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castiwls · 6 months

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unexplained cases

Paring; dean x reader

Requested; @walkinthefairygarden

Synopsis; working as an FBI agent means you were more than used to the unusual but even some things drew the line as to strange for you. Little did you know two brothers were also on the case, and this would lead you down a whole new rabbit hole.

Notes; this is the longest thing I've written for tumblr holy. this idea is lowkey so fun tho!! requests are open!

Masterlist

You were used to strange. You’d spent the last few years of your life dealing with any and all cases which were deemed slightly too abnormal for a normal investigation. You’d seen things most of your colleagues could never imagine, hell even you couldn't have imagined some of the things you’d seen.

Your time working with the FBI had taught you one thing. People were cruel. Sometimes the worst monsters weren't the ones who lived in the pages of an old Brothers Grimm story, sometimes they were your neighbour or sometimes they were your own family.

It wasn’t abnormal for you to be placed on a case which involved situations where people would go out, have fun, get slightly too drunk and disappear off into the night just to be found the next day in an alleyway by an innocent passerby. More often than not if you found yourself receiving the call that the body that had been found was most likely mutilated in a way that would give most people lifelong trauma.

More often than not after looking around for a little and doing some research into past disappearances you would find a pattern in the victims. They were all young blondes or they were all young men between the ages of 19 and 23. That usually led you to the door of the town's new resident killer who got some sick kick out of killing innocent people and mutilating them to ‘leave their mark’.

But in this case. This was different. It had started out normal enough. Victims in alleyways after nights out. They were all mutilated in some way which led you to the belief that yet again, you had a small-town killer trying to make a name for themselves.

Yet when the bodies began to be autopsided that was when you began to grow confused and…slightly concerned. Nearly all the victims after death had been drained of more the half of their blood and they all had small hole marks on their necks.

The corner had laughed joking. “Seem’s we have a town vampire.” And you laughed along while staring confused down at the marks. They were nothing you’d seen before. Maybe you simply had a killer with a creative streak but the killings still left an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

✧.*

“Another one?” You let a sigh fall from your lips as you mindlessly chewed on your nail. “That's the fifth one this week.” You frowned slightly sitting back further into your seat. The police chief continued to fill you in on the latest victim as you stared down at your laptop. None of this made any sense.

You had a killer. You were sure. But who the hell was draining their victims of more the half of their blood? And where the hell was this blood going? “I’ll be there in an hour.” You nodded to yourself before ending the call and pocketing your phone.

Luckily it didn’t take you long to get down to the bar where the victims all seemed to disappear from. The police chief waved you down as you approached, he passed you a file which detailed the latest victim. “I didn’t know you had a partner agent?” He crossed his arms as spoke.

Your eyes paused on the page as you registered his words. “I don’t,” You said looking up from the file. You started at him confused for a moment. “I’m the only one on this case.” The chief stared back at you his eyes narrowing. “Two other agents came around just before you got here. They said they’d been put on the case after the most recent killing.” He waved a hand at you. “They knew who you were…well claiming to.”

“What were their names?” You racked your mind for a minute trying to think of anyone who could have been placed on this case alongside you but your mind came up empty. Plus if anyone was assigned to help you with this you would have been informed.

“Osburne and Butler.” You looked back down to the file in your hand nodding slowly. You’d never heard of agents with those names before. “Are they still here?” You looked around for a moment before looking back to the chief who nodded before pointing to a black car parked a little down the road.

Thanking him you began to make your way over to the car. Clearing your throat you came to a stop just before the car. The two men quickly turned, clearly shocked by your appearance. Tilting your head you narrowed your eyes. You’d never seen these men in your life. “Osburne and Butler I take it.”

They both exchanged a quick look before the taller of the two nodded. “Uh. Yes. Is-is everything okay?” His tone was masked as concern but you could sense his slight nervousness from the way he shifted. “Yes everything is fine,” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m just wondering why you two think it's funny to pose as FBI agents and walk right onto a crime scene.” You hardened your gaze, watching in slight amusement as the one who had just spoken swallowed looking at his friend for help.

The other man scoffed rolling his eyes at you. “Listen here sweetheart, I don’t know who you think you are but we're not faking anything.” He gestured between him and his friend. “We got put on this case today, you can call our supervisor if you're so bothered.”

You frowned turning your attention to him. “You can’t have been put on this case.” You reached into your pocket pulling out your ID. “Because it’s my case. And in all my time working with the FBI I have never heard of any agents called Osbourne and Butler,” You placed your ID back in your pocket. “And last time I checked they were both pretty old.”

You watched as the smaller man’s eyes widened at your words. You knew Black Sabbath?

They both stared at you for a moment before the taller one smiled grabbing onto his partner's arm. “Excuse us for a minute.” You nodded, a quiet huff falling from your lips.

This was the last thing you needed right now. You watched unimpressed as the two seemed to go back and forth for a minute before the taller one turned back to you. He sent you another smile as he came to stand before you. “We’ll talk to our supervisor and find out what happened.” You nodded, looking back at the other man who was currently leaning back against the car. “Alright,” You nodded.

You bid the two goodbye before walking back towards the bar where you could see the forensic officers beginning to move the body. You frowned to yourself as you looked back down at the file.

Something about the two ‘agents’ seemed off to you. There was no way you wouldn’t have been informed. You watched as the body was taken away no doubt to the morgue which would be your next stop, though your mind was still stuck on the two men you’d just met.

You were 90% sure they were not agents, but before you acted on your suspicions you had to be sure. There was a low chance they maybe were who they claimed to be and somehow another division had caught wind of the cases and had decided to butt their head in but still never in your career had you seen that happen.

Pulling your phone from your pocket you quickly checked the time. You had more than enough time left to go check the morgue before doing some digging.

✧.*

Your fist banged against the door again for what felt like the hundredth time. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out that there had never been any agents with the names Osbourne and Butler. It also hadn’t taken you long to find a case from a few years ago that involved another strange span of killings which had ended with the killer supposedly dead.

Just as you raised your fist again the door suddenly swung open. The man’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at you. He opened his mouth but you quickly cut him off raising a finger. “Dean Winchester. Right?” You smiled sweetly at the man who simply gapped at you for a moment.

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Like we said yesterday, we got put on this case just like you did alright? Now I’d appreciate it if you didn’t show up unannounced.” He sent you a small smirk. “If you really have an issue take it up with your supervisor.”

You pursed your lips nodding. “Really?” You held up a file watching his face drop slightly. “Because this says, different Dean.”

You pushed the file you’d been holding into his hands, crossing your arms over your chest. “According to this, you died a few years back. Yet. You look pretty alive to me.”

Dean looked down at the file before looking back up at you. “This.” He waved the file. “Was a misunderstanding.” He glanced down the hallway seemingly relieved seeing that you were alone. “How did you find us.” He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

You could tell by his body language that he didn’t trust you. The way he glared at you was enough to tell you that he was less than friendly. Though you couldn’t deny the slight pull you felt towards him.

You’d noticed him back at the bar but had kept a professional facade knowing that you had bigger problems. Though now being closer to him you finally were able to get a good look at the man and it only confirmed your thoughts from before. He was very attractive.

“That doesn’t matter. I’m more concerned about why you and your brother are pretending to work for the FBI.” You tilted your head as you questioned him. Dean rolled his eyes moving to lean against the doorway. “Well. Like you sweetheart, we were also doing our job.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You narrowed your eyes thinking for a moment. “Your job?”

He nodded a small smirk growing on his lips. “What job could you possibly have which would require breaking the law.” Just as he opened his mouth to respond the trill of a phone ringing. Reaching into your pocket you pulled out your phone a small sigh leaving your lips as you noticed the caller's ID. “Again.” You mumbled exasperated before sliding your finger across the screen.

Taking a step back from the doorway you watched as Dean’s gaze softened slightly. He stepped to the side before gesturing for you to come into the room. Furrowing your brows you stood for a moment, listening as the police chief began talking about yet another kill.

Deciding he seemed relatively harmless you took his offer. When you’d first come you’d been under the opinion that Dean Winchester may have been your killer, and his hostile attitude upon seeing you had only furthered that belief. Yet getting another phone call while he was standing before you made you begin to rethink your original suspicions.

Taking a seat on one of the beds you sighed. “Two victims,” Dean closed the door before moving to stand a few feet from you. “Alright. I’ll be there in an hour.” You ended the call before groaning. Two victims completely threw your pattern off.

You looked around the room for a moment as you spoke before a thought hit you. Dean hadn’t been alone yesterday and you’d read on his file that he had a brother. “Where’s your brother?” You looked back over to the man who was watching you from his spot.

“He’s getting food.” Dean shrugged. “So two more victims huh.” He pushed. You nodded. “Yea. Why do you care anyway? What are you some kind of true crime fanatic.” He laughed quietly shaking his head.

“Oh no. It’s a bit more complicated.” He came to sit beside you, passing the file back. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention the whole me not being dead to your boss.” You pursed your lips. “Why would I do that?”

Dean Winchester being alive was very strange to you, but it wasn’t your issue. “Because we can help each other.”

Dean gestured between you both. You stared at him confused for a moment. You needed to solve this case, and soon. Too many people were dying and you still had little to no leads on who it could possibly be that was committing these crimes. You thought it over for a moment. You were breaking so many rules even being here. You should have reported this to your supervisor straight away but you’d been curious.

“Me and my brother, we deal with stuff like this all the time. We can help but I need you to promise not to try and shoot me if I tell you what we actually do for a living, alright?”

✧.*

Working with the Winchesters was… interesting.

You really hadn’t thought your life could get any stranger, yet here you were staring down at the bodies of three men. Turns out Sam and Dean Winchester had actually not been FBI agents and instead they spent their time traversing around the country killing ‘monsters.’

You initially laughed in Dean’s face calling him crazy before attempting to leave but he’d been quick to stop you. He’d then sat you down and pretty much showed you every piece of evidence they had to suggest that these killings were far from normal.

“A vampire?” You stared at him astounded as he simply nodded. “Yes. And most likely a werewolf. The killings line up.”

You’d not want to believe him but part of you after looking at the evidence knew he had a point. And so that had sent you down a spiral over the last week where you’d learnt of things that you’d only ever known about in your nightmares.

After that, the three of you quickly began comparing notes on the case. In doing this you’d quickly come to find at least three possible culprits. Each of the men had been seen in the club the night of the killings and they were always seen leaving with someone.

You’d surprisingly found yourself beginning to enjoy the company of the two. You normally worked alone during your cases and had always found that you’d worked better alone but during the last few days, you’d found that you actually enjoyed working with others.

Over the last two days, you’d always found yourself steadily growing closer and closer to the older of the two men. Dean Winchester was someone who you’d originally planned to keep at an arm's distance, but that plan quickly fell away.

You’d found yourself spending most of your time interviewing witnesses with him while Sam had stayed back going over your notes.

“Thank you, we’ll be in touch.” You smiled at the older woman as she said her own goodbyes before closing the door. Dean let out a breath as you walked down the porch steps towards his car.

“You still think it could be her son?” You stopped beside the car to face him. Dean crossed his arms nodding slowly. “Yeah. Vamps don’t have to be born. The guy could have been bitten she’d be none the wiser.”

You nodded pulling your lip between your teeth. “Okay. We got our guy.” A wave of relief ran through you as you stood there. For the first time in the case, it seemed like you finally had a strong lead who you were all sure was the killer.

Everything lined up. Now all you had to do was catch the guy. Dean reached into his pocket pulling his keys out. “We should go get Sam before heading to the bar. If he follows his pattern our guy should be there.”

✧.*

“So. Case closed I guess.” You mumbled looking down at the body. Sam nodded from his spot opposite you. “Yeah.” You reached into your pocket pulling out your phone. You looked between the two.

“I’m gonna need to call this in, you two should probably disappear before the cops get here.” You smiled at the two. Sam nodded before looking over to his brother who was still looking down at the body. “How are you gonna explain this?” He asked pushing a hand into his pocket.

“Suicide.” You gestured to the body. “Guy went mad, killed people and then couldn’t live with himself.” You shrugged. “It's more common than you’d think.”

“Thank you. I don’t think I would have been able to do this without your help.” You rubbed a hand behind your neck before turning to Dean. “I’ll make sure your file disappears, just try and not get framed for another murder.” You teased slightly making the two men chuckle.

“I’ll try.” Dean grinned, his gaze settling on you. Over the last few days, you’d noticed the way he looked at you had changed. At first, he’d been hesitant, he’d always looked at you with a sceptical eye as if he was ready for you to flip on them at any moment but over time he’d realised that maybe you actually did want their help.

Maybe you really weren't going to lead him into a trap. And with that realisation, the way he looked at you had softened. He’d let himself become more comfortable in your presence. The way he looked at you now was different again. There was no lie that you felt something towards him.

You’d resigned yourself to the fact that he was just another one of your passing crushes. You’d finish the case and he’d move on. Yet looking at him now you could swear he looked slightly disappointed.

“I’m gonna go wait in the car. I’ll see you there.” Sam nodded at his brother before sending you another smile and walking away. You both watched him go for a moment before you turned to Dean.

Dean didn’t say anything as he turned back to face you. He swallowed before raising a hand. “I guess I better let you call this in before someone sees us.” He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck before he turned and began walking away.

You stood for a moment before beginning to follow him “Dean. Wait.” At your voice, he paused turning to face you. You stopped a few feet from him before taking a breath. You slowly stepped closer until your chests were practically touching.

You heard his breath hitch as he stared down at you, his lips parting slightly. Pushing yourself up you connected your lips with his. His hand wrapped around your waist as your own went to his head.

His thumb rubbed circles against your waist as he slowly pulled back. A slight blush covered your cheeks as you panted softly. “Hey. Why don’t you come with us?” Dean whispered moving a hand to brush against your cheek.

“What?” You gasped, furrowing your brows as you looked at him. His eyes had lit up slightly at the idea and he smiled resting his forehead against yours. “Think about it alright. We’ll stick around for two more days and if you decide you wanna come with…you know where we’ll be.” He pressed his lips against yours again for a moment before pulling back.

You frowned slightly watching him disappear around the corner before your attention turned back to the body. Pulling out your phone you found the chief's number before pressing call. As it rang you found yourself nervously chewing on your nail.

You felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. Stay here and continue working for the FBI and leave behind a man who you were very much falling in love with or take his offer and discover a whole new world.

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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tainted angel🪽 (pt.4)

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 5

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and dubcon incoming, stalking

ෆ Before you read chapter 4: I will be slightly including her POV in this chapter (or yours since you can gladly imagine yourself being Keigo’s sister as well) and then it goes back on Dabi’s POV again‼️

Her POV (or yours too)

The long hours at college finally came to an end. Without wasting a second, I head home, carrying my books while leaving my friends behind. I am too lost in thoughts to even notice or hear them shout my name. Flying home would be quicker, but that was not an option due to the weather conditions. According to Keigo, I need to be way more experienced if I want to fly in a stormy weather, but I’d rather not risk getting hit by a thunder and set ablaze in the sky. Walking will do just fine.

As if it’s my new obsession, I check my phone every second, waiting for something. For a call, for another message from him. But nothing else was sent after his last message.

Tonight at 10, the alleyway right behind the supermarket. Be pretty for me..

-Dabi

My heart skips a beat at the reminder of that text message. There is no way I will go out and meet him tonight is it? Only if I’m stupid enough.

Which.. I may be.

After having a talk with my brother that day, I realised how much risk I put all of us in. Surely he told me it was not my fault, but in a way or another it was, because I let a stranger in and trusted him so easily.

But how could I not when his clear blue eyes pierce right through my own? He would know if I was lying, I’m sure he could read my thoughts.

It was very weird, the way he captivated me entirely, the way his presence screamed danger and yet I found myself intrigued by him. His husky voice and teasing comments sent a strange heat deep in my core, awakened something in me which I never knew I had. How could someone who I meet for the first time make me feel like this? The way those hands touched me, I still feel their warmth on my body, I still feel his gaze on me even though he is not here at all. Those strange marks on his face decorated with piercings, what could those possibly be?

Keigo told me to stay away from him, not elaborating why, and this is eating me from the inside out. The more I am forbidden to see him, the more I actually want to see him. My brother was very strict about it, I’ve never seen him this serious before, so for sure this has to be some big deal. As the number two hero of Japan, and as my big brother, I trust him deeply. And I want to listen to him, really, I do.

But the way this mysterious man is tempting me, I feel like I’ll fall down a rabbit hole that I won’t easily get out of. My logic tells me to not meet him tonight, it’s basically screaming at me but my so-called heart is pumping vigorously in my chest at the thought of Dabi, butterflies in my stomach almost making me feel nauseous. I am intrigued, thrilled to find who he really is. How did those flowers end up in my room? So many questions getting no answers.

Maybe if I meet him tonight I will get them.

I stay in front of my mirror, examining everything around me. Would he like my cherry scented perfume or my vanilla one? I wonder which dress he would like best, how should I keep my hair..

“What got you so excited? Going out tonight~?”

Startled at the voice, I see Keigo leaning on my doorstep, a smile on his face as he watches the mess in my room and all my clothes scattered on the floor. He was still on his hero costume, I figured he stopped by for lunch and would head back again.

“Oh- not sure if I will I just..” I scratch my neck, avoiding his gaze as I try not to make it too obvious that I’m lying. Guilt is eating me from the inside, but I’m reminding myself that I’m meeting Dabi only because I need answers.

“If you aren’t going anywhere then I figured we can hang out since I’m free,” Keigo says. “You, me, mom.. we can eat dinner somewhere fancy, I know a good place!”

“Oh?” My mouth falls slightly open, and now the guilt is worsening. It’s not often that we all hang out as a family due to Keigo being constantly busy with hero work. It’s getting harder and harder for me to make decisions.

Fuck Keigo, why would you gather us specifically tonight? Is this a sign that I should never meet Dabi?

“I don’t think I can make it..” The words come out of my mouth so suddenly, not even recognising my own voice anymore. “I have an exam tomorrow and I really need to study for that one so-”

What are you even doing? Lying like this. You’re an idiot, a total idiot.

For some reason the thought of Dabi waiting there for me tonight has my heart pumping so hard to the point I can’t even hear my logic anymore.

“Ah shame” Keigo pouts playfully. “But exams are more important, there’ll be other nights to hang out for sure. Seems like it’s gonna be only me and mom tonight then..”

If that ain’t a golden opportunity to sneak out of the house the moment they leave, then I don’t know what is.

Suddenly I feel like the 13 year old girl with strict parents who was not allowed to go out with friends. But this time it’s me, an adult, whose brother warned her, for unknown reasons, to not meet the raven haired guy with sharp teal eyes, who meant nothing but danger. But how can he be so bad when he calls me angel in a way that has me swooning and my mind going blank?

Tonight at 10, when Keigo and mom leave, I will sneak out and secretly meet Dabi. I will be pretty for him just like he asked, I’m not sure what will happen, what we will say or do, but I’m scared and thrilled to find out.

Dabi’s POV

9:30pm. Putting on a hoodie and zipping up my jacket, I head out, barely noticeable by the common folks or heroes walking down the street. For sure I could’ve put on somethin’ better to meet my angel tonight, but I can’t risk getting seen by people. That would be a real pain in the ass.

As I’m heading near her neighbourhood, I stop in my traces.

I should’ve gotten her something, fuck..

Going to a flowershop nearby, I manage to steal a pretty blue rose outside, without the lady inside noticing. It’s nothing much, but once we.. establish things, I will get my angel whatever she wants and more.

Her house is now visible, the area around it dark and quiet as the clock hits 10. The supermarket is nearby, I take my sweet time to see if anyone is around before walking further.

My slow heavy footsteps echo in the empty alleyway behind the supermarket, and not too far away I see the figure of a person in front of me.

So you actually came huh..

I can’t hold back the grin that forms in my face as I look at her, sitting there nervously, checking her phone and looking left and right like some damsel in distress. Coming closer, I notice the short white dress she’s wearing, along with a jacket, her soft golden hair falling down her shoulders. Those pretty legs of hers make me bite my lip, thigh highs sticking nicely on the plush of her thighs that I want so much to sink my teeth in. She turns at me, nervously trying to figure out who I am and backing off a bit.

“Don’t panic, princess” I smirk, removing the hood revealing my dark spiky hair. “Unless you’ve already forgotten how I look like, that would really hurt me~”

“Dabi.. of course I couldn’t forget you” she replies, a smile forming on her lovely face.

“Is it just me or do you get prettier with each day that passes by, angel? Lemme have a look at you, do a lil’ twirl for me..”

She lets out a nervous laugh, rolling her eyes but even in the darkness I can tell she is blushing. My gaze never leaves her body as she does a small twirl, showing her pretty dress.

“Satisfied?”

“Very much” I grin. “Did you get all dolled up for me like this? M’flattered..”

“Ah please, that’s how I dress everyday” she says. “Don’t flatter yourself too much~”

It’s like everything around me vanishes while my eyes lay on her, nothing else matters right now. I grab her hand, pulling her closer towards me. My finger slowly traces her jawline, putting some hair behind her cute ears. Her eyes stare back at mine, it’s the same hypnotised look she gave me that day. It makes her look so.. submissive.

“Forgot to give you this” I whisper, before grabbing the rose and giving it to her. She lets out a small gasp, looking at the rose and smiling softly. Meanwhile I feel like vomiting, being such a gentleman and gifting roses to girls is making me cringe. I am definitely not this type of guy.

But as long as I can make her fall for me..

“Thank you Dabi… this is so pretty! I love blue roses”

“You do? I’ll make sure to leave more blue roses around you then” I pinch her cheek. “Let’s go for a walk now shall we?”

She nods excitedly, her small hand intertwining with mine as she leans on me the entire time. I ask her about her day and college, I let her ramble the whole time as we head towards an empty park nearby. Usually I get annoyed easily when people talk too much, but for some reason I can stand her.

Finding the perfect spot, I go and sit on a bench.

“C’mon.. let’s sit down for a bit”

She comes closer, but stops the moment she notices the other half of the bench was still damp from the rain earlier.

“There’s not enough dry space” she says. “Let’s find another be-”

I pat my thigh with my hand, suggesting for her to sit down. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, before letting out a nervous laugh.

“No, Dabi. I am not sitting on your lap”

“Why not? It’s way more comfy than a nasty bench” I raise my eyebrow, giving her a seductive look.

“Y-Yeah but- wait!”

Without letting her finish her sentence I grab her hand and pull her down on my lap, her warmth already invading my body as I bring her closer to me. One hand goes around her waist to keep her steady, the other on top of her thighs. It’s like the breath leaves her lungs and all she does is stare in shock. I can’t help but chuckle. Her eyes start looking around, probably hoping nobody would be here to see us like this.

“What? You worried or somethin’?”

“No I just.. I don’t think this is okay” she mumbles nervously.

“You’re thinking too much..” I groan, squeezing her thigh. “Nothing’s bad about this. All the benches here are wet so I’m just doing favor here and giving ya some place to sit on”

We stay there in silence for a few seconds as I enjoy having her so close to me, on my lap. I can feel her ass pressed against my crotch, if she starts squirming or moving I don’t think I will handle myself anymore. Especially when she’s wearing this dress..

Such easy access. But I still wanna tear it off.

“You’re really tense, sweetheart” I caress her thigh gently, whispering in her ear. “Calm down will ya?”

“Y-Yeah sorry,” she gulps “It’s just that you’re really warm for some reason..”

“Mm warm.. that sure I am. Probably cuz’ of my quirk, can’t help it honestly”

She turns at me, her eyes full of curiosity. “Oh? I still don’t know what your quirk is, I forgot to ask earlier..and you already know mine though”

“I sure do” I gently tug on one of her white feathers, making her wings flutter. “Just look..”

The white feather is still on my hand as she focuses on what I’m about to do. My fingerstips light up, blue flames flickering and slowly burning up the feather. Her eyes widen in shock, and before the feather burns up completely I put the fire off. Due to the feathers being sensitive, she squirms on my lap and winces in discomfort.

“Sorry angel” I grin, giving the half burnt feather back to her. “Didn’t meant to hurt ya’”

“So your quirk is fire.. woah, and a blue one nonetheless!”

“More like cremation, but yeah. My blue flames are way hotter than the normal ones, y’gotta be careful around me dolly. Don’t flutter those pretty wings too much around me or I might get all hot n’ bothered.”

Her mouth falls slightly open. “Is this a threat?” she whispers, her eyes glued on me.

“It’s a promise” I get closer to her, our noses almost touching together. My fingertips tap on her thigh, getting slightly warmer but not hot enough to burn her. Just warm enough to let her feel it. Her breath hitches, as I bring her even closer towards me now, her tits pressing against my chest.

“Dabi..”

“Mmm” I hum, my face nuzzling in her neck as I take in her sweet scent.

“I-Is this why Keigo tells me to not approach you? I mean, your quirk.. and uhh.. as far as Keigo’s told me flames are our weakest point” she stutters.

“That makes sense. Those pretty wings would burn up on instant” I reply, my hand slowly going further, right under her dress. She puts hers on top, to prevent me from touching her inner thighs, but I do not stop. “Though this ain’t the reason baby, y’see Keigo also associates with Endeavor, and the old man also has fire quirk”

“O-Oh yeah you’re right, sorry that was a dumb assumption..” she scratches her head.

“But I gotta tell you though, your brother may be right at some point. You should not approach me whatsoever, but here you are in some dark empty park, and on my lap.”

I place both her arms on my shoulders. Poor angel is unsure about all of this but yet lets me go further, not sure if it’s from fear or the hidden desire.

“But why?” she whines impatiently to get an answer. “That’s what I wanna know”

My face is now inches away from hers,I feel my cock throbbing in my pants. My hardened bulge is making her squirm away from me but I hold her firmly, not letting her slide off my lap. Her pretty ass is warming me up just nicely, fuck I think I’m gonna cum in my pants.

“I don’t wanna scare you off, princess. To cut things short, I had to do some bad things y’see, or at least what this society considers bad, but for a greater purpose. I don’t want to bore you with my.. activities and ideologies right now”

“Bad things? I mean.. you can still tell me though,”she insists. “As long as you haven’t done something severe such as like.. killing people or so..”

Hah, about that…

I simply ignore her stubbornness, a sinister glint lingering in my eyes as I nuzzle my face back on her neck. My hot breath makes her skin crawl, as I start placing soft pecks, while my hand continues to caress and squeeze her thighs.

“D-Dabi wait-” she stutters, placing her hands on my chest and trying to push me away. I can see the way her chest moves, the way her breathing gets heavier when I place kisses on her jaw, then gently nibbling her earlobe. She squeezes her thighs together instantly, but my hand manages to spread them again as I continue to explore underneath her dress.

“Mmmh what is it baby..” I whisper, now placing open mouthed kisses on her neck, licking and biting her skin, to the point the softests gasps and whimpers escape her mouth.

“W-Wait- I think we’re rushing things..”

She is right, I might be rushing things, but I can’t fucking resist anymore. I grind my hardened bulge up against her ass slowly, while I grunt in her ear.

I can feel the heat of her clothed cunt. My hand reaches her inner thighs, gently grabbing and squeezing the soft flesh.

“Dabi- please..somebody might see. I don’t think we should do this- and not in public!”

“Fuck them all, princess. Mmnnh I just can’t get enough of you..”

She lets out a yelp as I proceed to leave a hickey on her neck, my very first mark on her.

“I think you like this” I smirk at her flushed face.

“I don’t know..” she mumbles shyly. Poor thing, unsure if this is the right or wrong thing to do.

“Has anyone made you feel like this before?” I say, my lips almost touching hers but I don’t lean in for a kiss yet.

“No.. I don’t think so..” she whispers.

“Good” I click my lips, my hand now harshly gripping her inner thigh, my fingers digging on her skin and my knuckles touching her clothed cunt. She lets out the lewdest whine I’ve ever heard.

“I’ll make ya see the damn stars..”

Bzzzt.

Her phone ringing startles her and I let out a low annoyed grunt.

Fuck baby, you just keep moving too much my cock is aching-

Her eyes widen in panic as she looks at the screen. It’s Hawks.

“Oh my god..” she gasps. “Why is he calling now?”

“Jus’ answer him” I say nonchalantly. This is in fact entertaining for me. “Don’t want him to ruin our moment..”

She takes in a deep breath before answering him. It’s funny how she tries to sound calm, as if she hadn’t snuck out to meet her brother’s villain friend.

“Y/N where are you? I’ve been ringing this doorbell for a while” I hear the hero’s voice through the phone.

“Keigo I’m sorry I- I thought you were out with mom?” she replies. I simply rest my head on her chest, holding myself from touching her tits. How fun would that be..

“Yes I am, but she forgot something home so I decided to fly back and get it. And I forgot the damn keys at the restaurant” he groans. “Just open the door, I can’t enter through the windows either they’re all closed”

“Okay but-”

“Baby you’re sweating” I whisper, grabbing her hand as if to reassure her everything will be alright. Though the excited smile on my face is anything but reassuring.

“Kei I’m- I’m not at home. I just.. had to go to the store for a bit.. I’ll be right back”

First there was silence on the other line. Her panicked eyes stare at me, and I nod in approval that she is doing well.

“Store? At this hour?! ” Hawks says. “Y/N.. it is almost 11, there are no stores nearby open at this hour.. and even if there was, a girl can’t just go out on her own so late. What if something happened to you? You know how many villains I fight daily?”

Tch, now he started scolding and being the protective big brother he is. Gimme a break.

“I know Keigo but I’m fine, really. Since I couldn’t find anything I’m just walking home now okay? I’ll be there in a minute”

I can hear Hawks letting out a sigh, and she quickly slides off my lap.

“Alright, but don’t start wandering aro-”

“Oh come on!” I groan, not caring if I was too loud. I grab her phone and hang up on him, and she looks at me shocked.

“Dabi!! He will kill me!! What if he heard you?!” she starts pacing around, anxiety clear on her face.

“I don’t think he heard me, but even if he did, must’ve been the wind,” I grin but she is clearly in no mood for jokes.

“I have to go- we can meet another time at a more appropriate hour okay?” she says, fixing her dress.

“So you do want to meet another time huh?” I say, grabbing her chin and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. “That makes me feel real happy, princess. Now go, before your brother starts looking around for you, we don’t want him to find us together~”

She gives me one last smile before running back home, I still follow after her to make sure she’s arrived safely. Don’t want any villain around to harrass her on her way.

I chuckle, fixing my pants and staring at the bulge, my cock still rock hard as I remember the warmth of her ass on top of me.

Tch. Need to do somethin’ about this quick.

Tags: @mostlyheinous @dabislittlebeaniebaby @touyalove @awalkingshame @dabihawksluva @syrenkitsune

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Hey, long time no see 👀, hope you're doing good, I was just wondering can ya write reader x 141 konig, ale, rudy,keegan like reader and them pleasuring themselves, and suddenly reader's get a important call from parents or office etc in middle of, you know. And how do they react to it. (I believe ghost would pick and let the reader talk, while going into hard mode not giving chance to reader to talk)

No rush take your time,and thanks for your previous works, I missed your work btw....and hope you doing and fine

Pairing(s): 141, König, Alejandro, Rudy & Keegan x F!Reader

Category: Smut (18+) Warnings (where do I even begin?): Female Anatomy, Missionary, Mating Press, Doggy Style, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Kitchen Sex, Oral Sex (F! Receiving), Breeding Kink, Cockwarming, Edging, Spanking, Squirting, Creampies (You Know the Drill), Clit Play, Brat!Reader x Dom!König, Brat Taming, Pet names, Cursing, Dark Humor, Semi-Exhibitionism/Full Exhibitionism Word Count: 6k+

A/N: Hello hello! Thank you for your request! I’m doing well, thank you! 🥰 It’s been a while since I’ve written something, so it feels good to get back into it. I apologize if it gets repetitive (been a while since the creative juices have been freely flowing). Translations will be in these brackets [ ] I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: (M/N) = Mom's Name, (B/N) = Boss' Name, (S/N) = Sister's Name, (F/N) = Friend's Name.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

König

“K-König!” your voice rang out inside his room as his hips met with your ass. His hands smoothed over your lower back as he dragged his thick, veiny length along your gummy walls.

“Ja, liebling?” he mused above you as he slowly pumped his cock inside your juicy hole [Yes, dear?]. You moaned as you gripped and clawed at the bedsheets, his massive thighs rubbing against the back of yours as he kept your back arched and ass raised in the air. Your head was spinning as he refused to let up on your puffy cunt, your hole completely swollen from how long he’s been edging you with his fingers and stiff cock.

“P-Please, let me cum,” you begged him as tears of overstimulation slipped down your hot cheeks. He chuckled lowly behind you as he snapped his hips forward, his heavy, round balls bouncing against your drenched sex.

“Think you deserve to finally cum, hm, Sergeant?” König lilted before he leaned close to your ear. “Even after disrespecting my orders?” he added before slapping your ass. You cried out as the mark stung on your bum, his hand pressing down on it as he kept a steady pace. You turned your head to the side and wiggled your hips.

“Please, daddy, I promise not to do it again,” you pouted. König’s thrusts stuttered as he narrowed his icy blue eyes. He bared his teeth before suddenly pounding away inside of your pretty pussy, his large hands keeping you grounded as he stretched out your hole. You moaned loudly as the bed threatened to break beneath the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Yes, yes that’s a good kleiner Hase-ah, Scheiße,” your Colonel groaned as your pussy hugged his massive length [little rabbit; shit]. You drooled onto his sheets as you felt your muscles tense, each one begging for relief as the squelching of your sexes only grew louder and louder…only to be interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. You whimpered as König kept his brutal pace, his mouth quickly shaping into a sadistic grin.

“Answer it,” he ordered, grabbing the phone and pushing it next to your head. You blinked, lips parted in disbelief. He cocked a brow before slapping your ass again, causing you to lurch forward. “If you don’t, then I won’t let you cum,” the Colonel snarled as he slowly pulled part of his cock out. Your eyes widened as you hastily pressed the answer button, shoving the phone up to your ear.

“H-Hello?” you answered before a gasp left you as König began to pound his cock inside of you once again. Your other hand clenched around the bed sheets as you heard the person on the other side of the phone clear their throat.

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s Horangi,” the man said. Your eyes grew into the size of dinner plates as a loud squelch ripped through the room. Your voice wavered as you blinked away the hot tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“H-Hi Horangi,” you whined as your Colonel reached around your stomach to pinch your clit. You could imagine the wide smirk on his face as he rutted into you.

“König’s supposed to be leading a debriefing right now. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, do you?” Horangi asked. You sputtered and choked as the bubble inside you was ready to burst.

“I-I don’t-” your throat tightened as you felt the head of his cock rub against your spongy g-spot.

“Everything alright?” Horangi asked. Your tongue threatened to roll out of your mouth as you panted like a dog in heat.

“Mhm,” you gasped as you squeezed your eyes shut. You screamed as König snapped his hips forward with one final, powerful thrust. His name was chanted from your lips as your vision turned white, your juices squirting onto his cock and your shivering thighs as you came violently. Your moans and cries continued as König gave a few more sloppy thrusts before growling and releasing rope after rope of his seed inside your cunny. You felt so dizzy as you caught your breath, body trembling with pure bliss as your jaw went slack. Your head fell limp onto his bed as König grabbed your phone.

“Sorry about the delay, Horangi. Tell the team I was straightening out a new recruit,” he explained, voice gravely and strained from his release.

“C-Copy,” Horangi said before quickly hanging up. König grinned as he slid your phone onto his nightstand. Your body felt so limp as he pulled out of you and quickly slid his clothes back on.

“Bleib hier – ich bin noch nicht fertig mit dir,” he rumbled [Stay here-I’m not done with you yet].

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

You were just trying to cook breakfast when you felt two strong hands on your waist and your boyfriend’s lips on your cheek.

“You know how dangerous it is when you wear my shirts in the morning,” Kyle husked into your ear as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. You blushed as he rolled the fabric up, revealing your sticky folds glistening beneath the kitchen lights. He raised his brows as he chuckled. “Fuckin’ hell,” he cursed. His hand reached over to turn off the stove before guiding you to the counter.

“B-But what about-”

“I’ve got my breakfast right here,” Kyle groaned as he pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free. Your mouth watered as he positioned your hips just right for him to slip inside you. Your hands gripped the counter as you adjusted to the sudden fullness inside you.

“Like how fill you up, yeah lovie?” he groaned as he stuffed you down to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back as his hand wrapped around your waist, his two fingers pinching and rubbing your engorged bundle of nerves.

“Yes,” you moaned, your walls fluttering around Kyle’s dick. You shuddered as his face fell onto your shoulder, his hot breath cascading down your neck as he started to rock his hips, his balls slapping against your folds. The groans that left his lips were downright feral as he claimed you against the counter.

“Wanna fill this pretty pussy with my cum,” Kyle grunted, his other hand balanced on your hip as he railed into you. You whimpered at the sentiment, the thought of his cum leaking out of your stretched hole sending shivers down your spine. Your face well when your phone started to ring.

“K-Ky,” you whined as you glanced down at your phone.

“Mmm?” he groaned, his lips attached to your pulse. You tried to maintain a straight face as arousal leaked down your thighs.

“I-It’s my dad,” you bit your lip. Kyle looked up, his expression slightly annoyed.

“Can’t he wait, hun?” your boyfriend groaned as he pushed down on your clit. You winced as he massaged your tender button before shifting your gaze back to your phone.

“It’s about his surgery,” you replied. Before you knew it, Kyle’s other hand flew forward and clicked to answer the phone. Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped.

“Hey pumpkin,” your father said on the other side. You gulped as Kyle shallowly pumped his cock into your soaked, pulsing heat. You cleared your throat, trying to push down a moan that threatened to burst from your lips.

“H-Hi dad,” you said as you gripped the counter, Kyle’s heavy balls caressing your puffy folds as he gave a gentle thrust.

“You alright, kiddo?” your father asked. You bit your lip as you felt the pressure of Kyle’s mouth sucking over your pulse.

“Y-Yeah! I-I’m sorry, but I have to go in a bit,” you strained as you felt your boyfriend’s cock massage your aching walls. Your father grunted.

“No worries, kiddo. Just wanted to let you know that the surgery went well. Should be a few days before they let me outta here,” he explained. You were glad the phone was still on the counter, as you would’ve dropped it when Kyle began to rock his hips at a faster pace, his cock sheathed down to the hilt with each thrust. You gasped and nodded, your knuckles paling as you desperately clung to the countertop.

“That’s great, dad,” you tried to say through a tense smile. Your father hummed.

“Well, I’ll let you go then since you have to leave,” he sighed. You bit your lip as Kyle’s fingers began to pinch and rub your clit, each stroke matching that of his cock slamming deep inside you.

“Okay, dad. Bye!” you swung your hand forward and pressed the hang up button just before you reached your peak. Kyle grunted as he stilled inside you, spilling his seed with a feral groan. Once both of you came down from your high, you turned your head and glared. Kyle’s smile faltered, though he still gave a small chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Least you know he’s alright,” he shrugged.

John Price

“That’s it, just relax your legs for me, sweetheart,” John murmured as his thick cock stroked your plush walls. Your breathing stuttered as you heard the unmistakable squelch with every push and pull of his thick member, his cum from the first two rounds creating a pearly white ring around your sexes. You keened as John kept your legs up, knees flush against your shoulders while he worked on pumping another load of fertile cum deep into your womb. His beard scratched the side of your cheek as he leaned down, his toned stomach brushing over your clit.

“You’ve been wanting a baby for a while, and it’s about damn time I gave you one,” he nearly growled. His feral tone sent you reeling as he snapped his hips forward. “Oh fuck, my sweet, sweet wife. Gonna look so pretty with my baby inside you,” John groaned. His words sent shivers down your spine, a small whine falling from your bitten lips. It’s true-you have been wanting a baby for some time now, but with John going on missions that were longer than normal, it was constantly postponed. That, and your mother wouldn’t stop nagging you about not giving her any grandbabies.

Before you could tell him how good his cock felt inside of you, your phone began to vibrate on the nightstand. John’s blissful expression shifted as he glanced over.

“It’s your mum,” he said, voice gruff and impatient.

Speak of the devil.

“J-Just let it go to voicemail,” you puffed. Your husband’s perturbed frown suddenly shifted into a wry smirk. You gasped when he pulled one of his hands away from your thigh and grabbed your phone. It felt like all of the color left your face when he hit “answer”.

“Oh, hello (M/N),” John said, his voice even and casual. Your brows furrowed as he grabbed your thigh again and rocked his hips forward, the phone perched between his cheek and shoulder.

“(Y/N)?” he glanced down at you and grinned. “Sure, I’ll put her on,” John smiled. “Uh-huh, you too,” he replied before sliding the phone to your ear. Your face felt red hot as he picked up the pace a little, your pussy spasming as you tried to focus.

“Hi honey!” your mother sang. You blinked and looked up at the ceiling, praying that she didn’t hear your bed creaking or the obviously lewd squelching of your lovemaking.

“H-Hi mom,” you said in a strained voice. Your mother paused.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “You’re breathing pretty heavily,” the woman added. You tried to snap your lips shut as you closed your eyes, a strong thrust of John’s cock sending arousal bursting through your core.

“Y-Yeah, just…working out,” you said through nearly gritted teeth.

“Oh, I won’t keep you on for long, then,” she said. John growled lowly as he sucked a tender hickey against your pulse, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your swollen cervix. “I was just wondering if you’d like to have a mother-daughter day this Saturday afternoon?” she asked with a twinkle of hope in her voice. You snapped your lips shut as a loud moan threatened to burst from your throat when John pressed his body flush against yours, grinding his abs on your clit once more.

“Sure, sounds great,” you seethed. Your mother hummed.

“Alright hon! Maybe we can talk about ways to convince that husband of yours to finally give me a grandbaby!” she chuckled. You and your husband exchanged glances as you bit your lip.

“Yeah, that sounds good-oh, shit!” you whined as you felt a stream of hot, sticky cum flood your sweetly fucked hole.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” your mother asked frantically. John’s face glowed with pure bliss as he stiffened above you, filling you with another load of his spend. You shivered and licked your lips.

“Just tripped-I’ll be fine, mom,” your voice wavered. There was a brief pause before your mother hummed again.

“Alrighty then. Let’s say 1 PM at Rookwood?” she asked. You nodded, your other hand desperately clawing at the sheets as John started to set a steady rhythm once more.

“Yepsoundsgreat! SorrymombutIreallyhavetogo!” you said before turning your face to the side and clumsily pushing the hang-up button with your nose. John rumbled above you before shoving his mouth down onto your plump tit. You screamed as he snapped his hips forward, your walls convulsing around his heavy length as he groaned and greedily sucked on your nipple. Your legs shook beneath his rough hands as he squeezed them tightly, his face one of pure bliss as your walls hugged his cock. Once your high faded, John glanced up at you with wide pupils. He licked his lips and sighed.

“Don’t think you’ll be needing to have that conversation with your mum,” he smirked.

Keegan P. Russ

“Doin’ so well warming my cock, baby,” Keegan muttered before gently kissing your temple. You whined as his hand moved down to paw at your ass, his other preoccupied with the paperwork set in front of him. “Just a little bit longer and I’ll give you what you want,” Keegan husked into your ear. Hot tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you bit your lip.

“B-But you said that thirty minutes ago,” you keened. He’s been keeping you on his lap for about an hour now. Seeing you come home exhausted from work, and him being knee-deep in his own, Keegan thought it would be good if you “took a break” and “helped him relax”. You gasped when he squeezed your ass, his fingers tugging at the supple flesh.

“I know, hun-but I mean it this time,” your lover said before pecking your cheek again. You tilted your head up as you held in another whine. After a few more minutes, Keegan sighed and wrote down a few things on one of the papers. “Thank God,” he muttered as he pushed the stack away from him with disgust. His dark eyes wandered back to you, his free hand coming up to stroke your back.

“You ready for me, baby?” he murmured. Your head shot up as you nodded violently. He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours. “Mmm,” he sighed as he tilted his head, capturing you in an even deeper kiss. It wasn’t long before you were bouncing on his cock, his hands gripping your delicious hips as he rutted into you. Both of your moans reverberated inside of the small home office as you were completely enraptured in each other’s pleasure.

“Mm fuck baby,” he slapped your ass, causing you to yelp and speed up a little. “Look so pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock like this,” Keegan said with a lazy, sideways grin. Just as you squeezed your eyes shut, your ringtone blasted through the air. You nearly jumped off of his lap to grab it, yet his grip kept you glued to his hips.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbled. You blinked as you gazed between your phone and your lover.

“It’s for work-the report’s due tomorrow,” you frowned. “I can’t miss this,” you added. Keegan’s face was frozen in a pensive expression. Just when you thought he’d let you go, he kept one of his hands on your hip while the other reached over to the phone. You watched in horror as he answered it and put it on speaker.

“(Y/N)?” your coworker asked. You glared at your boyfriend before your breath hitched as he shoved your nipple into his mouth. You gripped onto his shirt as he licked and sucked on your sensitive breast.

“Y-Yes, I’m here,” you replied. Your coworker paid no mind to your shaky voice as they gave you an update on the reports expectations. You nodded along, your mind trying to swim through the fog of arousal as Keegan began to bounce you on his cock once more.

“Are you cooking something right now?” your coworker asked after a brief pause. Your eyes widened while Keegan gave a shit-eating smirk against your tit.

“Y-Yeah,” you threw your hand over your mouth as the head of his cock brushed against your g spot. Your coworker laughed.

“Alright, I’ll let you get back to it, then,” they chuckled. “Just make sure to have that done before tomorrow morning,” your coworker added.

“Mhm, you bet. Bye bye,” you replied. Thankfully your coworker was the one to hang up first. Before you could chew Keegan out, he pressed his lips against yours, the steady throbbing of his cock inside your pussy sending a few sparks flying through your core.

“You’re going to have to wait a bit to finish that report,” Keegan muttered.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“Fuck, lovie,” Simon groaned as his hands gripped your waist. You were panting and moaning beneath him, legs spread far apart as he slammed his meaty cock deep inside your squelching cunt. You swallowed thickly as he gazed into your eyes, his stare half-lidded and full of lust. “Been thinkin’ about bein’ in this pussy for so fuckin’ long-fuck,” he grunted as your walls spasmed around his shaft. You whined at his confession, wondering if he pleasured himself while he was deployed. The thought made a wave of slick gush out of your cunt, soaking his plump balls.

“So fuckin’ perfect, grippin’ and huggin’ my cock,” Simon panted as he sped up, his hands moving to throw one of your legs over his broad shoulder. Sweat dripped down his face as he pounded away into you, the room filled with both of your grunts and moans as he brought you closer to your release.

“Simon,” you cooed as you threw your head back. He chuckled above you, face now lingering close to yours.

“Gonna cum, lovie?” he mused as one of his thumbs came down and applied pressure to your button. Your jaw went slack as a wave of arousal rippled through you.

“Y-Ye-” the sudden sound of your phone ringing made Simon slow down his movements. You glanced over, eyes widening when you saw it was your boss calling.

“(B/N),” you muttered, your heart sinking quickly. Simon’s nose brushed against your cheek. “Why don’t you go ahead and answer it?” he mused. Your chest grew tight as you shook your head.

“Simon, what the fuck?” you huffed. He simply tilted his head before glancing over.

“Answer it…or I’ll pull out,” he warned. Your heart dropped, not wanting to feel the emptiness inside your cunt. Not when you’re this close. You whimpered as you bit your lip, hands shaking as you answered the phone.

“Hello?” you asked.

“Hey (Y/N),” your boss replied. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as Simon suddenly pounded into you at full force. It took everything in you to suppress the moans and pants that wanted to break free from your throat. “Is now a bad time?” (B/N) asked. You looked up at Simon, his brows furrowed together as he slowly shook his head. You swallowed.

“N-No, now’s okay,” you replied. Your boss hummed.

“Great, because I wanted to go over what you should wear to the formal dinner tomorrow,” he explained. You could hear him lick his lips over the phone, causing you to suppress a scoff alongside your lewd noises. “How about that nice, little red dress you wore a few months ago? It really…accentuates your assets and I think it would really help us get the client on our side,” your boss said lowly. Simon tilted his head at your mildly disgusted expression. You glanced up at him, mouthing the word “nothing”.

“Sure, I can wear the red dress,” you said through a tense, uncomfortable smile. Your boyfriend scowled as he flared his nostrils, putting two-and-two together.

“That sounds-“ you gasped as Simon snatched your phone from you, not slowing down his brutal pace as he growled into the phone.

“You have no damn reason to tell her what to wear, you hear me?” he snarled. Your eyes widened as he snapped back at your boss. You heard your superior scoff on the other side.

“Who the hell is this?” your boss retorted. Simon smirked as he looked down at you, eyes glowing with lust and pride.

“I’m the man whose balls deep inside her pussy. A feeling you’ll unfortunately never get to experience-you miserable twat,” he spat. The other side of the phone was completely silent as Simon let the sounds of the bed creaking and your wet, sloppy pussy squelching fill the brief pause. Your mouth was open yet no sound came out as you watched in shock as he let your boss listen into your fuck session. “Now good day and sod off,” Simon finished before hanging up the phone with a firm nod. Your mind was reeling as your heart sped up.

“Simon,” you breathed. His eyes softened as he put your phone back on the nightstand and kissed your lips.

“It’s okay, love. You don’t have to work for that arsehole anymore,” he sighed as he rolled his hips against yours. Your hands flew up to grip his forearms as he traced your sweaty face with kisses.

“B-But my job…” you trailed off as your mind became more and more overwhelmed with pleasure. Your boyfriend’s eyes sparkled as he fondly cupped your chin.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about that,” Simon said. You tilted your head, his thrusts slowing down as he caressed his lips over yours.

“How would you like to move in with me?” he proposed.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“Easy there, bonnie,” Johnny smirked as you raised and lowered yourself on his thick shaft. Your kids were at their grandparents tonight, leaving you and your husband with some much-needed alone time. A loud squeal flew from your mouth as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. Your thighs burned as they spread across his waist, your ass jiggling against his abs each time you came back down. Your lover hissed as your slick walls fluttered around his girthy shaft.

“Oh fuck, mo chridhe-you’re too good to me,” he groaned before slapping your ass [my heart]. You yelped and arched your back as he took hold of your ass, kneading your flesh in his rough palms. You glanced behind your shoulder to see his face completely fucked out; his pupils blown wide as he kept them glued to where your wet sexes joined. You whined as Johnny began to thrust up into your cunt, his thumbs pressed into the meat of your ass as his fingers spread to grip your hips.

“J-Johnny,” you whined as you rubbed your clit. Each tug of his cock along your walls made your head spin, the room blurring as pleasure pumped through your veins. He grunted behind you, his balls bouncing below your snug sex as he rolled his hips up.

“Come with me, bonnie,” he groaned. You gasped as you moved even faster, your hole stretched and soaked as Johnny’s cock twitched inside of you.

Your ringtone cut through the air like a knife. The two of you stopped as it continued to ring.

“You gonna get that?” Johnny chuckled. You scoffed and shook your head.

“Hell no,” you groaned as you grind your pussy down on his cock, desperate for your release. The second you heard Johnny pick up the phone, your entire world froze. He smirked as he held it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he answered in a sing-song voice. His brows perked up. “Oh, Mrs. Duncan! Always lovely to hear from ya,” Johnny hummed, giving you a small wink. Your nostrils flared as your pussy burned and ached for relief. “Uh-huh…actually, (Y/N)’s right here!” he beamed. He nodded slowly as he wore a shit-eating grin. “Of course! I’m sure she’d love to talk about the Parent Council bake sale,” Johnny smirked as you shook your head. You clenched your walls around his length, causing him to suppress a groan.

“Sure, here she is,” he grunted out before handing you the phone. You narrowed your eyes before bringing the phone up to your ear, quickly putting on a smile.

“Elsie! Such a pleasure to hear from you!” you chirped. Johnny snorted behind you, making you squeeze his cock again.

“Hi (Y/N)! Just calling to confirm that you’re bringing the snickerdoodles and sugar cookies to the bake sale next Wednesday?” she asked. You gasped as your husband rolled his hips, his cockhead pushing against your swollen cervix.

“Y-Yes!” you froze and cleared your throat. “I mean, yes, I’ll bring them to the bake sale. Two dozen each,” you said. You nearly yelped as Johnny started to thrust up into your sloppy cunt again, his arm snaking around and pressing down on your swollen clit.

“Great! I know they’re going to be a hit just like they were last year,” she hummed. You nodded, your free hand clenching into a fist as you bit the inside of your cheek.

“T-Thank you!” you said before nearly squealing as Johnny sat up, now taking full control of bouncing you in his lap. You prayed that she couldn’t hear the soft “plap” of your sexes or your husband groaning into your other ear. You heard Elsie clear her throat.

“Of course. Thank you again and see you next Wednesday,” she said. Your lungs burned as you tried to hold back a moan as he circled your clit even faster, his cock pulsing deep inside your wet walls.

“Y-Yep! See you!” you smiled tensely before quickly hanging up. You threw your phone at the end of the bed like it was a ticking time-bomb just as Johnny slammed you down on his hips for the last time. Your eyes rolled back as your pussy contracted and milked him dry, his cum painting your walls a creamy white as his lips curled against your neck.

“Making love to you will always be sweeter than your cookies, my dear,” Johnny said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and pinched his arm playfully, making him laugh.

Alejandro Vargas

“That’s it, mi amor,” Alejandro encouraged, his dark eyes locked on you pushing two of your fingers inside of your messy cunt. A deep rumble reverberated in his chest as he watched you glide them in and out of your tight hole. “Keep spreading yourself wide open for me,” he grunted as he licked his lips, pushing you down on the bed as he unzipped his cargo pants. You whined as you curled your digits against your g-spot while he rubbed the tip of his member with his calloused thumb. Alejandro grunted as he pumped his cock, knowing how much both of you wanted it to be inside your plush walls.

“M-Mierda,” he moaned as his Adam’s apple bobbed [S-Shit]. The salty precum leaking from his tip threatened to drip over the fingers currently stuffing your cunt as the two of you lost yourselves in self-pleasure. Alejandro rested his forehead against yours, his breathing stuttering as he narrowly ground his cock against your clit.

“So beautiful when you’re all spread out like this,” he grunted, voice raspy and full of an insatiable hunger. A high-pitched whine fell from your mouth at his words, your mind reeling as you watched his cock twitch in his grasp. Your juices gushed as you pushed another digit deep inside your snatch. He closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of your perfume and sweat. “Come on-cum with me, mi vida,” Alejandro panted as he positioned his burning cock right over your mound. His lips found yours just as your familiar ringtone blared in your ear. His blissful expression fell as it continued to ring.

Your lover’s eyes flicked over to the nightstand before he snatched your phone. His eyes glanced up as if saying a quick prayer.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your fingers still plugged knuckle-deep inside of your cunt. Alejandro looked back at you.

“It’s (F/N),” he sighed. You frowned as you tried to take the phone from him, yet he pulled it away. “Mi amor,” Alejandro said as his brows knit together.

“Please? I know she talks a lot, but she said she had to call me about something important earlier,” you said, letting your digits slip out of your hole with a wet squelch. Alejandro glanced between you and the phone before he sat up on his knees, sighing as he handed it over to you.

“Gracias, Papi,” you said before answering your phone [Thank you, daddy].

“Thank GOD you picked up!” your best friend gaped. You chuckled quietly.

“Hi (F/N),” you answered. You gave your boyfriend a strange look as he spread your knees apart, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“Oh my God (Y/N), I have to tell you about this sexologist I found!” she announced loudly. Your throat instantly grew tight as Alejandro slipped the head of his cock past your damp folds, its girth stretching open the rim of your entrance. You ran your hand over your face.

“(F/N)…is this the ‘important thing’ you were telling me you’d call about?” you exasperated as Alejandro slipped his cock inside, spreading your walls wide open with his throbbing dick. His face twisted with pleasure as he bottomed out inside of you, his balls resting against your puckering asshole.

“Yep! His name is…” her voice trailed off as Alejandro gently rocked his hips, his member pulsing inside of you as he fucked your tender hole, your slick bubbling around the seam where your sexes were joined. You puffed out a breath of air, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to concentrate.

“I could get you and Alejandro an appointment with him if you’d like!” (F/N) beamed. You glanced up at your boyfriend, the ripples of pleasure coursing through your body sending you closer to the edge of bliss.

“You know, I think we’re okay,” you said, winking at Alejandro when he opened his eyes and gave you a confused look. Your friend hummed.

“You sure?” she asked. Your lips snapped into a straight line when your lover pushed his hips down, grinding them over your swollen clit as he angled his cock to tenderly rub against your g-spot.

“Pretty sure!” you yelped with a strained voice.

“Suit yourself! Oh, I gotta go. See you for brunch on Sunday?” (F/N) asked. You arched your back as Alejandro grabbed your hips and started to thrust even deeper into your pussy, growling and groaning all the while.

“Yep! See you then!” you replied. You hung up before she said goodbye as Alejandro went full-force, pounding your pussy raw. Your eyes rolled back as you quickly came, your body already riled up from pleasuring yourself. You panted as your walls contracted around Alejandro’s cock, pulling a moan from him as his cum drenched your walls. You opened your mouth once your high subsided, only to be quieted by a passionate kiss. You melted in your lover’s gentle touch as he caressed your lips with his.

“¿Lista para la segunda ronda?” he purred [Are you ready for the second round?].

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

“R-Rudy, fuck,” you gasped as you stared at your love eating your pussy like a starved man. His eyes were glossy as he gazed into yours, his tongue lapping at your juicy slit.

“Mi vida-eres más dulce que la miel,” he whined before pressing his lips over your slick folds [My life-you are sweeter than honey]. Your hands flew to grasp at his short, dark hair as he sloppily made out with your cunt, his lips engorging over your mound as his tongue shallowly thrusted into your tight hole. His hands kneaded the supple flesh of your ass as he tugged your body forward, his dark eyelashes coated with tears as he moved his head back and forth. Your hips raised as you felt the muscles in your lower belly start to tense, your legs shaking as you hooked them over his upper back.

“Shit, Papi,” you whined as his thumb came up to slowly rub your tender clit. Rudy closed his eyes as he tongue-fucked you even faster. His hands squeezed your bum roughly as he opened his mouth, ready to drink your sweet nectar. A moan was ready to rip from your throat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

RING. RING. RING.

Your eyes snapped open as your phone buzzed on the couch cushion next to you. Rudy whimpered as you shifted to look over. You sighed and threw your head back.

“Shit, it’s my sister,” you groaned. Your husband released his grip on your pussy with a slick “pop”.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, his brows furrowed together. Your phone continued to ring as you clenched and unclenched your hands.

“Yes-she wanted to let me know her pregnancy test results,” you bit your lip. Rudy’s lips twitched for a moment. In one swift motion he answered the phone and handed it to you with a gentle smile. You smiled at his sweet gesture as you brought it up to your ear.

“Hi (S/N)-” you gasped when you felt the soft, gummy texture of your husband’s tongue lick a bold stripe over your slit. Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone.

“Hey (Y/N)! I’m not interrupting anything important, am I?” your sister asked. Heat rose to your face as your love suddenly flattened his tongue over your clit, giving you the most sincere puppy-dog eyes of his life. You pushed down a moan as you shook your head.

“N-No. What’s up?” you asked, biting your bottom lip as Rudy puckered his lips around your engorged clit.

“Okay…so I got the test results, and…” your sister paused dramatically just as he shoved his entire wet muscle inside of your tight hole, moaning softly against your folds. You had a vice grip on your phone as you gazed up at the ceiling, knowing that if you looked into your love’s chocolate brown eyes that the cord inside you would surely snap.

“…you’re going to be an auntie!” (S/N) cheered. You gasped as Rudy rubbed your clit with the tip of his nose as he dragged his tongue along your walls, thankful that you had your sister’s news as a cover.

“That’s wonderful!” you said before clamping your hand over your mouth, the tip of your husband’s nose was replaced with the increasing pressure of his thumb. Your sister squealed excitedly on the other side of the phone.

“I know!” she exclaimed. There was a brief pause on the other side as someone else had a conversation with her. “Oops, sorry! Have to get back to work,” (S/N) said sheepishly. Just as you were about to say goodbye, you felt the cord finally snap into a million pieces. You bit the inside of your cheek as your legs shook around Rudy’s head, your cunt clenching as Rudy eagerly swallowed your juices.

“You’re good! S-See you later!” you said as your jaw tensed.

“See ya sis!” your sister said. Your legs continued to shake as you hung up, the balls of your feet pressed into his back as you rolled your hips forward. Your husband sighed happily before giving your folds a gentle kiss, his hands fanned over your thighs. The glare you gave him was damn near deadly-what he said next didn’t help, either.

“Deliciosa, como siempre,” he said with a mischievous smile [Delicious, as always].

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Sweet Home Indiana Part 10

The last chapter my lovelies! It has been a long road to get here, but we made it. Thank you to everyone who comment, liked, or reblogged. I read and appreciate each one.

Chrissy and Robin get their wedding and Steve and Eddie get their happily ever after.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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Eddie, Steve, and Robin waited at the airport, just outside of security waiting for Chrissy’s plane to land.

“This is ridiculous,” Robin huffed, crossing her arms and looking down at her feet. “I hope you know that.”

Eddie and Steve just grinned at each other.

She rolled her eyes. “I forgot how disgusting you two could be when you got together.”

“That’s homophobic,” Steve said with a sneer.

Robin sputtered and flailed her arms about. “What! I can’t be homophobic! I’m a lesbian!”

“No, no,” Eddie said tapping his lips thoughtfully, “he’s right. That was homophobic!”

Robin, who had been expecting Eddie to agree with her, started sputtering again. But before she could really lay into him, he started jumping up and down.

“Chrissy!” he called out, waving his hand high in the air. “Over here!”

Robin froze and gulped loudly next to him. “Um...I’mma faint now, okay?”

Steve poked her in the ribs. “No fainting and absolutely no dying.”

She jumped away from his finger with a shriek as Chrissy reached them. Chrissy gave Eddie a kiss on the cheek.

“I missed you,” she murmured as Eddie picked her up and swung her around.

“I missed you, too, Chrissy poo!” he replied planting a large, messy, wet kiss on her cheek. “This is the indomitable Robin Buckley and the ever perfect Steve Harrington.”

“You make me sound like a cartoon dog!” Robin protested.

Chrissy raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know I always thought Jenna was pretty smokin’ for a dog.”

Robin’s jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. She turned to Eddie slowly, like a creepy doll in a horror movie.

“Shit, she’s perfect.”

Chrissy and Steve laughed as Robin dug out ten dollars from her pocket and slammed it in Eddie’s hand.

“I told you not to bet against him, Bobbie,” Steve cackled. “Anyone worth Eddie faking straight for would have to have our sense of humor.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You just want them to hurry and break up so you can make out with your husband again.”

Eddie and Chrissy turned to look at Steve who had not refuted said claim, but instead was a very dark shade of red and refusing to look anyone in the eye.

Chrissy decided to take pity on the poor guy and ask, “What’s the news on Gareth?”

“Gareth will be getting into town on Wednesday and can only take a few days off before he has to go back. He has a huge meeting with some investors wanting a stake in his vineyard.”

“How the hell Gareth became the rich snob, I’ll never guess,” she replied, shaking her head.

“So we’ll have the wedding on Saturday,” Robin said, quickly interrupting before they went down a rabbit hole neither she nor Steve could dig them out of. “I understand you brought your wedding dress.”

Chrissy held up the large white garment bag and unzipped it. “It’s black!” she said cheerfully.

Robin’s eyes went wide again. “I’m in love with you.”

Steve bumped her with his hip with a wide grin. “She always wanted to wear a white tux to her wedding.”

Chrissy’s eyes went wide with amazement. “That’ll be perfect! Me in a black wedding dress, the other bride in a white tux, we’d look fantastic!”

“We’ve got a photographer already lined up,” Eddie said brightly. “And Stevie is making the cake.”

“Now all we need is place to have it,” Robin agreed.

“Oh, I’ve got just the place,” Eddie said grinning from ear to ear.

****

The place turned out to be Jeff’s parents’ backyard where they had just had their fiftieth wedding anniversary. It was beautiful garden with a little brook and a gazebo in the middle. Chrissy fell in love with it immediately.

While Chrissy was talking to Mrs. Sinclair about the floral arrangements, Wayne came up to Eddie and clapped his hand on his shoulder.

“See?” he said with a grin. “There’s the sparkle I was talking about.”

Eddie, who had been writing down all the things they would need on Saturday, snapped his head up.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he huffed, crossly.

Wayne sat down next to him and leaned on the table. “Boy, you haven’t stopped smiling since you announced your fianceé was marrying someone else.”

Eddie blushed and ducked his head. “You make it sound so tawdry. I told you why I was gonna be the one to do it.”

Wayne nodded solemnly. “And I’m proud of you for wanting to do the right thing, but the right thing wouldn’t have made you happy.”

Eddie lifted his head to see where Steve was talking to Jeff and his mom about where the cake should go and soft, fond smile crept over his features.

“And there it is,” Wayne muttered. “The smile I haven’t seen in over a decade. The ‘I am hopelessly in love’ smile.”

Eddie’s cheeks darkened further. “Hopefully in love. Hopefully in love, Uncle Wayne.”

Wayne patted him on his shoulder and nodded. He couldn’t help but agree.

The whole town was coming together to get this wedding off the ground, Claudia Henderson was doing the food, Sue Sinclair was doing the flowers, Jonathan was doing the photography, Steve was making the cake, and of course Kendra and Dwayne Laurence were hosting the event.

Karen Wheeler had even offered to do Chrissy’s hair and makeup for the day.

Eddie was loving every moment. Especially getting to watch Steve in his element. He couldn’t wait until Saturday.

****

The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear, not cloud to be seen at all. It was like even Mother Nature herself was blessing their day.

Everyone had gathered, but there was huge swath of seats unfilled.

Steve frowned. “Eddie why are there so many seats on Robin’s side? Only her parents and a couple of her community college friends were coming.”

Eddie smiled sweetly at him. “Just trust me, okay, sugar?”

Steve bit his lip, but nodded tersely.

Eddie cupped his cheek and leaned down to look him in the eye. “Hey, hey, baby. It’s okay if you don’t trust me yet. I’ve got the rest of my life to prove I’m not gonna do a runner again.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath and then another.

“You promise it’s going to be okay?” he whispered, tears appearing at the corner of his eyes.

“As much as I can without factoring in that there are a lot of things outside of my control today,” he whispered back.

Steve nodded as Eddie wiped away his tears. “Now let’s get you all prettied up so you look perfect for the photos.”

Steve let out a water chuckle. “I can’t believe I was talked into this suit.”

He was in a clean, white suit to match Robin’s tux with a black dress shirt and white neck tie. Eddie was smartly dressed in white button up that was unbuttoned to the bottom of his ribs with a black leather jacket over that and clean black tuxedo pants and leather boots.

“You look so pretty, baby,” Eddie murmured back. “No offense to Chrissy, but you take the cake.” He stopped for a moment. “Please don’t take the cake. I just realized that that is a very real thing you can do. Please don’t. Chrissy would kill me.”

Steve burst out laughing. “I have no intentions of taking their cake. It’s fondant.”

Eddie grinned right back. It was almond paste fondant which meant it didn’t taste like chalk, but it was still something Steve the beautiful bitch he was would turn his nose up at.

“God, I love you,” he whispered, pulling Steve in for a kiss.

Steve smiled back. “I love you, too.”

****

They all walked down the aisle to stand in front of Jim Hopper, who was officiating as a justice of the peace. But before he could greet the attending guests, the doors to the house burst open.

Dustin, Max, Elle, Lucas, Will, Mike, and Erica with their families and plus ones came piling through muttering apologies for being late.

But judging from Jim’s grin, their lateness was planned. Steve looked over at Eddie who had an even bigger grin on his face.

Elle handed Eddie a microphone and went to sit down between Joyce and Will.

“Hello, everyone!” he greeted the crowd. “Don’t worry, I have full permission from the brides to do this, in fact it was Robin’s idea to begin with, so if this goes south, we’re blaming her!”

“Hey!” Robin protested hotly.

“So for those that don’t know,” Eddie continued, ignoring her completely, “Steve and I ran off to get married when Massachusetts made gay marriage legal. Then we did what stupid kids do when they don’t realize how good they have it and threw it all away. Then I met Chrissy and she is the most wonderful woman who needed a friend and someone to rely on. We thought it was me; turns out lesbians move fast.” He winked at Robin who took Chrissy’s hands with a laugh.

“But long before all this,” he said, his voice breaking from the emotion, “there were two boys with dreams. I got to live mine. I traveled the world, I got to play stadiums. I have actual fans. But that was never Steve’s dream.” Steve let out a watery chuckle as Dustin hugged him tight from behind. Steve reached up to hold Dustin’s wrist and give it a squeeze.

“His dream was a garden wedding surrounded by all his friends and loved ones, pledging himself to the man he loved,” Eddie croaked. “I told Steve last week—” he let out a breathless laugh. “God, was that really last week? It feels like such a life time ago. Shit. Anyway. I told Steve that I once thought that the man on the other side of the aisle would be me, but that I didn’t it see that way anymore.”

The audience let out a long “Awwww.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said coming over to take Steve’s hand, “that was the biggest lie I’ve ever told and I’ve told some whoppers in my life, just ask Wayne. But I’ve always wanted it to be me. Your dream became mine and I had to see it through.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed.

“So in addition to wedding these two lovely ladies,” he concluded, “we are also having a renewal of vows between Edward Munson and Steve Harrington Munson today, as well.” He brought Steve’s knuckles to his lips. “If that’s okay with you, Stevie?”

Steve nodded. “Of course it is! I can’t believe you guys did all this without me knowing. I love you all so much.”

A cheer went up.

Chrissy and Robin got married first and then they moved to stand next to Eddie and Steve as their best matrons.

“You deliberately kept this from so I wouldn’t write the sappiest speech, didn’t you?” Steve accused as Eddie took his hands.

“You caught me.”

Steve kissed his hands.

“Eddie,” he began. “Though the path to happiness was rough and long, there is no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with. We’ve already had the hard times and things can only get better from here. I’ve loved you through you chasing your dreams and learning to live mine. I didn’t realize I had lived life half asleep until you came back into town demanding a divorce. Which you still won’t get from me.”

The attending guests laughed.

“I burned the papers, babe,” Eddie replied. “No takes backsies!”

“Then I promise to love you for the rest of my days,” Steve finished, he pulled a ring out of his pocket. “I carry this around for good luck, I never thought I’d see the day where it would bring you back to me, too.” He slipped on Eddie’s finger as if it had been made for it.

Which it was. It was Eddie’s old wedding band, the one Steve had had specially made for them after the got back to Hawkins.

“My darts and my ring?” Eddie said with a chuckle. “You ole romantic, you.”

Steve just smiled warmly at him.

“Stevie,” Eddie said after taking a deep breath. “When I first came to town, everyone kept telling me I’d lost my sparkle. My joy in living. Even growing up in the harshest of homes until I landed with Uncle Wayne, I kept my sunny disposition. Even when people would mock me and call me freak, I leaned into it and made it a part of me. But since leaving Hawkins for fame and fortune, I lost that. I thought it was because my dream ended earlier than I wanted. But that wasn’t it.”

He choked back tears. “I’ve been talking to my friends, my brothers, my bandmates, since I started planning this wedding between Chrissy and Robin and I realized that it wasn’t just the touring and recording and all the shit that went with fame that caused the band to break up, it was my anger at losing you so easily. At not being able to have both and in the end it just became too much for the rest of the band to bear.”

“I’m not blaming them, or Steve for the record,” he told the crowd, holding up his hand. “And they’re aren’t blaming me either. It’s just the way the cookie crumbled and now, I’m standing here across from this beautiful man who was once my beautiful boy and realizing that this is my dream now. Him and him alone. I love you so much, sweetheart. I promise the only running I’ll do, is back to you.”

Then they leaned forward sealed their renewed vows to each other with a kiss.

****

Six months later:

Eddie stumbled forward with Steve pressed against his back, his hands over Eddie’s eyes as they waddled forward together.

“Why couldn’t we just have used my bandana?” Eddie groused, not for the first time.

“Because this is more fun for me,” Steve teased. “Now, shush and open your eyes.” He let go of him and stepped back.

They were standing in front of the building right next to the bakery that had been rundown and in disrepair for years. But now it was cleaned up with a metal aesthetic and big red neon sign that said “Hellfire Ink” in cursive font.

Eddie gasped out loud and covered his mouth with hands. He turned around to face Steve. “You can’t do this, honey. You should put the money back into the bakery.”

Steve shook his head. “No, baby. This was always the plan, you just sped it up a bit. I was building this for you to come home to. I thought that if I could just show you that you could tattoo and live in Hawkins, that you might want to come home to me.”

Eddie threw his arms around Steve’s neck and kissed all over his face. “I love you so much, sweetheart. More than anything, but this is too much.”

“Too late,” Steve said with a smile and held up the keys to the shop. “Come on, let me show you everything.”

Eddie grabbed the keys and Steve grabbed his hand to lead him to their future.

It was better than any dream teenage Eddie had ever hoped to have and if Eddie could go back in time and meet that stupid teenager, he’d tell him to not lose hope, even on the darkest nights, because at the end would bring his brightest days.

“Just wait until you see the inside!” Steve was saying and Eddie just smiled back.

Yeah, he could have wings and roots, too. Because this fit, too.

****

One thing that totally happened but didn't make it into the story was that Joyce and Claudia got together and made Steve his own cake with everything he wanted in a cake. It was much smaller than Robin and Chrissy's, more like a groom's cake, but it had Eddie and Steve figures on top.

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lynderman · 2 years

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𝘼 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙀𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 (Xavier Thorpe)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k+

Date Published: 12/9/22

Synopsis: You’ve always been 2nd place. First place for losers. Attending Nevermore was supposed to change that.

A/N: (I was so confident writing this, and I feel like I went down a rabbit hole because some shit doesn't even make sense. So idk if it’s good or not. It also isn’t proofread 💀)

Part 2

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“Vi, are you still free after fencing today? I thought I’d take you up on that offer and go down to Jericho to get-“

“Sorry. I told Wednesday I’d meet her in the nightshades library to look for a certain book.” My smile instantly vanished as he said her name. It’s not that I hate her, no. I could never. We’re best friends! Well, as close as best friends could be to Wednesday Addams. I didn’t have a reason to hate her; But I did have more than enough to be jealous. Ever since we were kids she’s always been able to one-up me.

It started with small things like getting better grades in school. Then to committing higher and bigger crimes. And it eventually reached the point where I felt like everyone in the family preferred her to me. Even my own dad! Her precious ‘Uncle Fester’, the only one who made her smile. He made everyone smile though. Every time he came home from one of his jobs, I’d get a pat on the head and Wednesday would get a hug. His niece got more love and affection from him than his own daughter did.

I thought maybe, just maybe when I came to Nevermore I’d be able to fit in. Be my own person! Make my own friends, be someone who I wanted to be. Not living in the shadows of my cousin; Being known as ‘The other Addams?’ Or ‘Wednesdays’ Cousin!’ And I was for a while. For a whole year I was just known as Me. I wasn’t compared to anyone or told to be better. In fact I was great! Fantastic, even.

I’d made captain of the fencing team, like aunt Morticia. I was first chair in almost all my classes. I had friends of my own and was always asked to hang out. People were interested in me. They wanted me for me. Especially Xavier. God, Xavier. He was drop dead gorgeous. His long hair that framed his face so perfectly. His hazel eyes so full of hope and warmth. The smile that was always on his face when I walked up to him or when we hung out. He made me feel so happy and appreciated. Just loved and seen. I would do anything for him because I know he’d do the same for me!

Or so I thought.

The second that Wednesday showed up to Nevermore, any hopes I had of asking him out or just anything suddenly vanished. Like everyone else in my life, I was soon replaced by her darkening and compelling image. He became so infatuated with her. Our afternoon runs were taken away and replaced with him hanging out with her. He sat through and listened to her crazy theories all day and looked at her like she hung the stars herself. The same way he looked at me once.

My fists clenched my bag and I held back the urge to scream on the spot. Now the one time we were both free was taken away by her again? She wasn’t even a nightshade so that isn’t fair. “Have fun with that. I’ll be by the lake if you feel like I’m worth your time today.” My words seemed to get his attention because he finally looked up from his sketchbook. I caught a glimpse and saw it was an another drawing of Wednesday. He opened his mouth to say something but I walked off before he got the chance to. Or cry. Whichever came first at this point.

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The sun shone directly onto my face as I continued to write down the finishing lyrics to my song. My plan for the day was to hang out with Xavier and show him my new music for my violin. He knew I played an instrument but he didn’t know what it was or that I sang. So I thought it’d be a good time to surprise him! But of course my plans were ruined thanks to Wednesday. Again.

Letting out a grunt of frustration, I threw my pen into the lake. “What’d the pen ever do to you?” My attention turned to Xavier’s voice behind me. I listened to the sound of the leaves crunch and stop before he sat down on my blanket beside me. I didn’t ask him to, but I always found it hard to be upset or angry with him. Peering over my shoulder he asked what I’d been writing. “Just some music. I was gonna go back to my dorm and see how it turned out.” He didn’t need to know I wanted him to go back with me.

“Really? Can I see it?” Hesitation filled my body but I still gave him the notebook. His hands flipped through my pages and the words. I prayed to god he didn’t under Latin. “You never told me you write music.” I shrugged and turned back to the lake. “You never bothered to ask.”

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We sat at the lake for a while and just talked. It was nice; Feeling like I got my old friend back. The way he laughed at each joke I made and seemed to be genuinely interested in my topics made me realize how hard I’d fallen for him again. “Speaking of hair-“ He reached out to twirl the white strand in my black head of hair between his fingers. “Did you just decide it was a cool fashion statement or something?” I laughed lightly and shook my head.

“No, no. Back in 6th grade I was doing a science experiment, Y’know the one where you dissect frogs right? I was cutting him open and i just electrocuted myself without realizing it. That’s when I found out I’m like my dad. The whole lightning and shit. But I can do this weird thing with weather too where-“ I paused when I realized I was getting off track. “Anyways. I zapped myself and some shit happened with my hair when I did. It was only this piece though.” Laughing I turned the other way and buried my head into my knees. “I’ve tried to dye it back but it never works. All the other kids would make fun of me and say I’d get cancer or go bald. I dunno why though, that doesn’t make sense.”

What didn’t make sense was that I was basically Trauma dumping on Xavier for no reason. All he asked about was my hair and got some sob story in return. There was silence for a moment. I knew I overshared and he’d think I’m just some attention whore. It took me by surprise when he put his hand on mine, making me turn to face him. “I think it’s cool. Makes you stand out.” The blush that spread across my face was inevitable. Like an idiot I asked: “Really?”

A smile broke out in his face as he nodded. “Do you still wanna go to Jericho? The shuttle leaves in about 20 minuets? We can go to the weathervane and maybe check out that new music store?” My stomach was filled to the brim with butterfly’s, warmth spreading throughout it. Play it cool, play it cool. Don’t freak out. Just say that sounds fun. “Yes! Of course. I’d love to.” I mentally face palmed myself with the joy in my voice. It felt like a movie moment. Was this him asking me out on a date? Xavier finally got the balls to be the one to initiate it? No thoughts were going through my mind as my body leaned closer to his, him doing the same.

I could smell his cologne and feel his breath on my face; A mere 6 inches between my lips and his. Just as mine were to meet his, a phone rang. His phone. He blinked and apologized before picking it up.

“Hello? Enid? Since when did you call me? No, I’m not. She was busy so I’m at the lake, hanging out with-“ Xavier paused as Enid’s voice rose over the line, his brows furrowing as she spoke. I couldn’t hear what was going on. “Yeah, sure. Give me 7-8 minuets and I can. The quad or the courtyard? Mhm, sure.” He lowered his phone and hung up. “What’d Enid call about?” Standing up he began to brush himself off. “Wednesday asked her to call me since she doesn’t ‘want to be a slave to technology’. Said something about her finding a new lead on the monster and to meet her in the nightshades library.”

“But didn’t you earlier?” He shook his head. “No, she needed to do something else and talk to someone.” My lips pursed and watched as he grabbed his sketchbook from beside my bag. “Can we uh- rain check on Jericho?” All the butterflies and warmth my stomach were replaced with dread and insect repellent. “Again?” I muttered. “It’s nothing personal, I just need to-“

“No it never is with you is it? I mean do you even care about anyone or anything other than Wednesday?” The words left my mouth before I could process what I said. “Sorry?” Now I was standing up, arms crossed as I spoke. “Sorry? Oh shut up; Stop playing dumb. We both know you’re not so don’t try to bullshit your way out of this.” He took a step closer to me and looked down, irritation and confusion clouding his eyes. “What’re you talking about? What’s this even coming from? Why’re you getting so worked up about us hanging out?” Scoffing I took a step back from him.

“I’m getting worked up about this because you hang out with her all the time and not me! I’m constantly being ditched and put to the side cause you wanna go waste your time who doesn’t give a single fuck about you!”

“Don’t say that. She does but just act-“

“Acts distant and cold? Stand-offish and uninterested? She’s like that with everyone. What makes you think you’re any different to her? Do you think you’re special or some shit? Wednesday’s been like this her entire life and she’s certainly not going to change for some moron of a dude.” Xavier’s face only showed confusion as I spoke. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me you can’t put two and two together? Wednesday Addams; (Y/n) Addams? How many Addams’s in this school do you know? If you named more, I wouldn’t be surprised since you seem to pay attention to everyone else other than me.” “Not everything is about you (Y/n).” He snapped.

“You’re right. It’s not! It’s always about Wednesday. Everything is. It’s always ‘Oh, have you seen Wednesday? I’m looking for her.’ Or ‘Do you wanna see this new drawing of her? It looks better than the last!’ Anything that comes out of your mouth is about her! Have you ever noticed how you put me next to her? Below, If you will. She plays cello and you draw her. I play violin, but you never bothered to ask because you’re too busy talking about how good she sounds. You go with her to Jericho to get coffee while I’m left behind doing schoolwork. Everywhere I go I’m beneath her. I’m compared to her, I’m belittled because I’m not as edgy or mysterious as she is. My family seems to like her more too. My own father loves her more than me! Can you imagine that, Xavier? Having to live in the shadow of your little cousin because she’s so much better than you at everything? I thought the name I made for myself at Nevermore would stick! I’d have my own friends and interests and not be known as the other Addams girl. I thought that I could get away and have shit of my own! BUT NO. I CAN’T.”

The air around me felt chilly and vast, a small breeze inclining as my voice got louder. “But it’s never going to happen. Everyone will always choose her over me. I’ll always be second to her. And it’s not fair. It’s not. I try to hard at everything. Especially when making friends. I’m almost on my knees trying to get people to approach me but she just has to stand and glare at people and suddenly they’re wrapped around her finger. Like you. You’re just another string waiting to be pulled by her; Following and doing what she says like a lost puppy. You look at her with such admiration and longing in your eyes. Maybe if you turned your head the other way and fixed your eyesight, you’d see that’s how I look at you! If you weren’t so fucking blinded by her borderline manipulative tendencies you’d notice I’m the way with you you are with her.”

My hands were moving with immense exaggeration as I spoke. The feeling of static shooting through my veins when I threw them down to my sides in anger. “Look, I’m sorry. Why don’t we talk about this and-“ A short circuit of lighting extended from my fingers when I held my hand up to him. “This isn’t a two way conversation right now. It’s one where you listen to every word I say because that’s all I’ve ever done for you, especially ever since Wednesday’s gotten here-“

Speak of the devil, and she’ll arrive. Looking to my left I could see her standing a few feet away from us. “I think your feelings for Xavier are getting in the way of our goal, (Y/n).” I deadpanned. “Our goal?” She didn’t answer my question, only asking another one in its place.

“How would your father feel if he knew you were letting your emotions get the better of you?”

“Gee, I dunno. Why don’t you ask him since he was with you early in the nightshade’s library!” She said nothing. “He finally shows up after being on the run again and stops to say hi! Not to his daughter, but his niece.”

“It’s not my fault if Fester approached me and not you.”

“It’s never your fault is it? Nothing ever is. You’re just perfect Wednesday who’s above all others. Especially her cousin who’s done everything in her power to help her with her bullshit conspiracies. I’ve been on your side since day one. Believing in your shit when no one else would. And how do you thank me? By stealing the few people I have In my life away from me. Again and again. It’s a never ending cycle. And I never bother to break it because we’re family, Wednesday.” The overwhelming emotion of anger and hatred died down, the slight breeze fading completely. Now it was just cold and quiet. Water began to drop onto my clothes and belongings. When I looked up I realized It was raining; But only on me. As cliché as it sounds, there was a small storm cloud hovering above my head. Hence the weather thing I was telling Xavier about earlier.

“Do you know what you struggle with, (Y/n?).” Laughing, I faced Wednesday again. “No, but I’d love to hear your piercing insight on it!” “You don’t know when to turn your emotions on and off. You let them consume and confuse you. How you’re just a fool with a slow heart; Putting out love for others only to never get any back.” The rain became heavier as she spoke, each drop hitting harder against my face. “I understand that emotions are a foreign concept for you, Wednesday, but you don’t have a right to talk about mine if you don’t have any.” Is what I’d like to have said. But it isn’t. It was more along the lines of:

“Maybe you’re right. I do love too much because no one has ever given me any. I hope that one day you’ll think about all of the love I’ve given you, and maybe feel generous to reciprocate it.” Turning from her I grabbed my bag off the now drenched blanket and sling it over my bag. “The same goes for you, Vi. When you come to your senses and realize that I have and will still do anything to get a small sliver of your validation or time, my dorm room door will be open.” I meant to passive aggressively hand him his sketchbook back, but it was really just me shoving it into his chest. I didn’t dare look back at the two as I literally stormed off into the forest.

The sun still was shining around me even as I made my way back to the courtyard, through the quad, and up to my dorm. The cloud only got bigger when I was alone in my dorm room. Sitting in my shower I thought. Thought about how Wednesdays’ right. Despite ending up with nothing, I’ll still give everyone else everything I’ve never gotten in hopes someone will one day do the same.

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#xavier thorpe #x reader #netflix #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe x reader #angst #fanfic #reader insert #wednesday #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe x you

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cupcakeslushie · 9 days

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Any advice for someone who's going through art block?

Art block is so difficult, because I really think it’s down to each individual person finding what helps for them.

For me, I more often just try to power through. Because if I do stop to take a break, there’s a danger, where I know I’ll get stuck for weeks, just lazing about, not getting anything done. Then it’s really hard to get back in the swing of things. But this method of being stubborn, might be horrible advice for someone whose mental health really suffers from staying in that mindset of “failing, failing, failing”. Because that’s what it can feel like, when you’re not seeing the results you want. It can be very frustrating, and it either causes you to grow even more stuck, or it lights a fire in your ass to keep you going until you’ve forced it.

Both of these methods aren’t necessarily unhealthy or bad, but they simply work for you, or they don’t. And what helps, can often change based on your mindset and energy levels.

If powering through ever does fail me, (like it kinda has recently lol). Then, I’ll throw up my hands and accept that life is telling me to take a freaking break. In a week or two, I can come back when I’m rested and inspiration hits again. Because even I have points where I just have to listen to what my brain is telling me—despite the fact that all I want to do is be drawing nonstop lol.

Ill watch some tv, listen to some music, read, cook. Whatever is relaxing. And most of these things will provide me with enough chill vibes that I can jump back in when I’m ready!

It’s all about listening to yourself and knowing when to actually give your mind and body a break.

But, If you’re coming in well rested and bright-eyed, and the art block is still popping up, maybe it’s less art block, and more just your brain being slow to switch tasks. Do some warm up sketch exercises, get up and jump around to get your blood pumping. Browse your feeds for inspiration, but set an alarm to give yourself a certain amount of time so you don’t fall down the rabbit hole. Play some banging music to get your energy up. Staring at a blank, white canvas is hardly the proper kind of stimulating activity lol. You’ll rarely find any ideas that way.

There’s plenty of methods to handling art block. The real killer of it, is more when you let it pull you into this loop of self deprecation/sabotage that only gets worse the longer you sit in it. Art block isn’t failure on your part, it doesn’t need to be punished, or mean you’re lacking as an artist.

It’s an unavoidable part of the creative process, you learn how to handle it, and how to sail through it when it hits.

It’ll either blow over when it’s ready, or when you’ve developed a good strategy to hurry it along.

#rottmnt #ask slushie #art resources #Slushie rambles

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3rachaslut · 6 months

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hiii, so im a new follower but i LOVE your work so much its just *chefs kiss* 😣❤️

so im not sure if youve already done this or not, i haven’t gone that deep into a rabbit hole in your page yet lol anyways

i was wondering how you would think skz ot8 would react to reader having a belly piercing/a back tattoo?

really really love what you do ✨🤍🎀 MWAH !!!

hello lovely anon!!! it’s so nice to meet you🫂 stay a while i hope you enjoy the rest of my work ahh TYSM🥹🤍

okay let’s get it!!

SKZ X GENDER NEUTRAL READER🖤

mainly fluff, some are kinda suggestive.

bangchan

you drop your bags in the hall as you slump through the doorway and into you and your boyfriends shared apartment.

“hi baby” chan shouts from the kitchen. kicking your shoes off, you see him appear in your peripheral vision and soon you feel his hands wrapping round you. “long day?” he says as you nuzzle into his should and nodding your head.

“tired” you mumble into his t-shirt, instantly feeling more relaxed at the familiar smell of his purfume. “how about i give you a massage baby, hm?” a smile spread across his face as he admired your cuteness in your tired state. “yeah? okay. go get undressed and i’ll be there in a second”

you pretty much drop onto the bed just after you strip down and lay on your front, enjoying the feeling of the soft mattress underneath you. you hum in contentment.

“okay baby so i’ve got the oi-“ chan cuts himself off and you turn your head in confusion. “um.. when did you get that?” he says with a smirk on his face, clearly loving the new piece on you.

“a few weeks ago” you say, still looking back at him with a smug smile on your face.

“and i haven’t seen it?!” he exclaims, practically running to your bed and jumping over the top of you to admire your new decoration.

“you like it?”, the answer already apparent with the look on chans face. you chuckle and turn your head again to rest on your arm.

“i absolutely love it! darling it’s so beautiful”….

lee know

you feel your body shiver as you pull your shirt over your head and to the floor, your body involuntarily shaking like a leaf at cold air in the room. it had been a long night out with the members and you couldnt wait to get into your pjs.

“oh my- baby- ” you hear lee know say from behind you. it was a rarity that lee know was ever at a loss for words but you knew that your new tat you didn’t tell him about was a good contender at making it a possibility. you were right.

“yesss?” you tease, turning around to face him and walk towards the edge of the bed where he was sat, his jaw practically hitting the ground. you could see his approval of your decision by the tent that was forming in his pants.

“as absolutely stunning as you are, turn around again”. and you do, feeling particularly smug right now. “wow” he says and you hear him walking towards you. suddenly you feel his hand tracing along your back and you quickly struggle to keep your composure, your breathe hitching in your throat.

“y- you like it?” you mewl through jagged breaths at the feel of his hands roaming your back causing goosebumps to form all over your naked body.

“a lot. however.. i may have to punish you for not asking for permission before you got it..” lee know says and the words linger in the air between you two. you knew by the shift in the atmosphere just what was about to happen and a smile tugged at your lips. it was gonna be a long, pleasurable night and you knew by the end of it, your tattoo may not be the only new marking on your back….

changbin

“are you 100% sure you wanna do this y/n? i really don’t mind if you’re not, i’m more than happy just kissing you, you know that right?” changbin said with a panicked look on his face. you had finally told him that you were ready to have sex with him but since it was your first time, he wanted to make sure you were definitely ready.

“yes binnie, i am sure!” you said, a smile plastered all over your face which was soon reciprocated by your boyfriend. changbin raises his pinky to your chest and only when you wrapped yours around his did he take that as true confirmation. no matter how old he may be, a pinky promise was always sacred.

“okay” he whispers into your ear, working his way down, planting kisses down your neck to get you ready. your eyes flutter shut as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as his hands make their way down your waist and underneath your oversized t-shirt. you open your eyes at the pause of his hands over you and you see his face is covered in surprise.

“what’s wrong?”. the words rush out of your mouth in panic but you begin to see the smirk tugging at the side of his mouth and your anxiety quickly dismisses itself.

“i didn’t know you had your beautiful tummy pierced?” he says excitedly. he lifts your t-shirt, eager to see it in person. he looks at your tummy and then back at you with such a huge smile on his face. he clearly approves. “wanna see more of you babe, like right now!”….

hyunjin

“my love?” hyunjin speaks from across the bed as you dangled your legs over the other side, himself propped upwards against the headboard and staring at you from behind.

“yes baby?” you reply. “when did you get such a beautiful tattoo?” he asks and you can hear the smile on his face through his words. you hear the bed squeak as he leans closer and the whispers of “aahs” from behind you.

“only a few days ago, it’s still quite sensitive” you say. “i won’t touch is then but wow it’s beautiful. beautiful tattoo for my beautiful baby” you blush at his words as you lean towards your console, flicking the tv on in the process. friday nights were spent by you and hyunjin both having ‘me time’, however you couldn’t ever bring yourself to leave each others sides. he drew and you played video games.

the rustling of pencil on paper was one of the most comforting noises for you as you had soon connected the noise to your boyfriend, hyune. after about half an hour, you felt the bed dip behind you and a tap on your shoulder. you turn your head in attention.

“what do you think love?” hyunjin whispered into your ear as he handed you a drawing of your new back tattoo. your mouth falls open and your eyebrows ruffle in utter disbelief at how beautiful the picture was and how much love you could tell was put into it.

“hyunnie it’s beautiful!” you say, your voice wobbly as you feel tears start to prick at your eyes.

“not as beautiful as you darling”…

han jisung

“turn over babe, let sungie spoon you” han says as he sniggers down your ear at the cringe that just came out of his own mouth.

“oh ji” you exasperate and let out a huffed laugh, rolling your eyes and turning around so your back is resting against hans also bare chest.

“oh- y/nah!!” he gasps and you jump slightly at the sudden loudness of his words. “pretty pretty pretty!” he says as he adores your new tat. “it’s so beautiful!” he says wrapping his free arm around you and swaying you both back and forth in your bed.

“you like it then ji?” you chuckle as he begins to trace the outlines of the black ink in your skin, the strokes on your back sending shivers all up you but han didn’t seem to notice. you hum in relaxation.

“i love it so much” he whispers down your ear as he continued to trace the shapes of your tattoo over and over again only ever stopping to plant kisses on the decorated area.

“not as much as i love you though”. he speaks softly down your ear as to not disturb your relaxed state.

“oh- are you sleepy?” he mutters and you moan as confirmation.

“okay, goodnight angel”

felix

“hey lixxxx” you sing, nearly running towards your boyfriend just as you got through the door. you practically throw yourself into his arms and he laughs contently.

“aww hi baby, what’s got you all smiley?” felix says, smiling as he runs his hand through your hair and planting a kiss on your head. “welll you know that thing i’ve been wanting to do for weeks now..” you say swaying side to side in his arms looking up at him. “yes- oh my god you did it!” he says just as excited for you as you are.

“yes! and look how pretty it is” you exclaim, eagerly lifting your t-shirt up to show him your new tummy piercing. he leans down to adore it too.

“your tummy was so beautiful before but nowww.. wow! , it’s so sparkly y/n!” he says with a huge smile on his face in reaction to your elation. “you’re so adorable i wanna just squish you” felix said as he lifted you off your feet and towards the couch. he gently plants you down underneath him and begins trailing kisses down your chest and towards your stomach. you hum as he kisses all over your tummy, careful not to catch the jewellery.

“my darling, you are getting more and more irresistible by the day”…

seungmin

“hey baby” seungmin greets, accompanied by an evening kiss. “you look gorgeous, have you been out? it was meant to be your rest day today” he says, plopping himself next to you on the sofa, the smell of his perfume lingering around you as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“maybeeee..” you say teasingly, leaning into him. “oh yeah?” his ears perking up in interest. “and where did you go?” he asks attentively.

“to get a new tattoo” you smile and the look of shock on his face is so comical you can’t help but huff out a laugh. “really?! oh my god let me see” he begs, his legs jittering in excitement. you turn your back to him and take your shirt off, discarding it on the sofa next to you.

“oh my- it’s beautiful” seungmin gasps in awe. “i love it!” you turn around to look at him. “no, i’m not done looking” he states, and you chuckle. turning your back to him once again, you feel his fingertips tracing the currently sealed skin and the pressure feels so relieving on the sensitive area you let out a sigh at the feeling.

“what do you think?” you ask, already knowing the answer. “you look so hot is what i think” seungmin replies. “but as much as i love it baby, i must ask, how long is it now until we can have sex?” seungmin says, his lip pouting and you giggle in response.

“you know minnie.. there are ways to have sex that won’t hurt my new tat?” you say insinuatingly, raising your eyebrows.

“go to the bedroom, right now”…

jeongin

“innie are you showering?” you yell from outside the bathroom door. “yes baby” he replies, shouting through the water pouring and the music blaring in the bathroom. you open the door and let yourself in, the misty air instantly making you warm. peeping your head around the shower curtain, you were greeted by his beautiful naked form. you will never get tired of adoring his body. “mind if i join you?” you ask, however already knowing the answer.

he responds with a smile and reaches his hand out for you to balance on as you climb into the bath tub. exactly as you did with him, he stares at your naked body up and down, admiring you. however, a gasp leaves his mouth as his eyes rest on your belly button. he looks up at you with a smile.

“i really fucking like that” he smirks, tilting his head back, rinsing the bubbles out of his hair. you move closer to him and run your hands up his waist. “like what innie?” you ask with faux confusion.

he slowly looks back down at you with narrow eyes, lifting your chin up to face him with his thumb and forefinger. “you know exactly what it is that i like” he says smugly, leaning in to kiss your parted lips. suddenly, his hands are roaming your stomach and you nearly melt into his touch. you can only whimper in response and you can feel him smile into the kiss.

“you drive me so fucking crazy y/n”…

a/n: sorry some of them are lowkey trash i really tried my best to make the scenarios different from each other but i hope i did anons request justice🤍

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radio-navlee · 7 months

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Not so tough now huh?

I really wasnt expecting the poll to get so many votes!! Heres what you guys have voted on <3

Lee!Jax Ler!Ragatha

Summary: Jax finally pushed Ragatha over the edge causeing her to find something out about the annyoing rabbit.

Jax smirked to himself, setting up the most diabolical prank on his dear ol’ friend.

He’d been planning on getting Ragatha for weeks. He had completely transformed the rag dolls room into something you’d seen out of home alone.

String and marbles practically covered her room. Foam balls, feathers, water buckets and paint set up to hit her as she walked in.

“3…2…1” Jax counted down watching Ragatha close her door behind her. He could hear a muffled, ‘What the?’ Come from the doll herself. The marble rolled into a small hole triggering scissors to cut string sending the bucket of water over her bed, the water spilled everywhere and into a lower placed bucket below activating the foam balls to sore through the air hitting targets around the room. Finally it ended with a bucket of paint spattering on her head with another balloon filled with feather to pop.

“…..JAX!!!” Ragatha screamed causing Jax to chuckle to himself already booking it down the hall.

Ragatha, surprisingly, cleaned herself off quickly and darted after him

“JAX YOU JERK!!”

“THAT WAS SO WORTH IT!!” Jax yelled back

After 5 minutes of Ragatha chasing Jax, he started to get tired. He felt like it was the longest game of tag, where Ragatha was it and he was playing for his life.

Jax, now starting to panic, realizing that Ragatha was not slowing down. Regatha was so determined to catch him. Every time Jax would fumble over himself he would scream. Scared to what would happen if he did fall with the doll hot on his trail.

eventually he backed himself into a corner. He spun around to try to run but Ragatha was already there.

“Raggs…. Please… it was…. Just a joke!” Jax panted, catching his breath

“Oh that was no joke, that was a prank! A prank you fully thought out!” Ragatha pointed out

“Look, let’s… talk about it! How about we make a deal?” Jax suggested

“I’m listening”

“Okay, how about this! You let me go….” Jax inched his way slowly trying to get past Ragatha, “and I promise…. TO RUN- EuGH!” Jax ran full speed thinking he was getting away, only for a plushy hand to stop him.

“Not a chance” Ragatha said holding Jax by his upper arm.

“Let go!” Jax tried to pull away

“No!” Ragatha squeezed his arm causing Jax to let out a yelp

“…..”

“…Jax?”

“..what….” Jax face got hot, he didn’t know he could still be ticklish after entering the digital world!!

“Jax what was that?”

“.. a cry for help?” Jax tried to excuse. Ragatha squeezed again causing Jax to yelp again

“Are you-?”

“No…”

“Because you sound like your-”

“I’m not..”

Ragatha smirked, "You're not what?"

"uhhh.." Jax blanked, too embarssed to say anything just in case it wasnt that. Ragatha spun Jax grabbing both arms pinning them both above his head. Jax gave her the most panicked look he could give, seeing as Ragatha didnt give him the 'you ok?' look, Jax was doomed.

“So if I do this” Ragatha pinched at Jax’s sides “you’re sure you're not..?”

“gAH- Rahahags!!” Jax nearly jumped out of his skin. He started to squirm and giggle as Ragatha continued to tease and tickle him

“Oh so you are ticklish?” Ragatha smiled moving her way up and spidering across the poor bunny’s ribs

“NohOHO! WAIHAhaeheHAT!!” Jax complained and groaned through his giggles, he shook his head frantically as Ragatha moved up.

“Somebody’s sensitive!!” The doll teased, tickling right below where his ribs meet his armpits. The anticipation was literally eating at Jax.

“RAhaHags!! PLEheEase!!” Jax panted, trying to make himself sound as tired as possible.

“Shouldn’t have set that prank up, this would have never happened!” Ragatha growled, remembering the mess she gonna have to clean up when she gets back.

Jax shut his eyes as the rag doll massaged into his armpits. Jax nearly screeched, he turned his head into his pined up arms to try to muffle anything. He’d hate it if somebody came looking for them to find the predicament he was in.

“RAHFAHFAHGS!!” He stomped his feet below himself to try to diffract himself from the tickling

“Sorry, am I in a bad spot?” Ragatha teased

Jax sighed as Ragatha slowed down her torturous hand. Jax’s cheeks turned pink straight out of embarrassment. Just as Jax thought Ragatha was done, she put her hand on the side of his neck. Crap

“Wha- what are you doing?” Jax asked nervously

“Take a wild guess rabbit!” Ragatha stated as she tickled into his neck

Jax squealed scrunching up his neck and throwing his head back. Ragatha immediately noticed how Jax no longer wanted to muffle his laugh. Jax just chucked freely as Ragatha moved her hand to his ears.

“AH- Waitwaitwaitwait!! Ragatha!! Ihavetowarnyounowpleaseimgoingtoscream WAIT!!” Ragatha held his two ears in place and slowly blew air onto them. Jax screamed followed by loud laughter, he squirmed and shook his head but he couldn’t shake her off

“RAGAHATHAHA!! *Squeal* GAHAHA!!” Jax, now more embarrassed than ever, sat there laughing seeing as there was nothing else he could do. Ragatha tickled the tops of Jax’s ears, still blowing onto the bottom part.

Jax was in practically in pieces giggling and taking deep breaths when Ragatha would inhale giving him time to breathe before she would exhale again. Ragatha stoped once Jax started to get wheezy

“You ok?” Ragatha asked as Jax sat on the floor

“I uhh, *HIC* ohmygod” Jax completely shut down covering his face with his hands while his embarrassment covered his face

“Did I go to far?” Ragatha giggled, she never saw Jax like this. She laid her hand over his shoulder causing Jax to jump as the sudden contact

“No uh *HIC* you’re good it’s just- *HIC* these damn hiccups.” Jax explained, his frustration only getting worse as he continued to hiccup

“Stay here, I’ll get you some water” Ragatha smiled. She was back to her old self again, Jax didn’t complain and watched her run off.

He rubbed his ears free of the ghost tickles, bringing one down to his vision. ‘Weird’ he thought. He leaned up against once of the walls and eventually fell asleep.

Jax shot up, expecting to still be sat up on a wall, instead he was in his bed. He looked around confused, until spotting a glass of water and a note on his night stand. He sipped the water and opened the note

“Hey Jax,

I saw you were passed out so I brought you back to your room. I also brought you the water I said I was going to get. You might have been confused how you got back in your room, that’s why I’m writing this. I’ll be in my room tidying up YOUR mess.

-Doll Face”

Well, that solves that mystery…Jax grabbed a pen and paper.

He opened his door carefully looking to see anybody, but nobody was there, good. He found Ragathas door and crouched down. He slid the note under her door with a knock and booked it back to his room.

———————

Ragatha heard a knock on her door while cleaning up the mess Jax’s prank caused. ‘Probably just a dig dong ditch’ she thought hearing the sound of feet running away. She looked over to the door anyways, ‘a note?’ Ragatha walked over picking up the note and opening it up.

“Hi Rags,

Thanks for not leaving me in that corner and I guess thanks for the water. You better not mention this to anybody. I mean it. It was already embararsing enough,

-Jax”

‘he missed spelled embarrassing’ Ragatha giggled. I guess he was right, he did look really embarrassed. But this is the first time he’d thank Rags for something, this was once in a life time.

Ragatha looked at her trash can, then her storage box. She thought for a minute, then put the note in her box.

(I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK😭🙏 lots of stuff has happened but do not worry! Your goul is back🩷)

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this night together - chapter seven (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter seven: any time now

chapter summary: things are finally back to normal, but how long can that really last?

warnings: references to a/b/o dynamics such as heat and knotting and designations, general reader horny thoughts, masturbation

notes: major love for everyone who's been so patient while i worked on this chapter and this fic in general. i've been going through it recently, but hopefully this is a little fun one before we get back to the smut and angst ♡

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader.......... but we're also featuring some alpha!seonghwa x reader, omega!wooyoung x reader (platonic)

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 9.7K

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“No, no I’m telling you,” Hongjoong asserts, his eyes full of passion as he leans across the table, “Bowie was the greatest artist of our time. Period.”

It's at this exact moment that you can see Seonghwa’s eyes go fuzzy as he realizes he’s introduced two of the more argumentative and passionate people he’s ever met to each other, and now he has to live with the consequences. And it’s not even like you and Hongjoong disagree, in reality you’re mostly just agreeing with each other - just loudly and with excitable hand gestures.

You start going down the deep rabbit hole of Hongjoong’s musical preferences again and Seonghwa starts to look for a natural place to cut in, you can see it on his face, but you’re too focused on debating which of Bowie’s albums is actually the greatest of all time to even care. It’s only the second time you’ve met him, but it clicked with him quickly, and despite barely knowing him, here you are.

“Favorite era?” Hongjoong recaptures your attention and you lean back in your seat.

“This is hard,” You admit.

“Mhm,” Hongjoong takes a sip of his drink and leans forward on the table, “there��s a right answer.”

“Are we talking style or music?” You counter back.

“You two,” Seonghwa groans, “I’m getting a headache,”

“Shush,” Hongjoong slaps his friend’s arm softly, “you wanted us to be friends, right?”

“At what cost,” Seonghwa smirks as he knocks back his drink.

“Style or music,” You repeat, nudging Hongjoong.

“Style,” He narrows his eyes.

“Thin white duke,” You answer with zero hesitation.

“Oh,” Seonghwa laughs, “you would,”

“What?” You laugh, “What could that possibly say about me?”

Seonghwa shrugs but Hongjoong nods, “He’s right,”

“Sure,” You roll your eyes.

“You like a man in a suit, that’s what it says,” Hongjoong laughs, “but I would have picked Berlin era.”

“So we both like a man in a suit,” You nod at him.

“You got me there,” He laughs, running a hand through his shock of blue hair.

“I never hear music like that anymore,” You comment and Hongjoong smiles.

“I’d love to produce something like that,” He admits, “but you need someone with a much stronger vocal range for that.”

Seonghwa nods along, and it’s clear it’s not the first time he’s heard this sentiment from Hongjoong.

“Stronger than the idols KQ has now?” You ask, your eyebrow raised.

He nods, “It’s not that they’re not good, everyone’s very talented and I enjoy working with them… but the chance to work with someone one in a million is different,”

“I could see that,” You concede. You don’t know much about music production or vocal performance, but you know a one in a million voice when you hear it.

“You won’t have to wait long from the buzz I’m hearing,” Seonghwa drops his voice to a bit of a hushed tone even though there’s considerable space between your table and anyone else.

“I’m not holding my breath,” Hongjoong says, “I don’t want to get my hopes up,”

“I know it’s a longshot,” Seonghwa offers, “but I’m hearing good things,”

“Me too,” Hongjoong says, “but nothing’s on paper yet, so you know how these things go.”

“So…” You give them a pointed expression.

“Right,” Seonghwa leans in, “KQ is currently courting a big name from a group that just disbanded,”

“To take on a senior group?”

“No,” Hongjoong shakes his head, “just one of the members, as a solo artist.”

“Oh,” You drop your voice, “who?”

“You can’t say anything,” Seonghwa makes a hand gesture as if to say you’re dead if you do, “but Choi Jongho,”

The pause between the three of you seems weighty, but you don’t know him and you have to admit it with a little shrug, “I’ve never heard of him,”

“What?” Hongjoong shakes his head in disbelief, “I mean that’s crazy,”

“I don’t keep up with it as much as you’d think,”

“I mean,” Hongjoong blinks, “he’s the one in a million, he’s the voice.”

“I believe you,” You nod quickly, “I just don’t know him.”

“Well,” He sighs, “hopefully you will. If our CEO can close the deal,”

“You really want to produce for him that badly? He’s that good?” You ask.

“Without question,” He sighs, “I would kill to write him some R&B,”

“Oh, now there’s a thought,” You lean in.

“You just need so much more vocal texture,” Hongjoong explains, “but if you heard him, you’d get it.”

You nod along.

Hongjoong sighs and leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair again, the silver of his many rings catching in the overhead light, “If he signs we could get an album together for early next year,”

“You really want to work with him that badly?” You nod, “He must be amazing.”

“He is,” Hongjoong hums, “so cross your fingers.”

You do and show him your hand, “Done,”

The server passes by your table and smoothly passes the check towards Seonghwa, but Hongjoong intercepts it with practiced ease and slips his heavier credit card into the billfold before returning it to the server’s waiting hands.

“Thank you,” The server nods, “I’ll be right back with this.”

“Thank you, Joong,” Seonghwa smiles, “next time on me,”

Hongjoong waves his hand and you realize it’s much the same as the last dinner. You wonder just how well producers are paid if this is his casual attitude towards a bill for three people eating rich cuts of meat and having crafted cocktails, but judging from Hongjoong’s lack of concern at the check’s total, he’s paid pretty well.

“Thank you, Hongjoong,” You echo.

“Of course,” Hongjoong smiles, and then the bill is back in his hands to sign off before you’re all up and away out the door.

You walk a little ways with them, in the direction of a much busier block so you can catch a taxi home, all the while Hongjoong and Seonghwa chat about people you’ve yet to meet at the company and old times. They’ve been friends for years, you could gather that even without the download of information Seonghwa gave you after your first dinner out with them. They have an easy way about them that makes you smile, and even though you’re not in on any of these stories or jokes, it still feels comfortable. They both exude cool, in their style and the way they walk and talk, their handsome smiles and the cut of their clothes, but they never stray too far into pretension and it makes you like them both all the more.

When Hongjoong checks his phone briefly as he walks and hums quietly, Seonghwa makes a disappointed noise with his tongue against his teeth.

“What?” Hongjoong glances up.

“Stop thinking about work,” Seonghwa interrupts his brain, “it’s ten o’clock,”

“Normally I’m still working, you know,” Hongjoong tucks his phone away and makes a face.

“You do that to yourself, Joong,” Seonghwa comments.

“I know, I know,” He shrugs, “there’s nothing wrong with working hard.” He swivels his head to you at the same time Seonghwa does.

“Don’t look at me,” You throw up your hands in surrender, “I can’t help you, Hwa, I’m at the studio late every day.”

“I have to stop attracting friends who do nothing but work,” Seonghwa says, but he smiles despite his words.

“Speaking of work,” Hongjoong grins conspiratorially at you, “he said you’re on the choreography team for the new tracks,”

“Yes,” You catch Seonghwa’s pleased eye, “I’m assisting with it,”

“How do you like the title song?” He asks.

“I think it’s an earworm,” You admit, “I’ve been hearing it in my head for days,”

“Not too commercial?” He asks.

“I said it was going to be popular,” Seonghwa groans, “not that it’s commercial,”

“I’m just asking,” Hongjoong throws a hand out to his side to smack Seonghwa’s arm.

“It’s not,” You shake your head vehemently, “it’s just good, and catchy as hell,”

“I can’t wait to see what your team does with it,” Hongjoong admits with a sigh, “I’m proud of this album,”

“I’m looking forward to hearing the whole thing,”

“When it’s finished you should come to the listening party,” He offers, his steps slowing as you make it to the curb of the busier street.

“I would love to,” You smile, and Seonghwa nods.

“You’ll be alright to get home?” Hongjoong asks, turning towards you.

“Absolutely,”

“Let me,” Seonghwa steps past you to the edge of the sidewalk and raises an arm out to beckon a taxi over, and a yellow cab flicks its occupied light on and smoothly cuts over to the side lane.

“Thanks, Hwa,”

“Come out again soon?” Hongjoong asks, “I didn’t even get to my thoughts on 90s music,”

“Anytime,” You smile as Seonghwa opens up the taxi door for you.

“I’ll send you some albums,” He adds.

“I love it,” You nod and move to the open door, catching Seonghwa’s eye as you do.

“See you tomorrow,” He says as you slide into your seat.

“Tomorrow,”

He waits for you to swing your legs inside the car and then shuts the door tight, tapping on the hood and backing away to stand next to Hongjoong. He waves, and as the taxi pulls away they turn to walk back the way you came.

Things stay perfectly in this new status quo for weeks, your life so much fuller and richer than the first few months you worked at KQ and tried to find inroads of friendship. Now you have dinner from time to time with Seonghwa and Hongjoong, drinks with your new dance troupe trio, workouts with San, coffee breaks with Wooyoung, and a growing sense of normalcy with Yunho and Mingi as you get back to work with them.

You’re just starting to get comfortable when your phone reminds you that normal never lasts.

As ever, things change.

The shift starts with the first real peace offering you get from Yunho, weeks after the first night back in the studio with them. You’re buried in your phone trying to map out the dates of your next heat, paying exactly zero attention to your surroundings as you go through the app on your phone that tracks out your cycle symptoms. One that sends you painfully patronizing push notifications like - Hey girlie! Your heat is scheduled to start anytime in the next two weeks! Be sure to drink lots of water!! - complete with a panting red faced emoji. The last person you really want to see at this second is Yunho, or Mingi for that matter, and to be reminded of everything that happened a few months ago, but you’re never quite so lucky.

Yunho’s hand enters your eyeline, dropping a coffee on the table in front of you and you jump at the sudden break in your concentration as you snap your phone lock on and let it slip through your fingers.

“Sorry,” He smiles, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” You take a steadying breath as you watch him reach for your phone that skid across the floor, “I was just lost in thought,”

“Mm,” He passes the phone back to you and you’re infinitely grateful for your panic response that locked the phone and darkened the screen to save you any more embarrassment, “is everything okay? You seem a little stressed,”

“I’m good,” You assure him.

Adjusting the cap on his head he gestures to the coffee, “Well, either way you looked like you could use one of these,”

“Thank you,” You smile, trying to let the moment be normal. You had missed him bringing you little things. Before your heat he was always checking up on you, delivering water bottles and protein bars and iced americanos. You can’t help but comment on it as you lift the coffee and give it a shake, “it’s been a while,”

“I know,” He grimaces, “I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be,” You brush him off, “I just meant it’s nice, I’m really glad we’re friends again.”

He swallows a little tightly, glancing to his side, and you know being vulnerable like this isn’t really his favorite thing but he’s trying, “I am sorry though,” he says finally, “Mingi and I shouldn’t have let things get so weird. That was… I mean, this is work. We shouldn’t have let it interfere like that, we should have just talked to you.”

“Me too,” You murmur, letting him off the hook, “it goes both ways.”

“Yeah,” He breathes, and then his eyes come up, “but friends? That’s what you want?”

“Of course,” You nod quickly, the sharp idea of going back to barely talking or looking at each other making you queasy, and the past few weeks of working together with them has felt like a weight off your shoulders.

There’s a beat between you, and a noise to your right as the door to the break room opens and bodies spill in. Someone shouts your name, but your eyes are holding so tightly to Yunho that you don’t even know who it was, you don’t really care. You need to know that he’s on the same page.

Yunho nods finally and smiles, “Good, okay, friends,”

Mingi crashes into him from the side with an arm slung over his shoulders and his face lit up in a bright smile, “Hey,”

“Hi,” You smile, watching as Yunho crosses his arms loosely and lets Mingi stay clinging onto him. You catch Mingi’s eyes, “You’re in a good mood today,”

“I guess so,” He shrugs, “it’s a good day,”

The chair to your side moves and your head snaps over to see San flopping down, a freshly mixed protein smoothie in hand, “You’re late,” he comments and you snap a look to your watch.

Fifteen minutes late to your training with him, and you grimace, “Shit, I’m sorry,”

“It’s cool, I’ll just have to remember this when you’re begging to get out of the last set,” His eyebrows quirk up at you playfully.

Mingi makes a quiet noise and when you look back up at him he’s pouting, “You never let me give you training tips,”

“That’s because you hate the gym,” You laugh.

His nose crinkles, “True,”

Yunho laughs at the exchange and shrugs Mingi off and he looks like he’s about to add something to the conversation, but the door opens again and Dahan and Yujin cut their way through the dining area.

Yujin catches your eye and smiles, “Ready for today?”

You nod and try not to seem too terrified, “Definitely,”

“See you at four,” She says, brushing past your table and heading for the coffee stations at the far side of the room.

You let out a shaky breath, one you didn’t know you were holding quite so tightly in your chest and Yunho’s brow knits together, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” You assure him, “it’s just a big day for me,”

“The meeting?” He asks, referring to the session later today where you and the rest of the crew will meet with the girl group members for the first time. You’ve been elected to run them through some of the point choreography, and while everyone will be working together, you’re first and that level of spotlight makes you buzz with anxiety.

“Yeah,” You shrug, trying to stay casual about it, “it’s not that big of a deal, I know, but I’m still nervous,”

“You’ve been working like crazy,” San cuts in, smoothing a hand over your fidgeting fingers to calm you down, “you’re going to be fine, when have you ever choked?”

“You’re right,” You breathe, pulling your hand back and pushing your hair away from your face, “Yujin and Dahan are just very good.” You don’t elaborate, but the idea of teaching choreography in front of them makes your heart thump loudly in your chest.

“You’re very good,” Mingi dismisses instantly with a noise in his throat.

“Thanks, Mingi,”

“It’s first time jitters,” Yunho smiles, “I get them every time we do something new,”

“You do?” Your eyebrows shoot high.

“Mhm,” He nods, “actually, I have an idea,”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go for a run,” Yunho checks his watch and then nods.

“Yunho,” You glance to San, “I don’t know,”

“It clears my head every time, trust me,” He presses, “something about running outside… it’s definitely going to get you out of your head.”

“Go,” San nods, brushing off your unspoken concern about ditching him.

“You don’t mind?” You check with him.

“Nah,” He grins, pushing himself up to stand and offering you a hand to help you to your feet too, “I’ll just go bother Wooyoung,”

“I’m sure he’ll thank me for that,” You laugh.

“He should be so grateful,” San brushes your arm lightly with his fingers and then gives you a warm smile, “but you go, relax, and text me later.”

“I will,” You nod, and he jogs off.

You twist back to Yunho and Mingi at the sound of a throat clearing and Mingi shifts from foot to foot, “I’d join you on the run, but,”

“You hate running,” Yunho finishes for him, “you’re good,”

“Yeah,”

There’s a beat of silence between the three of you, and then Yunho clears his throat again, “Meet me out front in ten? I just need to change,”

“Sure,” You have to do the same, and idly in the back of your mind you wonder if he’s a good runner, the kind of person who makes it look easy.

“Great,” He smiles and then he’s off.

Mingi watches him go and then shifts his attention back to you, “You’ll be great today,”

“You think?” Your nervousness slips out.

“I know.” He nods, pointed with no room for discussion.

You swallow tightly, but agree anyway.

Mingi guides you back out of the pull of your own thoughts when he claps a hand down on your shoulder as he moves past you and around the table, “Just chill,”

“Chill,” You repeat dumbly.

“Mhm,” He shrugs, quirking up an eyebrow at you as he pushes through the door and away.

You’re used to his naturally flirtatious energy, but even a look that intense from him can send your stomach into little flip flops. Your phone dings again in your pocket, the familiar sound of your cycle app sending you another reminder and you don’t even bother to look and see what it says, your lingering gaze on Mingi is enough to tell you.

Alone in the break room you sigh and run your hands through your hair before shaking the little interaction off and heading out to meet Yunho. By the time you’re out front he’s already there, and you think it’s quite possible that this is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made when you lay eyes on him. He’s dressed comfortably, in shorts and running shoes, but it’s the sleeveless black top that makes your pulse quicken.

“Alright,” He says as he sees you approaching, “let’s do it.”

“Okay,” You stretch out your arms in front of you and do your best to focus on your own body and not his and all the ways you’ve seen it move before.

He waves you along and then starts to run.

You set a pace together with ease, and you’re not sure if it’s Yunho accommodating you or you accommodating him, but either way you fall into step smoothly as you start jogging through the streets of Seoul. He adjusts the black cap on his head and settles his arms into a comfortable running position and he slowly starts to increase the pace, but you match him smoothly right back.

“Do you have a route?” You ask between controlled breaths.

“Yeah,” He nods, gesturing up ahead, “just follow me,”

You murmur your agreement, and then refocus your eyes ahead and not on the man to your side. He’s right, you do need this. Your shoulders have been tense with stress for days, your body tired and feeling jittery, but the steady steps over the pavement and the cool air have your muscles relaxing already. You stay focused on your breath and the rest starts to melt away.

“This way,” He directs after a little while heading straight, and he takes a smooth left turn across a busy intersection where the walk signs are lit up for you.

In the distance is a block of trees marking the start of one of the riverside parks, and you’re sure that’s where he’s running to. You can feel him glancing down at you every so often, making sure you’re still at his side, and it’s oddly comforting to run with him and not alone for once. It’s been a while since you’ve been out like this, you’ve taken to sticking with San in the comfort of the KQ gyms, but with Yunho at your side it feels comfortable and right.

“Good?” He asks as you push over the next street and into the entrance of the trail, hooking through two lines of trees.

“Good,” You confirm, “you?”

He smiles and laughs a little, but keeps running, “Definitely,”

You push on and keep pace, moving down the pathway through the trees, nothing but the sound of each other’s breath for company. Being cocooned in trees, this close to the water, makes you feel insulated from the city and with every step your worries about the meeting later have started to fall away.

You glance to Yunho and see that his eyes are still focused ahead, but you swallow hard at the pink blush across his cheeks and collarbones, the sweat now visible on his tanned skin. You have such a clear image of him above you, broad hand on your cheek and cock buried inside your body, looking flushed and sweaty just as he does now.

“Feeling better?” He asks, not slowing his run at all.

His voice jolts you out of your meandering thoughts, “Hmm?”

“Are you feeling any better?” He tries again, “less stressed?”

“A little,” You concede.

He nods, but keeps moving. The lack of conversation between you both normally feels tight and unnatural, but lately it’s started to feel safe again. He’s always been a person you can just be around, nothing extra, just existing. It finally, finally feels right again.

You make your way a little further into the park until it starts to curve around with the bend of the river. Yunho gestures up ahead to a block of benches that overlook the water and he glances down at you, “Let’s take a breath there and then double back,”

“Yeah,”

As you approach the benches and start to slow, Yunho grins, “It’s gorgeous today,”

“It really is,” You agree, chest heaving a little at the effort from the run and you focus on deep steady inhales and exhales.

He walks past the benches and up to the railing at the water, leaning down and resting his elbows on the dark blue painted steel, “That looks fun,” he comments, gesturing towards a group of boats on the water.

“Mm,” You sigh, leaning next to him, your arms nearly brushing, “especially on a day like today.”

He nods quietly, his eyes closing for a moment as he soaks up the warm sun, and then he turns towards you and leans against the railing with his hip, “So,” he says, “is it first time jitters, or is something else going on?”

“W-what do you mean?” His words break you out of your thoughts again, and you didn’t even realize your mind was slipping away somewhere else, but every time he interrupts you it’s painfully obvious to you that you can’t stop worrying.

“I’ve seen you nervous,” He comments, “this feels like more,”

You shift towards him and look up, “A little, maybe,”

“Tell me,” He prompts you, extending his hand for a fraction of a second before he lets it drop back to his thigh.

Your first thought is that you want to touch him too, but you resist it.

“Teaching these girls,” You trail off, dropping your eyes again to the ripple of the water as it kisses the rocky shore, “something about doing it in front of Yujin and Dahan… and even you,”

“Me?” His voice runs high.

“It’s just scary,” You admit, “I’m sure I’ll get over it.”

“I don’t want to make you scared,” He murmurs.

“It’s not that,” You glance up at him, but it’s safer to keep your focus on the water, “I just…. I don’t know if I belong in that room yet, and today all the attention will be on me. I’ve never taught anyone like this before,”

“Yes, you have,” Yunho finally does touch you, nudging your arm and getting your eyes back on him, “you came up with good stuff for this routine. You taught all of us, and I saw you practicing everything together to show them. You’re ready,”

“You really believe that?” The words slip out.

“y/n,” His brow furrows, “of course I do, I wouldn’t have suggested you in the first place if I thought you couldn’t do this.”

He’s right, you can do this, and with flying colors too if you really set your mind to it, but the question still brews in the back of your brain and you have to ask. “Yunho,” You sigh, “why did you suggest me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“We weren’t talking,” You explain, “we were barely looking at each other in the studio, but you still pulled me into this project. Why?”

He’s still for a moment, his eyes flicking over your face and then he sighs, “Because you’re good, and because I know how hard you were working even when we weren’t talking. And because,” he pauses, “because I wanted you there,”

“For me or for my skills?”

“For your skills,” He nods, “the fact that it’s you… well, that just made my choice easier.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?” You murmur.

“I do,” He nods, “so be regular nervous all you want, but never doubt your place in the room, okay? I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Thank you, Yunho,”

He nods and looks back out to the water before checking his watch and taking a deep breath, “You ready to head back?”

“Let’s do it,” You agree with a sigh, shaking out your limbs.

“Did this help?” He asks as he pushes off the railing.

“Yeah,” You smile, “I mean, I’m still a little terrified, but I think that’s normal.”

“Mhm,” He smooths his hand across your shoulders and gives you a squeeze, “plus, I promise you can dance circles around these girls any day of the week,”

“Oh, shut up,” You roll your eyes, “now you’re laying it on too thick,”

“I don’t lie,” He grins, “you know that already,”

You open your mouth to retort but he takes the wind right out of your sails when he starts to jog backwards and he sticks his tongue out to tease you. As he twists around he calls back over his shoulder, “Race you back!”

You scramble forwards, “Hey! No fair, you got a head start,”

He keeps running, but you hear him laugh, “Catch up then!”

You pump your legs harder, moving as fast as possible as you try to reach him. You watch as he glances back over his shoulder, goading you into pushing yourself harder, something swells in your chest. He’s close, if you just pick it up a little more, focus a little more, you’ll reach him. Maybe pass him.

“You still with me?” He shouts back, voice light.

Your heart is pounding in your ears, blood rushing loud, and your chest is screaming with the effort of working your body this hard but you don’t care. You want to win, you need to win. You pump your legs harder, clear your mind, and race. You gain on him inch by inch and you grin when you hear him laugh again, catching you in his peripheral vision as you scream up next to him. He says something but you miss it, your head too focused on every step in front of you.

When you finally make it back to KQ you all but skid into the back entrance with him, colliding shoulder to shoulder and having to brace yourself on the entryway wall so you don’t pitch right over onto the hardwood floor.

Yunho’s hands close over your hips to steady you, and you hear his heavy breath above you before he laughs, “Jesus, you’re fast,”

“You annoyed me,” You wheeze, pressing on your side where a painful, sharp stitch has taken up residence.

Your fingers brush along his for the barest of seconds and he pulls his hands back instantly before giving you an apologetic smile and pulling off his ball cap to wipe the sweat off his brow with the bottom of his shirt. The quick flash of his abs makes you dizzy.

“I still won,” Yunho sighs, leaning against the wall.

You shoot him a look, but you’re still catching your breath and at this point it’s not even worth the fight. As you raise your head to look at him, you suddenly notice the crowded hallway towards the side of the door. Wooyoung and San stand close together, angled towards you but clearly just in halted conversation with Minseok, Yujin, and two of the other dancers.

Wooyoung gives you a single pointed eyebrow raise.

“Were you racing?” Minseok asks, glancing between the two of you.

You make an affirmative noise, all you can do while you recover.

“Fun,” Wooyoung laughs a little to himself and if you had the energy you’d smack him, but you can’t even bother.

“Why?” Minseok asks.

“Why not?” Yunho shrugs and then turns his attention back to you, “Good?”

“Good,” You nod.

For a second he looks like he wants to say something else, maybe give you one last encouraging speech, but he just settles on a smile, “See you in there,”

You nod, smiling back up at him, and then he pushes through the little pocket of your coworkers to get back to the locker rooms. You take another second to catch your breath against the wall, Wooyoung making an expression you need to roll your eyes at, but then you realize. You feel great.

The nerves from the whole day have dissipated, the surging rush of endorphins from pushing yourself so hard, drowning out anything in your body except adrenaline, joy, and a little exhaustion. You could kiss him.

At four o’clock, when you walk into the room, you do it with a clear head. In the back of the studio, Yunho smiles.

***

A week later, your app dings again and this time it’s right on the money.

You submit the paperwork on Thursday after practice, another lozenge tucked into your cheek as you start to feel the first signs of your upcoming heat. It’s already better than last time, a more familiar kind of cycle than what you last experienced. You’re used to it being mostly mild, a few times a year leaving you achy and sore, and insatiably horny, but nothing like the desperate cramping from before.

This time you have things down to a predictable science, and though you might have a few moments of serious weakness or deeper feelings of heat, you’d be fine. This time there would be no dizzy desperation, no crying into your pillow in hopes that an alpha would soothe you and take it away. No begging to be claimed. It would be fine.

You should be fine.

You leave the paperwork on the back desk and hurry out to catch a ride back home before you start to really feel it, but all you can imagine is Yunho’s face when he picks up the papers and you need to not be in the building when that happens.

At home you set yourself up for the next few days. Bedroom door locked, a stash of water bottles, a stack of towels, and a bedside table full of charged and ready toys. You get undressed out of your restrictive leggings and tighter clothes, and pull on a simple pair of sleep shorts and a loose oversized top. Fabric that won’t cling or make you hot, just comfortable enough to relax and take it easy as your body starts to sink into heat.

For a while things are normal and fine, regular aches and pains. You watch a show on your iPad and zone out the feeling, but eventually every little shift of your hips feels sharper, and a low throb starts to pulse inside you. It’s evening when you start to lose focus on the drama you’re watching. Something about the male lead seems familiar to you and your mind keeps drifting.

You settle back into the cushions to get more comfortable and to try and refocus on the show, but the ghost sensation of lips on your throat makes your eyes drift closed.

Your hand is pushing under the elastic of your sleep shorts before you can even think it through.

Your mind keeps replaying the image of Mingi pushing his glasses up into his hair and smiling, the way his hands ran over your body and landed firm on your hips. Yunho’s head between your thighs. Both their fingers searching your body, pushing inside you, pulling you apart over and over again. Their hot breath on your throat. Pretty omega, they called you. Something tumbles in your chest, knots build up in your stomach. Your fingers feel good but they pale in comparison to what you had before and you work yourself up and up but nothing quite comes close to the edge of pleasure you’re looking for.

You’re my best girl.

You bite back a moan and push two fingers inside yourself.

You can almost feel their hands on you, their hot kisses, gentle nips of your skin, but you can’t find the feeling of them inside you. You quicken your hand and replay the images faster in your mind. You miss them, you need them, you want them. You come hard and fast with a shudder, your eyes snapping back open.

There she is. That’s our girl.

“F-fuck,” You breathe to yourself, pulling your hand out of your shorts. Your chest is heaving, a light sheen of sweat over you, and your core throbs like your body wants you to go again.

“Oh my god,” You breathe, pushing yourself off the bed and stumbling into the bathroom, “what is wrong with you, get a grip,”

You shake it off, trying to ignore the fact that you just thought about them while you were getting yourself off. It’s just heat, that’s all it ever is with them, that has to be it. Hot alphas will always scramble your brain at a time like this, you just have to listen to yourself and get a grip.

With a sigh you wash your hands, crawl back into bed, and try to just fall asleep and ignore the images still looping in the back of your brain.

You don’t sleep though, you can’t.

You toss and you turn, and you ache, but you don’t sleep.

Around the third hour of trying to soothe your cramps with a heating pad that you decide to say fuck it and ask for help. You have a small window of time to get to wherever you’ll be spending the duration of your heat, and even though you know with your suppressants this won’t be quite as bad as before, your body still wants.

For a second you think about Mingi. You miss his hands, his easy smile, the way he would slowly stroke your back and massage your hips. You miss his scent, his warmth, and his all encompassing comfort. But things have just started to get back to normal at the studio with him and Yunho and you can’t let a moment of heat weakness lead you back.

You open your phone, flipping through social media in an attempt to distract your mind but before you know it you have Yunho’s contact open and you’re fighting the urge to call, just to hear his voice for a second.

Your finger hovers over the button, you can hear his voice in your mind.

Sweetheart, just tell me where you are, I’m coming to get you.

You can see it.

But it’s just your heat. No matter how much Wooyoung likes to tease you about having a crush, it’s just this. Biology you can’t control rewiring your brain and telling you that they’re your perfect match. But you don’t believe in perfect matches or scent pairings. You don’t.

A particularly tight cramp ripples through your middle and you clench your fist through the pain, shifting in your bedding once again, sweat building at your brow.

In a flash of genius and panic, you close Yunho’s contact card and open another.

The phone rings and rings.

He’s busy, you’ve probably missed him, and when he offered he was drunk anyways so he probably doesn’t remember but then suddenly the phone clicks and connects and his warm voice fills your ear, “Hey, y/n,”

“S-Seonghwa,” You sigh, trying to sound as put together as possible, “hey,”

“Is everything okay?” He checks, and you hear a little background noise and hope to god he’s not still at the studio.

“Definitely,” You press your eyes closed and bite the inside of your lip to keep from making a tight, stressed sound.

“Okay…” He waits a moment and then adds, “then what’s going on? You never call,”

The cramp passes and you take a breath, “Sorry, are you busy? I can call later,”

“No, no,” He says, “I’m just grabbing a drink with Wooyoung and Joong,”

“Is that y/n?” You hear Wooyoung in the background, “Tell her to come meet us!”

“Woo,” Seonghwa’s voice sounds a little far from the receiver and then he comes back on the line, “If you’re free, you can come meet us? We were just thinking about dinner, Hongjoong has a new project for us, you might be interested,”

“Oh,” For a second, in the space between your cramps you forget why you called in the first place, “a new song?”

“Two,” You can practically hear the smile on Seonghwa’s face.

“Exciting,” You smile.

“So what do you say,” Seonghwa says, “come out?”

You would, you wish you could, but you shake your head, “I can’t, I actually… I’ll be out for a couple of days. I submitted the paperwork this morning,”

“Are you going somewhere?” He asks, not yet picking up on the obvious.

“Leave,” You smile at his question.

“Leave,” He repeats, “oh, oh leave!”

“Say it louder, Seonghwa,” You groan.

“Is that why you’re calling?” He says, and a little blush creeps into your cheeks at the thought that he’s with other people and talking to you about this like it’s nothing.

“Kind of,” You admit, “I don’t know, you’re busy I just remembered what you said, but you don’t have to,”

“How are you now? I’m at least thirty minutes away, is that too long?”

Warmth blooms in your chest, “I’m fine, honestly, go have dinner,”

You can practically see him rolling his eyes when he says, “Stop being a martyr. Listen, I’ll call you right back, okay?”

“Okay,”

“And don’t worry,” He assures, his voice honeyed and warm, “I will call, I’ll only be a minute,”

“Okay,” You manage, “thank you, Hwa,”

He says something more but you miss it with the light commotion in the background, and then the line clicks dead.

It takes two minutes, but he calls you right back.

“Hey,” You sigh into the receiver.

“Can you text Woo your address?” Seonghwa asks first, “We’re grabbing a cab,”

“Oh,” You flip the phone on speaker and start typing, “okay, yeah, I’m… Seonghwa, are you sure?”

“Mhm,” He replies, “as long as you are.”

“Give me the phone,” You hear Wooyoung and immediately laugh.

“What do you want?” Seonghwa says, clearly not talking to you.

“Phone,” You hear him say and then after a brief groan, Wooyoung’s voice is in your ear, “Hey, you,”

“Hey,” Something about him calms you instantly.

“How far gone are you? Should we pick stuff up on our way or can you come back to my place?” He’s straight and to the point but still gentle, and you’re starting to feel glad that you called them and not anyone else.

“I’m fine,” You assure him, “I can make it to yours. My roommates are here, I think it would be….”

“Got it,” He says, “well just rest, we’ll be there soon,”

Tears well up in your eyes and you sniffle softly, trying to keep it to yourself.

He picks up on the soft sound immediately, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

You swallow and wipe away the gathering moisture, “Nothing, you’re both just being so nice,”

“Aw,” He murmurs, “jagiya you’re one of us now, we always take care of each other.”

“Is she crying?” You hear Seonghwa’s voice raise an octave in the background.

“She’s good,” Wooyoung brushes it off, “alright, twenty minutes okay, get your stuff, take a deep breath, and I’ll text you when we’re downstairs.”

“Thanks, Woo,” You manage.

“Deep breaths,” He reminds, and then he’s gone.

You must be insane. You must be fully crazy to invite this type of chaos into your life twice with yet another group of men, but something about this feels right. It feels safe and sure, and something about Wooyoung being an omega too is just making all of this feel so much simpler than last time. At least where your heart is concerned.

It takes you all twenty minutes to get your things together, but you decide to focus on this instead of what all this chaos might mean. You pack a bag of necessities and then change into something loose but more presentable than your sleep clothes. When your phone buzzes again you don’t even look down at it, you just know that it’s Wooyoung arriving right on the dot and you slip out of your apartment as quietly as you can.

Downstairs a car waits across the street and when Seonghwa emerges to greet you, he rushes forwards to take your bags. Your cheeks light up with blush and you have to take a half, staggering step backwards, already being outside and in the presence of an alpha your subconscious mind is reacting to him.

“Let me get these,” Seonghwa says, pulling the bags from your hands, and the touch of his warm skin along yours has a shaky breath leaving your lips.

“Thanks,” You murmur, watching him pack them into the trunk of the cab, and then he turns.

He takes a good look at you and nods, “Yeah, let’s get you to Woo’s,”

“Is it obvious?” You cup your cheeks.

“Not too much,” He assures you, extending his hand for you to take, “but let’s not waste time,”

“Let’s go,” You nod, and he tugs you forwards gently to get you into the car. You settle into the middle seat between Wooyoung and Seonghwa easily.

“Doing good?” Wooyoung asks you, trying to be subtle in front of the driver.

“Mhm,” You nod, and you smile when he laces your fingers together and gives you a squeeze.

Seonghwa gives the next address to the driver and you’re away.

It’s quiet at first, all you can focus on is the way the miles slowly tick down on the map the driver is using, and you try to breathe through your mouth in the closed car full of competing scents but it’s nearly impossible. Seonghwa’s scent envelops you easily, especially in the closed air circulation of the car. Warm, like freshly brewed coffee. You close your eyes as a cramp passes through you and you try not to think of him even though his leg keeps bumping into yours every time the car takes a turn.

The automated sound of a window breaks your concentration and you glance to your side. Seonghwa isn’t looking at you, but he’s cracked the back window a couple of inches, and the pulse of clean air leaves you able to take a shaky inhale and exhale. Wooyoung squeezes your hand again.

The mileage counter keeps clicking down. Seonghwa’s scent stays present in your mind despite the fresh air. Your stomach tightens. The car takes a particularly curving turn and your body is pressed against Seonghwa’s from knee to shoulder and you squeeze Wooyoung’s hand back instead of letting the whine in your throat bubble out.

Your stomach clenches again, and then you feel it. A rush of slick as your body prepares, a flushing flood of hot warmth rolling up your body and through your cheeks. Seonghwa’s arm crosses over you like a seatbelt and he closes his hand over your left thigh, his thumb drawing slow circles to keep you steady and protect you from anyone noticing.

You let yourself glance up at him once more, but he’s still focused out the window, doing his best to comfort you without drawing an ounce of attention.

“Out front?” The driver asks suddenly, and you realize the building ahead across the intersection must be theirs.

“That’s perfect,” Seonghwa replies smoothly, “thank you.”

The minute it takes to cross the intersection feels never ending, and then suddenly things start moving at two-times speed. As the heat cramps increase, Seonghwa’s arm is around your waist and Wooyoung is left hauling your stuff up into the elevator. They get you inside smoothly and as the doors close, Seonghwa lets out a sigh of relief.

“I thought I was going to have to fight every alpha in the lobby,” Seonghwa laughs as the elevator begins to climb, “are you sure you’re on suppressants?”

You can’t help but elbow him slightly in the ribs, “Yes,”

“I’m kidding,” He squeezes you, “you just smell like an extremely edible cake,”

“Mm,” You murmur as a small cramp passes, “well, you know, this is why I’m on the strong stuff,”

The elevator doors open and Wooyoung steps out before you, glancing to either side down the apartment hallway before beckoning you both forwards. He gets out his keys and glances over his shoulder at you both, “Which?”

You tell him the brand as you lean harder on Seonghwa who hushes you softly with a comforting squeeze.

“Ah,” Wooyoung nods, “no wonder,”

You open your mouth to ask him what he means by that, but he’s too busy pushing open the door to his apartment and opening it up for you both to slip inside.

His place is overwhelmingly simple and clean, utilitarian with dark black furniture and gray moody accents, but it suits him. He drops his keys off on the kitchen island and beckons you inside, “Come on in, get comfortable,”

Seonghwa steers you to the couch and settles you down on the middle cushion, “So, where are we at?”

Settled onto the couch now, you honestly feel fine. Your back hurts a little, and your joints are a little stiff, but the aching, pulsing pain you felt back at your apartment has mostly dissipated, “I think I’m fine,”

“Yeah?”

“I mean,” You cross your legs, your hands itching to wrap a cozy blanket around yourself but finding none, “off meds I was practically feral, this is…. manageable,”

“Manageable is good,” Seonghwa smiles.

Wooyoung settles his hand over your yours, soothing your little trembles and then he dips his head to catch your eyes, “I have a room all set up,”

“You do?” Your eyes widen.

“Mm,” He tangles your fingers together again and gives you a squeeze, “I used to have a roommate but when he moved out I just converted the second bedroom,”

“Oh,” You breathe, and you can’t imagine the expense to maintain an apartment large enough to have your very own heat sanctuary, but you dream of the day you get to.

“Let’s go relax in there,” Wooyoung nods, “maybe you’ll like it and get a little sleep,”

“Should we talk?” You glance up at Seonghwa.

“We will,” Seonghwa assures you as he shrugs off his blazer, “but go get comfortable, I’ll start setting up,”

“Setting up?” You ask, confusion evident in your voice.

“Ah,” Wooyoung bumps you with his shoulder, “our Seonghwa takes his caretaker responsibilities very seriously,”

“You’ll want for nothing here, jagiya,” Seonghwa smiles and takes a slight bow, “Wooyoungie is the most pampered omega in Seoul, it will be nice to take care of someone less bratty for a change,”

You laugh sharply and cover your mouth with your hand, “What have I gotten myself into?”

“A fun weekend,” Seonghwa smiles, “now relax, let Woo show you the place.”

Already this feels less stressful than before, and maybe that’s the level of your heat or maybe it’s them, but it feels easy. Wooyoung pulls you up and watches you carefully as you stand to make sure you’re feeling well, and then he guides you down the hall.

Wooyoung’s nesting room is exactly what you’ve been looking for. The bed in this room isn’t necessarily large, but what it is, is covered in blankets and plush pillows. The second bedroom of his apartment has been so smoothly converted into an office and omega haven that you almost wish you had been here for your last, harder heat.

“Okay,” Wooyoung walks you in, “there’s a robe on the back of the door you can use, the mini fridge is pretty stocked, and on that shelf by the bed there’s lozenges, wipes, towels, you name it.”

“Oh my God,” You breathe, scanning over everything as he gestures.

“And over in that bedside table,” He points out the single nightstand, “there’s pretty much any toy you’ll need.”

“Oh,” You blush.

“Hwa and I will be here, of course,” He assures you, “but I like a little extra something,”

“Right,” You smile, “of course you do,”

A gentle knock on the door behind you brings you out of your focus, studying every inch of his perfect heat sanctuary and you turn to see Seonghwa leaning against the door frame.

“How are you feeling?” He asks gently.

“Like myself,” You tell him honestly, “it’s starting, but it doesn’t feel too bad.”

“Mm,” He nods, “it probably won’t be quite as bad as last time, but I’m certainly here for whatever you need,”

“Thank you, Hwa,” You smile, “I can’t thank you enough,”

His eyes light up with warmth and then he looks over you both, “This is nice,” he comments, “the two of you in here,”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Wooyoung laughs as he leans against the desk, “no one’s ready for your knot yet,”

A throb pulses through you, but blissfully no one notices.

“I just think it’s nice,” He shrugs, “two pretty omegas,”

You blush.

“Oh,” Seonghwa smiles as he notices your pink cheeks, “you liked that,”

“Hwa,” You protest weakly.

“Ignore him,” Wooyoung cuts in front of you and leads you back to the bed, “get cozy, you’ll love this.”

He all but puts you in the bed himself, but in minutes you’re relaxed against the cushions, under cooling sheets and downy comforters. Seonghwa waits in the doorway while you get settled, but once you are he smiles and crosses the room to sit on the edge of the bed.

“You’re feeling alright?” He asks, reaching for your hand.

“So far,” You nod, “and this bed is wildly comfortable,”

“Good,” Seonghwa’s fingers smooth over your wrist, slowly stroking your gland and easing you further, “I’m going to go fix you both something for dinner, and if you need anything in the meantime Wooyoung will be right here,”

“Okay,” You breathe.

“I’m going to give Sannie a ring too,” His voice evens out in his chest, low and warm and tender to keep you melting into the bed under you, “is it okay if I tell him you’re here?”

“Sure,”

“Alright then,” He smiles, “just relax,”

“Feeling pretty relaxed,” You tell him.

The sound of your phone vibrating on Wooyoung’s desk draws your eyes, but you focus back on Seonghwa when he says, “I’m sure we can relax you more, don’t worry.”

“You’re forward,” You nudge his thigh.

“And you called me for sex,” He shrugs, “who’s forward now?”

Wooyoung laughs sharply and claps his hands, “This weekend is going to be very fun,”

Your phone buzzes again, then again, and your brows draw together as you look towards it, “Could you,”

Seonghwa doesn’t let you finish your sentence, he crosses the room quickly and then passes your phone over to you, “I’ll be back in a little while, okay?”

“Thank you,”

He nods with a warm expression, and then leaves you and Wooyoung be inside this little cocoon.

“Glad you called?” Wooyoung grins, cheeky and teasing.

“Mm,” You sink deeper into the pillows behind you, “I might have to move in, just for this bed,”

His nose crinkles, “We’ve got to update your space, you should have somewhere like this too,”

“I’d like that,” You sigh, “someday,”

Your phone buzzes again.

“Soon,” Wooyoung dismisses, “until then you can always come here,”

“Well, that’s really nice of you, but,” You tear your eyes away from him to finally illuminate the screen of your phone and your words die on your lips when you see the messages.

Yunho’s name on your screen makes your breath quicken and you open the chat.

hey I got your paperwork. of course it’s fine, but would you please let me know you’re somewhere safe?

I probably shouldn’t have asked that.

I just want to make sure you made it home safely, that’s all. If you need help getting home, you know I’m only a phone call away.

Just… please let me know.

“y/n?” Wooyoung’s voice breaks through your buzzing brain as you read Yunho’s messages over and over.

“What?” You manage, glancing up for the briefest second to catch his worried expression.

“What’s going on?” He asks softly.

“Um,” You murmur, but then your phone buzzes in your hand again, this time not a message from Yunho at all.

He’s freaking out a little bit, but I told him you’re probably already home and sleeping.

Which you are, right?

The two texts from Mingi hang in front of you and a tense feeling knots up in your throat.

“Hey,” Wooyoung interrupts again, pushing his way into the bed beside you without preamble and sidling up to your side, “are you crying?”

“No,” You shake your head, “sorry, I just,”

He waits, holding your gaze with his warm brown eyes and attentive nods, and before you know it you’re letting the phone fall into his hands.

He reads the texts quietly, and then hums, “They’re worried,”

“I know,” Your voice is small.

“Do you want to respond?” He asks.

“I don’t know,” You confess honestly.

“You don’t owe them anything,” He murmurs quietly, locking your phone and setting it to the side so he can turn to you, “I know I keep teasing you about it, but if you wanted to be with them you would have called them. You know how you feel, not me,”

He smooths your hair back and cups your cheek, gathering you a little closer under the covers. You take a deep, shaky breath, and the sudden scent of him all around you feels like a blanket. Fresh linen and summer salt, like falling into bed after a long day in the sun on the beach. His skin is warm against yours and familiar.

“Do you really think that?” You ask.

“Mhm,” He all but whispers, “and either way, you don’t owe them a response right now. You owe yourself rest,”

“Yeah,”

He gives you a minute, and then rubs his thumb over your cheek, “You want to watch something dumb? Maybe fall asleep on me?”

You nod, lips locking tight as your throat stays tense. You feel like if you talk about anything else you might start crying, so you let him pull you closer and grab the remote for the TV mounted on the far wall. He doesn’t ask you what you want to watch, he doesn’t push you any further, he knows you need him to just take care of things before you crumble and text them back.

He selects something funny without putting too much thought into it, and wraps his arm around you as you settle your cheek onto his chest. This was what you were missing so much the last time you went through heat, the steadying comfort of another omega. Your fluttering nerves fall away, and his scent makes you feel warm and your eyes heavy.

“Woo,” You murmur into his shirt.

“Yeah?”

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had,” You confess.

He sighs, fingers finding yours under the comforter, “And you’re mine,”

You snuggle into him a little more, fingertips brushing the warm hollow of his throat and your heart slowing to a steady, easy rhythm to pump in time with his. Distantly as you fall into sleep, you feel the buzz of your phone again somewhere halfway across the mattress, but this time you don’t even open your eyes.

Wooyoung silences it when it buzzes again, his words soft against your hair when he says, “It’ll all wait until tomorrow, babe, you just rest easy,”

You nod, a yawn taking over you and he chuckles.

“Just sleep,” He murmurs softly, and you do, their messages left unanswered.

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