 

🐙-“It’s nothing, Y/N. One of the boys dropped a crate and broke a few bottles. I’ll just take it out of their cut.” He said, his tone still a little cold. 

🐙- You don’t remember hearing anything drop.

🐙-Something must have happened to get him this riled, but if he didn’t want to talk about it then you weren’t gonna force him. You didn’t like that his scent was muddled. You needed to take his mind off of whatever it was. 

🐙-You knew just the thing. 

🐙-“Can I have your opinion on something, Tamaki?” You coaxed, walking out from behind the counter. 

🐙-“Y-yeah, sure.” He replied, still getting flustered anytime you would walk by him and your scent would flood his nose. 

🐙-You smelled so sweet. Like a cold strawberry on a summer day. He found himself putting strawberry jam on his toast in the mornings. Just a little something that reminded him of you.  

🐙-He follows you to the back of the store where the ribbon and hair accessories are. He instantly felt panicked. He has never seen you wear any hair accessories before. 

🐙-What was with the sudden interest? Did you have a courting date he didn’t know about? Even though he was a stereotypical protective Alpha a few minutes ago his Alpha couldn’t find it in him to growl and snarl at the idea. 

🐙-If you wanted to see another Alpha then he would accept that. Even if his Alpha and he were both whimpering at the thought. He still sometimes got mistaken for a Beta so he could understand if you wanted someone worthy of the title Alpha. 

🐙-You probably wouldn’t want to live in his empty parent’s house forever. You had come to this town looking to be bonded. It wouldn’t be surprising if you still had your heart open for suitors. 

🐙-This town was still growing but there seemed to be more Alphas than Omegas around. He nearly shuddered at all the free available Alphas in town. 

🐙-“Which color do you think I get? I like this soft lilac color but this deep indigo one is so pretty.” You hummed, softly caressing both of them. 

🐙-Your bright eyes looked up at him, he felt his heart stutter in his chest. 

🐙-What he wouldn’t give to wake up in the morning and have those sweet orbs be the first things he sees. 

🐙-“Umm, why the sudden interest in ribbons?” He questions, trying not to show you how nervous he was of your response. 

🐙-“A man came in today and bought a few. I never really paid attention to them before but these two colors caught my eye. Plus since I’m the first person people see when they come into the store it wouldn’t hurt to have a nice ribbon in my hair every once in a while.” You informed, still looking down at the soft ribbons.

🐙-You weren’t gonna admit that they reminded you of him. The indigo one matched his hair color perfectly. 

🐙-He was nearly jumping in joy at your answer. His Alpha was panting in relief. You just wanted to seem more presentable for the shop. He would have told you he wouldn’t mind you dressed in a potato sack while greeting his custom’s but he held his tongue.  

🐙-“O-oh. If that is your intention then I’ll give them to you for free.” He said, grabbing the cloth scissors and cutting said ribbons before you could reject. 

🐙-“Tamaki! You can’t just keep giving me stuff for free! You have to make a profit.” You huffed, putting your hands on your hips. 

🐙-Refusing the ribbons when he offered them. 

🐙-“My shop isn’t gonna fall apart because I gave you one too many taffy's and a couple of ribbons.” He reassured, letting a small smile grace his face, while his heart pumped nervously in his chest. 

🐙-He felt like he was giving you a courting gift for some reason. Maybe it was because he never really gifted anything to an Omega before. The ribbons wouldn’t count as a courting gift, he didn’t make them. 

🐙-He had to admit he was disappointed they weren’t handmade. Heaven knows he would want nothing more than to court you. 

🐙-It wouldn’t be right though. Not only was he not a stereotypical Alpha but most importantly he was your boss. He didn’t want you to think he only hired you so he could court you. While he enjoyed your sweet scent and calming aura his main intention when hiring you was to help out a person in need.  

🐙-“Still...” You hesitated, your eyes starting at the indigo ribbon in his hand. 

🐙-His scent was probably rubbing off on them right now. If you accepted them then it meant you would get to take a little of his scent home with you. You Omega was nearly clawing at you to take them. She wanted them in her nest. 

🐙-“How about half off?” You peered up at him, his eyes widening just a little when your sweet eyes meet his. 

🐙-You knew he was stubborn when it came to giving you what he deemed necessary. He has slipped you one too many taffy's while you would work the front counter. 

🐙-You can’t say you Omega wasn’t jumping in joy every time he would slide the sweet treats your way. You had become particularly fond of the currant flavor but also chewed on the cherry one every now and then. 

🐙-He couldn’t say no to those sweet eyes. 

🐙-“Fine, half off.” He agreed, adoring the way you bounced on your feet in triumph. 

🐙-You quickly took the ribbons from him, your Omega wanting to feel their soft texture against her fingers again. 

🐙-The mood was broken when a clinking sound was heard. One of the boys had come inside to stock the shelves. He was clever enough not to look in their way. He could faintly see the boy’s hand shaking while putting up a jar. 

🐙-“How about we take a break? The Tanaka boys are still unloading so they will be here to watch the store. What do you say we go down to my friend’s bakery and try some of his sweets?” He said, covering your body with his has he began to lead you out of the store. 

🐙-“What? Now? Are you sure we can just leave?” You wondered, confused at his offer. 

🐙-“It will only be a short break. Just enough time to eat a piece of cake and come back.” He convinced, gently pushing you out the door. 

🐙-His Alpha was snarling at him. He didn’t want those boys anywhere near you. The thought of their nasty words made his blood boil again. It didn’t help that they were Alphas too. 

🐙-“Cake?” You repeated, your hesitation evaporating in an instant. 

🐙-“Cake and other things. Tai isn’t shy when serving his costumers, especially his friends.” He said, his hand hovering over your back while walking down the street. 

🐙-“Wait, I didn’t get to put up my ribbons.” You realized, still holding them in your hands. 

🐙-Your dress didn’t have any pockets, you had planned to store them behind the counter until you could take them home when the shop closed. Tamaki had begun to walk you home after he finished locking up.

🐙-Tamaki took them from you and rolled them up before sliding them into his front pocket. 

🐙-“Remind me to give them to you when I drop you off at home today.” He said, giving you a shy smile before walking on. 

🐙-He was already thinking of ordering a strawberry shortcake for the two of you. 

🐙-Your Omega swooned, not only was she getting cake but her ribbons were gonna be dowsed in his scent when it came time to collect them. 

🐙-Today was a good day. 

Finally a second part for Tamaki! I have been promising it forever and I am glad it is seeing the light of day. What are your thoughts? Will Tamaki finally get the guts to court her?  Who was Shoto buying the ribbons for? Another possible addition to the western AU?  

We will see. I hoped you enjoyed reading. Please reblog and leave a like. Both really motivate me to continue writing. 

[whenimaunicorn]

Playing House - Part 6

The madness continues as the Reader wakes up Sunday morning, ready to figure out how to find balance in the new facts of her love life!

Catch up: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 (you can also find the whole thing on ao3)

Words: 4974 and most of them explicit

Would it really be like Ivar said? Now that the thrall game is in full effect, will these boys really be giving it to you at all hours of the day? A montage of images flash through your mind: you’re sweeping the floor until Ubbe drags you to the couch. You’ve just gotten back up on shaky legs when Ivar appears, handcuffs dangling from his finger. Ubbe soothing your wrists later while slipping himself inside one more time. The chores keep getting done, barely, but your clothes are never fully on anymore.

Just thinking about it, the warmth between your legs makes you shift positions. How can you be this wet again already? In the past two days, you’ve gotten more action than you’d had in . . . well . . . longer than you want to say. Your pussy shouldn’t be throbbing with need like this. It’s not neglected at all. You should be overwhelmed, really, given everything that’s happened. Instead, here you are, like a sailor on shore leave, horny as fuck at nine in the morning just dreaming of which of these two Lothbroks is going to put their hands on you next.

You’ve always been the first one up in the morning, at least on weekends. Especially since you’ve got brunch with your family today. You slipped out from under Ivar’s arm when your alarm went off, not wanting to disturb him by hitting the snooze. Your morning routine starts with a cup of coffee on the couch while you finish waking up. You’ve got your knees curled up under a blanket, phone in hand, although you’re mostly just daydreaming. You’ve probably already sat here just a little bit too long. You’re trying to make yourself get up and get ready for the day when Ubbe lumbers into the room.

“Morning, beautiful.” Sporting an adorable bedhead and a sleepy grin when he sees you curled up against the arm of the couch, Ubbe makes himself right at home under the other end of your blanket. You’re about to move your legs and give him room, but he spoons himself around your hip and stops your retreat with a strong hand on your thigh. “Is that coffee?” He wraps his fingers around the mug in your hand.

“There’s more in the pot.”

“But this is right here.” He takes a long sip from your mug, with your fingers trapped underneath his. Icy blue eyes sparkle at you from behind the rim. He makes a satisfied sound when he releases it.

You huff and pull it away from him. Ivar is hard to talk back to; you feel more of an urge for it with Ubbe. “This one’s mine, get your own!”

Ubbe just smiles and scoots in closer. “Fine by me. I like a different kind of pick-me-up in the morning, anyway.” He drops his head and nuzzles into your neck, his close-cropped beard tickling pleasantly as he mouths over your skin.

Oh. His body scoops even closer around the back of yours, his hands running up and down your pajama-clad form. You set the coffee cup down.

This may have started out with a lazy Sunday vibe, but Ubbe’s stroking hands find their way quite quickly underneath your clothing. With one hand scooping around your breast and the other diving between your thighs, he his not wasting time this morning. When you part your legs his finger slides so, so easily through your swollen folds. You’re so wet it’s almost embarrassing. “You needed me, didn’t you,” he murmurs in your ear. “You’ve got a pussy that always wants to be filled.”

He plunges in, finding his way so fast and slick that he immediately switches to two fingers, pressing as deep as he can before pulling out more slowly, teasing at your g-spot while you writhe back against him.

There’s mischief in his eyes when you look up. He’s still in control of himself, while you are devolving into a panting mess already. He stares down at you while his fingers piston and you squirm underneath him.

“How much trouble would you be in if he came out right now.”

Your eyes roll over to the dim hallway. As far as you know, Ivar’s not awake yet.

Ubbe twists his fingers, hitting you deeper, more deliciously. “Hm?”

“I—I don’t know,” you gasp, closing your eyes and focusing on cumming before you have to find out.

“Think he’d mark you up again?” Something in Ubbe’s voice makes you look up; his gaze is heated, blazing with that icy fire only his pale eyes can get. “I like thinking about that. More welts in your perfect skin because of me.”

“You want to put some there yourself?” You can barely believe you said it, but you’re just dying to know how kinky Ubbe can really get.

His fingers slow. His other hand curls into your hair. “How much time before you have to go to that brunch?”

“Shit.”

His chuckle is deep and rich. “Is being late an option?”

Disappointment loosens the coil that’s been winding up at your center. “Not really.”

His heavenly fingers retreat. Your pussy is still as needy as ever. “Then you’d better get that sweet ass up. We keep going right now, I’m gonna make your legs stop working.” He gives your butt a lazy, dismissive slap. “But I’m coming for this thing as soon as you get back. I hope you don’t have any plans the rest of the day.”

* * *

You fumble the keys a little on your way back into the apartment. Ubbe’s more than likely to follow through on his promise, and you’ve got the distinct feeling of entering a predator’s lair now, rather than your own apartment. The only thing that might stop him would be if Ivar were also in there, but then he’d probably be the one taking you back to his room to do something even more intense. It’s enough to soak a girl’s panties before anyone’s even touched her.

Everything looks normal when you open the door. No one in sight. You laugh at yourself a little for the apprehension. What, did you think that Ubbe was waiting in the living room to pounce on you? You set your purse down and grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

“Is that you, Y/N?” Ubbe calls from his bedroom.

“Yeah, hey.”

“Hey,” he says back, matching your casual tone. “Bring me a beer when you get a chance?”

You grab two. The first room down the hallway is Ivar’s. A little thrill creeps up the back of your neck as you pass his open door, but he doesn’t seem to be inside. While you love the ways he’s been claiming you, it’s equally exciting to think that he won’t be stopping you from going to Ubbe this time. On a sudden impulse, you duck into your own room before making it all the way to the last door. From the look of the flickering lights reflecting through the Ubbe’s doorway, he’s playing a video game in there. You decide there’s no rush to join him, and maybe you want to be wearing something a little sexier when you do.

You’ve got this red bra with a matching thong. Satin, with lacy edgings. Not really something you’d want to wear all day, but perfect to slip into now, when there’s basically a 99.9% possibility that they’re going to be peeled off your body within a few minutes. You consider strutting into Ubbe’s room wearing nothing but that, see what kind of cartoon wolf face he makes, but ultimately decide that you’re not going to make this so easy on him. You’ll go in casual, in your regular t-shirt and shorts, and let him make the first move.

When you open your door, Ubbe’s already looming in his, one arm up against the doorframe like he was prepared to be waiting a long time for you. His eyes are wolfish indeed, even without any lingerie to look at. He reaches out one hand. “That mine?”

You’re still carrying two beers. You hand him one, and he brings it to his lips without moving from the doorway.

He looks you up and down. “I thought you were changing in there.”

You shift your weight. “I did.”

“Isn’t that what you were wearing when you left?”

You just nod.

His eyes flick down your body again. He steps forward, reaches his hand up to your shoulder. You stay still, watching his face as he hooks one finger in your collar and pulls the shirt to the side until he can see the bright red, lacy strap hiding underneath. He smiles. “Alright, Little Red.”

You cock an eyebrow. “What does that make you, the Big Bad Wolf?”

Ubbe’s smile is dark. “Oh, Ubbe. What a big dick you have.”

You suppress a giggle. Definitely can’t argue with that. You look back down the hallway. “Ivar’s not here?”

He shakes his head. “Shopping. Said he’d be gone for a while.”

“Oh.”

Ubbe angles his body a little further into the room. “Wanna come in?”

“What happens if I do?”

His smile is dark and full of promises. “I’ll show you what I can do when I actually have room to work.”

The assault you had been expecting earlier comes just about as soon as you set foot across his threshold. You get a brief glimpse of rumpled bed, soda cans stacked around a glowing monitor on a racing game’s menu screen, and clothes littering the floor before Ubbe grasps you by the back of the neck, slams the door shut behind you, and presses your back into it.

“What is it about you,” he murmurs between kisses. “Last night was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.” His teeth scrape against the bottom of your jaw. “And yet here I am, still as fucking hot for you as if I hadn’t been laid in months.”

He’s tugging your shirt off already. Your heart is racing like crazy; you let him take the bottle out of your hands, lift your arms, and give into it. So much for making him work for anything.

A guttural sound comes out of his throat when he sees the way your tits are served up in red lace. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you up against the wall.

You squeeze your legs around him tight as he hitches you up high enough to balance that way for a while. He buries his face in your chest. Lips drag across skin and lace, sloppy and wild. He shifts the angle of his hips and something hard is digging right into the center of your needy pussy. It might just be his belt buckle but whatever it is feels fucking good. You buck your hips against it, clutching at the back of his neck, scraping your fingers through his close-cropped hair.

With another rich, low groan, Ubbe pulls you tight against him and rotates away from the wall, carrying you several steps to his bed before throwing you down. He’s definitely intent on showing off. His knees press between your legs as you recline back and envelop yourself in the scent of his sheets.

One arm flexing quickly behind his head snaps his t-shirt off, revealing the broad chest he works so hard on at the gym. A light dusting of hair adds interest to his chiseled pecs. The action has pulled a fringe of his perpetually messy, dirty blonde hair down toward his eyes as he takes a half a second just to gaze at you on your back beneath him in his bed. His smile is proud and hungry, and then he drops down to cover you.

Not that the car sex wasn’t hot. Or the wild makeout sesh up against the brick wall outside that party. But there’s really nothing better than being able to stretch out and entwine your limbs like this, to feel the weight of his body on top of yours as he embraces you in devouring need.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket with a text message notification. Your first thought is Ivar, and you wriggle under Ubbe to get it out before you’ve even fully made the decision to do so. You break your lips away from his face just far enough to check out the screen.

It’s a message from Lauren. I can’t believe you haven’t called me yet. Ubbe?! You owe me the tea!

Your lips quirk in a quick smile.

“Who’s that,” Ubbe asks.

“Just my friend Lauren.” Pushing the button to turn the screen off, you twist up to set the phone on the nightstand.

“From last night?”

“Yeah. She wants to know what happened after I went home with you.”

Ubbe smirks. “Not going to be able to explain that in a text message.”

“No.”

“Well,” he says, running one hand up your thigh, heading for the waistband of your shorts, “since you haven’t released any reviews on me yet, how about I give you a little bit more to talk about.” He slides down your body, taking your shorts down with him.

You take a deep breath as he strips your legs bare and settles in between them. His fingers curl around the straps of the red thong, his breath hot against your lower belly as he teases the top of your panty line.

“Can’t do this in a car,” he murmurs, and rubs his nose along the crease of your thigh, nudging your legs wider apart for him. His fingers dance along the satin, tracing over your mound and following the strip of fabric as it narrows down and down between your thighs. “You put this on just for me?”

“Uh-huh,” you moan as he loops a finger under the side strap and snaps it.

“Did you soak the first pair through just thinking about what I was going to do to you when you got home?”

You say yes, of course you do.

Ubbe’s fingertip sneaks under the elastic hem right at your center, dragging moisture up from your core and around your swollen clit. “Now where did I leave off this morning…?”

“Two fingers in,” you recall helpfully.

Ubbe obliges. You weren’t quite as wet as you thought, but the friction feels good, the slight forcing of his way erotic as you give yourself over to this beast for the fourth time in . . . fuck, less than 24 hours. How is it that you still don’t feel like you’ve had enough? He drags in and out slowly, then uses his other hand to pull the fabric of the panties as far to the side as they’ll go. His warm breath hits your exposed clit as he repositions his body, then his lips close over you and everything is hot and slick and entirely his.

Ubbe clearly loves the pussy. He licks you broad and firm and thoroughly, and when you look down his eyes are closed like he’s savoring his favorite meal. Two fingers are still inside you and he works them in perfect tandem with his tongue. His pace is unhurried, somehow exuding a confidence that’s tightening the coil inside you faster than if he had actually been trying to get you off quickly. He makes happy little sounds as he eats you, and pushes his fingers in deeper.

You clutch at his hair, your legs twitching and writhing oddly as you try and control the uncontrollable. His tongue settles into a steady rhythm, batting across your clit in time with the curling of his fingers from the inside.

“Ubbe,” you wail, voice tight with the coming storm.

“Already?” he laughs, but his fingers don’t miss a beat. “I love it, princess, don’t hold back. I’m gonna make you cum so many times that you can’t think straight anymore.”

Then he latches back onto your clit and sends you spiraling up to the heavens. You can actually feel your body clenching and pulsing around his fingers as you come wailing through clenched teeth. His rhythm slows to gentle rocking as your consciousness floats back down, but he never entirely stops. Dreamy, you chase aftershock after aftershock, fucking yourself softly over his hand, until you realize you’re actually revving up to come a second time.

This seems to be his plan. “You close enough to cum again now,” he lifts his head from your clit to ask softly, “or do I have time to get in there first?”

Fuck. The very idea of Ubbe’s big dick pressing in between your still-shuddering walls is almost enough to make you blow again right now, but you manage to breathe out a quick “give it to me” as you try to hold on for him.

He climbs up the bed to the nightstand, fishing for a condom. You scoot yourself up a little higher too, getting comfy against the pillows and slipping off the twisted thong with shaky limbs. He tears the wrapper with his teeth and smooths the rubber down over his bobbing erection.

Your phone starts to ring. Ivar’s face appears on the glowing screen, and you both just stare at it for a moment.

Ubbe reaches out.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes are sparkling as he scoops up your phone. “If Ivar needs something, you should answer him.” He drags his thumb across the green icon to accept the call.

You suppress an outraged gasp as the naked, condomed Ubbe kneels between your legs while reaching up to press the phone against your ear. “H-hey Ivar.” You hold it up with both hands and do your best to sound completely normal.

“I was thinking of picking up Thai food on my way home,” Ivar says without preamble. Ubbe wraps one big hand under each of your thighs, spreading you wider. “Do you want me to get something for you?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say, realizing too late that you’d probably have to talk less if you had said no.

Ubbe’s got one hand on his dick, and you watch almost in horror as he lines that thing up to slide into your soaked and throbbing pussy right the fuck now.

No way in hell you’re stopping him, though. Walking the line like this is turning you on as much as him.

“Whaaat do you want me to get you?” Ivar asks, dragging out the first syllable in unspoken query about your prolonged silence.

You desperately try and remember the name of any dish they might serve at a Thai restaurant as you feel Ubbe’s blunt head prodding against your entrance. “Pad—pad see… the one with the thin little noodles.”

“Pad Wun Sen,” Ivar corrects you, right as Ubbe presses on home.

It wouldn’t be so difficult to sound normal if Ubbe just weren’t so damned thick. The stretch of him all at once takes the breath out of you, so as you try to answer Ivar in the affirmative you end up sounding way too much like a porn actress with the high-pitched “yeah!” that squeals out of your lungs. You fake a cough to cover it, also an unconvincing sound as Ubbe grinds his hips tightly against yours, and try again. “Yeah, that’s the one.” He slides out slowly. The thick, dark, self-satisfied grin spreading across his face is making Ubbe Lothbrok look like evil incarnate above you as he shoves himself back in with a second merciless thrust. At least you kept your mouth closed for that one, only trying to speak once he’s sunken in to the hilt. “I never seem to remember that name.” The deep, aching stretch of him makes it so hard not to moan, but you think your voice sounds more normal that time.

“What are you doing right now, pet?” You wish you could see Ivar’s face, because he sounds like he’s laughing at you while trying to pretend that he’s not.

“Um, nothing. I just slipped a little.”

Ubbe slips himself out of you, chuckling silently.

“Slipped how?”

You try to close your legs before he can slam into you again, but Ubbe catches your knee and you can’t quite lock him out. “I’m, uh,” you grunt at the struggle, “just mopping the floor.”

“Ah. Yes. You must have found something absolutely filthy, I can hear how hard you’re working. Did you get a little bit too wet?”

You don’t fight Ubbe very hard, but it’s fun to make him pry your legs apart before he can sink himself in again. Besides, feeling the strength of his arms is turning you on, and you’ll take any excuse to get it a little rough. “Yeah, think so.” Ubbe’s cock proves unescapable, jamming back into you again before you can think of anything more clever to say back to Ivar. With that many puns, he has to know exactly what’s going on. And teasing you mercilessly. But if you drop the façade, does it count as Ivar “catching you?” You’d better play it safe and keep pretending, no matter how poor a job you’re doing of it.

“Meat?” Ivar says.

“What?” You feel like you’re really starting to lose the battle as Ubbe pulls your legs up around his hips and starts fucking you deep, with a steady, sensuous rhythm.

“What’s your choice of meat.”

“Oh, uh, chicken.” Each one of those breathy words was punctuated by a thrust that fills you achingly to the brim.

“Alright.” Is that rich, thick amusement you’re hearing in Ivar’s voice? You hold your breath and try to listen. “Anything else? Maybe something for Ubbe?”

You meet those icy blue eyes, helplessly torn between your need to get this conversation over with, and the submissive desire to make sure your man isn’t left without any dinner. What would a good little thrall do? “Hey Ubbe,” you say, trying to make it sound like you’re talking to someone across the room and not inches away from your face. “Want something from the Thai restaurant?”

Ubbe shakes his head, grinning before he bites his lip and thrusts into you deeper.

“Nope,” you chirp to Ivar. You think about the heavenly treatment your pussy got so recently and add: “He already ate.” You feel yourself clench around him as another wave of arousal hits you at the memory.

“Ah,” Ivar says. “Enjoy the rest of your cleaning, then. Make sure you do it nice and deep, for me. And I expect you to be finished by the time I return. I’m ordering now, and I’ll be home with hot food as soon as it’s ready.”

Ubbe’s stuffing you so good you want to screech through your teeth, but you manage to keep your voice sounding human enough to end the call. “Thanks!”

You turn off the phone and resist the urge to throw it across the room. You let yourself have one long, loud, lusty groan to blow off the tension, then you start slapping at Ubbe with both hands. “Bastard! What the fuck was that?”

His cock slides out of you in the struggle, but he catches your arms quickly enough, grinning down into your face. “Super fucking hot, is what it was.”

You just might happen to agree, but you still want to fight. You shove him away from you, getting up onto your knees for more leverage to slap at him some more.

Ubbe detects the playfulness in your aggression and meets it with a growl and a grappler’s grip on your upper arms. You wiggle and struggle and even pretend to bite him until he’s had enough. Suddenly he’s got you flipped around on your stomach, face pressing into the mattress as he climbs onto your back. “Biting me? You think you can get away with that?” His jaws close over the fleshy part of your shoulder.

It’s a love bite, really, not anything meant to hurt, but the savage edge to his voice really sold it and you squirm in excitement underneath him.

“Like that, do you? Dirty girl.” He keeps you held down with one hand in the center of your back and slides down to close his teeth over your flank. Much harder this time. “You’re too fucking wild.” He growls like a beast when you try to squirm away. “Oh no I’m not done with you.” His lips travel to the swell of your ass, where he bites down so hard that you squeal.

When he releases his jaws you almost get away from him. He has to swing most of his body back over yours to ride you back down to the mattress.

He nips at your ear in a primal signal to stay still. “You want it rough, I can give you rough.” You feel his erection against the back of your thigh, waiting, and you realize that was actually a consent question.

“Fuck, yeah,” you say eagerly. “If you think you can claim me, then claim me.”

He prods at you from behind; it’s a little hard to find his mark when you’re not making it easy for him. With a swipe of his knee he opens your legs wider, and then fuck, he pushes right in. It feels impossibly deep from this angle, like he’s about to come out through your bellybutton. You were joking about the claiming thing, it just seemed to fit the animalistic vibe, but it sure is a hot fucking thought as he slams into your helpless, immobilized hips.

You can’t do much besides arch your back and take it. Every thrust has him grinding against your g-spot from this angle; heat builds quickly behind it until you’re keening, wild sounds that fill the room.

The filthy words keep spilling out between Ubbe’s gritted teeth. “Take it – you fucking glorious – ah – so fucking good – take it just like that.” He takes a fistful of hair to pull your face up from the mattress. “I wanna see, how you –”

There’s probably more coming out of his mouth but you can’t hear it anymore as another orgasm rips through your body, the pressure on your g-spot hitting just right at the new angle that Ubbe forced into your back.

Once you’re conscious of anything besides the roaring pleasure inside your own body, Ubbe’s not capable of words anymore. He’s fucking into you hard and fast and with a long, guttural groan that has to mean he’s coming too. His pace sputters, then he buries himself to the hilt and just stays there, holding his breath for a bliss-filled moment. He exhales with everything he has left and then collapses on top of you.

You make a happy little sound. You don’t mind his weight. It’s cozy, and somehow flattering to feel so thoroughly and freely used for his comfort. He shifts just enough to wrap an arm around your shoulder, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck. He doesn’t move again until he’s caught his breath.

When he finally pulls his softening cock out of you, he sighs a little at his own sensitivity. He rolls back on his hip to strip the condom off and flings it across his room. “Wow,” he says, voice light and giddy. “That was—wow.” He settles back down beside you, making sure you’re facing him. “Um, was all that ok?”

You smile. “What do you mean?”

His eyebrows go up. “That got pretty wild by the end there. I hope I didn’t, like, hurt you.”

Stroking your fingers down the side of his face, you try not to look like you’re laughing at him. Boy really is a total newbie to kinks like yours. Although he certainly seems to share them. “I’m fine. Loved every minute of it. If it wasn’t working for me, really, I’d have stopped you.”

His brows furrow down, listening carefully.

“I’ll say ‘red light’ if I ever need you to stop what you’re doing.”

Ubbe nods.

“But I love it rough like that. That was hot as hell.” You rub your palm over the places where he bit you. The one on your ass is still sensitive.

“It was, wasn’t it.” Ubbe looks like a kid who’s discovered a new candy store has opened right on his street. “Fuck. I just like . . . you seemed like you were into it and I just went for it. It was just . . .” he closes his eyes, trailing off with an adorable crease between his brows as he remembers some tantalizing detail. “You like it like that all the time?”

You nod, shyly, but a nervous laugh slips out too. “I mean, I’d probably get sore after a while but, yeah. Fuckin’ throw me around.” Your eyes trail down to his chest, unable to be quite this honest under full eye contact. “Chase me, push me, pull me… I like to be forced to submit.”

An entirely pleased sound rumbles in his throat. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He pulls you in close, tucking your head under his chin. “You’re not like any of the girls I’ve known,” he sighs.

You kind of want to say maybe you’ve been dating the wrong girls. But then the uncomfortable topic of dating would be hanging between the two of you, and you don’t want to talk about that until things are more clear with Ivar. He’s the one you always saw yourself getting serious with. Ubbe’s just, well, fun. Although he’s been surprising you lately. Like right now. You know you can’t stay long, you have to be dressed and out of this bed before Ivar gets home as per his instructions, but for just a few more minutes, you snuggle deeper into Ubbe’s arms.

A/N: I know Ubbe’s been getting a lot of spotlight lately, but Ivar’s back with a vengeance next!!! Read On

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[kurokoros]

fever | dabi

Rated: M

Words: 4.2K

Pairing: dabi x fem!reader

Summary: What should be a normal closing shift at the bar ends as anything but when Dabi decides to tease you.

Requested by @southsidewrites

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, anal play, begging, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk, edging, double penetration, mild choking, orgasm delay, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

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The brush of hot fingertips against the back of your thigh has you freezing in place, a barely audible gasp lodging in your throat. At the minor distraction, the glass you were washing slips from your hands, landing in the soapy water filling the sink. Dabi’s chest presses against your back, his lips finding the back of your neck. Slowly, his fingers creep higher on your thigh, flirting with the hem of your tight skirt. Your breathing hitches as he smiles against you, teeth nipping at your flushed skin.

“Dabi.” His name comes out breathless, and you swallow down a whimper, trying to lean away from his wandering hands, but he has you firmly trapped between him and the counter. Not that you’re really trying to get away.

He’s been teasing you all night, the bastard. Whispering filthy things in your ear as you helped Kurogiri behind the bar, telling you exactly what he planned to do to you tonight. The cheeky gropes and swats at your ass throughout the night kept you on edge, his fingers sneaking beneath your skirt whenever he was sure no one was looking. It’s been driving you mad.

The cold metal of his staples slide against your skin as his lips wander down the side of your neck. When you shiver at the icy sensation, he chuckles. Heat blazes across your back as he warms his hands, rubbing slow, teasing circles into your thighs. “What’s wrong, babydoll?” he asks. His lips find a sensitive spot beneath your jaw that has your eyes fluttering shut, and you barely have enough sense to shut off the sink. His grin only grows as you take up a white-knuckled grip on the counter.

You exhale shakily as his hips roll against your ass, his cock already half-hard and hot against you. One of his hands slides around to your front, slipping between your thighs before you can even think to stop him. A high-pitched, needy sound slips past your lips as two of his fingers drag over the crotch of your panties and prod at your clit roughly.

A hum vibrates against the side of your throat as he continues to rub tight circles over your sensitive nerves. “You’re so fucking wet for me already,” he tells you, smugness just dripping from his tongue. A breathy mew escapes you as he ruts against your ass. “What a dirty little girl.”

Huffing, you try not to shudder as his teeth bite down on your neck, nipping and sucking in a way that you just know is going to leave a bruise in the morning. “You’re such an—” A moan cuts you off as two of his fingers slip beneath your underwear and thrust into your dripping slit. “Oh, god,” you choke out as his fingers curl, easily finding that special spot that practically has you sobbing.

You shouldn’t be letting him do this here, in the bar where any member of the League could catch you, but your weak protests die on your lips as his thumb rolls over your clit. Whimpering, your head drops back against his shoulder, your hips rocking forward against the fingers picking up a steady rhythm between your legs. A slick, lewd sound accompanies each thrust, and you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good.

Dabi nudges your chin, tilting your head to expose more of your soft skin to his wandering mouth. The hand groping your ass travels up your skirt, hiking the fabric upwards until your cheeks are exposed. A particularly hard thrust of his fingers has you keening, your hips jerking, and Dabi groans as your ass rubs against his covered cock. “It turn you on knowing one of those bastards could walk down here and see me fucking you over the bar?” he asks, voice rough and dangerously low. “See how wet that pretty little pussy gets for me?” 

White, hot arousal coils tight in your stomach, Dabi’s voice only feeding the liquid fire shooting through your veins. Your walls clench around his fingers at his question, your breath catching in your throat. His thumb won’t stop rolling over your clit like that, and your thighs are already starting to shake.

When you don’t answer fast enough, Dabi’s grip on you shifts, and his hand slaps your bare ass cheek. “Answer me, doll.”

The sharp sting makes you gasp, and your hips buck forward against the fingers playing with your pussy. Your thighs clench around his hand. “Shit, Dabi, yes.”

Heat flares in his hand as his calloused palm rubs against the reddening skin of your ass, soothing you. “Good,” he murmurs, tilting his chin to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. “That’s a good girl.” Dark arousal flickers in those piercing blue eyes of his as he rubs his fingers against a spot that has you gasping.

Your back arches into him. Each touch sends little shocks of electricity coursing through you, and the knot in your stomach winds tighter as your arms and legs start to shake. Dabi’s hips pinning yours against the bar are the only thing holding you up, and the wicked look in his eyes means he knows it too—means he knows just how easily he can make you come apart with only his hands.

Prying one hand from the counter, you reach back to grab a fistfull of his hair, pulling on the inky strands harsher than you mean to as his thumb starts to rub harsh circles over your puffy clit. He groans against the side of your neck. The grip he has on your ass grows tighter, bruising, and you pant his name as his fingers slam against that sweet spot inside you.

Another pitiful whine of his name slips out before you bite down on your lip to silence the needy sounds. Your attempts to stay quiet only amuse the man pressed up against your back. Dabi’s fingers twist inside you, stroking against your tight walls deliciously. Sweat beads along your hairline as your hips rock forward, matching the pace of him fucking you with his hand.

“You wanna come, baby?” he asks, thumb stroking your clit. A devilish smile forms on the lips pressed against your neck, and your breath catches as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap, the pleasure too much. “Too fucking bad.”

Dabi’s fingers pull out of you with a slick, wet sound, and you whine as your orgasm fades as quickly as it was there.

“Asshole,” you pant, the ache between your legs stronger than before. Dabi is quick to grip your thigh, keeping you from rubbing them together for some kind of friction.

He chuckles. “You like it.” Warm, wet fingers drag across your damn panties, and you squeal when he gives your clit a harsh pinch. Your hand falls from his hair back to the counter top, and Dabi takes a step back. “Fuck, look at you,” he says, eyes on the curve of your ass. Dabi pulls your skirt higher until it’s bunched around your waist. A sharp exhale hisses through his teeth as Dabi freezes behind you.

Suddenly, you’re being grabbed from behind and yanked away from the sink. Your legs almost buckle beneath you as he shoves you forward, and you’re hyper-aware of his hands on you as he pushes you facedown against the nearest surface. The counter digs into your hips and your legs burn from the stretch of being forced onto your toes, but the stinging pain only makes you moan.

A low command of “don’t move” is breathed against your ear before Dabi leans back again. Your breath catches at the tone, and your fingers scrape against the bartop.

Dabi’s palm drags against your ass cheek, groping at the soft flesh before slapping you again. The quiet whimper that escapes you is smothered by the wood beneath you. Heart in your throat, you’re practically holding your breath as he stands over you silently. The wait is excruciating. With your clit throbbing and your ass stinging where he hit you.

When Dabi laughs again, there’s not a trace of humor in his voice. “Fuck,” he murmurs, “you’ve got such a perfect little ass.” He squeezes your cheek, eyeing the smooth skin that spills between his fingers. “So fucking pretty.” He spanks you again, and you moan, the twinge of pain hitting you right between the legs. One long finger slips beneath the edge of your panties and pulls, and the slick sound the damp fabric makes as it pulls away from your dripping pussy has you blushing despite yourself.

The soaked cloth drops to the floor around your ankles.

You cry out suddenly as his fingers wrap around the base of the plug in your ass, giving it a little tug. Dabi only hums as you whine, pulling the plug out just enough for you to feel the stretch of the thickest part all over again. It’s blunt, tapered at the end, with enough weight to it that you could feel it all night as you worked. It’s newer and bigger than anything you’ve tried before, and the stretch has a shiver of delight curling up your spine. 

When he dared you to wear it through your shift today, it was a challenge you couldn’t pass up. You knew it would drive him just as crazy as it did you, knowing there was a plug stretching out your cute little ass, knowing that anyone could find out if you weren’t careful. It was a thrill your entire shift, but you weren’t expecting him to jump you as soon as everyone was gone. Not that you’re complaining.

Dabi teases you with the plug, pushing it in a little only to drag it back out, and you’re choking on moans before you realize it. Your toes are curling, your legs shaking, and all you can do is cry out his name as his other hand reaches around to rub against your clit again.

There’s a grating, smug tone to his voice when he says, “You better be quiet, baby.” Dabi’s covered cock grinds against the back of your thigh. “Everyone’s gonna know what a naughty little slut you are if you keep moaning like that.” A pleased hum escapes him as you clench around the plug stuffing your tight hole.

He lets go of the plug and ruts against you, driving it deeper into your ass.

“Fuck, Dabi,” you whimper, head dropping to the countertop as you shiver.

His hands press against the counter on either side of your hips, caging you in like before. “You like that plug stretching out your tight hole?” Dabi leans down so that his mouth is against your ear, his breath hot and his words teasing. “I’m gonna have so much fun playing with your slutty little ass while I make you whine around my cock. And you’re gonna beg for it, too.”

Your stomach flips at his words, arousal licking up your spine, and Dabi nips at the back of your neck. You look small beneath him, and his cock twitches just thinking about fucking you with that plug still in your ass. And he will. But not yet.

Roughly, Dabi shoves two fingers back into your dripping pussy. Your back arches with a squeal, and your legs automatically widen for him as Dabi shoves his thigh between both of yours, keeping you spread open for him as he fucks you with his hand again. You aren’t given a moment to breathe as his skilled fingers move inside of you, leaving you painfully turned on and desperate. Dabi’s fingers curl, long and thick digits stretching you out beautifully.

It’s too hot. Sweat slides down your back. Dabi’s free hand grips your hip as his hips rock against yours. Dirty words keep falling from his lips; your head is spinning. With his fingers thrusting into you like this, it won’t be long until he has you cumming for him.

“You like that?” he teases you, curling his fingers against the top of your walls. You’re so tight and wet inside, and you clench down on his fingers and the toy in your ass as his thumb rolls over your clit in lazy circles. It’s just enough to have you on edge, your face contorting with pleasure. “Gonna cum for me like a good little slut?” His fingers move faster inside you, fucking you harder.

A choked moan is your only response.

The coil is wound tight in your stomach. A familiar heat licks through you as your hands scramble for anything to hold onto. Your hips roll back against his desperately as your thighs quiver around his hand. The hand on your hip slides around to play with the toy still filling you, and Dabi laughs darkly as your muscles clench down around him. 

Dabi pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you almost sob. He’s quick to grab your legs, holding you in place as you go boneless beneath him, chest heaving. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure dulls into an ache again.

Groaning, you turn just enough to glare at him over your shoulder. “Fuck you,” you spit at him.

The bastard just gives you a crooked grin. Wet fingertips drag against your inner thigh. “Not yet.” Dabi’s hands leave you just long enough for him to shrug off his coat and yank his baggy shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. The shirt you’re wearing slides up your stomach until Dabi has it bunched above your breasts. His hand is hot when it slips beneath the flimsy cup to grab you, rolling and pinching your nipple.

You’ve barely come down from the edge he put you on before his fingers are sliding inside of you again. Immediately, your walls clench around his digits like he might disappear again, but this time Dabi doesn’t move. Instead, he nips at the side of your neck and lets your pussy throb expectantly around him.

“Please,” you breathe out as his fingers curl teasingly. His fingers are sticky with your fluids as they pull out and rub against your clit instead.

Dabi runs his hands along the curves of your ass, spreading you from behind to get another good look at the plug stretching you out. Humming to himself, he gives your ass a sharp slap before soothing the skin with a gentle rub. “Please what?” And then, quieter so you almost don’t hear, “Fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty on my cock.” The statement is punctuated by a slow grind of his hips against yours. The plug is pressed deeper inside you, making you moan quietly.

“Dabi,” you whine, knowing he likes it when you get vocal. Each gasp and coo has him rutting against you a little harder. It has you aching for him, just on that painfully thin edge of pleasure before it tips, right where he wants you.

He pinches your nipple harshly. “Tell me what I wanna hear, baby. We can do this all night.”

You wiggle back against him, but he has you pinned in place. “Fuck me,” you demand.

This time he pinches your clit, and you nearly cum with a scream. “That doesn’t sound like begging.”

Huffing, you glare at him as best you can. He might have you ass up and bent over a bar, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you cave so easily. “Fuck you,” you snap at him again, but there’s no real fire in your voice and your words are offset by the moan he pulls from you a second later.

“Dabi!” You gasp as his thumb rolls over your clit agonizingly slow. If he keeps teasing you like this, you’re going to wake up the whole damn bar. And right now, your need to get fucked by the asshole behind you is a hell of a lot louder than your pride. “Dabi, shit, please. Fuck, I need you,” you tell him, giving him what he wants. 

You can practically hear the smile in his voice. “That’s a good girl.” The smooth sound of metal on metal makes your breath catch, and you freeze beneath him as Dabi unbuckles his belt. The clasp clanks as he lets it fall loose, and a shiver of anticipation rips through you. 

He grunts as he shoves down his pants and underwear, allowing his painfully hard cock to finally bob free. Stroking himself slowly, Dabi eyes you, taking in the sight of you all spread open and dripping for him, begging for his cock.

Hands grab you hips and pull you backwards, your hips meeting his with a muffled slap, and you can’t help but moan when his cock slips between your thighs. The curved head drags through your slit to massage your clit, and you whimper as the cold metal ball of a piercing rubs against your sensitive button. Dabi grinds against you slowly, jostling the plug in your ass, and you bite your lip to keep from crying out.

“Dabi,” you say, his name the only thing you can think.

He lets go of your breast in favor of grabbing your hips again, his grip tight enough to bruise. A low groan slips from him as his thick cock presses against your pussy. He shoves inside of you easily you’re so wet, and you almost cum from that alone. It’s like a shot of pure ecstasy after how he’s been teasing you, and your inner walls clench around him tight enough to have you both gasping. The feeling of fullness just borders on too much. With the plug stuffing you from behind, his cock is a deliciously tight fit, and you can feel each piercing lining his shaft rub against you as he rocks his hips.

“So fucking tight,” he groans behind you, long and low, and you can feel it rumble through you.

You’re barely given a second to adjust before he starts fucking you roughly. There’s nothing gentle about the way he drags against your walls only to shove back inside almost painfully fast. And his cock is perfect inside of you, hard and hot and thick enough to rub against your sweet spot with every thrust. The wet sound of his cock filling you has you moaning, and each roll of your hips against his manages to jostle the plug inside you. You’re shaking beneath him as he fucks you from behind, unable to do anything but stand there as pleasure wraps around you like a vice. All of his earlier teasing has you so close already.

Behind you, Dabi shifts, dragging your hips from the counter just enough to get his arm around you again. Two fingers rub against your swollen clit roughly, this time intent on getting you off.

Pleasure rips through you like electricity. Your hips jerk against his wildly; your limbs tremble with the effort of holding yourself up. The sensations are too much. Dabi fucks you through it, slamming into you harder as your pussy clamps down on his cock with each rough thrust. A broken version of his name falls from your lips as the piercing through the head of his cock brushes against your sweet spot.

Calloused fingers roll over your clit in tight, fast circles. You nearly scream as they begin to heat up, the temperature of his hands rising until the coil in your gut snaps. Your muscles clench around him tighter as your orgasm hits. It rips straight through you, white-hot and fast, and you whimper pathetically as your toes curl and your pussy spasms around his cock.

He’s still thrusting against you even as you go boneless beneath him. His fingers don’t stop swirling over your clit, and as the pleasure starts to ebb away the stimulation becomes almost painful. Whimpering, you squirm beneath him, trying to shift away from his hand, but you have nowhere to go.

“Dabi,” you gasp as he moves even faster. Each rough thrust jostles the plug, and you clench around it weakly. “Oh god, Dabi!” you cry out. Your back arches off the counter and this time you do sob, squirming beneath him as he pinches and rolls your clit between his fingers. Unable to breathe, you pry one hand from the counter and make a weak grab for the arm he has locked between your thighs.

Hot air puffs against the back of your neck as Dabi huffs a laugh. “I thought you wanted to cum, babydoll,” he teases you.

“I can’t—” you try to protest, but choke on another quiet moan, tears in your eyes.

He lets go of your hip and you yelp as he yanks you back by your hair until you’re upright, his chest pressed flush against your sweaty back. “Yes, you can,” he tells you, low and dangerous.  His teeth press against your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he can bite down and leave another mark on your skin for everyone to see. Once your hands fist around the edge of the bar, Dabi releases you, grabbing your breast again and squeezing. The fingers toying with your clit finally disappear, and your head lolls back against his shoulder as he mouths at your neck. “Look at you taking my cock like a good little slut.” 

The praise hits you between the legs.

“Dabi,” you call out shakily. The knot in your stomach is coming back full force, each slap of his hips against your ass feeding the growing heat between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he snaps, almost growling against your neck. “I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum again.” 

His cock pulls from you with a filthy, wet sound, leaving you achingly empty inside. Dabi doesn’t leave you for long though. The hands that grasp your hips jerk you around to face him, and his hands grab your thighs and yank you off the ground. Your bare ass slaps against the counter, and you moan as the new angle forces the plug deeper into your tight ass. Dabi drags you to the edge of the counter, and your legs wrap around his waist as his cock slips back inside you, resuming his brutal pace from earlier.

Your eyes flutter shut as his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just hard enough for you to feel it. The restriction of air and the feeling of his fingers around your throat are enough to have mewling and grinding your hips against his. It’s intoxicating, having him fucking you like this, and you know you’re going to cum again if his cock keeps rubbing against you like that.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat, doll,” he groans. His grip tightens around your neck. Your hands are in his hair, grabbing his shoulder, searching for anything to hold onto as you pant his name.

With a squeal, your legs tighten around him as those clever fingers sneak back between your thighs and find your clit again, desperate to make you cum again before he spills himself deep inside you. And you clench down on him beautifully. You’re nothing but a shivering mess against his front as the coil winds tight and snaps for a second time. It’s enough to knock the breath out of you, and dark spots float across your vision as you cum on his cock for the second time tonight.

Dabi is close behind you. The grip he has on your throat tightens further, and the combination of his own prolonged orgasm and your hot and wet walls squeezing around him like a tight fist has his shoving his cock inside you as deep as he can get. He moans your name, and your pussy throbs as he cums inside you. Hot, thick fluid fills you up. Some of it drips down your thighs as he continues to rock against you for a moment longer.

The hand around your throat lets you go, moving to cradle your cheek as Dabi leans down to press a surprisingly soft kiss to your waiting lips. “That’s it,” he whispers against you. “That’s a good girl. You did such a good job.” You sigh against his mouth, thighs still quivering around him as his cock shifts inside you, softening, and his piercings rub against your over sensitive walls unintentionally. Dabi quiets you with another kiss, and your entire body feels loose and warm as he wraps himself around you, nothing but gentle with you now.

Eventually, he pulls out of you with a slick sound, and you wince as his cum starts to slide down your leg as you slide off the counter. Dabi is quick to slide your ruined panties back up your shaking legs, fixing your skirt as you watch, too exhausted to move. And then his lips are pressed against your temple, his hands stroking your back as he nuzzles against you.

“Come on, babydoll,” he murmurs against your ear. “Let's get you home and clean up.”

[tiennewrites]

Swelter (Kuroo x Fem!Reader)

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Summary: It’s hot. Like really blisteringly hot. And I’m not just talkin’ about the weather. The A/C in your apartment is broken so you and Kuroo make do.

Genre: slice of life, smut

Word Count: ~2k

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurō, Fem!Reader

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurō x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ns//fw, PWP, slight dubcon, sweaty sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Ao3 Handle: tiennewrites

Author’s Note: It hit 102°F (about 39°C) today in California so I wrote smut to cope. Hope you all enjoy!

All rights reserved. Do not repost my work.

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There was just something about mid-August summers. Outside, the streets of Tokyo were empty in the mid-afternoon heat, when the bright sun bore down at its most intense. Inside your shared apartment, Kuroo fared no better, standing in front of the open fridge flapping his loose t-shirt hoping to find some semblance of relief from the oppressive humidity.

One month into moving in together, your A/C shut down, finally succumbing to old age and overuse. You called the building manager but the old man couldn’t promise a replacement for another two weeks. You and Kuroo would just have to endure.

“You two will be fine! Young people are so resilient,” the old man laughed when your voice reached a frantic pitch.

I guess there’s no accounting for climate change, Kuroo thought ruefully, digging out a bag of frozen peas from your freezer and holding it to his neck. He wandered to your shared bedroom and peeked through the door.

There you were, splayed out in nothing but your panties and a tank top, hair tied up in a floppy bun, snoozing the hot day away. Kuroo knew you didn’t sleep well during the hot summer nights, so he let you catch a couple more hours, but it was getting late. You’d get mad at him if he let you sleep in any longer.

“Babe, wake up. It’s noon,” he tried, a gentle hand on the small of your back shaking you. You let out a whining groan and swatted his hand away turning from him. On a normal day, he would have teased you awake with soft kisses and cuddles, but the overwhelming heat was already testing his patience. How dare you leave him alone to deal with this by himself?

Kuroo took the bag of frozen peas and pressed it to your neck, the sudden chill shocking you awake, making you shriek in surprise.

“Kuroo, whyyyyyy,” you whined, swiping furiously at air while Kuroo held you at arms length, howling with laughter.

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You crouched in front of the fridge, scanning the possibilities for your very late breakfast. The thought of turning on the gas stove to cook seemed wholly unappealing, so you ended up cutting up the last mango at the bottom of the fruit drawer and throwing all the pieces into a bowl. Kuroo watched with curiosity over your shoulder as you squeezed in lime juice and topped the fruit with chili powder and salt.

You brought your bowl and a fork to the couch and began munching, savoring how the tang of lime and salt complemented the tropical sweetness of the mango. Chilled, the treat brought you some welcome reprieve from the high temperatures.

“Huh, that’s different…” he commented, eyeing the snack warily. Kuroo didn’t have much of a sweet tooth and was constantly astounded by the amount of sweet things you consumed. You snickered at the bemused expression on his face.

“It’s not bad! Try some before you judge,” you teased, holding out your fork with a piece of fruit on the end.

“Eh, no thanks,” Kuroo replied, eyeing the mango distrustfully. You pouted at the rejection, but then grinned mischievously with a realization.

“Afraid you might get spiced out?” you taunted gleefully and his face grew into an indignant scowl. He watched as you placed the mango piece between your lips, holding it there to tease him.

“Tch, whatever, gimme one,” he pouted. You smiled, mango piece still between your lips, spearing a piece in your bowl and holding it out for him. Kuroo grabbed your wrist to steady your hand, but when he leaned in for a bite, he pressed past your fork, and captured your lips, mango and all. You felt his warm tongue slip in, tasting your mouth. A moan rumbled through your throat and electricity shot straight between your legs, as he deepened the kiss even more. He bit your bottom lip as one last tease, before separating from you. You watched in a daze as he chewed the mango piece thoughtfully. You didn’t miss the way he eyed your swollen bottom lip hungrily as he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously.

“Hm, not bad,” he smirked, admiring the glazed look in your eyes. Something about the way your face and ears bloomed pink made his chest swell with warmth. Quickly, Kuroo shot his arm out to snatch the bowl of fruit out of your lap. Your indignant cries were like music to his ears as you chased him around the apartment.

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Kuroo looked up from his phone to hear the shower turn on, a grin growing on his face. When he made his way to the bedroom, he noticed your discarded panties and shirt on the floor and worked quickly to shed himself of his own clothes. When he leaned against the door of your shared bathroom, his eyes raked up your legs and backside through the glass partition as you soaped your hair.

“Hey stranger, mind if I join you?” he drawled admiring the curves of your arms and back. You turned around and smiled slyly.

“By all means, please do,” you laughed. Kuroo was too busy admiring the way the soapy water sluiced down your breasts and stomach to notice that the mirror was not fogged up and there was no steam rising from the water. The moment he stepped into the icy cold spay with you, he jumped and let out a loud curse, causing you to double over laughing.

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When you walked out of the bedroom in his t-shirt, Kuroo was lying on the bed pouting into his phone. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his shirt drag against your thigh as you climbed in next to him. You snuggled into his side, looking up to admire the sharpness of his jawline and the elegant tendons in his neck.

“Still mad at me, babe?” you smiled nuzzling your nose under his jaw. He made a noncommittal noise that you chuckled at while you nosed at his ear. His scent was stronger than usual, warmer because of the heat of the apartment. You sighed contentedly, letting the scent of musk, pine, and coffee fill your senses.

“I stink right now, babe,” he attempted, although his initial annoyance was starting to fade away with your proximity.

“You could have stayed in the shower with me,” you said, tracing absent pattens into the broad expanse of his chest, “It got lonely in there.”

When he gave you no reaction, you swung a bare leg across his hips to sit upright in his lap. You grabbed his phone out of his hand to toss it over your shoulder into the mess of sheets on your bed. Your boyfriend looked at you in mock annoyance, but you could tell a playful smirk threatened to break across his face.

Kuroo watched you, mesmerized, as you lifted his big hand and traced the callouses formed by years of weight training and volleyball. You pressed soft kisses into each finger before guiding his had down to the t-shirt covered swell of your chest. He sucked in a harsh breath as you arched your back to press your clothed breast into his open palm. His spare hand found its way to your thigh, gripping it tightly like a hot brand on your body. You kept guiding his hand south passed your abdomen to reach its final destination between your legs. When Kuroo’s fingertips felt you sans underwear dripping with eagerness, he let out a low, dizzying growl, wasting no time flipping you on your back.

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Kuroo had you naked in his arms, languidly pumping his finger in and out of your cunt, enjoying the way you clutched desperately to his chest, little gasps and whines escaping your throat. You’d already climaxed twice and you were, now, well on your way to your third.

“Tetsu… please… mmh! I don’ think I can take anymore,” you whimpered, tears beginning to form in your eyes. He looked down at your face with a sly smile, marveling at your blush and they way your skin glowed from the heat. His eyes followed a lone bead of sweat, trailing down your neck to your collarbone.“You can do it, babe. Please? For me? I love seeing you come all over my fingers,” he cooed, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. His lips found damp skin, salty yet sweet, and he hummed when your scent filled his nose. It was ambrosial, like warmed peaches with cinnamon, and it drove him absolutely feral. With a crook of his fingers, he put more pressure on your sweet spot, the magic spot that made you scream with searing gratification into his chest. A few more strategic strokes, and you were coming undone, chanting his name over and over like a prayer.

“See, babe? You came so good for me,” he murmured, pressing his forehead into yours. The sweet smile you gave him in return vanquished any coherent thought, sending all his blood straight to his cock. Kuroo shifted his weight and in a flash he was in between your legs, pressing a searing kiss into your mouth, holding your legs wide open with large, calloused hands. He took his length in hand and teased your slit up and down with the tip of his weeping cock, making you moan eagerly into his mouth when tremors crawled up your spine at the overstimulation. When your legs were shaking with need, he pressed at your entrance, causing you to throw your head back, overwhelmed by his size and heat. He knew you were already well prepped and could take him completely, but he reveled in the way sweat beaded on your skin and how your thighs glistened with the evidence of your first three orgasms. He wondered, dangerously, how long you could last for him. Kuroo pumped his hips agonizingly slow, observing the way your abdomen flexed with each motion and how you clutched at the sheets under you.

“Oh, god,” you panted, vision whiting out at his ministrations. Kuroo let a cheshire grin break out on face and pressed a big hand on your lower abdomen.

“‘Tetsurou’s’ just fine, gorgeous,” he drawled before pulling back and bottoming out completely in your cunt. The combination of Kuroo’s deep penetration and the added pressure of his hand on your abdomen had you seeing stars with every thrust. Your fourth orgasm was steadily building and you watched, head swimming in ecstasy, the way Kuroo’s toned abs moved as he pumped his cock into you. His broad, muscular shoulders and chest, shone with exertion, beads of sweat running in rivulets down his athletic arms.

“Just one more, babe, I want to feel my gorgeous girl come on my cock,” he grunted as his thrusts grew more fierce. The feverish heat between your bodies, his words, and the kiss he burned into your lips pushed you over edge. You would have screamed if it weren’t for his lips muffling you.

When Kuroo felt you spasming around his cock, his hips stuttered clumsily, his own orgasm hitting him with full force. As he released his load into your sweet body, he fell forward into your chest, breathing raggedly, head spinning from the sheer brunt of pleasure. You both breathed heavily for a moment, taking in the heat of the summer night, your subsiding pants mingling in the heavy air. Kuroo felt your fingers card into his hair, stroking gently at his head like he was a big, sweaty puppy. He looked up to see your soft smile, sated and happy, and smirked back. The heat suddenly wasn’t so unbearable.

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The Blackboard Jungle: Amarillo by Morning (Part 2)

Part 1

I think I can get all of this out by Christmas (if my Internet doesn’t take a shit like it has the last two days).  Thank you for your great feedback

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Warnings: asshole alert, more stuff coming out of the kids, fanfic smut.  All credit to the songwriters and I hope Ian Ziering is having a good time wherever he is

“Is tonight the night?” you wondered, glancing at your hair and smoothing your dress in the mirror.  You were getting ready to go out on a date tonight, possibly with your soulmate.  Someone named Ian Ziering.

No, not the actor.  He was actually a friend of yours, since you’d contacted him on Facebook, dming him a photo of your arm and asking if he had a tattoo of your name.  He sent back a picture of “Hortensia” boldly inked between his shoulder blades and the two of you commiserated for hours.

Eventually, though, love struck.  Ian invited you to be his guest at his latest “Sharknado” premiere, and you ended up seated next to a stunningly pretty actress carrying a flask in her purse, and as the two of you imbibed, she spilled the tea on everyone in Hollywood, delicious and hot and fresh.  

More than a little drunk, you asked her what her soulmate mark was, and she pulled her dress up her thigh to reveal the initials “I. A. Z.,” which made you collapse into stupefied giggles.

“Heeeeyyyy, Sia,” you slurred, snickering loud enough people turned around and stared, “heeeeyy, you gotta meet my friend.”

Ian had Facetimed you, saying that someone had reached out to him saying that he had the same name as him, although he wasn’t a member of Ian’s family.  When he realized this Ian only lived an hour from you, he immediately got in touch.

“Maybe he’s the one,” he said, hope visible in his icy blue eyes.  “Do you want me to set you up with him?”

“Sure,” you replied.  It was completely pointless to carry a torch for Jeff Isbell, his initials didn’t match up with your marking, although he was completely under your skin.  He’d bought you two cases of paste, as well as a sour cherry scone from the bakery across from the school, and because his room was next to yours, you frequently consolidated your classes, often with eye-opening results.

“Miss Teacher,” one of his students said, and you bent down to her.  “I gotta birfmark.”  She removed her shoe, then yanked her sock off and held out her right foot, proudly displaying the TAD decorating the top of it.

“Oh, you said, squatting next to her, “T. A. D.”

She drew her head back, her tiny face creasing in disgust at your horrifying ignorance.  “No, that’s Tad, Miss Teacher.  I can read, you know.”

You were immediately apologetic.  “Oh, yes, of course, um-?”

“Mari,” Jeff gently provided.

“Did you call me?” one of your pupils asked, and you looked into Tad Wilson’s huge brown eyes.

“Uh, no, honey, I didn’t,” and before you could say anything else, Mari lunged her still naked foot at him.

“I got your name on my foot,” she said.  “It’s a birfmark.  You got one?”

Tad blinked at her, then yanked up his shirt.  Over his heart was a small but intricate swallowtail butterfly.

Jeff gasped.  “It-no, it can’t be.  That’s unbelievable.”

You looked at him, his face visibly paler and his eyes enormous.  “What’s unbelievable?”

“Her name-her name is Mariposa.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.”

“That’s me,” Mari giggled, touching the butterfly and making Tad blush.  “Can I hug you?”

He pulled his shirt down and held out his arms.  “Sure.”  They pulled each other into a sweet embrace, and Jeff sat down at his desk and rubbed his hands against his face.

“That would’ve made my life easier,” he muttered.

You watched the two kids giggle and twirl each other around, your heart aching at how adorable and lucky they were, and asked, “You haven’t met your soulmate yet, Mr. Isbell?”

“No, and I probably never will.”

“Why?” you asked, curious.

He looked up at you, and his eyes were so tired, you could have cried for him.  “It’s not a picture, or initials, or even a name.  At least I don’t think it’s a name.”  He dug a palm into his left eye, then sighed.  “Uh, have you found yours?”

“No,” you said quietly.  

“What did you end up with?”

“Uh, initials.   They aren’t common.”  You looked away, feeling a lump aching in your throat.  “I-I have a date tonight, though.”

Jeff jerked his head up, then set his mouth in a thin line.  “Hey, that’s great.  Good luck.”

He’s not who I want, though, you thought, and before you could say that out loud, Tad threw Mari on the ground and ran to you.

“OW!” she howled, holding her head.  “Mr. Isbell, he hurt me!”

“Miss Teacher,” Tad gasped, holding his rear, “I need to poop!”

“Go, go!” you said, escorting him to the toilet in the back of the room.  When he shut the door, you gave the thumbs up to Jeff, who nodded, his eyes still heartbreakingly sad.

You’d agreed to meet Ian at an upscale restaurant halfway between your locations, and when you arrived at Sur La Table, he was nowhere to be found.  

“Reservation for Ziering,” you said to the hostess, and she guided you back to a private table.

After you were seated, you checked your phone to see if he’d sent you any texts saying he’d be late.  He hadn’t.

He was attractive, not as Jeff but not bad, you thought, scrolling through your very limited correspondences and sighing as you thought, Maybe this is what’s meant to be.  You took another drink of water, and another, and after three glasses of it you were ready to leave when he flopped down in front of you.

“Hey, babe,” he said, throwing you a wink and aiming finger guns at you.

“Um, hello, Ian,” you said politely, noticing a lack of apology for his lateness.  “Did you get held up at work?”

He took a long drink of water, then snapped his fingers at your server.  “I need a beer, toots, like now,” he said to her.  “Chop chop.”  He rolled his eyes. “Stupid college kids.  No, I found this new filter on Snapchat and I was really feeling it, y’know.  Sent it to a couple of my honeys.”

“Did you now?” you asked, ice creeping into your voice.

He threw his arm over the back of his chair.  “Yeah, I mean, my hair looked good today, so why waste it?”

On what? you thought irritably, as your server sat his beer down.

Ian grabbed her arm.  “I’d like the filet, well done.  You got ketchup here?” he asked, and you bit back a wince at what he planned on doing to such a nice cut of steak.  He handed the menu back to her, then snatched yours out of your hands.  “She’ll have salad, no croutons, no dressing.”

“I beg your pardon?” you snapped.

“Can”t have you porking up if you’re my soulmate. I need you to eat quick, too, hun, I gotta ‘Stop the Steal’ meeting starting in 20 minutes.  My man Trump was robbed.”

You stood up so fast, your chair nearly tipped over behind you.  “I think I’m done here,” you announced, throwing an arm in your jacket.

“Un uh, I ain’t getting stuck with the bill!” he hissed, standing up as well.  “You make all the money, you’re supposed to pay for this.”

Although it pained you to remain in his presence, you had to ask, “Ian, just what exactly was your soulmate tattoo?”  

Heart pounding and terrified you’d find your own initials, you watched him pull his shirt sleeve up and reveal a cat on his inner forearm.  “It’s pussy,” he smirked.  “I get all the snatch I want.” 

“Good luck with that,” you said, already heading towards the door.  Before you left, you stopped your server and handed her two 20 dollar bills.  “Please cancel our order.  And I’m sorry he was such a prick.”

“No shit?” Ian asked, his mouth hanging open as he held his phone.

“What an asshole,” Sia said.  “Did you hit him in the balls?”

“Now, love,” Ian said, shaking his head, “violence is never the answer.”

She shrugged, flicking her dark hair back.  “I guess you’re right.  So did you key his car?”

“No, Sia,” you sighed.  “I think I’m going to take a hot bath and try to forget today.”

“That sounds good Sis,” she replied.  “I think I’m going to flood his email with VD and ED ads.  Goodnight, honey.”

“I love this woman,” Ian said, grinning as he pecked her on the cheek.  “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Mmm, Blaze, that was incredible.”

“You were like a tornado.  I’ve never been with a woman who had so much passion.  You nearly made me pass out.”  Blaze’s eyes crinkled at the corners.  “That was like angry sex.  Are you mad at me?”

You chuckled.  “No, my handsome cowboy.  I’ll never be mad at you. I-” you wanted to tell Blaze you loved him, that you hadn’t thought about anyone but him since you first laid eyes on him at the faculty meeting rodeo.  

But Blaze was heading to Amarillo in the morning, up from your San Antone home.  He’d only be wearing everything he owned, and your heart ached to watch him leave.  It was heartbreaking that love wasn’t enough to keep the two of you together, that an unseen hand controlling the universe opted to keep the two of you apart.

He turned over, his large hand caressing your face, his greenish eyes questioning. “I what, baby?”

You threw the covers off of you and trotted over to your gun safe.  “I want to target practice.”

After lining up a row of cantaloupes and pumpkins, you neatly dispatched them one by one, thinking about jerks, feeling the bullets leaving the chamber with a scream and watching the fruit blow apart with a happy thrill.

“Well, that was terrifying,” Blaze drawled in his midwestern twang.

You opened the pistol, barrel still smoking, and said, “Little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun.”

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Donatello x Reader - Rejected

This was bound to happen at some point, both you and April were extraordinary outliers when it came to accepting he and his brothers. He just never imagined that it would hurt this much. The fact that they'd become so close worsened the blow. The fear on their face was ingrained in Donatello's mind. A haunting memento of the relationship that was no more.

Echoes from their meeting on that fateful night rang in his ears. Once he revealed himself, he knew it was over. The scream, the bitter language, and the slam of the rooftop door. Biting autumn air only brought more of an icy chill to the cold words spoken. Words shouted at him from someone he thought that he loved, and who he thought loved him back. 

The brainy turtle was a hopeless romantic to a fault. He truly believed that if he found the right person, they'd be able to look past his mutant exterior, and see the man inside. Corey proved that theory to be horribly false. Feeling betrayed by his optimism, he spiraled into a depression. Sealing himself away in his laboratory, he refused to leave. Days turned to weeks, and those weeks turned into a month. Something had to be done. 

Phone lighting up and buzzing, a shaky hand snatched up the phone from where it rested on a nearby nightstand. You were in the middle of a much needed nap, and grumbled as you tapped the screen to investigate the culprit of your rude awakening.

Leo: You need to come to the lair. Now.

You: What's the emergency, Blue?

Leo: It's Donnie. He met with Corey.

That was all the reason that you needed to fly out of your bed, and swiftly wrestle on clothing. Taking the time to gather a few supplies, you stuffed them into your backpack, and ran out the door. Gait wide, you flew out of your apartment building to the nearest manhole cover that you could find. Heart thumping overtime in your chest, it ached for Donatello. His brother didn't need to elaborate for you to know what transpired. 

Part of you was angry. Why am I just now finding out about this? I know that I've been busy lately, but they could have let me know! You thought while traveling through the sewers en route to the lair. I guess that doesn't matter at this point, I know now. Don't worry, Donnie, the cheer-up squad is on it's way!

You finally reached your destination and made a beeline for the laboratory. The door was locked, this was expected. With a gentle knock, you called to the nerdy turtle, "Donnie...let me in, we need to talk." 

There was silence for several minutes before he finally responded, "No, go away, Y/N!" the hoarseness in his voice made it blatantly obvious that he'd been crying for quite some time.

"Well, I brought a few movies and that fancy popcorn with the chocolate drizzle you like so much. I guess I'll have to just watch the movies and enjoy this delicious popcorn with Mikey instead." 

Thundering footsteps could be heard, and not but mere seconds later, the door swung open. He was a wreck, eyes red and puffy, purple mask loosely hanging from his neck. Smudges clouded the lenses of his glasses, evidence of dried tears that he hadn't bothered to wipe away.

A twinkle emerged from his dulled golden eyes, "I-is it the kettle corn with triple chocolate drizzle?" You nodded, and the edges of his mouth turned up in a half smile, "What movies did you bring?" 

"Sleepless in Seattle, and...I am just now realizing how terrible of a choice this was, but...The Shape of Water." 

With that, his smile broadened as he chuckled. "The second one...it sounds oddly cathartic." 

You motioned him to follow you into the den to begin the movie, but he remained in the doorway, mind still restless from things left unsaid. Looking up to see your expectant expression, he released a heavy sigh. And suddenly, as if a switch had been flicked, he began unloading the emotions he'd been keeping bottled up since the incident.

"I should have known better, I knew this would be the outcome! And yet, I went ahead and did it anyway! I guess that's what I get for being optimistic..." His eyes filled his tears, and he hastily wiped them away, "Look at me! I'm a mutant...a monster! What human would ever be interested in me?! I'm so incredibly foolish!" He shouted, burying his face in his hands. 

Hand balling into a fist, you couldn't help but be mad at Corey for leaving him this way. But now was not the time for anger, you needed to focus on Donnie. "Wanting love isn't foolish, and you're no monster." You said, gently removing a hand from his face, taking it in yours, and guiding him to the couch. 

Donatello glanced down at your small hand fitted comfortably in his large green one. You'd never held his hand before, but then again, you were only trying to get him from point A to point B. He tried not to read too much into it.

Meanwhile, your thoughts were a mess. The feelings that you held for him were internalized, you told yourself  that he had someone else, and it just wasn't meant to be...but with this new development, all of those feelings resurfaced, whether your were willing to acknowledge them or not.

Sitting side-by-side on the couch, the movie began. At first, there was a small amount of space between your bodies, but it was soon closed by you. When you reached for popcorn, you inched closer, instinctively fulfilling your unconscious desire to be near to him. 

Your head found it's way onto his arm, and before he knew it, your arms were linked. All the while, you were unaware of how intimate you were becoming, too engrossed in the movie to notice. He didn't know what to make of this sudden close encounter. The two of you had watched movies together with his brothers hundreds of times, but never alone together...Not like this. 

The terrapin fidgeted nervously, it's not that he didn't enjoy the physical contact, quite the contrary. He found the sudden display of affection to be much needed after what'd happened with Corey. He simply wasn't sure what to do. 

Should I reciprocate? Is this all just their way of comforting me as a friend or is this something more?

The terrapin was so preoccupied by his own thoughts that he was no longer paying attention to the movie. When an intimate scene occurred between the main character and the sea creature, he could feel your heartbeat quicken as you gripped him tighter. Suddenly, all of the puzzle pieces came together, and Donatello's eyes grew wide with realization. Meanwhile, you were too absorbed in the movie to realize how telling your actions were.

Do they...?

He quickly struck that insane notion from his mind, chalking it up to to overthinking. Moments later, soft fingers idly traced up and down his bicep. Chills ran through him as he desperately fought back the desire welling inside. Once movie ended, in the heat of the moment, his hand met your cheek and he impulsively pressed his lips to yours. It didn't take him long to snap back to reality and pull away. 

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! The movie, and the touching...I-I'm just really emotional right now...I am truly sorry." Shooting up from the couch, the purple-clad turtle began pacing back an forth. After a while, he soon fell silent, anxiously awaiting a response. 

Too stunned to move, you remained seated. Your fingertips gently touched your lips, the phantom feeling of his still lingering on them. "Donnie..." The very utterance of his own name caused him to flinch, and the pacing ceased. You beckoned for him to return and sit on the couch. Hesitantly taking your cue, he settled down and waited for the rejection, just like what happened with Corey. Instead, you threw your arms around his neck in a hug. 

"Y/N...just say it...You don't want to be with a mutant freak like me either, do you?" He choked on his own words as he fought back the renewed flood of tears. 

"Stop saying that! You're not a freak, you're amazing, and..." unable to find words, you instead grabbed onto his suspenders, and showed him. Lips reunited, he jerked in surprise for only a moment before submitting to the kiss.

"Y-Y/N...I had no idea..."

"Neither did I."

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Part 2: Believer  - Part 3 - Part 4: Lover

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Tied up in your basement. Tied up in your own fucking basement. The treatment of a a mole, of a snitch. Nothing else. Your hands hurt, felt sore with the rope tied around them, you weresure about the scars on your skin after all of this. But would there be an after all of this? You doubted.

Billy did his best, he did his best to protect the Ghosts. But every time he hesitated, rolled his eyes, refused to speak he could hear your voice, your muffled screams as you begged for them to stop. You cried all night long, you cried your eyes dry. They splashed your face with glasses of water, cold water, icy water as you gasped before opening your eyes to see Billy, right in front of you. He looked miserable, probably as miserable as you – with eyes half-closed, blood on his sweatshirt, a reddish face but still these gleaming eyes in the dark. Yet, he managed to smile, faintly as he caught your gaze.

A sweet metallic taste in your mouth reminded you that you were probably bleeding more than you thought you were. You breathed heavily as your father passed-by, avoiding your eyes, but he couldn't avoid you forever. And he knew it, because he looked at you. Somehow, behind his outraged expression you saw pain, regret, probably deception. And with a sight, he approached you, knelt in front of you and took your chin into his hand, much more delicately than he did yesterday as he pressed his thumb and index into your cheeks while Billy cried to make him stop, cried information, exposed himself. And now, you had pain in your eyes too, but more hate than pain.

“My only daughter,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb against your cheek in a cold and displeased tone hiding probably much more. “Why,” he asked, “why?” You refused to reply, looking down at your bare feet, and he began to caress your cheek with his hand. “I love you so much y/n, but I hate you so much at the same time...”

“Same here,” you coughed, you didn't intend to, but your throat was sore and dry.

“Here, drink some water,” he offered, taking a glass of water standing at the foot of your chair before putting it against your lips. And you drank, as if water was the most delicious beverage on earth.

“Thank you,” you said against your will, relieved yet angry at yourself. You couldn't stand the mixed feelings he aroused in your heart, you couldn't stand how poorly he treated people – children – and how poorly he treated Billy.

“You are still my daughter after all,” he murmured before standing up and going to talk to Billy.

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“I will kill the youngster, I will fucking kill him,” One repeated endlessly as he paced back and forth in the room in which the Ghosts held an emergency meeting. Three day, three days without hearing from Billy. All because of this stupid mission.

“I will kill him too,” Seven added, “and then I'll kill myself for even listening to him when he told me to not shoot! He made a fucking fool out of me...!”

Two only gave them a dark look, her arms crossed on her chest as she glanced at Three who was typing something on the computer. The clicks of the keyboard made the silence unbearable, maybe even more than her teammate's complaints. Only Five sat in front of a coffee, her head resting against her hand as she looked down on the papers. She was furious, she spent nights looking for some medical records of this man, studying what she found, looking at Four's records to make sure how much he could handle without any proper care... And she pinned all that on the large board in their plan room. She felt exhausted, but she wouldn't feel relief until Four was here, with them.

“Listen,” Two finally spoke up, wanting to escape the endless silence she made herself, “we know we fucked up. Four wasn't the best choice for this mission, I should have...”

“Stop this,” One interrupted her almost violently. “I told him he was the perfect man for this because he knew everything about the house, because he was somehow linked to this and... Fuck, I was the one telling to cut the ties with the living world oh my fuck.”

“If you don't stop this, I'm going to explode,” Five added, and they all looked surprised at her. “We don't need to talk, we need to act and Three and I seem to be the ones to actually take the matters into our hands,” she said and Three hummed in approval.

“Fine, I'm looking the guy up in the CIA files,” Two said, before she sat next to Three and began to type herself.

“I'm going out,” Seven said, “I just... I need to be alone with all of this,” he stated. He felt guilty, absolutely guilty about this situation. He had to pull the trigger. He had to... But Four said that he shouldn't, so he listened to him, just like he did when his squad died. Just like that.

“Going out with you,” One said, not being able to handle the tension in the room himself.

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You looked up at the ceiling, this gray ceiling made of concrete. You always have hated this basement, even more now. Everything smelt like humidity, and the things that the man your worked with one brought for you and Billy to eat weren't really helping to set a nice atmosphere. But at least, you had something to eat from time to time.

From time to time, they left you alone with Billy, far from you, as far as possible but you were still able to see him, hear him – and so was him, especially when they tortured you. You looked at him, trying to give him a reassuring smile, you tried your best with the corner of your cracked lips, and he smiled back, closing his eyes.

“Why are you doing this,” you asked him, your voice still weak but audible – thanks to the glass of water they made you drink earlier.

“BDSM kink,” he joked. And even in this situation he made you chuckle a bit, making your stomach hurt a bit from the punches you got. But it was worth it.

“You and your sick kinks,” you whispered. “You should have stayed quiet, my father wouldn't let me die, and you know that.”

“I know that, but I can't see you suffer anymore,” he admitted looking you right in the eye. “I watched you suffer because of me, I couldn't screw the things up again as I did three years ago.”

“You did the right thing back then.”

“I'm doing the right thing right now, protecting the one that never gave up on me.” You could see how his smile widened as he spoke about you, and about your support. You couldn't help yourself but smile too. Maybe too much, and at the worst moment because one of your ex-colleagues entered the room.

“Y/N is soft and flirts with the enemy,” he chanted mockingly, rubbing his hands.

“Fuck you,” you said, a rush of confidence running through your veins.

“Want to taste blood, little girl,” the man asked, standing tight in front of you as you looked up at him.

“Tasted so much blood in my life, wouldn't be a problem,” you retorted.

“Hey, you,” Billy interrupted and the man turned back, “why don't you try to hurt somebody your size?” He laughed. The man laughed before approaching Billy, a grin on his face.

“Because hurting you won't provide more information, pretty boy, but hurting her, over there,” he precised with a movement of his head towards you, “will make you speak and sing and even dance as we want you to. So no, I won't damage you more than we already did in the first place, I'll just watch you suffer ad I hurt this lady over there, once my superior you know.”

“You're a lucky bastard, you're so lucky that I don't have my gun right here, with me,” you managed to say in a much more audible voice than before, “you would be dead, just like this girl three years ago.”

“The one you killed because of your undying love for your so-called 'bestfriend',” he teased you as he tilted his head looking at you. “Don't make me laugh more than I already did when this clown spoke. Please, y/n, I thought you were better than that.”

Your blood boiled inside your veins as the man sat in the chair next to the exit and began to look at his phone, ignoring both of you. What annoyed you even more, was how accurate his words were. You killed her as a revenge, because Billy was your bestfriend, your soulmate, and losing him meant losing anything and everything – your sanity first and foremost. Finding him meant the same, just at the moment you found your stability through killing and partying, he stormed in your life again, just to fuck your emotions up and to remember you how much you suffered without him. But you couldn't be mad at him, because he explained everything to you, because he allowed you to see trough your father... You closed your eyes. What a fucking bad situation to be in.

~~~

“We're almost in,” Three said as One put a hand on his shoulder looking at the screen on which Three was working.

“So we're ready. Tomorrow, we strike.”

[jayjaynerdybird]

This started out as a drabble for @nightwingshero using her OC Deputy Wren Blake that she requested I continue so... Here you go sweetie! I hope you like it! <3

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John let out a deep sigh as he shoved the pile of paperwork away from him. For hours now he'd been sitting here doing the same damn thing. Paperwork.

Leaning back in his chair he began to massage his temples, hoping that it might help to stave off the migraine that had been building for over an hour now.

With one last glance at the stack of papers taunting him John scoffed and pushed away from his desk, getting to his feet and wincing at the twinge in his neck from being bent over for so long.

With yet another deep sigh he flicked his office light off and began to make his way into the kitchen. Food and maybe some scotch. That's what he desperately needed at this point.

Maybe he still had some pasta leftover from last night?

Opening the fridge John winced as the bright light assaulted his eyes before he narrowed them into a glare at the offending light and pulled out his quarry.

With a satisfied smirk he quickly tossed the Tupperware into the microwave and hit a button absentmindedly as he reached for his scotch.

Just as his fingers brushed against the cool glass if his decanter a soft knock, just barely audible over the hum of the microwave sounded.

John's shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed. He swore if this wasn't important someone's head was going to roll.

With a huff he marched toward the front door, the thump of his feet against the floor sounding suspiciously far too loud to his own ears and only proving to worsen his mood with each step.

With a sneer and far more force than necessary he flung the door open, his frozen mind distantly recognizing the bang as it hit the wall.

What... What was happening?

There on his doorway stood the Deputy of Hope County, Wren Blake. But she looked far different than the last time he had seen her.

Her black hair hung limp and stringy, clumping against her cheeks and neck, her pupils blown wide to the point where her eyes looked black instead of the lovely blue that he so loved to see sparkle with fire, and her pale skin pallid with splotches of pink.

She looked more like one of the other druggies that he had met in his time on the streets than like the little spitfire who was causing quite a bit of his current troubles.

As Wren swayed, clutching desperately to the frame of his door, his mind finally began to work, reaching out slowly to help steady her.

"I- I'm sorry," even her voice was different; soft, airy, and weak. "I... I didn't have anywhere else to go."

There was a sob in her voice, her eyes bright with the tears she was trying so desperately to hold back.

With gentle hands John guided her inside, he knew what had happened to her without needing to be told, the scent of bliss hanging around her strongly. Of course, the lack of mist or excess salivation also showed that she had not ingested or been doused in it, instead it had been injected into her, and not of her own will.

Settling her down onto his couch John decided to help the Deputy through this, just as Joseph had helped him in the past. She didn't need to say yes, she had already accepted that he could save her, she had come to him in her time of need, hadn't she?

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Wren was freezing despite the fire that crackled in the grate beside her, the flames warming her skin but still failing to sink lower than that and sooth the icy grip that held the rest of her hostage. The weight of a throw blanket on top of her serving no purpose other than to make her feel suffocated rather than comforted.

Her entire body felt mixed between the sensations of being nothing more than a wisp of smoke mere moments from vanishing completely and a statue made of ice and bone, teetering on the edge of its stand, ready to shatter when gravity finally decided to take back its ownership of the moment and drag it into oblivion.

Each thud of her heart brought a pang of agony to her mind, a soft buzzing sound coming from somewhere nearby, the scent of tomatoes, onion and garlic causing her stomach to churn uncomfortably despite the hollow ache of it which would typically have Wren hunting down the delicious aroma.

With a groan of defeat Wren squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to breath slowly through her mouth in an attempt to ignore the nauseating scent that was only getting stronger.

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John ignored the shrill beeping of his microwave as he dug under the sink for one of the various first aid kits that he had stashed throughout his house, the hissing of the sink running above him filling the silence that was left behind from the now absent hum of the microwave.

First aid kit in hand John stood, deftly turning off the faucet and grabbing the bowl of cool water with his free hand, setting his quarry down on the counter as he turned and pulled several water bottles from the fridge. Quickly opening the first aid kit John grabbed a packet of Tylenol and quickly swallowed them, hopefully that would take care of his headache so that he could better care for the Deputy.

Looking around the kitchen for anything that he may have missed John quickly grabbed a large saucepot and a glass, adding them to his rapidly growing pile and, throwing one last fleeting glance towards his meal with an internal reminder to come back for his food later John left the kitchen.

Who on earth would have injected the Deputy of Hope County with Bliss? Injection was something that only Faiths… ‘Angels’ would do, and even then, they only did it to themselves.

Something about the Bliss would mess with the Angels minds, forcing them into a rather disturbing dependency on the Bliss. Angels either had to carry their own supply, be near a supply or inject the Bliss for longer trips, if they didn’t…

Well, and Angel coming down from Bliss was not pretty. In fact, it was always fatal to them…

It was no secret that Wren did not like the Bliss, in fact she tended to avoid the areas of the Henbane that were covered in it, preferring instead to tackle the areas here in Falls End or up North in the Whitetail Mountains. Whenever she had to take on a mission in the Henbane for Dutch she would go in, strike fast, and then get out again, never staying in the region for very long.

With a wry shake of his head John made his way towards the couch that Wren was resting on and sat himself down onto his coffee table, spreading his supplies out next to him. Wringing out the wet cloth John quickly got to work cleaning off the Deputies forehead of the sweat and grime that clung to her brow, it was going to be uncomfortable enough coming down off of the Bliss without the added discomfort of dried sweat and dirt.

Running the cloth down the side of her face John couldn’t help the small chuckle that left him as she leaned into his touch. Finishing with her face and throat John moved the blanket and moved down to her shoulders and arms, taking in with increasing anger the tell tale signs of a struggle, seeing that multiple hands had taken part in holding the Deputy down as they stuck a needle into her arm.

Now finished with the cloth John discarded it back into the bowl, grabbing the first aid kit so that he could bandage the raw skin of the injection site to try to prevent an infection.

Next John pulled off the Deputies boots, setting them on the floor beside the couch and rearranged the blanket around her.

Glancing at his remaining supplies John poured some water into the glass that he had grabbed, setting a packet of pain pills beside it and moved the saucepan onto the floor beside the Deputies head.

Throwing himself into the chair beside the couch John sighed and reached for his phone. He needed to inform Joseph of what had happened. This was going to be a long night.

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Wren felt like she had been in the mist for years, floating in a suspended sense of agony, knowing it was there and yet not truly comprehending it.

Brief flashes of memory; cold, pain, a burning feeling in her throat and the cold edge of a metal pan, concerned blue eyes, a warm weight on her cheek, all shrouded in mist and unclear.

Forcing her eyelids open Wren stifled a groan of pain as a ray of sunshine pierced her eye, causing a stabbing pain to shoot through her brain. Closing her eyes once again Wren instead began to take stock of her other senses, noting the comfortable cushions below her, the soft murmuring of voices coming from somewhere nearby, and, most importantly the scent of John Seed.

Of course, it wasn’t like she spent large amounts of time thinking about what he smells like or anything. It was just hard to forget the scent of such obviously expensive cologne, pine, sandalwood, and some sort of musk that all came together into a very attractive and calming aroma.

Wait… What?

Oh, her head hurt! What happened and how did she get here?

She remembered… Talking, she was mad about something, and then… A fight? Pain in her arm, and then running? But why would she run? Actually, the bigger question was why would she run here!?

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“I understand that Joseph but that doesn’t make any sense, if it wasn’t someone from the Project, then it had to have been a member of the Resistance. But why would they do that to the Deputy of all people?” John just couldn’t understand this. For three days now Joseph had been trying to find out who would have done this to the deputy as he had helped her suffer through an unnecessary detox.

“I know John, once she wakes up we will ask her, once we know they will suffer for what they have done, I promise you.” Josephs words as always were strong, full of his conviction, a conviction which helped to calm John down. With a sigh Joseph squeezed the back of his neck and brought their foreheads to rest against each other. John took a deep breath as he felt himself relaxing.

Pulling back with a soft smile John glanced through the doorway towards the Deputy once more, resisting the urge to smirk as he saw the Deputy sniffing at the air.

It looked like the Deputy was finally awake.

Jerking his chin toward the Deputy John began to make his way towards where the Deputy still lay.

“I’m glad to see that you are finally awake Deputy, now if you don’t mind, I do have a few questions.”

At being acknowledged the Deputies eyes opened, her head turning away from the light which streamed in from his windows. John was pleased to note that her pupils had receded to a more natural level, it looked like the worse was over with.

“Why are you helping me?” The Deputies voice was rough, which he had been expecting of course, what he hadn’t been expecting though was the lack of fight. The Deputy was tired, not just in body but in spirit as well. Well… John would just have to fix that, wouldn’t he?

“Because you asked me to,” John said simply as he sat down on his coffee table once again. “You came here for help, so I helped you.”

“Why!?” Ah, there’s her fire. Good, John was glad to see that it hadn’t been put out.

“Because we care about you Child,” Joseph said calmy, laying a hand on Johns shoulder as he took a seat beside him. Josephs words were like a balm to the soul, one of the many reasons that so many chose to follow his brother. You could hear someone else speak the same words in the same tone a million times but there was something that was only there when Joseph himself would say it.

“You don’t care about me,” The Deputy is angry again but this time it’s different. That fire, that Wrath, it wasn’t directed at them, it wasn’t even directed at her situation, no, they were directed at herself.

Suddenly Josephs words came back to him, the words that he had scoffed at, that he didn’t understand the reason for, suddenly made sense.

You have to love them, John. You have to love them, because sometimes they can’t love themselves…

John looked at Joseph then, understanding finally shining in his gaze as he truly understood Josephs path him. His brothers gaze stared back at him with pride shining deep within as a weight that John had never realized was there finally faded.

“We do care about you Deputy,” John said slowly as he reached out and covered her hand with his. “We care about you and what happens to you, because you’re worth it.”

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You’re worth it. Those words kept echoing within Wren’s mind as she stared into John Seeds eyes, those eyes which she had seen hold anger and sadness were now full of such honesty that Wren couldn’t help but believe him.

What did she have to lose in believing him anyway?

She could either go back and either be killed or continue to be used, or she could trust him, and either be killed, or gain something so much better than she could imagine…

“Wren,” She breathed, “If I’m going to trust you here, then you should probably use my name. It’s Wren.”

“Wren then,” John murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “Tell us what happened, and we can help you. You just have to trust us.”

“I… I’m not completely sure, everything is still kind of hazy. But…” This was it, she thought looking down at where her hand was being covered by Johns, no going back now.

“Dutch,” With a deep breath Wren looked back into Johns eyes, the blue pools of his gaze comforting her, “Dutch was going on about how I needed to get over my aversion to the Bliss. He was saying that I needed to either gain a tolerance or to… Well, they held me down and forced the needle into my arm… Sharky came in and he had no idea what they were doing because he was pissed, he yelled something about the Angels and started pulling them off of me… A fight started an-and I couldn’t tell what was going on, everything was hazy, so I ran. I ran and kept running until I got here.”

By the end of her tale Wren could hardly breathe, the anger, pain, and betrayal that she felt coming out of her in large sobs. Everything that she had been fighting for and against in her life coming to a head now as she cried.

Vaguely Wren could feel strong arms surrounding her, and a warm hand running through her hair soothingly, a deep voice whispering assurances to her, promising to her that everything would be alright, that they would help her.

For the first time in a very long time, as Wren drifted off into an exhausted sleep, still cradled in those strong arms, Wren felt at peace…

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Hybrid - Lee Know Part 1

Requested: I got a couple requests for a Lee Know Vampire and Werewolf so I decided to do a hybrid one 🤷🏻‍♀️

It’s not going to be a series, maybe 3 chapters tops.

You held your boyfriend’s hand as you cuddled up on his couch. Your head was against his shoulder as a movie played. Chan, who was one of your boyfriend’s many roommates, sat across on the other side of the couch. Minho and his eight friends, Chan, Woojin, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin all lived in two connected apartments. You never understood why they all lived together, but you enjoyed having all nine of them around.

The truth was, you didn’t know they were actually a pack of werewolves. All of them, besides Minho. His parents had broken the most sacred law, a werewolf and vampire were to not be together. But they had, and his mother had him in the process. Minho was taken in by Chan’s family after his parents were killed because of their “sin”, and the Bang family kept his true heritage in the dark. Hybrids were like both species, they could take the form of a wolf, live off of human food or blood, and drinking a human’s blood could heal their wounds. Chan, the alpha, suggested that he kept what he was a secret from you, not wanting you to be caught up in their supernatural affairs. 

You started to drift off when Minho and Chan’s voices woke you.

“I have to walk her home Chan. I can’t just let her go off by herself.” Minho said.

“She’ll be fine Minho, we need you here.” Chan replied.

You raised your head and stretched, checking your phone for the time. 

“Sorry to rush you out babe, we have something going on. I’m not gonna be able to walk you home. I’m sorry.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“It’s okay babe, I understand.” You said, smiling and kissing his jaw.

He walked you out and placed a kiss to your lips.

“Message me as soon as you get home.” He said.

“I will, I promise.” You said before walking down the street.

Minho watched you turn the corner and turned towards Chan.

“Do you know where they are?” He asked.

A group of vampires have been terrorizing the city, slaughtering people aimlessly. A wolf from another pack’s mate was killed. He was with a human, who he was going to turn, but they got to her too late.

“No. Eric just called me and said they killed Hyunjae’s fiance and left her at her house.” He said.

The other pack members sat around the couch as Chan explained every attack, from the first, to Hyunjae’s fiance. 

“So, what do we do?” Felix asked.

“We split up and look for them. Don’t go rushing into things alone, make sure to call all of us before doing anything rash.” Chan said, looking at all the members.

As Minho walked out of the house, he caught a very bloody smell. He could only smell blood, and not their scents. Minho had the strongest nose, being a hybrid and all. He saw a small blood trial and was about the follow it when his phone rang and he saw Q’s name appear on the screen.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Minho, I think I caught their scent. It’s headed towards the Han river.’ He said.

Minho’s blood ran cold. That’s the way you walked home, the blood trail going through the ally you both took as a shortcut. He hung up the phone and took off in the direction you had taken.

Something was eerie about tonight, you could feel it. The way your boyfriend didn’t walk you home as he usually did was the first thing that was off. The way he and Chan talked in hushed voices about whatever situation they were in was off. The eerie feeling in the air was off. You felt your phone vibrate and saw Minho’s name on your phone screen, Just as you were about to answer, you felt an unsettling presence. You lifted your head and saw a man standing in the ally way, staring at you with hungry eyes. 

“Hello there, kitten.” He purred. He was tall, and his voice was very deep. You back away when you felt someone sniff your neck and you jumped.

“She smells very tasty.” A slightly shorter male said, staring at you.

Your breath got caught in your throat when you saw his eyes. They were red and glowing.

“Yes, very nice.” The deep voiced man said, suddenly appearing right beside you.

“What- What do you guys want?” You stammered, backing away.

“To eat you up my dear.” The shorter one said, his eyes glowing brighter.

They both ran at you and you were frozen in fear. You closed your eyes tight, expecting to feel pain. Instead, you felt an arm wrap around you, pulling you out of the way, and the two yelps of the men. When you opened your eyes, you saw your boyfriend’s back in front of you.

“M-Minho?” You managed to stammer out.

He looked back at you with worry in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the two men stood up.

“Minho, it’s good to see you again.” The deep voiced man said.

“Yes, just in time for dinner too.” The smaller one purred.

“You’re not getting this one, San.” Minho snarled.

The two men dashed at you two at inhuman speeds. You watched in horror as they came up on Minho, but he didn’t even flinch. He grabbed the deep voiced man by the throat and threw him, but San managed to slip underneath of his other arm. Just as San was about to grab you, you saw Minho grab him and slam him on the ground.

“Y/N don’t just stand there, run!” He yelled at you. 

Your body jolted out of shock and you ran for it down the long ally way. You hid behind another corner and gasped for air. You leaned up against the side of the wall and sunk down to the ground. You huffed and peered around the corner, backing up to not get caught. 

You heard a chuckle and jumped up when you saw three more men staring at you.

“Mingi was right, she smells simply delicious.” The short one in the front purred, his eyes glowing a dark crimson.

“Yes, very much indeed.” A handsome man with blonde hair said softly, licking his lips. The younger looking man just smiled at you.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only hurt for a minute.” The short one said before running at you.

“Y/N!” You heard Minho call out your name.

You just had enough time to see him sprinting towards you before he leaped into the air, and his form was replaced by a very large animal.

His fur shone a pretty blue black, and his icy blue eyes were narrowed as he snarled at the three men.

“Mi-Minho..” You gasped.

He didn’t even look at you, he just snarled at the three men.

“You think you take all three of us, mutt?” The short man asked.

Minho turned towards you and growled. You didn’t even have to understand to know what he meant. Run. As you got up, the two men from earlier appeared along with the other three, along with two more men. You felt fear fill you, he was tremendously outnumbered. Minho snarled at you again and you ran. You ran as fast as you could through the ally, As you ran, you heard a low growl and slowed down. A muscular silver wolf appeared, his silver-white eyes gleaming. Chan. A short, muscular, jet black wolf was beside him. Changbin. And a very pale gray wolf with dark blue eyes looked at you with such innocence. Jeongin.

“He- He’s down that way, Chan. Please, help him.” You gasped.

Chan nodded and made a low noise at Jeongin, who watched him and Changbin take off. Jeongin looked at you and you nodded as he led you back to their apartments.

Jeongin basically had to carry you, as you were winded from running and in complete and utter shock. When he walked in carrying you, Woojin was pacing then stared at you both.

“Jeongin, where is Chan, Minho, and Changbin?” Woojin asked.

Jeongin told him and Woojin took off out the door, followed by Hyunjin, Jisung, and Seungmin.

Felix ran into the kitchen to get you some water, and when he came back, you were shaking badly in Jeongin’s arms. Felix handed you the glass and you took small, shaky sips.

“J-Jeongin... Felix... What the fuck is going on?” You asked, your voice quivering.

“Please don’t be mad we didn’t tell you. Don’t be mad at Minho hyung.” Jeongin said, his eyes filled with such sadness and innocence. 

“What are you guys? What were those guys? Why were they after me?” You blubbered questions out.

Felix and Jeongin looked at each other before Felix sighed.

“We’re wolves, Y/N. All of us, besides MInho. He’s a hybrid.” He said.

“A hybrid?” You asked.

“He’s half wolf, half vampire. Those men that were after you are vampires. They’ve been on killing sprees. They even killed Hyunjae’s ma- I mean, fiance,” He said.

“Euna’s dead?” You gasped.

“Yes, and they were after you, too. Thank God Minho found you when he did.Him being a hybrid has it’s perks.” Felix said.

“What makes a hybrid so much different?” You asked.

“He can take the form of a wolf, live off of human food or blood, AND they have a very keen sense of smell. Better than a normal wolves.” He said.

“Oh...” You said lowly.

“I’m surprised you’re not freaking out.” Jeongin said.

“I’m just.... In shock.” You said.

“Please don’t be mad at hyung. He was just trying to protect you.” Jeongin said.

Before you could respond, you heard the door swing open and rushed voices. Jeongin and Felix leaped up and you followed them. Your hand flew to your mouth as horror filled you. Chan had Minho on his back. His eyes were closed and he was dripping blood all over Chan. Chan quickly placed him on the floor in the living room, ripping his shirt and revealing deep gashes all over his chest and abdomen. You fell on your knees, gasping as tears flew down your face. You cradled Minho’s head in your lap, pushing his hair out of his face.

“Minho...” You choked out while holding his head.

His eyes slowly fluttered open and he gave you a pained smile.

“Y/N.” He rasped.

Tears spilled down your face as you pressed your forehead against his. He reached his hand up and wiped away your tears with his finger tips.

“I’m sorry... Y/N.” He managed to choke out.

You shook your head and closed your eyes.

“Don’t Minho, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” You choked.

“Y/N.” Chan said, leaning beside you. You looked at him and he grabbed your face lightly.

“Listen to me. He’s a hybrid, if he drinks your blood he’ll heal.” Chan said.

“No...” Minho choked.

“Y/N if you don’t let him, he’ll die.” Chan said.

You nodded and looked down at your boyfriend. He shook his head and closed his eyes tight.

“No, I... I won’t be able to control myself.” He rasped.

“Minho please, please. I can’t lose you. I love you.” You sobbed.

He kept his eyes shut tight as you pulled him up against you a little higher.

“Minho, please..” You whimpered, cradling his head into your chest.

“Minho, I’ll make sure you stop if you can’t. We’re all right here. We can’t lose you, Y/N can’t lose you. We can’t lose our beta.” Chan pleaded, his voice sounding desperate.

Minho looked at you and gently held your face before closing his eyes and nodding. He slowly lifted himself up with your help, and leaned his head into the crook of your neck.

“It’ll be okay Minho.” You whispered.

You heard him panting as he leaned his lips into the crook of your neck, before plunging his teeth into your soft skin. You closed your eyes and cradled his head, clutching him tightly. It hurt at first, but then it didn’t feel like much. You could feel the strength returning to him. his grip on your arm became stronger. Just as Chan was about to interfere, he pulled away and softly ran his tongue over the bite mark. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes were icy blue slits. He reached his hand out and stroked your cheek. Tears flew down your face as you lunged into his chest, hugging him tightly.

“Shh, don’t cry. It’s okay.” He said, holding you tightly.

After you calmed down, the other members entered the room and smothered Minho. You could feel all their relief in waves. Minho sat next to you and smiled, leaning in to kiss you. You put your finger up to his lips and narrowed your eyes.

“DON’T think your off the hook. None of you.” You said.

“Awe noona come on, hyung almost died.” Jeongin pouted.

“We owe her an explanation.” Chan said.

“No, I do.” Minho said. He looked into your eyes as he explained the situation, telling you about his parents and Chan’s family taking him in.

“I understand you guys were trying to protect me, but that me just dating Minho means I’m in danger. Whether I know or not.” You said.

Before Minho could say anything, he sniffed the air and a growl rumbled in his chest.

“They found us.” He snarled, turning to Jeongin. “Take her upstairs.” 

Jeongin grabbed you and pulled you up the stairs.

“That dummy, he already almost died!” You yelled.

Jeongin sat on Minho’s bed with you and rubbed your back as anger and worry made you feel sick again. After what felt like hours, you heard a howl and ran outside of the room.

“Y/N wait!” Jeongin called, chasing after you.

You ran out into their backyard as eight wolves were approaching the house. You saw Minho first, his blue black fur shining in the moonlight. He stopped and stared at you, and you hopped off the back porch and ran into him, burying your face into his thick, soft fur. He let out a small whine as he lowered his head and wrapped it around your back. You pulled away and stroked the fur on his cheek before looking at the other wolves. A tall raven colored wolf with amber eyes stood closest to you two. Hyunjin. Then a dark brown wolf with golden eyes was beside him. Woojin. A long legged russet color wolf with green eyes stood next a slightly taller gray wolf with yellow eyes.Felix and Jisung. Then a sleek honey colored wolf with yellow eyes leaped into the yard. Seungmin.

“I love you guys. No matter what you guys are.” You said, burying your face back into his fur.

[alicedopey]

Playing with little devils II: The devilish brother

Pairing: Hvitserk / Reader (with a little bit of Ivar on the side)

Genre: Smut

Words: 2663

Warnings: Voyeurism....and heavy smut.

A/N: I’m going to Hell because of this.

You did not tell Hvitserk. First, you were not sure anything had happened. Maybe it was your imagination because of what Ivar had asked before. Second, you did not wish to antagonize the two brothers because of something you were not certain of. Third and foremost, you did not know how to feel about it.

Voyeurism was definitely not one of your kinks and the fact that someone had watched you and your boyfriend having sex made you uneasy. But, deep down, your core tightened every time you thought about it. You kept picturing his eyes and his cheeky smile on your mind in spite of yourself. You could not say you ware attracted to Ivar even though he was hot....just like all the Ragnarssons. But no...you were not interested in him. The idea of him watching you was arousing in a weird sort of way though.  It bothered you. You felt as if you were cheating on Hvitserk and you hated that. You loved Hvitserk with all your heart and you refused to lose him over some strange fascination for his brother.

The solution was to avoid Ivar at all costs and it would go away very quickly. Each time Hvitserk offered you to join his brothers for a movie or a dinner, you managed to find some excuses. It worked. Until tonight.

Hvitserk had come home all cheerful, with Ivar by his side, claiming he had invited his brother over dinner. You could not refuse or it would be enough to arouse suspicion, which you did not want at all.

Dinner was fine except for the wicked glances Ivar was giving you. That made you feel uneasy again. He could not know that you knew. It was impossible. You would not be surprised if it was the case, though. Ivar always seemed to be ahead of people. This was almost scary, you thought as you took place between the two brothers who were watching some silly show on the television. Hvitserk's arm was around your shoulders and you couldn't help leaning on him as a protection against Ivar.

“So, Y/N....” Ivar cleared his throat. “I think it's time to confess you saw me that day, right ?”

He knew. Your breath hitched. Hvitserk glanced at you but as you refused to look at him, he talked to his brother. “Saw you ? Where ?”

“The other day at our parents' place when the two of you fucked in the kitchen.”

This cheeky asshole. He was gloating while you could feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

Against all odds, Hvitserk laughed. “So you did get caught. Looks like you're not as sneaky as you once were.”

Your eyes abruptly looked up at your boyfriend. “You're not mad ?”

Hvitserk chuckled and lightly tapped your nose with his finger. “You think it's the first time ? Ivar has been peeping on us and our girlfriends since he was a teenager. He always had a voyeurism kink but it did not bother us that much. I mean, the boy had to learn from someone. I always was his favorite”. He added with a proud smile on his face.

Ivar snorted. “Don't flatter yourself so much, bro.”

“You're the one always watching me, bro.” He shrugged. “I hope it was fun to watch.”

You watched the brothers, almost gaping. How could they talk so lightly of that kind of subject ?

“As a matter of fact, I did.”. Ivar winked at you. “You're beautiful when you come.”

Now, you were gaping.

“She is, isn't she ?” Hvitserk taunted him. “Would you like to see her again ?”

Your eyes widened. “Hvitserk ! I'm not a cheap whore ! I won't be shared between the two you like you did with Margrethe.”

It was a little bit too much. You tried to push him away but his arm around your shoulders held you closer.

“Calm down, love.” He said with an apologetic smile. “I just wanted us to have some fun but if you're not willing...”

“You're certainly not Margrethe.” Ivar cut his brother off, his nose wrinkled in disgust. “Trust me, you're not. I would never have mentioned anything if you were.” He smirked at you. “Besides, I'm certain you liked it. The thrill of knowing someone is watching you while you're fucking. Wasn't that exciting ?”

It was. “Well...I don't know... I mean sure, but...” You stuttered nervously. If they hadn't been before, your cheeks were definitely on fire now.

Ivar chuckled and playfully slapped your knee. “I knew it.”

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled. Hvitserk leaned over you and kissed your cheek. “You wanna give it a try ?” His lips got down on your neck, peppering the area with butterfly kisses that sent shivers through your spine.

“Now”. You were scared....and excited.

“There's no better time, don't you think ?” His other hand caressed your naked knee to finally sneak under your skirt. Your eyes met Ivar's and you realized they were already dark with lust.

You had to put some limits before it went too far for your sanity.

“Alright, you can watch. There will be no touching, though.” You tried to maintain a firm and determined tone but it was hard with Hvitserk's fingers pulling your panties aside to tickle your pubic hair.

Ivar bit his lip. “Of course....I still can touch myself, right ?” He added with a wicked smile.

“Yes....” You answered absent-mindedly as you boyfriend's digits invaded your core and made you gasp.

Three of his fingers were curling inside you skillfully while his thumb circled your love button. Your release was close even though his magic had just started. The thing with Hvitserk was that he knew how to play your body like an instrument. This time, he wanted to make you lose your mind pretty fast. Your head fell backwards and your buried your face in his neck. Hvitserk seemed to have another idea in mind.

“Look at my brother, baby.” He whispered in a gentle voice. “Let him see how beautiful you are when you cum. That's why he is here.”

Lost in a haze, you turned your face away from him to stare at Ivar as ripples of pleasure ran through you. He still had that cocky smile on his face but his eyes told you he was enchanted.

When you were done, Hvitserk withdrew his fingers and licked them greedily. “And she tastes amazing too.”

He kissed you soundly on the mouth and held out a hand to help you stand up. “Bedroom ?”

You nodded faintly and Hvitserk smile before stroking your cheek. “Lead the way, my love”.

You took the two brothers along a nice white corridor and into the bedroom your shared with Hvitserk. The latter pointed a finger in the direction of an armchair in which Ivar took place as you stood in the middle of the room, realizing you were about to have sex with an audience.

Hvitserk came towards you with a predatory smile that made you forget everything else. Gingerly, you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him and pulled his shirt from his jeans so that he could take it off. The view of his naked skin made you drool and you covered his upper body with kisses. As you knelt down and reached his belt, you heard his breath quicken. You helped him loosen his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers. His sex was fully erect, tip already leaking, begging for attention. You leaned closer and gently kissed his tip before licking his head teasingly.

“Babe...” Hvitserk whimpered and you smiled. He could brag about controlling you but you were the one in control when you sucked his dick.

He desperately put his hand on the back of your skull. You slowly opened your mouth and gave him what he was wishing for. His hands gripped your hair as your head bobbed with every move you made, every lick you gave.

At some point, his hands tensed in your hair and he pulled you backwards, your mouth letting go of his cock with a wet pop.

“You know how much I love this....but not as much as seeing you coming undone several times before I do.” He pulled you up gently and tenderly kissed your lips.

When he unbuttoned your shirt, the thought that Ivar was still in the room came to your mind.

Hvitserk seemed to sense your discomfort. “You want to stop ?”

You shook your head and moistened your lips. “It's just....he will see me naked. Won't that bother you ?”

“Not if that does not bother you.” He smiled and looked at his brother. “Besides, I think he has seen worse. Right ?” Ivar grunted in response and Hvitserk winked playfully at you. “I'm quite proud of your ass, you know.”

Eyes narrowing, you swatted the side of his head. “Idiot.” “Your idiot, right ?” He looked at you with puppy eyes and you rolled your eyes. “Shall we continue ?”

You nodded. Hvitserk did not lose time and soon, your clothes where how on the floor. You lay down on the soft cotton sheets, Hvitserk hovering over you. His puppy eyes had morphed into the ones of a wolf as they raked over your body.

His first target was your hardened nipples. You gasped audibly as he kissed and sucked on them. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to alleviate the pressure you felt as he kissed down every inch of your body. He tickled your navel with this tongue and then, finally spread your legs, revealing your dripping sex.

One of his fingers teased your entrance and you squirmed, trying to entice him further. But Hvitserk's finger disappeared too quickly and you watched your boyfriend lick it through your hooded eyes.

“Delicious”. He bent over until his face was inches away from your cunt. “What if I tasted it ?” And he did. His tongue greedily lapped your folds, drinking your juices as a man who was just given an icy glass of water after getting lost in the desert.

One of your hands guided him where you liked it the most while the other pinched your nipples. You turned your head and spotted Ivar. Moans and whimpers were now escaping your mouth. There was no restraint anymore. He wanted to see ? Let him see, you would give him quite a show. He seemed to like it anyways as he was massaging the bulge in his pants frantically.

Hvitserk suddenly bit your clit and you came again, screaming his name and squeezing his head between your thighs. You hips were bucking from the bed. But your eyes.... your eyes didn't leave Ivar for a second.

You had just come down from your high when Hivtserk lay down above you and kissed you fiercely, making you taste yourself on his tongue. Your hand slid down until it reached his cock which you stroked languidly. But you wanted more, so much more. You broke the kiss, out of breath and blindly searched in the drawer of your bedside table. When you finally extracted a condom, you could have cried with joy. Hvitserk took it and unfolded on his sex swiftly. You waited with belated breath but nothing came.

Exasperated, you wiggled under him, locking his hips between your legs to dig your heels on his ass cheeks. But he resisted. The asshole resisted.

“Hvitserk....”

“Come on, love...take me in.”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his cock with an exaggerated sigh and slowly put it inside you, inch by inch. When he was deeply sheathed, the two of you let out  a sigh of relief.

Hvitserk set up a lazy pace. He knew you wanted it hard and fast but right now, he was determined to make you come again before he did. Well, two could play that game. You clenched around him and he groaned.

“You little minx ! If you don't stop this little game of yours, I will stop...everything.” You relaxed and he started his lazy moves again.

“Good girl....now give me one, only for me.” His eyes were boring into yours. “I want to see you.”

Your eyes rolled on the back of your head and you whimpered as you felt the pressure build up in your lower area. Hvitserk kept encouraging you. “That's it baby, you know how much I like that.”

Another clenching and he groaned. His hips pumped faster, finally giving you what you were craving for. Your nails scratched his back as you came, eyes wide, your mouth opened on a silent scream.

Hvitserk's hips slowed down as you rode out your third orgasm of the night.  He pulled out and turned you on your side before taking place behind you. He hooked one of your leg over his waist and did not give you any time to recover as he entered you again in one swift move.

Oversensitive, breathless, you protested against his frantic pace. “Hvitserk, please...”

“Now, now...I know you have one more in you. Show my brother how beautiful you are in orgasmic bliss one last time.”

Ivar....you had completely forgotten about his presence once again. He was still sitting in the armchair but had unzipped his pants and taken off his shirt. He was fisting his cock, cheeks red from arousal and pleasure. He was close. You could tell by looking into his eyes. He had the same glint that Hvitserk had before he lost control. He returned your stare, biting his lip enticingly. Something clenched in your lower abdomen and you moaned.

This situation, this crazy situation was arousing. The room was filled with moans and grunts, sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. It was vulgar to say the least but you could not care less. You really liked this idea of being fucked and watched at the same time.

Hvitserk's grunted behind you and slid a hand against your cunt to tantalize your sweet button. You clenched around him again, trembling and toes curling as you reached your peak. Several sobs escaped your mouth. Hvitserk gave one final harsh and deep thrust before spilling himself into the condom while Ivar groaned as his cum covered his hand and lower abdomen with white ribbons.

You lifted an arm behind you to pull Hvitserk towards you. Your turned your head and stole a kiss from his lips. You liked this post-coital moment when he was still buried deep inside you and the two of you shared some gentle kisses. He cupped your cheek and left your mouth to caress your nose with his in the sweetest way.

Ivar cleared his throat, breaking the magic of the moment. “Well, as fun as it was, I'd better head back home. Got some things to do.”

You slowly turned your head towards him and realized that he was indeed ready to go, crutch in hand, clean and clothes back on.

Hvitserk gently pulled out from you. He got rid of the condom and pulled his jeans back on. “I'll walk you out.”

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you pulled the duvet over your naked body. Ivar winked at you. “See you soon, Y/N.”

Then he looked at his brother smugly. “Maybe next time I could touch ?”

Hvitserk laughed lightly and pushed his brother out of the room before following him.

All alone, you kept replaying what had just happened in your mind with a dopey smile on your face. Then the last words of Ivar echoed in your head. Maybe, just maybe, next time he could touch.

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[rueitae]

Roommates in Disguise - Chapter 5

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19901668/chapters/47292058

Next time, @fallen-angel-nightshade gets deep into the plot.

Beta by the wonderful @whyamistillhungry

Art by the phenomenal @mybluelionlancylance

Look at it! https://mybluelionlancylance.tumblr.com/post/186452499757/this-is-art-for-the-plance-mini-bang

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Lance had every intention of waking up early - but he was so comfortable. His stomach growled in delight as the scent of maple hit his nostrils. The sound of sizzling bacon and the humming of the kitchen fan reached his ears, completing the perfect background noise to doze in bed... Wait. His kitchen fan was broken. 

Lance jumped up with alarm and yelled in surprise as his back hit the floor. The sleeping bag he’d slept in hung mockingly from his legs. “Are you okay?” Katie asked, peeking out from behind the partition between the kitchen and living room. It all came back to him. “Yeah, s-sorry,” he said, more embarrassed than anything. “Only thing hurt is my pride.” Katie nodded. “Good. Then you’ll be able to enjoy breakfast.” She popped back into the kitchen. “I’m almost done with the bacon, but help yourself to the eggs and toast.” Lance slowly made his way to the tiny table and gazed upon the feast. Saliva pooled up in his mouth at the sights and smells. Two plates with forks and glasses of orange juice were already arranged, filled with buttered toast, scrambled eggs, and hashbrowns. Wait, when had he gone grocery shopping? “Where did you get all this? I know I didn’t have it in my fridge.” “Good news,” Katie responded, stirring into his only frying pan. “The police contacted me early this morning. I got to go back to the house and grab a few things. Breakfast is on me, it's the least I can do.” Lance smiled back, sitting down and shoveling some eggs into his mouth. His taste buds exploded and he moaned in delirium. “This is delicious.” When was the last time he’d been able to make eggs? Tears welled up in his eyes. “Thank you.” Katie finished her cooking and brought the pan over to serve them both. “I had to fix your kitchen fan, too, but honestly you’re doing me a favor. I’d fix your whole apartment if you let me.” “Really?” Lance said, hopeful. Katie had said she was majoring in robotics, but the fact that she would improve his quality of life was a gift. Between school and hero work, he didn’t have the money or the time to do it himself. He might be in love. He sat back and listed off the problems with the apartment, using his fingers as visual aides. “Because the faucet in the bathroom is leaky. And the bathtub doesn’t drain well, and the water pressure has been weird since I moved in. Most of the light bulbs don’t work even though I bought brand new ones last month,” he continued, finding himself getting more annoyed as he went on. “The disposal doesn’t work — “ “It does now,” Katie interrupted. “ — the freezer spits out ice rando — wait you fixed that already too?” Katie nodded, her face amused but not right out laughing. It was far more sympathetic. “I’m surprised Icebound hasn’t offered to help. He seems like the kind of guy who would want the best for his best friend. Lance slowed down chewing his latest bite of toast. His heart beat rapidly. He hadn’t foreseen this. He swallowed hard. “I asked him not to,” Lance finally settled on. He shoved some egg into his mouth, hoping she would take the hint of being done with that part of the conversation. “I see...” Katie said. She took a sip of orange juice. “Look, Lance, I could fix everything here for you, but it’s a bit ridiculous. It’s all broken, and you’re still in a terrible part of town. That can’t be worth it even this close to the university.” “I don’t mind it,” Lance retorted. Being in a crime-ridden area allowed him to use his powers for the most good. Katie looked him dead in the eye, and Lance found himself captivated. There was something eerily familiar with her determined gaze that gave him pause. “Move in with me,” she said bluntly. Lance spit out his eggs. “What?!” “I’m serious,” she continued as he wiped his egg-spattered face with a paper towel. “I have a whole house to myself. Plenty of bedrooms and it’s close to public transit.” Her eyes softened. “You saved my life, Lance. I can get back to searching for my family again.” An uneasy feeling swirled in his gut. The bus, the nicer place, rent-free… it sounded way too good to be true. Cute girls didn’t just ask him to move i-- 

Cute was the word now??? 

“Look, that’s really nice of you, Katie, but don’t you think it would be a little... weird?” he managed. “Any weirder than our city having actual superheroes?” Katie sighed, possibly a bit more dramatic than necessary. “Lance, after Pidge I would honestly feel safer if there was someone else in the house. You know my circumstances, you’re a nice guy,” she smirks, “even kind of cute.” Heat rose to Lance’s cheeks. Why would she use that word? “And you helped me this far. Please?” Well, Lance hadn’t considered Pidge coming back. The more he thought about it, the more likely he realized it was. Katie probably knew too much, and Pidge would be after Lance either way. This arrangement would protect both of them, or at least keep the safety in numbers. But... he wasn’t sure if he could keep Icebound a secret from Katie. In time, he’d have to trust her with his secret. The thought of that thrilled him; to have someone to confide his real life with. Katie fidgeted when he didn’t respond. “I accidentally saw the newspaper clipping in your room. And what happened to your family,” she confessed. “I can’t help but think they’d just want you as safe as possible.” Lance’s heart broke and he set his fork on the table, eyes downcast. Even after two years, the pain - the guilt - was still felt just as fresh. Sometimes he wondered if they were looking out for him, or if they blamed him for not being able to control his powers. 

“It’s fine. I forgot I had it out,” he said evenly. 

Katie’s fingers drummed next to her plate, teeth biting at her bottom lip in thought. “It’s… okay to miss them,” she encouraged. “I know what it’s like.” “I do miss them. A lot,” he stressed. His mom’s hugs, his dad’s laughter, his sibling’s harmless teasing all ran through his mind like a slideshow. “I know they wouldn’t want me to sulk, but at the same time...” He locked eyes with Katie with renewed resolve. “Let me help you find your family. If I’m moving in with you, I want to help out however I can.”

If there was a chance he could reunite Katie with her family, he would take it. There was no need for both of them to suffer forever. Katie’s eyes twinkled and her smile grew wider. Lance’s heart fluttered. This girl might be the doom of him. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said. “You like video games?”

Lance smirked, “I know a great arcade right around the corner.”

~~~~~

Lance felt confident as he moved his character over the last hurdle in the video game. He kept his thumb pressed over the Power Save feature on the controller, making sure Loose Lips Lucy’s special attack was fully charged and ready for the moment Katie’s character got too close. Lucy crouched behind several crates, a favorite hiding spot that no first time opponent had ever found. Lance licked his lips in anticipation. It was his preferred strategy and was looking forward to showing off. Lance glanced at the timer. Thirty seconds left in the round, and when Lance would win off points accumulated instead of K.O. Until his controller buzzed, sending him into astonished confusion, and Lucy’s cartoonish blood was splattered across the screen. A giant K.O. Game Over flashed across his screen. “What?!” Lance exclaimed, looking for Katie. “How did you —?” His strategy was perfect, he used it for Icebound’s stakeouts for crying out loud! Katie leaned over from across him, smirking righteously. “Not a very subtle hiding spot.” “There is no way you found me,” Lance pouted. “You cheated.” “The consoles are back to back, there’s no way I could have seen you. Face it, you’ve met your match.” The smug look on her face threatened to melt his icy power core with how mad he was. Saving her from Pidge was one thing, but all bets were off when it came to video games. 

It was on. “You haven’t even seen a fraction of what I can do. Best two out of three. On the ice planet,” he challenged. Katie grinned. “Challenge accepted, Lance. That’s my favorite map.” Lance’s anger proved fleeting. His blood pumped with excitement that he couldn’t remember, for once not fighting for his life or for others, a stupid grin refusing to come off his face. But before either could insert their tokens, a loud thud resounded off the side paneling. Lance looked down and let out a gasp. The owner of the arcade himself was on the ground and moaning in pain. The previously bustling center floor stood still, the crowd parting only for a large Galra Enforcer moving their way. Lance gulped as he recognized Throk of the Specials Division. Lance knelt by the downed man. “Hey, Rolo, dude, you okay?” he said, taking his hand and helping him up. “Don’t get yourself involved in this one, Kid, it isn’t worth it,” Rolo whispered quickly. “I already rang the police.” “Isn’t this pathetic, receiving help from a child,” Throk said condescendingly. The Galra man directed a cruel grin at both Lance and Rolo. Lance kept his gaze on the switchblade that Throk was currently flipping in and out threateningly. This situation would not end well if he couldn’t transform. Lance stepped forward and balled his fists at his sides, offering the most serious stare he had. “I’m not sure why you’re bothering Rolo and Nyma, but it’s not cool. You’ve got at least twenty witnesses. The police are not going to side with you, even if you are Galra.” Galra Corp was able to get away with a lot in the city in terms of politics and industry. Most employees were not like Throk, but those who worked security felt they were entitled to anything they wanted. Lance growled. With Pidge on the loose, dealing with corrupt Galra security - Throk had been on the receiving end of Icebound’s punches before - was the last thing he needed to deal with. “Please, Galra Corp owns the police.” Throk held the switchblade with an outstretched arm, pointed at Lance. “Tell the man to open his cash register, Little Hero,” he sneered. “I would not want anyone to get hurt.” Lance braced himself but did not back down though Throk’s words were soaked in sarcasm. Nerves tightened and his body prepared for the blow. None came. In a flash Throk was down on the ground, writhing in pain. He screamed. “Get them off! Get them off!” “You can stay there until the police get here,” Katie said calmly, as if she were discussing a cloudless day. Lance turned to find her still in front of her game, holding a small open jar. “Maybe you’ll think twice about doing whatever you want.” Lance took a closer look at Throk and he saw them. Tiny robots the size of ladybugs crawling over the aggressor’s skin. He turned to her in awe, grinning now that the threat had passed.”Robotics huh? Pretty cool.” Katie’s eyes grew wide. “Lance, look out!” Lance turned in time to see a frenzied Throk race towards him, bringing the blade back to strike. Dropping to his knees on instinct, he dodged the blow and scurried through Throk’s legs. Now having the advantage of being behind, Lance stood and, putting a bit of his powers into it, delivered a punch to Throk’s face just as the Galra was beginning to turn around.

Throk landed face down in front of Katie. She squatted and clicked the inside of her mouth, calling the microbots back inside the jar. 

Just like Pidge calling in her tiny robots. Lance shivered. He supposed he’d best get used to more similarities; who knew how many inventions Pidge had stolen from Katie.

She whispered into Throk’s ear, but Lance hadn’t the time to ponder over what she might have said to him. He was too busy blushing over a kiss on the cheek from Rolo’s co-owner. 

“You’re sweet, Lance,” Nyma told him, a bemused smile on her face, “but I really prefer you stay alive. You’re one of our frequent customers.”

Nyma didn’t mean anything by the kiss, he knew that, but the churning in his stomach was more from the warmth in his cheeks. 

“I’m trying,” he said sheepishly. Now that the fight was over and adrenaline faded, Lance was more embarrassed than anything. Thankfully the crowds were already shrugging it off and going back to their various games. 

“You pack a pretty good punch,” Katie said as she walked up to him. Her roundabout compliment and guarded smile sent his heart pounding in a way he couldn’t quite explain. 

“Must have gotten lucky,” Lance shrugged as casually as he could manage. Everyone dug the cool guy attitude, surely Katie would too. “Dad always told me I had a good arm for baseball,” he bragged. 

Katie raised an eyebrow, but her smile remained. “Lucky for us then.”

“And you with your robots,” Lance pointed out. “That was amazing.”

Katie grinned smugly, and that familiar feeling of delight washed over Lance again. “Final projects are supposed to be spectacular. It’s no big deal. We make a pretty good team.”

“If you two think that, try Beezer’s challenge on Defenders of the Universe,” Rolo suggested. 

“The first person shooter?” Katie inquired, head tilted slightly to the side.

“Didn’t you get that over a year ago?” Lance asked, raising an eyebrow. “No one’s beat it yet?”

The game was notorious among gaming circles to be extremely challenging, even now after being available to the public for years. It was ideally played with five, and had no solo mode, so two player was the hardest difficulty.

“Not yet,” Nyma said. “Why don’t you two give it a shot while the blood is still pumping. It’ll be on us; a thanks for taking care of that goon.”

Lance looked to Katie and she gazed back. Her amber eyes shone like the sun and Lance couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth curling up in perfect sync with her’s. 

There was no need for words. They were going to beat that game. 

~~~~~

“Did you see that last move?!” Lance rambled, jogging ahead of Katie and turning to face her as they walked - backwards in his case - out of the arcade. “I backflipped into the mob, hit three bulls eyes upside down - then my gun morphed into a sword!!!” He said excitedly. What a rush that had been - unlocking a secret feature, not even professional gamers knew about. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this elated and relaxed, hero problems forgotten for the moment.

“I know!” Katie squealed back, animatedly jumping and bringing her fists to her chest. Her smile matched his own, stretched wide and looked as if it could fall off. “I can’t believe the game let you use it before you could even see what it was! And the finishing blow - I will never get over that mech letting us dual wield those swords. The arms actually responded independently for us! How cool is that?!”

“The absolute coolest!” Lance agreed. He snorted - he was going to use that line for Icebound’s next battle. He stopped at the corner. One way would take him back to his apartment, the other to Katie’s house. “Too bad about the final boss though, we almost had him. I bet next time we wipe the floor.”

The briefest of frowns crossed her face, almost as if the idea hadn’t sunk in. “Next time?” Katie inquired. 

“Well sure. I mean, if you want to.” Suddenly the hot cheeks were back and he avoided her face. “We do make a pretty good team and… I had a lot of fun today. Best in a long time,” he said honestly. 

“I had a lot of fun, too,” she said, taking his hand, a warm smile back on her face. “Thank you, Lance.” Without warning, she leaned up on her toes and brushed his cheek with her lips. “Seriously. No matter what happens, I want you to know that.”

Despite the ominous tone to her statement, Lance hung on the kiss. Although friendly, after their chemistry at the arcade and willingness to help each other - and especially moving in together - he seriously doubted they could just stay as friends. He’d only just met Katie, but he felt like he’d known her for years. 

Lance took a deep breath. He could afford to have fun, but first and foremost he needed to remind himself that he did this for their mutual protection from Pidge. 

He forced his smile back at her. “Noted.” He looked around the corner. “Your place is this way right?”

Katie nodded. “I need to prepare for you moving in, and you need to pack. I think we’ll be fine separately for one night.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small wad of green. “Here,” she said, placing it in his hands. “A thank you for now.”

Lance opened his hands and let out a slight gasp at the amount of money he held. “I can’t take this,” he said and reached out to give it back to her. 

“No, keep it,” Katie insisted, pushing his hands away. “We’ll be living together, so you can use it to buy groceries or something.”

Only at her additional prompting did he place it in his own pocket. She was placing a lot of trust in him, the least he could do was return it and take it with grace. If he could find it within himself to do that, it would make his duty as a hero less unbearable. 

“Okay,” he finally said. 

Katie’s lip wobbled. “Thanks again for today. I’m looking forward to hanging out with you a lot more. It reminded me of better days with my brother.”

Lance knew that feeling. So he offered what always helped him, a hug. It began with wrapping an arm around her shoulder. When she wrapped her arms around his waist, he held his tightly around her shoulders. “We both miss our families. I promised I’d help. You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

“Why are you so concerned about helping me? I’m practically a stranger. It’s not your problem,” she sniffled. 

Because it was a hero’s duty. Because he sympathized. Because he was in the right place at the right time.

“Because it's the right thing to do. Fate must have brought us together for a reason.”

Katie was silent for a long moment, then took a deep breath, voice no longer cracking. “You’re a good person, Lance. I can see why your best friend is a hero.”

Lance scoffed. “My best friend is an engineer who lives across the country.”

Katie blinked, crying suddenly stopped but eyes filled with tears and confusion. “Icebound is an engineer?”

Quiznak. 

“Oh! No! My other best friend!” Lance said, backpedaling. He needed to get out of here before he incriminated himself further. He couldn’t tell Katie now and put her in even more danger. “Since Hunk is so far away, I can’t hang out with him much. Heh, I guess it's not too different from hanging out with a superhero. I don’t see him as much as I’d like either.” 

The lie came off a little more easily than Lance would have liked, and it had the desired effect. Katie seemed to buy it. 

“Well, you’ve got me to hang out with now. I’m looking forward to playing video games and showing you all my robots.”

“Perfect!” Lance said spritely. “Well, I’d better get packing. You good to walk home?” He bit his lip - he really should walk her home at the very least. His father would have scolded him. 

“I’ll be fine, I’d rather you get packing. I’ll feel a lot safer once you’re all moved in.”

They exchanged a wave and Lance turned to walk back to his apartment. Guilt churned in his stomach. Would Pidge use this opportunity to strike? Had she been watching them all day?

Lance turned his walk into a jog.

[jae-bummer]

Better that Way

Request: first off welcome back! you and all your writings are amazing 💞 my request would be a fluff/angst scenario with nct jungwoo where he has a crush on the reader and she keeps calling him cute and he doesn’t like it. he wants her to see him as manly. maybe he confronts her after she “flirts” with a more “manly” member and confesses and then she confesses too. ?? thank you! 💗

Pairing: NCT’s Jungwoo x Reader (Featuring Jaehyun) 

Genre: Angst/Fluff

You stood idly in the living area of the NCT dorm, waiting patiently for Jungwoo to put his shoes on. He had planned to take you to lunch in result of losing a heated game of Monopoly last week, and in general, he was a man of his word.

“Where are we going, Jungwoo?” you sighed, crossing your arms before you chanced a look towards him. As per usual, he was already gazing at you, a small smirk pulling at his lips. “And why are you so slow?” 

“I’m so slow because I have the cutest friend distracting me,” he hummed, turning back to his shoes. 

“You’re so greasy,” you grumbled, turning away from him in mock disgust. “But I’ll take the compliment from the king of cute.” 

“Me? Cute?” he asked, lifting a brow. “I am the picture of masculinity.” 

“More like the picture of soft,” you chuckled. “Jungwoo, I’m pretty sure you evolved from a baby chick. You’re so fluffy and pure.” 

“Am not!” he gasped. “I’m...I’m a - manly, dirty man!” 

“Not on your best day,” Taeil said, appearing from the hallway. “Hey, Y/N.” 

“Hey Tae,” you nodded. “Plus, I wouldn’t be telling people you were dirty, Jungwoo.” 

“I have to agree on that one,” Taeil chuckled as he shuffled into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Would you like a drink?” 

Taeil turned, shooting a smile that was worthy of making your heart stop. A blush began to creep on your cheeks as you gave him an embarrassed smile in return. You didn’t have any particular romantic interest in Taeil, but damn him for that smile. Then again, that was situation normal whenever you hung out with almost any member of NCT. 

As you attempted to form your mouth around a response, you felt a strong pair of hands grip around your stomach, and pull you backwards. You let out a small squeak as you plopped into Jungwoo’s lap, his hands wrapping more tightly around your waist. “We’re about to go to lunch! If you drink too much before, you’ll already be full!” 

Your stomach did a flip before settling again. Jungwoo was precious and incredibly kind. Just like Taeil, you had never considered him romantically...until this very moment. Pulled to the warmth of his body, his affection and attention solely on you, felt wonderful. 

So naturally, you needed to escape from the situation. 

“Oh hush,” you sighed, smacking at his hands. His chin dug into your shoulder as he began to pout. Wiggling out of his reach, you moved toward the kitchen, and leaned against the counter. “A water shouldn’t hurt?” 

“Water?” Taeil nodded with another award winning grin. 

“Yeah, because someone is apparently thirsty,” Jungwoo whispered before crossing his arms and continuing to pout. 

“He’s even cute when he’s mad,” Taeil chuckled, pulling a pitcher from the fridge. 

“Quit lying to yourself, Zeus,” you giggled. “Not everyone can be as manly as our Tae here.” 

Taeil grinned as he struck a pose before dissolving into laughter himself. 

Jungwoo furrowed his brow as he turned from the kitchen to gaze at the wall before him, his arms still crossed angrily. 

“If he were a cartoon, smoke would be flowing from his ears,” you hiccuped, hoping your teasing would cause him to lighten up. Instead, his face turned an even darker shade of red. 

“What are you two up to anyway?” Taeil asked, pouring two glasses of water. 

“Grabbing lunch,” you sighed, your eyes incapable of leaving Jungwoo. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him today. As soon as Taeil entered the room, his mood turned much more extreme, something you had never experienced with the gentle man before. “Remember the deathmatch monopoly game we played the other day?” 

“Ah, the one where Haechan left the room crying?” 

“That exact one,” you nodded. “Jungwoo and I were the last two playing and we made a little wager. If I won, he had to take me to lunch. If he won...what were your demands, Jungwoo?” 

Jungwoo remained silent, his attention never budging. 

“He’s quite the pouter, isn’t he?” you muttered, turning to Taeil. 

“When his feelings are hurt, he can get pretty icy,” Taeil said quietly. 

“Well, that’s just silly,” you whispered. “We’re only teasing the same way that we normally do.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be fine at lunch,” Taeil nodded, picking up his glass of water and heading back toward the hallway. “See you.” 

“Bye,” you hummed. Pushing yourself from the counter, you looked up from the floor just in time to not run into Jungwoo. 

“Why is everyone so messy?” he whined, crossing the kitchen and grabbing the pitcher of water Taeil had left out. “Being manly isn’t everything you know!” 

“I’m sorry, did I unknowingly hit a nerve?” you asked, tilting your head. 

“I don’t have nerves to hit,” he muttered. “I’m made of cotton candy and jellybeans, remember?”

“While that sounds delicious,” you chuckled. “I think you’re being a little dramatic.” 

Jungwoo slammed the refrigerator door shut, revealing an impressive side eye before he spun back around. “Ready?”

“Are you two the only ones in the dorm?” you asked, grabbing your coat as you made your way to the door. 

“I think so,” he hummed, grabbing his coat as well. 

“Oh!” you gasped, hopping over your pair of shoes waiting at the door. 

“Oh?” Jungwoo asked, lifting his brows. “Oh what?” 

“Let me grab him!” you hummed, whizzing toward the hall. 

“You want to go to lunch with Taeil then?” Jungwoo grumbled as he followed you. “Would rather spend your time with someone more manly?” 

“No, I just think it’s impolite if we don’t invite him,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. You weren’t sure what had gotten into your friend, but you were quickly growing tired with his sensitive attitude. Today wasn’t any different than any other.  

“Y/N,” Jungwoo said sternly as you heard his feet halt on the hardwood. For a moment you almost didn’t stop, thinking you had misheard the tone he had spoken in.  

Lifting your brows, you spun on your heel, and leveled him with a surprised look. Never in the history of knowing him had you heard him get even remotely serious. 

“Yes?” you said carefully. 

Jungwoo took a deep breath before giving himself a small nod of reassurance. Stomping toward you, he grabbed your wrist, and pivoted both of your bodies toward the wall. Pulling at your opposite wrist with his free hand, he pushed gently against your chest with his. Before you could fully process the situation, Jungwoo had you pinned against the plaster, his face only centimeters from yours. Breathing heavily, he set his jaw, staring intently at you. 

“What...what are you doing?” you managed, overly aware of his breaths heaving against yours. You could barely hear your own voice over the pound of your heartbeat.  

“Eh...I just followed what I remembered guys do in dramas,” he muttered. “When they’re frustrated with someone they’re interested in.” 

“You’re...you’re interested in me?” you croaked. The realization made your heart flutter. 

“Yes, and you hurt my feelings,” he said softly, his grip loosening on your wrists. His hands fell to his sides as he took a small step backwards. His eyes didn’t leave the floor as he began to speak. “I know some guys don’t mind being cute and usually I don’t...cause I know I’m cute, and I know I can be soft, and I love that part of me...but when I see someone making you blush like that...and it’s Taeil hyung...and I know everyone says he’s the manliest of all of us...and then you start comparing us...and even if it’s just a joke...it makes me wonder if that’s why you aren’t interested in me? I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous in my entire life until this afternoon when he smiled at you and I saw your cheeks start to blush...I want to be the only one who can do that to you...and that’s selfish and silly and jees, why am I still talking?” 

You let a coy smile emerge on your lips as you launched toward him, now your turn to make him uncomfortable. 

“Hey!” he gasped, his eyes seemingly doubling in size as either of your hands pressed against the wall around his head. “...what are YOU doing?” 

“You hurt my feelings,” you grinned. “By assuming I didn’t have feelings for you.”

“You...you do?” he stuttered, his eyes darting to every feature on your face. 

“I do,” you nodded. “And not because you’re manly, and not because you’re cute. I like you for your heart and how good your soul is. You are easily the best person I know...” 

“I am?” he asked, his expression one of disbelief. 

You grinned before placing a light kiss on the tip of his nose. “Who cares if you’re soft. I think you’re much better that way.” 

“...and if that’s what you think,” he whispered, a new determined look in his eyes. “Then who cares what anyone else says! My name is Kim Jungwoo and I am the cutest one!” 

“Say it louder!” you giggled. “Really believe it!” 

“MY NAME IS KIM JUNGWOO!” he laughed. “AND I AM THE CUTEST ONE.”

“You are,” you cooed, letting your arms fall, and instead wrap him in a hug. “And I don’t want you to ever think there’s something wrong with that.” 

[gigglyirwin]

You’re On Your Period *5sos Preference*

CALUM

“I think Nancy is going home,” you said, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Calum who was currently cuddled against your back. The laptop was set on the side of the bed, the two of you enjoying a binge session of The Great British Bake Off since he was home and you were suffering from the lovely time of the month that is your period.

You had felt miserable all day, and Calum was doing his best to make you feel better with everything from back rubs to spoon feeding you ice cream in the bathtub. Unfortunately, the cramps were wearing you down this month and you finally caved and downed ibuprofen with a glass of water. So while you waited for the medicine to kick in, you and Cal were having a Great British Bake Off binge.

“No way. Martha is totally going home this week. You saw her signature and her technical!”

“Yeah, but she’s flourished in other aspects. And Nancy's showstopper isn’t that show-stopping. Martha’s is better.”

“What about Richard? Or Luis?”

“I think Richard is going to win overall. And if he doesn’t, I’m going to scream.”

Calum laughed at your statement and pulled you closer to his chest, his hand rubbing gentle circles onto the exposed skin of your stomach.

“I told you Martha was going home!” Cal announced when Sue had given the bad news that Martha was leaving.

You sighed, “she was my favorite! She deserved to win.”

“Baby, are you crying?” Calum asked with a laugh, propping himself up on his elbow to see your face, seeing that in fact, you were crying. “Aww… it’s just a tv show. I’m sure Martha coming in fourth place won’t stop her from baking in the future.”

You turned over in his arms, burying your head into his chest and letting out a few more sobs. He gently rubbed your back through them, though he couldn’t help the giggles that continued to come out of his mouth.

“You’re the worst, Cal,” you groaned, still trying to stop yourself from crying, while he just laughed at you.

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s not funny,” he said, keeping his voice steady.

“You’re lying.”

“It’s cute how invested you are in this show and how much you care about the contestants.”

“Shut up, Calum!” You whined, trying to hide your face in his neck now.

“Okay. Okay. Let’s watch the finale. Can you handle the finale?” He asked,

You nodded and flipped around so your back was to his front again. He leaned over you and pressed the spacebar, starting the final episode.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me like this,” you apologized, drying your tears off on the sleeves of the sweater you were wearing.

“I don’t mind. Besides, if it being this bad means we get to snuggle all night and watch tv, I’m okay with it.”

LUKE

You envied Luke at this particular moment. While you were awake and unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in, he was peacefully snoring on the left side of the bed, body curled into a fetus position with the blankets tucked around him.

One minute you were too hot for blankets and the next minute it was like you were suddenly lying on the cold icy ground of Antarctica and not to mention, you were starving and there was only one thing you wanted right now.

You looked over at Luke one more time before pushing yourself out of the bed and quietly sneaking into the kitchen. You flipped on the light above the stove, then made your way to the cupboard, pulling out the bag of chocolate truffles you had bought earlier that week, in preparation for what was coming.

You jumped up on the counter, carefully opening the new bag. The wrapper was noisy as you peeled it away from the delicious treat, but as soon as it was off you popped the truffle into your mouth, humming softly at the rich taste that washed over your taste buds. You got through three more of the candies and were headed to get a bottle of water from the fridge when Luke appeared in the kitchen entryway.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked arms crossed over his bare chest. Busted.

“I was hungry,” you replied, twisting the lid off of the water.

“Are you going to share?”

“No,” you laughed, sitting back on the counter. “These are my chocolates. I need them more than you do!”

“I just got home from a world tour. I deserve some too!” he playfully argued, stepping closer to the counter and reaching to grab the bag, which you quickly snatched away from him.

“They’re mine! Buy your own!”

“It’s one a.m. Nothing is open at one a.m!”

“Well, you should’ve thought about that earlier.”

“I didn’t want them earlier. I want one now that I see my girlfriend with them.”

“Well too bad, they belong to your girlfriend and not you.”

“Why are you so mean!?” You knew Luke meant it as a joke, but it stung for a second that those words came out of his mouth.

“Why are you yelling at me?” Your voice was louder than you had meant it to be, suddenly defensive at the argument that you knew was supposed to be playful.

“I’m not yelling!” he yelled. “I just want a fucking piece of chocolate.” Luke didn’t grasp that this wasn’t a joke anymore.

“Fine!” you huffed and pushed the bag into his chest. You jumped off the counter and stormed to the bedroom without another word. It was then that Luke realized exactly why you were eating chocolate and why the playful argument turned into something more serious.

“So I was thinking we could watch Mean Girls? And I brought you this,” Luke said, setting up the heating pad as he joined you in the room. “I also got you some water, some paracetamol, and the chocolates.”

“What?” you sniffled, turning over to face him.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “But I’m here to make it better.” He pressed his teeth together in an apologetic smile and you easily forgave him, apologizing yourself as you let the heightened emotions of PMS take control. The argument was long forgotten as the movie started and this time you more than willingly shared the chocolates with him.

MICHAEL

“A girl after my own heart. The only girl I’ve ever known who will willingly play video games and eat pizza on the couch with me,” Michael cooed, plopping himself beside you. “How’re you feeling?”

Michael had been incredibly worried about you all day, practically smothering you the whole time you had been here. You had been dating for five months now and you had avoided the topic of your period for those five months. It was never really that bad, at least not until this month and Michael caught on to something being wrong when you ended up canceling your date last night, choosing to stay home in bed with a heating pad and the most disgusting romance movie you had in your apartment.

Michael called you bright and early the next morning, profusely apologizing and thinking he had done something wrong. When you informed him that you were laid in bed last night with cramps and were not mad at him in the slightest, he quickly invited you over for a movie day, insisting you come in your pajamas and he’d be in his as well.

“I’m feeling alright. Aspirin kicked in,” you said, looking from the paused game to Michael.

“Need anything?” You shook your head at his question. “Are you sure? I can get you coffee or tea or chocolate or ice cream or oh my god you don’t have supplies. Do you need supplies?”

“What?” You chuckled at his rambling. “Michael, no I’m fine. I’ve been dealing with this since I was twelve.”

“But what about supplies? Aren’t you supposed to change something like every three or four hours or something like that?”

“Yeah… but I brought my own,” you said, a small blush forming on your cheeks. “I always keep ‘supplies’ with me,” you added, putting air quotes around supplies. “And I knew you and I were spending all day together today, so I made sure I had extra.” Michael visibly relaxed and you couldn’t help but laugh again.

“I want you to be comfortable. And I want to know what I can do so I can make this monthly visitor better when it does come.”

“Mikey, I’m perfectly content to eat pizza and play video games in our pajamas during this time of the month. And it’s not always this bad. I went four months without complaining once to you about this and we still went on dates during those times. We can still go on dates. This month it was just a little bit worse than the last few months,” you shrugged and turning your body to face Michael.

“Is that normal?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “Wanna keep playing?” You gestured to the tv with the controller but Michael shook his head.

“I’m kind of bored of video games.”

“Michael Clifford? Bored of video games?” You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead “are you sick?”

“No,” he laughed and moved his head away from your hand. “I’d just rather cuddle and talk and support my girlfriend when she’s not feeling well.”

“You’re a big ol’ teddy bear you know that?” You smiled, laying down on the couch and making room for Michael to lay with you. He rolled his eyes, muttering a small “shut up” and wriggling himself into the space, practically pulling you on top of him when he was comfortable.

ASHTON

“Y/N,” Ashton whispered, leaning over you to see if you were awake yet. “Hey, baby wake up.”

“What?” You asked groggily, trying to blink your eyes and focus on him.

“You’re bleeding,” he said.

“What?”

“You’re bleeding. The back of your pants, there’s-”

You didn’t let Ashton finish as you sprang up from the bed. “Shit! Shit shit shit no,” you mumbled, making a mad dash for the adjacent bathroom and locking yourself in there.

Of course, the night you spend over at Ashton’s your period would come early and surprise you. It was a week ahead of schedule and you didn’t bring anything, knowing for sure this wouldn’t happen until it did.

There was a soft knock at the door and you silently wished this was all a dream and not actually happening.

“Y/N? Hey, it’s okay,” Ashton said, his voice muffled through the layers of wood.

“Are you kidding me? God this is so embarrassing.” You hung your head in your hands, hoping the good lord would just take you out right then and there.

“No, it’s not. It happens, I’m not mad or weirded out or anything,” he assured.

“How are you not grossed out? I ruined your bedsheets.” Tears welled in your eyes, wondering how you were ever going to face him.

“Baby, I was raised by a single mum. I have a little sister. I know all about that stuff. Do you need anything? I can bring you your bag.”

You sighed, swallowing hard. “I wasn’t…” you paused and thought about what to say next. “prepared for this to happen this week,” you said slowly.

“Under the sink,” he responded.

“What?”

“Look under the sink.”

You furrowed your brow at his command but pulled back the cupboard doors and noticed the familiar colored box of pads and a smaller one right next to it that you knew were tampons.

“Ash,” you began, already pulling out what you needed.

“Like I said, single mum and little sister. I assume you have a change of clothes in your bag right?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

“It’s outside the door. I’ll meet you downstairs okay?”

You waited until you knew he was gone, grabbing the small duffle you had brought and quickly changing clothes. You washed your face off in the sink, cleaning up the tears. As you left the bathroom you noticed that Ash had already stripped the sheets. You couldn’t resist pulling him into a tight hug when you met him in the kitchen, trying not to let more tears fall out from how sweet he had been.

“Thank you,” you whispered as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Let me know if you need anything else.”

You let go of him and leaned against the counter and watched as he moved around the kitchen to start breakfast for the both of you.