#happy birthday to the best master!!

[dailyclassicwho]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY and RIP ROGER DELGADO (March 1st, 1918—June 18th, 1973)

[nerdy-talks]

Happy Birthday Satan! 💚

[mobius-m-mobius]

Happy Birthday John Simm ♡ July 10, 1970

[sandushengshou]

S. T by Anonymous

[megu-meow]

when gojo falls in love - gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

Summary: She fell first, but he fell harder.

It was hard not to fall in love with Gojo Satoru. He was a ray of sunshine, always lifting the mood in every room, radiating the friendliest, kindest aura you have ever witnessed. His youthful, laid-back personality complemented his intelligence and wit, always having a funny comeback to Suguru's constant teasing.

He seemed so unapproachable to you, the Strongest, the Honored One, the Heir of the Gojo Clan, the Wielder of the Six Eyes, and Master of the Limitless. Those were the titles he was referred to in your crazy world, someone who was to be praised for the immense power he wielded and the enemies he had eliminated. However, you saw Satoru in a different light, finding other reasons to praise him. The gentleness he would befriend a stray cat with, the way he politely bows at the cashier at his favorite bakery, or the fact that he makes soup for everyone after a night out to cure your hangovers. He buys a bouquet of tulips for every girl and woman on Jujutsu Tech's campus, without exception, on International Women's Day. He remembers the lunch lady's son's birthday and gives her the remote-control car the young boy so desperately wanted because he knew Watanabe-sama, as he refers to her, could never afford it. He sits down to play chess with the elderly man in front of the convenience store every day because he knows he lost his opponent for the last 40 years not too long ago.

It is easy to fall in love with Gojo Satoru, however, it is hard for Gojo Satoru to fall in love. Or at least, that's what he thinks. At first, when you join them, he doesn't give much thought to it. He's pleased that there is another girl added to the group, so he and Suguru don't have to listen to Shoko's constant whining about them being gross anymore. He also relishes in the attention you give him, because he knows you're quite infatuated with him, like most of the girls are.

However, as time passes, he realizes that your kindness makes a red hue run across his pale cheeks. Every time he does the smallest things, you praise him for it. Others don't compliment him on his politeness, something he prides himself on because his mother taught him to act this way - the only person who loved him for him so far. Other people praise him for his technique, his unique eyes, and his otherworldly good looks. You're the only one who notices the small things he does and that warms his fragile heart. So he asks you out on a date.

He doesn't give it much thought, just a walk in the park full of cherry blossoms and ice cream. However, he swoons at the fact that you seem like this is the best date you have ever been on, you thank him repeatedly for paying for your ice cream and offer him the Kit Kat chunk the guy stuck into your dessert as an attempt to flirt with you, because you know Satoru loves Kit Kats, they're his favorite candy bar.

Gojo Satoru reaches one important conclusion that night, after walking you to your dorm room. You are, in fact, very easy to fall in love with.

Instead of fighting it, he lets this new feeling flourish. He starts putting in an insane amount of effort, he pays attention to the small things, he drinks up every word that you speak, he takes notes on his phone because he wants to walk the extra mile for you. His new goal in life becomes making you, the first girl who looks past the titles and likes him for him, happy. His enthusiasm in doing so never falters, even after years together or after marriage.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asks you as his extremely perceptive eyes take in your slumped shoulders, the dark circles under your eyes and the slight frown that replaces the pretty smile he fell in love with.

"Long day, baby, long day." you sigh and he is quick on his feet, he embraces you, leaving a loving kiss on the crown of your head.

"Change your wizarding clothes, pretty girl, I'll run you a bath. How does that sound, huh?"

"Amazing, Satoru. Thank you!" you respond, smiling tiredly, leaving a kiss on his glossy lips.

"Everything for you."

Not only does he prepare a bath, but he also lights some candles, drops some lavender-infused salts in the water, and prepares some fruits and your book as well. While you relax your body in the water which is the perfect temperature, he makes your favorite meal for dinner and starts up the fireplace so that the two of you can cuddle up on the couch.

After dinner he holds you close, absentmindedly running his hands over your back, in your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, small confessions that make you feel a lot better about yourself. Satoru would like to think that he is perfect at everything, but there's only one thing he takes pride in the most: learning how to make you feel better over the years. He always knows what to do, regardless of the reason why you're down. He knows how to pick you up.

"Toru?" he hears your voice, calling him by his favorite nickname. It makes him blush every time you call him that and he swears his heart picks up too.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Don't you ever get tired of taking care of me?"

"How could you say that?" he asks as he sits up, glaring at you with offended eyes "Of course not, baby. You're my everything, I could never get tired of making you feel good, love. It is also my duty as your lover to ensure your happiness. It's in my contract and everything." he makes you smile fondly, adoring his way of phrasing these things. Because even the hardest of conversations are pleasant when Satoru is there to put things so stupidly.

"Oh yeah? What else is in this contract of yours?"

"That I have to kiss you all the time. And - and that I will have to get you a cat at one point because I know you want one. I have to feed you when you're hungry and I have to do the laundry when you get home late. Oh, and most importantly I always have to split my desserts with you. Only you, not even Suguru gets to do splitsies."

"I see. And what is in my contract?"

"Nothing. You already honored yours." he says curtly and you look at him with confusion.

"How?"

"Well, the only thing in your contract was that you have to be my lover. Nothing else. I'm the one doing the heavy lifting here, every day I get to spend as your significant other is a good day for me. You don't have to do anything else to make me happy." he explains.

You look him in the eyes, your irises filled with nothing but adoration towards the man in front of you. It is so easy to be in love with Gojo Satoru, because he is a gentleman in a world of boys.

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Bumping Beach Bikini - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Pregnancy; References to Sex/Suggestive Jokes; Flirting; Use of Second Person POV “You,” No Physical Description of Reader (Minus Pregnancy), No Y/N

Summary: Rooster admires the view of his pregnant wife on the beach.

Master List

Bradley had a mental list of the best outfits that he had ever seen you in. There wasn’t a set ranking, just general levels of appreciation.

There was a step above your normal beauty and allure, which mostly included random casual outfits that for whatever reason just got him going. Like the yellow sundress that you wore when it was exceptionally hot out that was super easy to slide his hands under. Or those jean shorts that he loved to slip his hand into the back pocket and give your ass an appreciative squeeze. Or anything of his that you chose to wear.

And the step above those were your slightly dressier outfits that got him even more excited. The backless black dress that you wore out in Vegas when the two of you went out with the Dagger Squad. Or the blue floor length dress that you wore to Maverick and Penny’s wedding that looked like it was literally sculpted for you and your figure. Though he did rip the zipper on that one.

Then there were the more special outfits. Your wedding dress mostly, since he literally burst out into tears the second that he saw you step out in it. The photo of you that he kept in his cockpit was from your wedding day with your veil spread out around you, giving you a completely angelic appearance. And, well, Rooster was also very fond of the matching white lingerie set that you wore underneath it that night too. He did rip that one too though.

And at the very top of the pyramid of his favorite outfits was, of course, your birthday suit. Nothing would ever top that one.

But seeing you in a maternity bikini with one of his Hawaiian shirts wrapped around your shoulders and your baby bump sticking out from between the folds of his shirt—now that was a sight that he ingrained into his mind for the rest of his life. That one really challenged your birthday suit in his mind.

“What?” you laughed, shooting your husband a look as you applied more sunscreen. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re glowing,” Bradley praised, still taking in your beauty.

“With sweat,” you giggled, rubbing in another layer of sunscreen. “It’s only spring and I swear I’m melting already.” You set down the tube of sunscreen and shot your husband a playful look. “You just had to make sure that I was heavily pregnant during the hottest months of the year in Southern California, didn’t you, Bradshaw?”

“Maybe you should have done the math before you begged me to get you pregnant,” Bradley replied, a bit smugly.

“I don’t beg,” you scoffed, shooting him a look. “And besides you offered about fifty times before I let you. If anyone was begging, it was you, Bradley.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Rooster mused, smiling over at you.

There was one rule to surviving with a heavily pregnant wife—it was to let you win. On just about everything. Anything health or safety wise, he would argue back, but Rooster took a rain check on all of the little things. And frankly he got more satisfaction out of seeing you happy than being right.

“Do you have enough water?” Rooster asked, sitting up some more.

You reached over and lifted your giant water bottle into the air. Taking a long sip from it just to prove your point to your husband, you set your water bottle back down on the sand.

“I’m fine. Just need some time to relax,” you replied, leaning back in your seat. “Before it all really sets in.”

Reaching down to pick up your ankle, Rooster started to massage your foot, earning a sigh of relief from your lips. Practically melting into your chair, you turned to your husband with a small, thankful smile as you curled your toes a bit.

“I could get used to this.”

“I’m sure you could,” Rooster chuckled, rubbing the back of your calf.

“There’s only one thing that would make this better.”

“What?”

“Take your shirt off.”

“Mrs. Bradshaw,” Rooster jokingly admonished, causing you to smile wider. “Be careful suggesting that. I knocked up the last woman who asked me to take my shirt off in that tone.”

“I’ll take the risk,” you replied with a smile, rubbing your bump slowly.

“So long as you understand the risk,” Rooster returned with a wink.

“Jesus Christ, the rest of us are trying to eat here,” Phoenix cut in, sounding annoyed.

You and Rooster turned to the other Daggers, Maverick, and Penny, who was hiding an amused smile behind her hand. Maverick turned to Penny with a similar expression, shaking his head. But most of the other Daggers, those who were single anyways, shot both you and Rooster somewhat disgusted looks.

“Sorry,” you called sheepishly, waving to them.

“I’m not,” Rooster replied, reaching up to take his shirt off.

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happy birthday master — jjk one shot

happy birthday to our golden boy!!! 🥺🫶🏻

pairing: boyfriend!jk x fem!reader

warnings: lower case intended, maid cosplay (role-play?), making out, oral (male receiving), praising, hair pulling, spanking, clit play, unprotected sex, use of 'master" , bigdick!jk

wc: 1.7k+

note — not proof-read! y'all better ignore the mistakes cuz i wrote this quickly in one sitting 🥴

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you love jungkook more than anything.

and you'd go to the ends of the earth just to see him happy.

it’s his birthday today, and he’ll be home in just a few minutes. he had to go to his office for some work, which, to your relief, ended up taking him a few hours. that extra time was a blessing because it gave you the chance to get everything ready.

you want this to be perfect for him.

after all, he deserves nothing less on his special day.

that is why you bought a cute maid cosplay as a surprise for him!!

you’re a bit nervous about it, unsure if he’ll like it, but you remember the way his eyes lit up when he once mentioned maid cosplays... and just cosplays in general.

jungkook is always so generous with you. he gets you everything you want, often before you even have the chance to ask. and when it's your birthday, he makes sure it's an unforgettable experience, with grand celebrations that leave you in awe.

what you're doing right now might not compare to the extravagant surprises he plans for you, but you’re determined to make this the best birthday he’s ever had.

anything to see that smile on your boyfriend’s face, right?

you’re hiding behind the couch, dressed in your maid outfit, your heart racing with excitement.

your outfit is adorable—the skirt is mid-thigh length, and you notice how it rides up slightly, teasing just a hint of your ass.

the fabric hugging you just right, with a little bow on your chest that really completes the look.

you look like a birthday present (at least, you hope so!)

you’re excited, maybe a little nervous too

you’ve planned this surprise down to the last detail, and all you can do now is hope he’ll love it.

when he switches the lights on, you’re going to jump out like a bunny, and in that moment, you’ll find out if all this effort was worth it.

then, you hear the sound of the door unlocking. your heart skips a beat as you quickly get into position, ready to do your little jump.

“baby? you planning to scare me or something?” you hear him call out as he walks in, the sound of his keys jingling and you don't miss the slight teasing tone in his voice.

your heart is pounding in your chest as you quickly adjust your outfit, trying to steady your nerves.

the lights flick on, and you take a deep breath, jumping right into character.

“welcome home, m-master,” you stammer slightly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you see him standing there, his eyes wide with surprise. you almost laugh when you notice him nearly dropping the wine bottle in his hand.

“baby...” he slowly looks you up and down.

you catch the faintest hint of a curse under his breath, and it makes you smile, relieved to see that he’s clearly impressed.

“happy birthday,” you say softly as you walk over to him

“huh—oh, right, it’s my birthday, yeah wow.. fuck” he struggles to find his words, too distracted by your appearance. you chuckle, taking the bottle from him and placing it on the table with the cake and decorations.

his eyes never leave your body, tracing every curve and detail

“what do you think, master?” you ask, biting your lip as you look up at him.

“master?” he echoes, a smirk slowly spreading across his face as he meets your gaze.

“i am your maid for today, gonna serve you good” you reply, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt, “do you not like it, master?”

“like? baby, i fucking love it!” he says, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“you look so fucking pretty,” his hands slowly drift down, cupping your ass in his palms. you gasp softly, and he grins with satisfaction before leaning in to kiss your neck. “so beautiful,”

you let him grab and squeeze your ass gently, feeling his touch grow more intense. then, he captures your lips in a kiss.

“are you really gonna serve your master, baby?” he whispers against your lips.

“yes,” you breathe out, and he squeezes your

ass harder.

he kisses you again, this time more passionately. his tongue slips into your mouth, making you let out a soft moan. his hands make their way to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze.

after what feels like two minutes, you gently push him back. he looks at you, a little confused.

“you have to at least take one bite of that cake before we do anything else,” you say pointing at the cake.

“oh i'm definitely gonna take a bite,” he says as his hand lands a playful spank on your ass, making you yelp.

you quickly light the candle, the tiny flame flickering. as you finish, he pulls you closer to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“birthday wish?” you ask, tilting your head to look up at him, a soft smile on your lips.

he gazes down at you, his eyes softening, "i have you; what more could i want baby?" he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your face.

with a content sigh, he leans forward and blows out the candle. you carefully slice a piece of the cake, and then lift the piece to his lips. he takes a bite, savoring the taste, his eyes never leaving yours.

“delicious,” he says and you smile, pleased that he's enjoying the cake you made.

as you set the rest of the cake down, you notice a bit of cream on your fingers.

you smirk to yourself before you bring your fingers to your mouth, making sure he's watching every move. you slowly and deliberately suck the cream off your fingers, your tongue swirling around each finger, savoring the sweetness, while your eyes lock with his.

he kisses you immediately, his hands cupping your face, your tongues moving together as soft hums escape both of you. the kiss is urgent, yet passionate.

his breath catches, eyes darkening as he watches you.“fuck,” he breathes out, the word barely audible.

you start unbuttoning his shirt, your fingers fumbling slightly in your eagerness. he helps you take it off with one hand while his other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you closer, leaving no space between you as he deepens the kiss.

after a few heated minutes, he pulls back, his breath unsteady. “I'm your master for tonight, yeah baby?”

you nod quickly, your heart racing.

“gonna be a good girl for me, hm?”

“yes master,” you drop to your knees before him.

“mmph-fuck, yes baby, you're doing so good,” he groans, his voice thick with pleasure as you gag and drool on his cock. his breathing becomes ragged, each gasp echoing in the room as you take him deeper.

“you look so cute sucking my cock like that,” he murmurs, his hand gripping your hair as he watches you. the sight of your lips wrapped around him, the way your tongue swirls and your eyes water drives him wild. he groans, the sound low and deep, vibrating through his chest as he feels the warmth of your mouth engulfing him.

“fuck... get up, baby,” he orders, his voice filled with urgency. he moves his hand from your hair, helping you to your feet. he turns you around, guiding you into position.

"bend over for me, yeah?" he whispers, his tone commanding yet filled with affection. he pushes you gently down, and your hands grip the couch.

his hand travels down to your ass, giving it a sharp slap that makes you gasp. the sting makes you bite your lip, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you.

he doesn't stop there.

he continues delivering several more spanks, each one making you whimper and wriggle.

“you like that, baby?” he asks as he massages your now reddened ass, soothing the burn with soft, circular motions.

“mmfh... master, want you in me,” you whimper

he pulls your panties down in one swift motion, exposing your wetness to him. one hand stays on your hip holding you steady, while the other trails down to your clit. he moves his fingers slowly, rubbing them in teasing circles that make your legs weak. your moans grow louder, and your hips move involuntarily as he continues playing with your clit.

”will you let me cum inside you, baby?” he asks, his voice strained as his fingers continue their assault on your clit.

“yes... yes, please,” you moan out

he slaps your ass once more, the sound sharp and loud. “yes what?”

”yes, m-master,”

a satisfied smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he positions himself at your entrance. he teases you for a moment, rubbing the tip of his cock against your wetness before slowly pushing inside.

it feels so fucking good.

your walls stretching as his cock fills you completely.

he feels so fucking good.

“f-fuck master, so big!!” your grip on the couch tightens as you moan loudly. the feeling of his big cock inside you is almost too much, the pleasure so intense

“so tight, so good for me,” he grunts, his thrusts becoming faster, more forceful. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“such a perfect pussy,”

his hand stays on your hip, holding you in place as the other reaches up to your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your head back slightly. the added pressure makes you cry out, your body arching as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“so good... so fucking good,” he groans,

you can feel the heat building inside you, your body trembling. “master, i-i'm close,” you whimper, your voice shaky

“cum for me baby,” he growls, both of his hands moving to your hips to hold you as his thrusts become more urgent.

your body tensing before you cry out his name, your orgasm crashing over you. your walls tighten around him, pulsing as you moan, lost in the pleasure.

“fuck, baby, i'm gonna-" he gasps, his thrusts quickening before he drives into you one last time.

he cums hard, his grip on you tightening as he finds his release, filling you with warmth. for a moment, you both stay still, breathing heavily. slowly, he pulls out, a soft groan escaping his lips.

he then pulls you into his arms

“i love you so fucking much baby," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "you're perfect.”

“happy birthday, master” you let out a tired chuckle and so does he

“best birthday ever”

[jasmines-library]

Would it be too much to request a batsis oneshot, about her knowing how to cook😆 like whenever Alfred is not available he leaves her in charge to help ensure the other family members are eating without buring down the house🤭 also a lil thing u could add is she often visits the manor just to cook cuz Alfred always keeps the kitchen fully stocked with ingredients which means she can cook pretty much anything she desires💜 I just thought it'd be cute to have Bruce be envious of his daughters cooking skills whereas he lacks them🤭

Kitchen Antics

Thanks for requesting! This was cute to write!

Word Count: 1k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

“I still don’t think this is very fair.” Bruce pouted as you slid the plate in front of him.

“Hm?”

“This.” He gestured to the plate that you had served to him, piled to the brim. It had taken you hours to prepare, especially without Alfred’s help, but it was well worth it. “How come Alfred lets you cook and not me. I’m a fully grown adult. I should be allowed to cook a meal for my family.”

“Maybe it’s because you can’t actually cook.” You threw over your shoulder with a smug grin. 

That earnt a snort from Damian which he hid poorly behind a hand. Bruce shot him an unamused look. 

“Can too.” Bruce said. This time you raised a brow as you slid into your seat.

“Oh yeah, because the last time you cooked it turned out great.” Jason rolled his eyes. 

You remember it distinctly. It was one of the first times Alfred was away and had reluctantly let Bruce use the kitchen. He had regretted it the moment he returned because his kitchen was hardly recognisable. And the food Bruce had cooked was less so. If you could even count it as food. It was the furthest thing from edible. Somehow undercooked and burnt to a crisp around the edges at the same time. Even Alfred wasn’t sure how he managed to do that, and he had seen almost everything when baking with the rest of your brothers. It was safe to say that Bruce was no longer allowed in the kitchen after that. So, the responsibility turned to you. 

Alfred had always said you had a natural talent for cooking, though you swore it was because you had the best teacher: You had spent countless hours helping him when you were younger and you were the only person he didn’t seem to physically wince at when you walked into the kitchen. So, naturally when he announced he was leaving this week he entrusted you to make sure the family were fed without the entire manor being burnt down, or being filled with takeout boxes.

Your brothers had tried countless times to worm their way into the kitchen, but you ushered them out every time. They were just as bad as Bruce when it came to cooking. There was one time Damian and Dick had tried to bake a cake to surprise Bruce on his birthday. And it did…when the fire they had started nearly set the whole kitchen alight. Luckily Alfred had smelt it before any real damage could happen, but the pair of adults were far from happy. Jason had never shown much interest in cooking. He would usually just grab himself a snack from one of the cupboards instead of actually cooking himself something, so he had never really been an issue to keep out. Though, often he would try to sabotage your work just to wind you up. As for Tim, he was the best out of the four boys. By no means a master at work, it was often slightly bland but he was the only one who hadn’t tried to kill everyone with his cooking so he got bonus points for that. 

“That was one time.” Bruce turned his head away, pouting like a small child.

“Tt. Father, I think you’ve tried to poison us every time you’ve gone near the kitchen.” Damian jested through a mouthful of food. “Perhaps you should ask Joker to try it. Might take a villain off of our hands.”

Tim stifled a laugh. “This is lovely, Y/N. Thank you.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

The six of you fell into a comfortable silence as you ate, before Bruce finally spoke up again. Cutting through the sound of cutlery scraping against china plates.

“Is my cooking really that bad?”

He was answered with silence. And a lot of smirks.

“...Are you jealous of Y/N, Father?” Dick grinned.

“Psh…No.”

Bruce was a terrible liar. 

~

“Do you need any assistance, Miss Y/N?” Alfred poked his head around the kitchen door. He had returned from his trip not too long ago, glad to see that everyone had been well fed and that the house was still in one piece. 

Glancing up from the bowl of ingredients you were whisking, you met Alfred’s proud glance. “No thank you, Alfred. You already have everything I need.”

Alfred smiled up at you. It was nice for you to stop by once in a while to see them. He enjoyed seeing you cook. Better yet he enjoyed tasting your new creations each week so he kept everything stocked, even if he knew he wouldn’t need it himself. The shelves were lined with all sorts of spices, flours, sugars and ingredients for you to create something new so that if you ever decided to stop by (which you liked to do at least once a week) he would have everything  you could ever need.

Your brothers loved it when you would bring over food to them too. Most of it would be gone in minutes and they would turn to you asking for more. Bruce would do the same too, although he would still have that look of teasing jealousy on his face. But he was proud really. And glad that at least one of his children had enough common sense to not set the entire manor alight when baking a cake. 

BATFAM TAGLIST:

@aestheticdaisies

@hell-o-kittys

@xxrougefangxx

@mamapucket

@hearts4robs

@harleycao

[twice-inamillion]

The Company 

Personal Assistants

Smut (Defloration, girl on girl, virgin sex, deep penetration, rough sex, masturbating, creampie, double facial, slight humiliation )

Chapter 1

2,800 Words 

(IU and Irene become your personal assistants for your new entertainment company. You can’t help but take them out for a spin before putting them to work. )

“How is the birthday boy doing?”

“I’m doing great. Happy that you gave me this opportunity to create my own company.”

“It’s the least I could do. You’ve been a great son and have put a lot of work into learning about the company. I just want to give you the chance to build your own.”

“Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate it. I won’t disappoint you. I’ll make sure that I make this new division of our legacy a great one.”

“That’s my boy.” Your dad looks at the closed door and says, “I have a present for you.” 

“You shouldn’t have.” 

“It’s going to help you in your endeavors, plus they will be a good distraction for you if you ever feel stressed.” Your dad opens the door, and in comes two beautiful women. “This is Lee Ji-Eun, stage name IU, and Bae Joo-hyun doesn’t have a stage name yet. They are going to be your personal assistants and be there for whatever you need. I have personally picked them for you.” 

The two women bow and introduce themselves to you. “Annyeonghaseyo, I’m Lee-Ji-eun, and I’m Bae Joo-hyun. We will be serving you from now on, so please treat us well.”

You can’t help but admire their beauty and silently thank your dad for giving you two beautiful assistants. IU then gives you a letter, “Your father told me to give you this letter once we get acquainted,” and hands you the letter. 

“Wish you the best. These two are part of your birthday gift. Their parents have some issues, and they volunteered to be your assistants if I help them a bit. They are instructed to follow every one of your commands. Ask them anything, and they will do it, like telling them to cook or massage you. Hell, you can even fuck them if you want to, and they won’t say no. Have fun, son, and enjoy.

P.S. Also, these two beautiful ladies are also virgins, so enjoy it even more.

From your father,

XXX”””

You look back at them, and you’re in disbelief but wonder if what your father said is true. You know there is only one way to find out, and that’s by testing it. 

With a commanding voice, you say, “Both of you strip.” 

They are both surprised by the sudden command and hesitate but remember the contract they signed. 

Both of them look at each other and slowly undo their buttoned-up blouses and then their skirt until they are both in underwear.

You can’t help but admire their pale white skin that blends with their white bra and panties. “I don’t think you heard me right, I said strip. Strip completely!”

They tremble from your voice and quickly undo their bra, then underwear. They use their hands to cover their small breast and private area. “We stripped as you ordered, sir.” 

They avoid your gaze and look down at the floor. “Both of you have beautiful bodies and cream-white skin.” You walk towards them and slowly caress their skin. IU, looking like the more submissive one, gets your attention first. You place your hand on her small button, her waist, and remove her hands from her breast to make it easier to cup. Just like you predicted, she doesn’t resist and allows you to move her body as you wish. 

On the other hand, Bae Joo-hyun shivers at the slightest touch of your hand on her body. IU pulls you to the side and whispers to you, “Sir, hmm… Bae Joo-hyun hates men. Don’t think she likes being near them. Your father told me to tell you this: “Make Bae Joo-hyun submit to you.” Personally, I won’t resist since you are our new master, but you might need to be a bit forceful with her. Obviously, we know our role here, and of course, we wouldn’t dare to go against you, but you can always give us a command, and we’ll follow it to the letter.” 

You look back at Bae Joo-hyun and at IU, thinking about the complete personalities they both have. You debate if you should ask her to remove her hands from her breast and private area or command her to do it.

After thinking it over, you say, “Calling you by your given name seems too much. I’m going to give you a stage name. Is that okay?”

Bae Joo-hyun finally looks up at you and says, “Yes sir, that’s okay.” 

“You’re going to be Irene from now on.”

“Thank you for the name, sir.” 

“Also, remove your hands; I want to see all of you.”

She looks both angry and afraid and slowly removes her hand from her breast. IU looks at Irene’s unwillingness to remove her hand from her lower area, moves close to her, and grabs her hand, interlocking it with hers for support.

With both women completely exposed, you can’t help but sit on the single couch and admire their bodies. 

“I want you both to kiss each other on the bed over there.”

IU grabs Irene’s hand and walks her to your bedroom. She sits on the bed, slowly grabs her face, and kisses her. Irene closed her eyes and reciprocated, enjoying the kissing session. 

Minutes pass, and you can’t help but enjoy the show. Wanting to see more, you say, “Since you two are enjoying kissing so much, masturbate together.”

Irene is shocked by the sudden request by IU; on the other hand, she wants to please her new master and get on his good side. 

“Yes, as you wish.” 

She pushes Irene down and starts to suck on her tits while playing with Irene’s leaking cunt. She uses her fingers to rub Irene’s soaked folds, causing Irene to moan loudly. It’s her first time having her cunt touched by someone else, and IU’s soft and thin fingers turn her on. 

You watch as the two of them have a good time as they moan in sync. You pull out your cock and begin to stroke it. As Irene drowns in pleasure as IU moves down to eat out Irene. You can’t help but get a bit jealous and decide to do something crazy.

You stand and walk towards the bed at full length and see IU with her ass sticking up. “Fuck you have a really nice pussy” as you trace IU’s folds. IU’s pussy twitches from your touch but doesn’t react and just continues to eat out Irene.

“It’s so nice and small. Let’s see if it’s true,” as you use both of your fingers to split open IU’s cunt. Immediately, you see IU’s juices ooze out and stain the bedsheets. “Damn, you’re this wet already? And look here, it’s true,” as you see her hymen intact. Captivated by the thin layer of flesh, you insert your finger and caress it. IU yelps from your cold touch, making her move her hips. 

Based on her reaction, you see this as a green light, “Fuck it, he said your mine to use, so let’s put you to work.”

Irene opens her eyes and sees you behind IU and panics, “Ji-eun, behind you!” She sees your smirk and watches as you lick your lips. “Please don’t!”

You grab your cock and align to IU’s small entrance. Your cock presses the head of your cock against her thin folds and slowly inserts yourself. IU cries from the sense of her lips being split wide open. Her body crashed onto Irene as she was overwhelmed by the new sensation. 

Little by little, you insert more of your cock until you reach the thin barrier that’s separating you from reaching her womanhood. “Here I go. Take all of my cock” as you press on forward. The both of you can feel the exact moment you take IU’s virginity. She grunts out in pain and digs her nails deep into Irene’s arms. 

Irene feels the weight of both you and IU on her body. Many things rush through her mind, like why is he fucking IU, and is she going to be next? She was originally okay with being his personal assistant and knew that sex was going to happen eventually but not this fast. 

“Fuck, you have a really tight pussy. I don’t think I can wait!” You give her little to no adjustment and thrust the rest of your cock. 

“Ahh… it hurts!! You’re too big! Pull it out! IU’s small body frame doesn’t seem to be able to handle the size of your massive cock, but to you, that doesn’t matter. All that matters in your mind is enjoying her body and nothing else. 

You start off with small thrusts and increase the pace little by little. Your balls slap against her small frame. “I’m going to make sure I have fun with you both. So don’t worry, Irene, you’ll also enjoy some of this.”

After some time, IU’s walls clench on your cock, signaling her orgasm. You pull most of your length, only leaving the tip of your cock, and immediately shove it with such force that makes IU cough. “Fuck!! I’m going to cum!! You feel her orgasm as your cock is coated in her juices.

Instead of letting her relax through her orgasm you increase the thrust of your cock. IU, at this point, is a mess from her orgasm a few seconds ago. “I can’t believe your pussy is this tight. I’m going to make sure we enjoy this,” as you look at Irene. 

“Wai…wait…don’t go so fast, you’re rearranging my insides!”

“Don’t worry about that. Worry about pleasuring my cock instead.”

As you continue your thrusting, IU begins to lose consciousness. Her mouth oozes drool while her eyes are rolled back. Irene can only watch as she sees IU getting destroyed by your cock. The only thing going through her mind is if you’re going to be satisfied with just IU or if you’re going for her next. 

“Fuck…I’m going to cum!” You give her one last thrust and release a large wave of cum. Her cunts immediately milks your cock, filling her womb. You feel your core completely hot as you finish your own orgasm. 

“Fuck… that felt really good. I think I can go another round,” as you pull out your cock from IU’s freshly deflowered cunt. The only sound you hear is a loud pop, followed by a mixture of cum and IU’s nectar staining the bedroom sheets. 

You walk to the bathroom to get yourself clean, and when you return, you see Irene trying to wake up IU. “Wake up, please,” as she taps her cheeks. Wanting to tease Irene, you say, “Alright, ready for round two?” 

Those were the words she didn’t want to hear; she knew after seeing IU getting fucked by your massive cock she might end up the same way. You walk towards the bed, move IU’s unconscious body to the side, and grab Irene’s hand. “Come over here, and let's have some fun.” She knows she can’t reject any of your commands without facing the consequences. So without a complaint, she follows you towards your couch and sits on the empty seat. 

“Sorry for what you just saw, but I really couldn’t help it; her cunt looked so inviting that I couldn’t resist. But don’t worry, I’m not going to force myself on you. You’re going to be the one to decide when you give your first to me, but don’t take too long because I’m not too fond of people who make me wait. Do you understand?” 

Irene nods her head, “Yes, I understand, sir.”

“Okay, sounds good. Now that we have an understanding, how about we have some fun.”

Confused, Irene asks, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I want you to suck my cock” whipping your flaccid cock in hand. 

“You want me to su…suck it?”

“Yeah, you think I’m going to leave you without a taste? I’m not that mean, I treat everyone fairly. IU got a little extra, but that’s on me. I want us to get to know each other better, so I’m only going to say this once, suck my cock.” 

With a smile on your face, she looks at your cock and reaches for it. You can see her hands slightly trembling as she holds it in her hand. “Don’t be shy; it's not going to bite. Just hold it nicely, give it a few strokes, and put it in your mouth.”

With her right hand, she gives you a slow pump, waking up your member once more. Little by little it slowly wakes up, “Focus on the head, pull the skin down.” Irene does as she’s told and pulls your foreskin back, revealing your mushroom tip. “Come on, lick it.” She slowly moves her head, sticks her tongue out, and likes the tip of your cock. It twitches, which catches her off guard. 

Irene tilts her head up, looks at you, and looks back down. She knows there is no way out and accepts her fate as our personal plaything. She hesitantly opens her mouth and slowly takes in the tip of your cock. 

“Good girl, take it nice and slow. There is no rush.” 

She takes your cock a small amount at a time until it's a fourth way inside. You place your hand on the back of her head and say, “Alright, just relax your mouth and don’t close it, okay?” She nods, and you bob her head slowly. With her head going up and down, she can feel it getting bigger, enough for it to reach her throat. This causes her to gag and place her hands on your legs to push you away. 

“You’ve never sucked at cock, huh.” Irene looks at you and nods her head from side to side. “I guess it can’t be helped. Just lick it instead” and pull your cock back out. 

So for the next few minutes, all she does is lick your cock from top to bottom as well as your balls. You can't help but feel disappointed, but instead of focusing on the bad side, you think to yourself, “I can train her to my preference.”

Suddenly, from the side of your eye, you see IU lift herself back up and turn her head next to you. Her face is a complete mess, her mascara is ruined, and her hair is undone. She makes her way down the bed and tries to walk but stumbles. Her legs are completely numb, and the more she walks, the more cum runs down her thighs. But like the good little girl she is, she makes her way to the couch, gets on her knees, and gives you a look of lust. 

“Seems like someone knows her place. You’re going to be responsible for teaching Irene a thing or two, okay.” IU nods her head and sticks her tongue out. You stand up and stroke your cock in front of IU at a medium pace. She patiently waits for her treat and focuses on your cock. 

“Fuck, I’m about to come soon.”

Irene looks at IU on her knees, her tongue out, and does the same. She gets on her knees next to IU and sticks her tongue out as well.

“Ohh… you’re getting the hang of it, that’s good.”

You feel the cum in your balls making its way up to your cock, and you spray both their faces white. Irene closes her eyes, but IU, on the other hand, stays still and enjoys her treat. 

“You both look good in white; now, how about you kiss and swap that cum you both caught in that pretty mouth.” 

Like good girls, they don’t wait and have a kissing session as you video record it on your phone to enjoy.

——————- 

A year since that day, and both of them have been a great help in setting up your company. They look through a list of possible candidates for the company and circle the ones they think have potential as trainees.

“What do you think about these five girls right here, Irene?” 

“They look good; one is a really good dancer, and the other one can sing.”

“What about our list?”

“It’s going well. I can’t help but want all of them to join, but the boss wants talent. So for sure, I want these right here,” as IU shows Irene her picks. 

[nerdy-talks]

Happy Birthday Mammon 💛

I will happily give you as much love and as many presents as your heart desires 💛

[gguk-n]

Luxury in Love's blind spot (Arthur Leclerc x fwb!reader)

[Set up- Reader is the grand-daughter of one of the richest man in the world. Maybe Arthur and the reader are a bit of a red flags in this.]

Summary- It’s never a good idea to get into a friends with benefit situation with an attractive man. You’ll only have your heart broken

Ending

[Reader's POV]

The first time me and Arthur met was on my birthday. I was out with a couple of friends in Monaco when I met Arthur in a club; I was a little tipsy and he was cute and too attractive to not take home for the night. I was drunk and horny and Arthur was willing to entertain me.

That night Arthur and I, ended up in my bed with some of the best sex I've ever had. This turned into a proper agreement; I was literally flying back to Monaco just to fuck Arthur with some of the most expensive gifts I could get my hands on. It was how I showed my love and appreciation, I told myself. I had become exclusive to Arthur. This felt like those stupid books where the reader falls in love with her friend with benefit when they explicitly said they shouldn't. But what was I supposed to do. The only person in my life that seemed to genuinely care about me was him. He would text me asking if I had food, or how the classes were. Sometimes, I wished I was doing my Masters in Monaco and not the UK but the flight was quite short. So, I would constantly be back in Monaco whenever he was around.

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Arthur was in the UK due to the race. I was very happy that we would get to hang out. I had tried to invite him over to family gatherings, as a friend obviously since I realised that I had started liking him. But he had always been busy due to the race or for some other reason. I felt a little disappointed but what could I do. He had apparently never mentioned me to his family; I only found that out when I went to meet him at the hotel when he was in the UK.

I handed the keys to my Porsche, to the valet and walked towards his Hotel room with a large bouquet of flowers, a box of his favourite chocolates from Italy, a new Rolex and a separate bag with some more chocolates for his brothers. I pressed the button to his floor on the elevator which took me there. I walked towards his room; knocking the door. A shocked Arthur opened the door. "Hi!!" I greeted, I wanted to hug him but my hands were full. "Why did you come here? I told I'd meet you at your place." Arthur muttered. "I wanted to surprise you." I exclaimed. "How did you get my room number?" he asked. "You told me silly, a couple days back, remember. Now, my hands hurt. Can I put this down?" I asked. Arthur reluctantly let me in. I saw both his brothers sat on the bed and chair. I placed the stuff on the table and greeted them. They looked at me confused. Arthur stepped in and told them I was a friend and that we would be leaving now. I handed them the bag of chocolates I got for them. "This is for you, as an apology. I'm gonna be stealing Arthur away for a couple days now." I giggled. "And these are for you, darling." I continued, placing the bouquet in Arthur's hands. He pulled me away, "Why'd you get all this?" he questioned. "I always get you stuff when I visit." I mumbled. "Well, you didn't have to. Let's leave." he dragged me out without even greeting his brothers good bye.

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The day of my graduation is when shit hit the fan. My family couldn't make it because my younger sibling was graduating and a Master's wasn't even a big deal they said. I asked Arthur if he could come but he was busy too. So, I spent my graduation alone. Until I got a call from Arthur the next day, so instead of flying back home, I flew to Monaco.

We hung out at Arthur's place getting drunk. "You don't usually get this drunk." Arthur commented. "I just wanna forget everything" I slurred. I reached out and pressed a kiss against his lips. "Let's get you some water." Arthur said getting up from the sofa. "I only need you" I said while pulling him back down. Arthur laughed, "sure, but only when you're sober." I straddled his lap while cupping his cheeks, "Please, don't leave, like everyone does." I begged with tears in my eyes. "I'm not going anywhere." Arthur whispered. "Promise?!" "Promise" he replied. "Because I love you so much" I mumbled. "You don't know what you're saying" Arthur sighed. "Drunk words are sober thought, babe." I replied. "Let's talk about this when you're sober." he suggested. "I don't think I'll have the courage to tell you this when I'm sober. I love you Arthur Leclerc, I have for a while. Sorry for breaking the agreement. I just couldn't help falling for you when you were so nice to me. But I know you don't feel that way. I've seen the way you are ashamed to be seen with me. That's the reason you've never invited me to your races or introduced me to your family or met mine, matter of fact." I rambled. "I-I-I" Arthur stammered. "It's ok sweet heart. I would be ashamed to be seen with me too." I let out a dry laugh. The lump in my throat was bigger and my eyes hurt. "I wish you loved me." I sighed "If you ever truly cared for me for even a moment then you'll reject me. So that I can finally move on from you." I suggested. "I'm sorry, I can't love you the way you want me too." Arthur said. Those words pierced my heart like a knife, I wiped away the tears that had started falling from my eyes.

This whole conversation had sobered me, I got up and started grabbing my stuff. "Where are you going?" Arthur asked. "Home, Arthur." I replied. "It's so late, stay the night." he requested. "It's ok, my assistant will come pick me up. Don't worry about me" I said while stumbling out of the door on call with my assistant.

[peachesyeo]

Treasure - MATZ his precious treasure

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

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

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

special mention to @sousydive for your unwavering support, and if this series is welcomed i'll expand it for you and to all other readers.

thank you @minkilicious, @yourfatherlucifer, @gong-fourz, @hongthoven and @owlbeforesunset for recommendation of songs!

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

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if you have not read the preview

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

His beta.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yes!"

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

"O-one!"

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

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

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

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

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Treasure.”

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[jaylaxies]

PERVERT!JAEMIN

genre/cw: pervert!jaemin, smut, stealing panties, slight somnophilia, best friends au

warning: 18+ content, minors dni

a/n: happy birthday to my princess boy <3

Pervert!Jaemin who is your best friend and that’s enough of an excuse for him to stay at your place for however long he wishes, just to stare at you in your comfiest setting. He knows how you trust him blindly, to the point you don’t bother wearing a bra around him, which he loves.

Pervert!Jaemin who loves to help you with your chores, leaving your favourite chocolates on the highest shelf just so you call him for his assistance, which would provide him with the perfect opportunity to sandwich you between him and the counter, subtly rubbing his cock on your clothed ass as he gives you back your chocolates.

Pervert!Jaemin who offers to do your laundry, not wanting to be around your place without extending some kind of help. It only ends up benefiting him when he steals one of your lacy, soiled panties for his own use, wrapping the dainty material around his thick cock, defiling it further.

Pervert!Jaemin who loves showing affection. His arms are always wrapped around your figure, even more so when you cuddle and sleep next to him, giving him the perfect opportunity to rub himself on your ass, maybe even using your hand to get off if he feels bold enough.

Pervert!Jaemin who acts clumsy at times to garner attention, forgetting to close the door just to see you change through the slightest door opening, accidentally spilling water on you and panicking, only to get a towel and tap it all over your chest in an attempt to feel your tits.

Pervert!Jaemin who loves photography and asks you to be his muse, posing for him in all ways possible, exactly how he guides you. Manipulation is an art he has mastered, and that’s how you find yourself in nothing but your lingerie, posing for Jaemin to help him with his portfolio (read: getting off at night).

Pervert!Jaemin who helps you in the gym, being consistent at exercising. Little do you know it’s all his plan to see you in those yoga pants, to touch you while correcting your postures and guiding you through it all, however, he might lose himself midway when he hears you whimper softly.

Pervert!Jaemin who doesn’t waste a second in pulling you to an empty changing room, the dazed look in your eyes being enough for him to know how much you crave his cock, not knowing that you, in fact, are just the right match for him when it comes to being wild. So, he sternly asks you to keep your eyes on the mirror as he thrusts into you, groaning and nibbling on your earlobe.

Pervert!Jaemin who doesn’t mind the people around you and shoves his fingers down your panties, glad you wore a skirt while sitting in the bus with him, asking you to keep quiet with a chuckle as he successfully makes you fall apart on his fingers.

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[eureka-its-zico]

Happy Birthday, Zoro

Synopsis: Zoro wasn't much for birthday's until he met you.

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Genre: fluffy, friends to lovers, (Zoro and Doc)

Words: 2.5K

A/N: I had to write something for the birthday boy before the day is over. It is probably the shortest thing I've written in a hot minute, but I hope it is still enjoyable. Much love, Jenn.

He’d let it slip one night while you’d all been celebrating Nami’s birthday. Of course, she’d asked for fireworks and pretty gifts. She’d also asked to play poker, but that was something you and the rest of the crew weren’t willing to talk about. 

There was no way someone won every single time. 

Cheating aside, the one thing that Zoro could agree on was the booze. You’d both been sent out to pick it up. Who better than the resident alcoholic on the ship to know what a good brand was? 

What you hadn’t expected was for him to basically pull you out of your reading nook in the galley. You could still feel the way his fingers had snaked around to grip the inside of your arm. Two seconds later, he was lifting you up and out of your spot with your book almost fumbling to the floor. 

“Zoro-“

“Come on, Doc, you're coming with me.”

“You could’ve asked!” You huffed. 

You were well aware that Zoro was still holding onto your arm. You were also well aware that he was much closer than usual making it hard for you to remember that you were mad at him. Big mad because you were just getting to the good part in your book. 

“I am asking.”

Gods. He said it like a fact. His face was as smooth as stone and unblinking.

This was your Zoro. Master of having zero tact. 

“Asking is with words, you ass.”

“Yeah, I don’t do that.”

“I’ve noticed.”

And with that, he took it as you conceded to go with him into town. In part, it was probably for the best. Zoro’s people skills were nonexistent and you and Sanji frequently had to apologize for him. 

While the trip to town was enjoyable, what made it the best was the way Zoro changed around you. It wasn’t an astronomical change. He didn’t talk a whole lot more or say fewer things that reminded you he was an asshole (but he was your asshole so…) or be less broody. What he did was smile more. 

They ranged from the small smirks he did when you were talking. Your animated hand movements with every other word as you weave a deep story for him or an excessive explanation on why using chopsticks for hair pins was an ingenious idea. You wondered if Zoro himself even realized he was doing it. But your all-time favorite? 

It was when he smiled brighter than any star in the sky. His entire face lit up and chased back all the broody darkness he usually wore like armor. So, while you were upset to be torn from your book, you knew you would much rather be here in town with him. 

When you arrived at the store Zoro immediately asked for samples. Two of everything. You thought he meant for himself, but felt complete terror widen your eyes when he slid one over to your place beside him at the bar. The only response you got was a raised brow and a smirk he quickly covered with the edge of his glass. 

“What? Can steal a man’s glass from a dinner table but not an offered one?”

“Excuse me. I only did that because I knew you wanted it.”

“Hmmm. So, if I vocally say I don’t want you to drink with me, you’ll drink?”

You took a sniff of the amber liquid poured into the glass and felt your eyebrows curl up in retreat. 

“This smells like regret,” you informed him with your eyes looking over the rim of the glass at his very striking figure. 

This man was insane if he thought you were going to drink with him. You had no control over your mouth once you had one glass too many and you weren’t sure you could take responsibility for whatever your hands may, or may not, do. Especially since he was wearing another one of his gi’s, which suspiciously looked more untucked in the chest area than usual. 

You were going to have to ask Nami if she might have spilled some secrets from a girls' night. 

“There is no such thing as regret. Just a learning experience.”

“Yeah, no. That sounds like regret.”

He let out an annoyed sigh as he kicked back what was left inside the glass. The man didn’t even pull a face. He just casually swallowed it and placed the glass rim down first on the bar. 

“That’s going to be a no.” He hummed to himself before he turned to look at you. “Look, Doc, I just want a second opinion on the booze. It’s for Nami’s special day or whatever.”

He had a point. You didn’t want Zoro picking something that was strong enough to melt the hair off a man’s chest, but you also didn’t want it growing any hair on anyone’s chest, either. 

“Fair point.” 

You took one last look at your glass before grabbing it and slamming back its contents. The regret was instant as it burned its way down your throat and boiled molten in your belly. You couldn’t keep from coughing as you tried to shoot daggers in his direction. 

“You know what you learned there?” Zoro asked.

You were scared to ask but felt yourself coughing, “What?” regardless. 

“You don’t like that one.”

Your hand lightly smacked him in the arm on a whim. You waited for him to turn and give you a death glare from the tap, but you were given a soft smile instead and was that- did Zoro just laugh? 

He was already on his fifth glass and maybe that was why he was being so damn cute. Yeah, that was it. Zoro instantly became a lightweight. 

You knocked back the second one in record time. This time, it didn’t burn as much as the first, but it still didn’t taste much better. 

“I never understood the big deal about birthdays.” Zoro’s voice was deep in thought, his eyes roaming the inside of the empty glass of his sixth drink. “It’s just a day.”

A “Tsk,” pushed past your lips as you leaned over towards him. Your cheek rested on his arm as you looked up at him. It felt like it was taking forever for him to even glance down at you. You were about to poke him in his side to finally make him move when dark eyes fell down on your face.

Gods, you really needed to remember to breathe. 

“It’s not just a day! It’s the day you were born. It’s not just to celebrate but to be grateful that you’re here. I’m grateful you’re here.”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob in his throat. The way his eyes flashed with something you weren’t used to seeing made a question form on your tongue but before you could ask it, Zoro looked away and back at the table. His hand wrapped around a new glass and quickly emptied its contents. 

“Come on, we still have a lot of booze to get through.”

It wasn’t until the two of you were squeezed into a booth, all of the booze gone, and your head resting on his shoulder, with Zoro’s head resting on yours, that he mentioned it again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever celebrated my birthday before,” he hummed. His fingers were playing with the hem of the pocket on your cargo pants. “But if I did. I want it to be with you.” 

It felt silly that just a few words could make your heart race like it did. It was the booze, you’d reminded yourself. You’d both drunk enough to tranquilize a sea beast. Zoro would never just mumble things like this to you, resting his head on yours like he did. 

That day Zoro didn’t say more than that and you didn’t press him. Not that you could, anyways. You couldn’t even remember the walk back to the Merry. The night of Nami’s birthday, in the middle of the fireworks, you’d both been sitting on the deck. Your eyes cast up to the explosion of color that painted the sky. 

“November.”

“What?”

A finger stroked the neck of the bottle he’d been nursing. His wrist found a comfortable spot on his knee as he leaned back on his palm. It was enough to look natural - enough to not bring attention to the fact this position easily put him shoulder-to-shoulder beside you. 

“My birthday it’s…it’s in November. If you are curious.”

July came and went. August and September. You practically counted each day in each month and hated how it seemed to go so fast, but not fast enough. You’d planned and had every idea of how you were going to give him one of the best birthdays ever.

You’d already bought his favorite whiskey and gave it a cute little bow. You’d even asked Sanji to show you how to make a cake. You practiced tirelessly with Sanji watching you every step of the way. So, you couldn’t understand how or why your cake looked like a deflated balloon. 

“Did you overbeat the flour?”

Sanji was leaning back against the counter. A hand covering his mouth because you knew he was either smiling or frowning or a mixture of both. The towel he’d used to clean up your earlier spill rested over his shoulder. 

“I don’t know,” you groaned into your hands. 

“It’s alright. It’s not the time to panic-“

“It is the perfect time to panic! I don’t have time to try and redo the cake, Sanji.”

The day was almost over. Zoro had spent the majority of it out with Luffy. You’d been waiting for them both to come back and when they did, it was night. You weren’t sure how many hours were left in the day for you to do this, but you knew you didn’t have a lot of time left. 

“Can you hand me a cookie cutter?”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna improvise.”

You used the cookie cutter to find the best part of the cake and cut out a piece. You slammed on maybe too much frosting and quickly went and grabbed your present from your room. It might have been a good idea to change since you were practically wearing most of the cake ingredients on your clothes. 

It was too late to change anything. You were already in front of his door and with the tip of your boot knocked as gently as you could. You could hear the slightest sounds of Zoro moving around inside—a groan and what sounded like a few choice words grumbled right after. 

You weren’t ready for what greeted you. 

Zoro swung open the door and all your brain functions ceased. He was shirtless. The scars Mihawk had given him were fully on display along with every ridiculous muscle definition known to man. His hair was haphazard from sleep, eyes still struggling to focus, with pants hung low at his hips. You weren’t sure if you should be thankful or happy. One thing was for sure. You almost dropped your cake. 

“Oh, hey Doc. What’s up?”

Fuck. Was his voice always so unnecessarily rich like this when he woke up? You weren’t sure why, but you panicked and practically shoved the items towards his face. 

“Surprise!”

He looked from your would-be birthday cake and the bottle of whiskey with a bow and back to you. 

“What is this for?”

“Your birthday, silly.”

That seemed to wake him up and not in a good way. He quickly reached out and pulled you inside. He shut the door behind you and if it weren’t for the bit of moonlight that showed through his window, you both would’ve been consumed by darkness. 

Zoro moved forward and you remembered you were in a dimly lit room with him. With a tight smile on your face, you lifted the cake and repeated, “Surprise!”

“You said that already.”

“True but this time it didn’t result in you pulling me anywhere. I brought matches too so you could blow out the candle on your cake.”

Zoro took one look at your cake and all that grumpy energy he held from being woken up disappeared. It was replaced with a soft grin as he looked from the cake to you. 

“Why is it in the shape of a Christmas tree?”

“Let's not focus on the details. Oh, and this is for you too!”

Yes, you were nervous. Yes, this was the first time you’d been inside his room like this, but everything was fine. It was fine. So, there wasn’t any real reason why you almost slammed the bottle into his chest. Zoro didn’t seem to mind the small impact as his eyes landed on the label. 

“It’s my favorite one.”

“I know. It took me a while to find it. Come on. Come sit.” 

You moved to sit on the edge of his bed. Your fingers went to dig the matchbox out of your pocket, and as soon as you got it out, strike one to light up the candle. You carefully lifted the plate back up in your hands as Zoro sat down beside you. The soft glow of the candle made all the hardness of his jaw and cheeks appear softer and the plushness of his lips more inviting. Everything about Zoro appeared different in the soft illumination of the candle and you wished you could draw it to memory. 

A smile that was big and genuine lifted the corners of your mouth. Your hands held up the plate at the best angle between you as you softly said, “Happy Birthday, Zoro. Make a wish.”

Zoro tried to shake away the smirk that started to form before he leaned forward and blew out his candle. You turned to place the plate on the barrel beside the bed. 

“Are you going to ask me what I wished for?”

You froze in place. Your heart suddenly beat wildly against your chest as you struggled to swallow past your racing pulse. You hoped when you turned back around to face him you didn’t look terrified. 

“It’s usually bad luck to ask,” you replied.

“Ask.”

“What did you wish for, Zoro?”

“You.”

You weren’t prepared for Zoro to close the last few inches between you. For his hand to weave his fingers into your hair while his other gripped your waist. Those last few moments of sanity you had before he pressed his lips against yours evaporated the minute he touched you. 

Maybe you’d been his true present all along. 

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[theglamorousferal]

Sorry if you already answered this but I can't stop thinking about DPxDC Samantha al Ghul and I just! Would love to hear your thoughts. Please tell me everything about this AU because I love it so much!

I mostly just have notes on it so far, I haven’t really come up with a plot quite yet, but here’s what I have so far!

Sam is the older twin, born 13 minutes before Damian.

While Damian was more skilled with the sword, Sam's skill lay in long range and poisons. She likes blow darts and meteor hammer, but when they learned guns, she excelled.

She spent a lot of time with the poison master learning about the different plants in the garden. This is where she gets her love of plants. She becomes a poison specialist.

They got separated on a mission at age 8 somewhere in North America when she let go of his hand and fell to a river below so he could pull himself up and survive.

Damian kept trying to get missions nearby to try and find her body, but was unsuccessful.

She got swept downstream and wandered onto a beach on a lake by a lake house that the Manson's were staying at.

They took her in and she went along with whatever they wanted because that's what you did in the League to escape punishment, especially if you weren't the heir.

Pamela was happy to have a little girl she could dress up and seemed to have impeccable manners.

Eventually she realized when they went to the Mason's home in Amity Park, that she had more freedom, that she wouldn't be punished for speaking up and wanting things for herself.

Sam became more comfortable asking for things from the Manson adults. She adored Ida, she was a wonderful adopted grandparent, much better than her bio one. Jeremy found out about her interest in plants and for her 10th birthday gifted her the greenhouse.

One day at after that birthday, she took off with her allowance that she had been hoarding and went to thrift and craft stores and locked herself in her room and figured out a wardrobe that she felt suited her.

Pamela was ecstatic that little Samikins was interested in fashion and helped her find ethically sourced outfits that she could wear to galas. She thought that all these dark clothes was just a phase and so allowed it, but became shocked to realize that it's just how she was going to be.

That school year, she met Danny and Tucker when she started at Casper Middle School. They ended up assigned together on an English assignment. They meet at Tucker's house to work on it and Sam ends up leading the group and they become close.

When Danny becomes Phantom, she trains him as best she can without revealing that she was raised by assassins. The boys don't really ask questions, they just think of Sam as tough and that she probably got into fights before she met them.

That's about all I've got for now. Again, I have ideas, but not really a plot to go with it. Feel free to take and run with it!