#You’re a good kid..~🐺

[0f-high3st-wisd0m]

Master of war.

Welcome, warriors.

pre and post ETM blog for Athena

THIS IS ALL HC!! NOT CONFIRMED

TAGS!!!

Pre! Athena (aka Minerva) - Badass in the arena!~ ⚔️

Athena- Warrior of the Mind!~ 🪶

Interactions- Enlighten me, what’s your name?~ 🗡️

Zeus- Father. God king.~⚡️

Other gods- Bring it.~ 💫

Odysseus- You’re just a man..~🏹

Telemachus- You’re a good kid..~🐺

Angst- Don’t disappoint me..~🫀

Fluff- Make a greater tomorrow!~ ✨

WARNINGS!!(?)

1) my Athena is Asexual but idk if she will be aromantic

2) there is A LOT of things that can trigger on this blog. I plan to make this probably my most sad blogs

3) this blog will be 50% of the time unserious.

4) 90% of this blog is my personal hcs and 5% will be ETM 5% will be researched. VERY HEAVILY HC BLOG!!

ATHENA!!

This Athena design (idk the artist but, credit to them!) is how my Athena will look until I make my own design! :3c

[leriexoxo]

SKZ HEADCANONS (18+)

Stray Kids And How They Talk You Through It (OT8)

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🐺 Bang Chan

“Shh, baby… you’re doing so good f’me. That’s it, take it. Look how perfect you stretch around me.”

🍊 Big, girthy, and he knows it’s a challenge — but that just turns him on more.

🍊 He’ll kiss all over your body while slowly easing in, watching your face for every reaction.

🍊Talks you through it like it’s a love song and a porn scene combined: “Breathe, baby… feel me splitting you open? That’s it. God, you’re so tight.”

🍊Constant praise and possessiveness: “Only I fit this deep. No one else. Say it.”

🍊Might hold your hips down if you squirm away, but never without saying, “I got you. I won’t hurt you—unless you beg.”

🐰 Lee Know

“What, too big? Thought you could take it, sweetheart. You were so cocky before.”

🫐Smug, slow, cruel — takes so much satisfaction in watching you struggle.

🫐Will slide just the tip in and whisper, “This all you can take?” while his smirk deepens.

🫐Makes you work for it: “No hands. Sit on it. Take every inch or you’re not getting any more.”

🫐Mocking affection: “Aww, are you crying already? You look so pretty when you’re overwhelmed.”

🫐Has you screaming and shaking before he even starts moving: “Told you, baby. I ruin people.”

🐷🐰 Changbin

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Sucking me in like you missed this dick.”

🌸Thick and veiny, built to wreck you — and he knows how to use it.

🌸Loves watching your body tremble trying to handle his size. “Can feel me in your stomach, huh? Touch it. Right there.”

🌸Gets filthy: “Bet your little hole never had a stretch like this. Gonna break you in real nice.”

🌸Voice gets deep and raspy when he’s close: “Don’t run now. You begged for this cock. Take it all.”

🌸Might wrap a hand around your throat just to feel your moan vibrate through your skin or put you in a headlock once he finds his rhythm.

🥝 Hyunjin

“Feel every inch, baby. Don’t rush. I want you to remember this stretch for days.”

🍀Long and curved, Hyunjin takes pride in making you feel every ridge, every inch.

🍀Whispering in your ear with that velvet voice: “Look at you… struggling already and I’m not even halfway.”

🍀Holds your hands tight while he pushes deeper: “I know it’s too much. Let me help you.”

🍀Moans with you, for you — your pain and pleasure turn him on like nothing else.

🍀Aftercare is his religion. But so is watching your legs shake while he slides deeper.

🐿️ Jisung

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard—shit—how do you even fit me like that?”

🧶Surprisingly big, and completely overwhelmed by how good you feel.

🧶Absolute filth flies out his mouth: “This hole was made for my cock, huh? Look how greedy it is.”

🧶Goes from joking to deranged moaning real fast.

🧶“If I go any deeper, you’ll feel me in your throat. Wanna try?”

🧶Whimpers when he bottoms out. “God, you’re gonna make me cum just from this…”

🧶Zero self-control. None. You’ll be shaking and he’ll ask if you’re ready for round two.

🐥 Felix

“Let me in, angel. I’ll be gentle… until you beg me not to be.”

🪻Starts soft, deep voice murmuring: “Tell me if it hurts, I’ll go slow…”

🪻But the moment you take more of him? Switch flipped.

🪻Deep groans from that Aussie accent: “That’s it, take it all. Let me ruin you.”

🪻Will pull your hips back to meet his thrusts: “Running from it won’t help, baby.”

🪻Kisses your spine while he drives it in: “So proud of you. Taking all this dick like my good little toy.”

🐶Seungmin

“You said you could take it. Now shut up and prove it.”

❤️Smirks at your struggle. Zero mercy.

❤️“That’s just the tip. You’re already whining? Pathetic.”

❤️Holds your legs up, pinned and spread wide, just so he can watch your face contort.

❤️“Look at this. You’re stretched to the limit, and you still want more?”

❤️Keeps a hand over your mouth if you get too loud — unless he wants to hear you scream his name.

❤️Doesn’t stop until you’re completely spent — and even then, he’ll say, “One more time. You can do it.”

🦊Jeongin

“Aw, poor noona. Thought I’d be sweet? That’s your mistake.”

🦋Deceptively polite, until he’s inside you.

🦋“Told you it wouldn’t fit? Guess we’re proving you wrong.”

🦋Has that sadistic edge — gets off on your struggle, but coos through it: “Shh, breathe. That’s it. Take all of me.”

🦋Will make you watch as he pushes deeper: “Look how far I’m in. You’re unreal, babe.”

🦋Might leave hickeys on your thighs or your lower belly while he rocks into you.

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Authors note: This one was inspired by @neukdaeng comment on the previous head canon 🤭 Any more suggestions?? Bring them dirtyyyy 🤩❤️

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[cressidagrey]

The Old Wolves

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Part of the The mysterious Mrs. Piastri Series.

Summary:  Some other people have Thoughts™

Warnings and Notes:As requested by @leodette

Big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble 😂

Group Chat: The Old Wolves 🐺🐺🐺

(Members: Mark Webber, Nico Rosberg, Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen, Fernando Alonso, Jenson Button, David Coulthard)

Nico Rosberg: ⚠️ hello? ⚠️ excuse me??? ⚠️ MARK ALAN WEBBER YOU ARE SUMMONED

Sebastian Vettel: Just to confirm, I didn’t hallucinate that, right? Oscar Piastri has a wife. A whole wife.

David Coulthard: Excuse me?? Wife as in legally married? Not “my partner” or “my girlfriend” but wife???

Fernando Alonso:married. married-married. like vows and paperwork and tax returns

Jenson Button: I thought it was a joke. I laughed. I pointed.

THEN OSCAR WAS LIKE “She’s amazing. 10/10. Would always marry her again.”

David Coulthard: Was this a soft launch? Or a slap across the face with a marriage license?

Fernando Alonso: Lando spewed water. 

David Coulthard:I thought the fanstage was a prank at first. He said “my wife” so casually I thought he meant someone else’s wife

Mark Webber: ...It wasn’t that big a deal.

Nico Rosberg: HE SAID “MY WIFE.” MARK. MY WIFE.

David Coulthard: Mark. Buddy. Friend. When were you planning to mention that your golden boy is MARRIED?

Sebastian Vettel: Mark. Mark. Be honest. Did you officiate the wedding?

Mark Webber: 🙄 No. I didn’t officiate anything. And yes, he’s married. Has been for a while.

Nico Rosberg: FOR A WHILE????

Fernando Alonso: define “a while”

Mark Webber: Look, they didn’t want it public. It’s not like he gave me permission to plaster it across the paddock, alright?? It’s private.They wanted it that way. And I respect that.

Jenson Button: You knew he was married for HOW LONG???

Mark Webber: Since 2019.  They got married straight after graduation. Quietly. No press. No announcements.

Kimi Räikkönen: good wedding announcements are annoying

Nico Rosberg: FIVE. YEARS???

Sebastian Vettel: That’s not the point, Kimi. The point is that Mark has been sitting on a whole secret Piastri wife like it’s casual trivia

David Coulthard: No wonder the kid’s so composed. He was married at an age when the rest of us were still figuring out how to microwave spaghetti.

Fernando Alonso: He met her when they were teenagers, didn’t he?

Mark Webber: Yeah. High school sweethearts. She's brilliant. Calmer than Oscar, if you can believe it.

David Coulthard:

You let us all go on thinking he was some shy little rookie with no game

Turns out he’s been married since 2019?? He wasn’t even in bloody F3!

Nico Rosberg: I want to say I’m shocked. But honestly? That makes so much sense it’s offensive.

Jenson Button: Wait. So all those years you said “Oscar’s doing well, he has a good support system,” You meant “he has a wife”?

Mark Webber: Yes.

Sebastian Vettel: So you’ve just been—what? Watching the world speculate if Oscar’s single while knowing full well he’s married?

Mark Webber: Yup.

Sebastian Vettel:You’ve had us discussing Oscar’s “lonely young genius energy” for YEARS. I defended him in press. I said he was focused. Laser-focused.Not married-in-a-cottage-with-wildflowers focused.

Nico Rosberg: I hate how smug you are right now.

Jenson Button: What’s her name?

Mark Webber: Felicity.

David Coulthard: Felicity Piastri. That sounds like someone who could ruin my finances and my life and I’d thank her.

Sebastian Vettel: We need a picture.

Mark Webber: No you don’t.

Fernando Alonso: does she like paella?

Mark Webber: I’m muting this chat.

Kimi Räikkönen: send photo or at least tell us if she drinks

Mark Webber: She restores vintage cars and taught Oscar how to budget.

Jenson Button: ...okay but now I really want a picture.

Mark Webber: You’re all insufferable.

Nico Rosberg: You kept a wife from us, Webber. A WIFE.

David Coulthard: Imagine what else he’s hiding.

Jenson Button: Don’t be dramatic. It’s not like Oscar has a kid too.

***

Text Messages: Mark Webber & Fernando Alonso

Fernando Alonso: Mark.

Mark Webber: Oh no.

Fernando: A child?? A whole child, Mark?? You let me spiral over the wife situation and now there's a daughter???

Mark: Hi, Fernando. Hope your day is going well.

Fernando: Don’t you dare Webber-PR me. There is a toddler in this world who is part Oscar Piastri and YOU KNEW.

Mark: Yes, I knew. Yes, she’s wonderful. No, I didn’t tell you, because—as I’ve explained multiple times—they wanted privacy.

Fernando: You mean to tell me You watched me spend two years saying “Oscar is very mature for his age” WHILE HE HAD A BABY AT HOME AND JUST LET ME KEEP TALKING LIKE AN IDIOT

Mark: Correct.

Fernando: YOU KEPT THE F1 BABY OF THE YEAR FROM ME, MARK.

Mark: I wasn’t going to send out a group memo like “Hey everyone, Oscar has a kid and she builds Lego wind tunnels.”

Mark: Her name’s Beatrice. Bee for short. She’s three. Adorable. Terrifyingly smart. Obsessed with suspension geometry.

Fernando: You’re joking.

Mark: She corrected me about toe angle last Christmas.

Fernando: Mark. How old was he when she was born?

Mark: Nineteen.

Fernando: Oh my God.

Mark: Married Felicity the year before. Quiet ceremony. No PR. She was doing her master’s. He was racing F3. And they still made it work.

Fernando: You’re telling me that while the rest of the grid was busy doing shirtless sponsor shoots and pretending to be single on social media, Oscar Piastri was changing nappies and reading bedtime stories??

Mark: Yes. And building a sim rig while Bee napped in a carrier on his chest.

Fernando: This is insane. He’s been a father the entire time. He’s been a dad through his entire F1 career and no one knew?

Mark: Oscar’s very good at compartmentalising. And Felicity is… Well. She’d sue God if she thought He was interfering with Bee’s bedtime.

Fernando: I want to be annoyed at you for hiding this. But also. I respect it. Deeply.

Mark:Look, they weren’t hiding her to be shady. It was about privacy. Safety. She had health problems when she was born. They wanted to keep it quiet..

Fernando: She’s going to run the FIA by 2030, isn’t she?

Mark: Or the planet. Honestly, we’re just lucky she uses her powers for good.

Fernando: unbelievable. I liked being the grid’s biggest mystery and now we have Oscar “secret wife, secret daughter, still emotionally unbothered” Piastri

Mark: He’s an overachiever.

***

Group Chat: The Old Wolves 🐺🐺🐺

(Members: Mark Webber, Nico Rosberg, Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen, Fernando Alonso, Jenson Button, David Coulthard)

Nico Rosberg: MARK. MARK WEBBER.

Sebastian Vettel: You have got to be kidding me. A CHILD??? A WHOLE CHILD??? She’s THREE. THREE YEARS OLD. Mark. Mark.

Jenson Button: A child???? He has a child????

Sebastian Vettel: OSCAR PIASTRI HAS BEEN A FATHER THIS WHOLE TIME??? MARK?

Nico Rosberg: You KNEW and didn’t SAY ANYTHING???

Kimi Räikkönen:This is what happens when you let Australians do PR.

Mark Webber: Good morning to all of you as well 🙃 Yes, I knew. Yes, she’s three. And no, I didn’t say anything, because it wasn’t mine to tell.

David Coulthard:SOME of us would have sent a gift if we’d known  baby Piastri existed. Instead, I found out from INSTAGRAM DURING BREAKFAST and nearly choked on my tea.

Nico Rosberg: MARK. MARK. WHY DID YOU NOT TELL US THERE WAS A TINY HUMAN WITH OSCAR’S GENES???

Sebastian Vettel: You knew. You let us all scream about “how composed Oscar is” like idiots while he was clearly surviving on three hours of sleep and toddler snacks.

Jenson Button: He has a KID, Mark. A child. 

Mark Webber: They wanted privacy. I respected that. It wasn’t my story to tell.

Fernando Alonso: He’s been a dad for three years. It’s not new.

Nico Rosberg: YOU KNEW TOO??

Sebastian Vettel: This is a conspiracy.

Mark Webber: They kept it private. It’s not my story to tell. Oscar and Felicity wanted Bee to grow up without the circus.

Jenson Button: …Bee? Wait. Her name is Bee?

Mark Webber: Beatrice. But she goes by Bee.

David Coulthard: That’s adorable. I can’t even be mad.

Sebastian Vettel: I can. I was unprepared. Emotionally. Also spiritually.

Mark Webber: Her favourite plush frog is named Jenson Button.

Jenson Button: Excuse me???

David Coulthard: Wait—what?

Mark Webber: It was a gift from me. She was born in the middle of the 2020 season. I was sleep-deprived. It was soft and had big eyes. I panicked and called the frog Jenson Button. She takes him everywhere. He’s her emotional support frog.

Jenson Button: You PANICKED and named a frog after me???

David Coulthard: Oh this is rich.

Sebastian Vettel: This is the legacy you deserve, Button. Ribbit.

Nico Rosberg: I cannot believe this.

Jenson Button: I have never been more flattered and insulted at the same time.

Nico Rosberg: So let me get this straight. Oscar Piastri, a man we all described as “quiet,” “level-headed,” and “mysterious,” has a wife, a child, a hidden life, and you’ve known the whole time.

Mark Webber: Yes.

Sebastian Vettel: Mark. Be honest. Is there another secret child we should know about?

Mark Webber: Not unless Lando has one. Which, to be clear, I do not want to investigate.

Nico Rosberg: Unbelievable. A secret wife and child. You’re lucky that baby is cute, Webber.

Mark Webber: She is. And she can say “sector times” better than most race engineers.

Sebastian Vettel: So to recap: – Oscar has a wife – Oscar has a daughter – Fernando and Mark are secret-keeping menaces – I now need to emotionally recover – Jenson is a frog

David Coulthard: Normal day in Formula 1.

[snnowwpheenix]

Tokyo Revengers men would react when their child innocently (or sassily) says: “Wow… you’re really bad at this.”

🐻 Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

Mikey stares blankly at the math worksheet. “Wait, why are there letters in math?” Your kid sighs dramatically. “Wow… you’re really bad at this, Dad.” Mikey blinks. “EXCUSE me?? I was a gang leader, not a calculator!” Then he drags you in like: “Babe. Come deal with your genius child.”

🐉 Draken (Ken Ryuguji)

He’s been trying to explain division for 20 minutes. Your kid squints at the problem. “Wait, that’s not right… Dad… you’re really bad at this.” Draken raises a brow. “Oh? Wanna handle it yourself, then, little genius?” Then ruffles their hair with a grin. “Talkin’ all that smack for someone who still needs help wiping glue off their fingers.”

🕊️ Takemichi Hanagaki

He looks heartbroken the second they say it. “Y-You think I’m bad at this?” Your kid pats his shoulder. “It’s okay, Dad. You have other skills.” Takemichi: having an identity crisis while Googling 3rd grade math “…I survived time travel. I can survive long division. Right???”

🐯 Kazutora Hanemiya

He’s actually focused… until your kid mumbles: “Wow, you’re not very good at this…” He stops writing. “What’d you just say?” They giggle. “You’re really bad at this, Dad.” He gasps, dramatically slamming the pencil down. “That’s it. Homework battle. First to get the answer wins.” They both lose.

🐥 Chifuyu Matsuno

He blinks at them, genuinely offended. “Excuse me? I’m trying my best here!” Your child grins. “Try harder, Dad.” He pulls out study snacks like he’s cramming for finals. “Okay. Game on. Let’s humble each other, baby genius.”

🐺 Baji Keisuke

Baji: slams book shut “Say that again.” Your kid, unfazed: “You’re really bad at this.” He stares. Then smirks. “Bet I can still beat you at Mario Kart.” They challenge him. He loses again. Now he’s sulking with a pencil stuck in his hair.

🌺 Ran Haitani

Ran doesn’t even try to defend himself. “Yeah, I dropped out early, baby. I don’t do fractions—I do fashion and violence.” Your kid: “Then why are you even helping me?” Ran: texting someone “Yo, Kakucho, help. This tiny human’s roasting me.”

👑 Rindou Haitani

Rin squints at the paper like it’s written in hieroglyphics. “…What even IS this?” Your kid: “It’s multiplication. You’re really bad at this.” He flops onto the table. “Why are you like this?” They pat his back. “You’re still cool. Just not smart.” Rin: offended but can’t argue

🧵 Mitsuya Takashi

He chuckles softly. “Well, I guess I’m better with a sewing machine than a calculator.” Your kid nods seriously. “Yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you math.” He smiles proudly. “That’s my little tutor.” Still kinda embarrassed tho.

👑 Izana Kurokawa

Izana freezes mid-equation. “…What did you just say?” Your kid shrugs. “You’re really bad at this.” He narrows his eyes. “Oh? Try doing it yourself, smartmouth.” Ten minutes later: “Okay maybe I am bad at this. Shut up.”

🖤 Kakucho

He stares down at the worksheet, then at his child. “…Yeah. I am bad at this.” Your kid starts to apologize, but he just ruffles their hair. “Don’t worry. I’ll get better.” Next day? Brings home a stack of math books and tutors like it’s war.

💰 Koko Hajime

Koko stares blankly. “Since when did they teach this in elementary school?” Your kid leans in. “Dad… you’re really bad at this.” He deadpans: “Say that again and I’m buying you ten tutors.” They grin. “Deal.” Koko: regret

🐾 Inupi (Seishu Inui)

Inupi’s trying his best, okay? Your child sighs. “You’re really bad at this.” He frowns. “I’m better with engines than equations.” Then shrugs. “Guess you got your smarts from your mom.” Your kid: “Yup.” Inupi: 😐

😢 Angry (Souya Kawata)

Angry looks genuinely devastated. “…I’m bad at it?” Your child quickly backtracks. “NO! I mean, a little… but you’re trying really hard!” He nods solemnly. “I’ll practice more.” He ends up staying up that night watching math videos.

😈 Smiley (Nahoya Kawata)

“Wow, Dad… you’re bad at this.” Smiley: 😃 evil aura intensifies “Oh? Wanna say that again while tickled into the next dimension?” Cue five-minute giggle war and zero math getting done.

💪 Taiju Shiba

Taiju is trying to be gentle. Then your kid goes: “Wow. You’re really bad at this.” He pauses. Slowly looks up. “…What did you just say?” Your kid gulps. “Nothing!” Taiju sighs. “We’re hiring a tutor. And I’m gonna take math classes, too.”

🧍‍♂️ Hakkai Shiba

Hakkai stares at the numbers, sweating. Your kid giggles. “Dad… you’re really bad at this.” He fake gasps. “You wound me.” Then quietly googles every single math term under the table. Still ends up getting it wrong.

🃏 Hanma Shuji

Hanma cackles. “You’re damn right I’m bad at this. I’m a chaos gremlin, not a mathematician.” Your child: “So… what are you good at?” Hanma: “Breaking things.” Your kid: “That checks out.” They high-five and both give up.

🧠 Kisaki Tetta

He is personally offended. “I am not bad at this. I graduated top of my class.” Your kid: “Then why is the answer wrong?” He adjusts his glasses. “Because I was testing your critical thinking.” Your kid: “Nice try, nerd.”

[enimsiyobeht]

hyunchan (& their kinks). 1/4! 🐺🥟

minors do not interact! kinks stated per imagine.

BANG CHAN. worship, breeding, and (consensual) somnophilia.(ilovebangchanilovebangchanilovebangchanilovebangchan).

a guy like chan deserves the princess treatment, i would give him the world (one chance is all i ask for! 🙏🙏) and with giving chan the world—you'll surely have to worship him.

Bang Chan sat cross-legged on the bed, damp hair sticking to his neck from his shower. He looked soft. Quiet. Maybe a little unsure of how much space he was allowed to take up tonight.

You noticed right away.

You knelt between Chan’s legs, hands sliding up his calves, voice low. “Lay back for me. Let me show you how I see you.”

Chan’s breath hitched, but he obeyed, easing down onto the mattress, arms stretched over his head. The way your eyes dragged over him—slow, reverent—made his skin heat.

You started with kisses—ankle to thigh. Not hurried. You lingered with every press of your lips, every flick of your tongue, as if Chan’s body deserved worship, not just attention.

“You don’t have to do anything,” You whispered against his hip. “Just be here. Let me adore you.”

Chan’s hands fisted the sheets. His cock was already hard, but You didn’t go near it at first. Instead, You kissed along Chan’s ribs, nuzzled the soft spot under his sternum, mouthed at the place behind his ear that always made him shiver.

“You’re art,” You murmured. “And I’m going to memorize every inch of you.”

By the time your mouth finally wrapped around him, Chan was flushed and trembling, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes—not from overstimulation, but from feeling so deeply wanted.

we can all agree chan is a single, proud father (of 7 kids) but how exactly did this happen? well you'll have to try, and try for a kid of course! despite the harsh reality of male anatomy, the delusion fuels him at the thought of you breeding him and giving him another kid (please, no more kids).

Bang Chan had You flat on your back, but he wasn’t in control. Not really. Your hands gripped his waist, guiding every slow, deep drop of his hips.

“Say it,” You rasped, sweat slicking your chest. “Tell me what you want.”

Chan’s voice broke. “Want you to come inside me.”

“Yeah?” You thrust up harder, catching Chan off guard. “Want me to breed you? Give you a baby?”

Chan moaned—sharp, high, almost desperate.

You pulled him down into a kiss, teeth grazing Chan’s bottom lip. “You’re so good like this. Taking me so deep. So tight around me—fuck, you need it, don’t you?”

Chan nodded rapidly, too far gone to be shy.

“Want to fuck you full,” You growled, pace stuttering as Chan clenched around You. “Fill you so good it leaks down your thighs. Mark you from the inside out.”

Chan came with a cry, body going slack in your arms. You held him through it, grinding deep until your own release pulsed inside—hot, endless.

“Mine,” You whispered into Chan’s neck. “All of it. All of you.”

chan is sleep deprived, insomnia perchance. but, instead of recovering, he finds a way to still spend 'time' with you. you never thought of it, especially being aware of his struggles, but he insisted it—and that's how y'all got into somnophilia.

You blinked awake to the sound of Bang Chan breathing softly, curled under the blankets with his back to You. Peaceful. Warm. His shirt riding up just enough to show skin.

You leaned close, pressing a kiss behind Chan’s ear, though You knew Chan couldn’t respond right now.

Chan shifted slightly, letting out a soft noise that made You groan under your breath.

You pulled the blankets down slowly, positioning himself between Chan’s thighs. You took your time—no rush, no pressure. Just slow movements, steady hands, deep thrusts into that familiar warmth.

Chan moaned in his sleep, head tipping back against your shoulder.

“That’s it,” You whispered, pressing soft kisses along his neck. “Doing so good for me.”

When Chan’s body clenched down around You, You almost lost it.

You didn’t stop until Chan’s breathing hitched—until the first flutter of awareness ghosted across his face.

You smiled. “Good morning, baby.”

Chan’s reply was breathless, hoarse, and perfect: “Already inside me?”

“Mhm. Couldn’t help myself.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

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[lunajay33]

Secrets Part.2

•🌑🐺🏹🧺•

Summary: You’ve been sneaking around with Derek Hale since your brother Stiles brought him into your life, no one knew but when you find out you’re pregnant everything changes, will your family and friends be there for you?

Pairing: Derek Hale x f!reader

Includes: Pregnancy, supernatural activity, 18+

Part.1

•Masterlist•

After hearing from Derek I only have 3 more months of pregnancy it was definitely a shock, there was still so much to do and there’s so much going on in our lives and I still have to tell my dad but at the end of the day when Derek is holding me in bed it all seems to go away and everything will be okay

But now sitting in the sheriffs office across from my father with Derek sat next to me I defiantly felt the heat, thankfully stiles and Scott joined to help convince my father of our relationship in case things went south

“Sooooo what’s going on? Stiles is more fidgety than normal” dad said looking at stiles who’s leaning against the wall

“Well I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while and I finally got the nerve to tell stiles but…..I’ve been seeing Derek for 2 years now” the room was silent and you could feel the tension bouncing off the walls

Derek had his usual set face like he did with everyone but me

Dad looked between me and Derek with a scowl

“Derek? Really? Why not Scott or that Isaac kid”

“Dad you know Derek always has our backs, he’s helped Scott and stiles more times than I can count, you know deep down Derek is a good guy, he treats me right” he sighs and rubs his head

“You ever hurt her you know I got a gun” he says to Derek and I see a small smile form on Derek making me feel a little relieved but the confessing isn’t over so I take another deep breath and ready myself, Derek squeezes my hand

“I have something else to tell you”

“Oh please tell me you’re not pregnant”

I fall silent and look at my lap, that’s when stiles intervenes

“Dad she knows she made a mistake but think of it this way you’ll have a little grandkid running around” that didn’t really sound as helpful as he thought it was

“You’re really pregnant? How is my little girl pregnant”

“I…..it’s not like it would’ve never happened, at least it’s while the man I love, I know I’m young but just please don’t be angry with me” I plead

“I’m not angry just…..it’s gonna take a while to wrap my head around”

“Well you’ve got three months to wrap your head around it before she’s here” stiles blurts out and Scott smacks his arm

“Three months? Already? And it’s a girl?”

“When the baby is a werewolf the pregnancy is shorter” Derek adds

“And yeah she’s a little girl”

“Wow a little girl…..I wish your mother would’ve been here to see this” he smiled gently

“Me too” I mumble feel the tears well when stiles comes and rubs my shoulder reassuringly

•

Walking into the loft I lay on the couch letting out all the stress knowing now everyone knew

“How’d everything go?” Peter asks as he puts his book down when Derek lifts me legs sitting next to me, running his hands over my tired legs

“Better than I thought he just needs time to adjust, I know I’ve got the pack helping but I’m just happy I have the both of you, I know the pack gives you a hard time Peter but you are my family now and I want you to know that I appreciate all you’ve done to help me” I saw his cocky ficade drop and a rare gentle smile replace it

“I wish your brother and little friends could be more like you, then maybe I wouldn’t be sick a sour wolf” I laugh and go back to relaxing as I feel chills wherever Derek touches, the more I focus the more these hormones go crazy

I hear Derek and Peter sniff the air and Derek lets out a growl and Peter laughs

“I better take my leave, have fun kids” he says leaving the loft and Derek wastes no time ripping my shirt and pants off, his claws cutting off my panties and bra

“Derek hurry and take off your clothes, I can’t wait” in a flash he’s naked and back on top of me kissing down my neck to my chest

“Please” is the last thing I whine before he takes me

•

I’m on my last month of the pregnancy and the stress is building up, we took the spare room in Derek’s loft and started turning it into the babies room

With the walls painted a deep dark purple, some wolf and moon decor on the walls it was time to set up the crib, rocking chair, dresser and changing table

All the boxes just got delivered and I’m here alone, I called stiles and he came right over to help

We got all the boxes to the room and it felt like a daunting task especially with this big round belly, we unbox the rocking chair and sit on the floor working on it together

“It’s crazy, I never thought I be building you a rocking chair in Derek Hales place” he says making me smile

“Me either, it’s crazy” I try to keep the stress down and not bubble over ruining this moment

We move onto the crib, all the furniture was a dark brown wood to match the vibe of the room

“Has….has there been anymore leads on the Druid? Or evil Druid I guess” he looks at me with a nervous look

“Nope nothing, anyways this is a lovely wood isn’t it” he says trying to change the subject and I know he’s lying

“Stiles tell me the truth please” he sighs as he finishes putting in the last screw for the crib

“There’s been another sacrifice…..we don’t know the pattern yet, it’s changed”

“Is the pack safe atleast?”

“We don’t know yet, I’ll do my best with the research but you’ve got two big bad wolves at your side, I think you’ll be more secure than the pentagon” I smile and nod as we move onto the changing table and dresser

After finishing Peter and Derek come back, I hug stiles thanking him and telling him to be safe before he leaves

I close the door and feel all the worrying thoughts overcome me the whole time stiles was here after telling me about the recent sacrifice

“Hey baby we got some supper from your favorite place” Derek says as he and Peter are unpacking everything and putting it out on the table, I walk over rubbing my belly feeling her kicking more, something she did when I was panicking

I sat at the table and shakily picked up the food and placed it on my plate, I can’t bring myself to eat so I just push the food around my plate, trying to relax my racing thoughts

“Aren’t you hungry?” Peter asks and I can feel them both looking at me

“Ummm….i think I’ll save this for later I’m just tired I guess from all the work I just did” I say putting my fork down

“Are you okay?” Derek asks immediately concerned

“We can hear your heart sweetheart”

“I just need a moment” I say as I quickly leave to the baby room, sitting in the rocking chair just breathing and rubbing my bump

“It’s okay babygirl, it’ll be okay” after a while she settles and I’m not as panicked then a knock comes from the door and Derek comes in pulling me up wrapping his arms around me and placing his hands in my stomach, one of his favourite things to do, we swayed a bit and I leaned my head back to rest on his chest

“You know I’ll protect you right, you’ve got me and Peter and you know Scott and stiles will do everything to end this especially for you” he whispers in my ear

“I know but I just can’t help but worry, not just for me but all you guys, I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to any of you” I suck in a breath feeling my emotions swell in my chest

“Nothings going to happen to us, we always get through it, and all this stress isn’t good for the baby” he says holding me tighter

“Just…..don’t let me go”

•

Peter takes me to the store to get some more baby supplies because Derek was busy with pack stuff, they didn’t tell me what but I know it’s dangerous especially with everything going on

“Thanks for coming Peter” I say as we walk through the aisles

“Anything princess, my dear nephew would have my head if anything happened to his girls”

I look at him smirking

“I know you care for us too Peter, you don’t always have to hide yourself with me, I like you for exactly who you are” he smiles genuinely as he places diapers in the cart

“And that’s why you’re my favorite” we pay and leave the store, we get to his car and load everything in when I feel a hand squeeze my arm tightly, I turn and see a scarred creature

“PETER!” I scream alerting him and as he goes to attack I’m suddenly in some cellar tied up, panicked I look around and see Scott’s mom, Alison’s dad, and my dad

“Dad what’s going on?” I cry trying to get out of the ties

“It’s the evil Druid, we’re her final sacrifice, guess you’re a back up if anything goes wrong” Chris says only making me feel worse

“Oh god no, they’ll find us right”

“I won’t let her touch you or my grand daughter” dad says but I don’t feel any better knowing his gun was no match against supernatural powers

The storm roars outside only getting louder and louder, my baby kicking more and more

•

Meanwhile at the vets office, stiles Alison Scott and Derek are getting ready to go under to try and find out where their loved ones are being held, Peter submerges Derek feeling guilty for losing you

After time ticks by they all burst up remembering where this tree was, where you were all being held, after breaking out of the freezing shock they hurried as the storm only grew stronger with it being a super full moon

“We’ll find her Derek, I swear on my life”

•

As the cellar creaks Chris unties us but it doesn’t help much when the roof starts to collapse in on itself trapping us

“This is too much I can’t….i can’t it hurts” a pain exploded across my belly and I feel a gush of water down my legs

“Did your water just break?” Melissa asks taking my hand to steady me

“No no no no it’s early I can’t have her yet, I need Derek please I wanna go home” I cry only making the pain worse

“Sweetheart you have to calm down it’ll only make things worse” she says as dad rubs my back

The door to the cellar breaks open just as the cellar is on its last hair, Derek runs down the stairs illuminated but the light of the moon, waisting no time as he picks me up and we all get out and onto solid ground as the cellar sinks in on itself

Everyone reunites as Derek sits me on the ground, Peter dropping next to us

“I’m sorry I should’ve protected you” he says squeezing my hand

“Derek it hurts, the baby she’s coming” I groan as a contraction comes over me

“It’s too soon, if I didn’t already kill that bitch I swear” Peter growls

Derek runs his hand through my hair as he uses his power to take some of my pain

“She needs to get to the hospital” stiles says panicked

“There’s no point it’s shut down” Melissa adds

“I can’t wait I need to push now” I breath heavily, Derek picks me up and carries me to the trunk of stiles jeep where stiles has a blanket laid down for me

“I don’t want people watching all this, just you and Melissa” the others hear and move out of line of sight by close enough incase anything happens, Derek takes off my pants and underwear then coming next to me to hold me as Melissa gets ready

“Are you ready?” I nod as another contractions hits, I push and the pain is immense but it eases and I know Derek is taking it, this goes on for a few more minutes until she’s finally here crying and my chest explodes with joy

“A little baby girl” Peter comes over and wraps her in stiles plaid that he took from him

“She’s beautiful, she looks just like you” he says as he looks at her then something happens and he smiles as he hands her over

“She is, she’s small though” I say as she grabs my finger

“She’s a wolf she’ll grow strong” Derek adds as we both watch her blue eyes light up amber making me gasp

“Definitely our little wolf” I smile

It felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, the sacrifices were over and our little pup was here, everything felt right again

•

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[spicycinnabun]

May I ask for more wolf BT? 🐺 I'd love to read more Tommy's pov too but that is your choice obviously ❤️

absolutely! sorry for the wait! facetiming + furriends with baked good benefits. takes place about a week before this part 🐺🥧

“Nobody will interrupt us. They’ve pretty much quarantined me in here. I’m the only one who got sprayed,” Evan grumbled. 

Tommy was on his porch swing, tablet in hand, plate of Evan’s latest dessert on his lap. The waxing gibbous moon hung above him, taunting him with its countdown of nights, but his focus remained on the screen as he slowly pushed himself to and fro with the soles of his boots. 

Evan was in the bunk room, cheek smashed into a pillow, hair damp and endearingly frizz-curled. He was telling Tommy about a rescue the team had done, but in the middle of it, they’d been surprised by a family of skunks—and one very angry, protective skunk mother had attacked him.

“It’s probably a good thing we can’t see each other this week. I had two decontamination showers, and I still stink.” His nose wrinkled. “I don’t even hunt skunks. I wasn’t a threat or anything.”

“Poor puppy.” Tommy smirked, tilting his head as he gave Evan a once-over. “I could get that smell off.” 

A blush raced across the bridge of Evan’s nose. “Y-you think your Alpha scent could defeat it, huh?” 

Adorable. Tommy had to tease him. “No, but I have a pressure washer that would do the trick.”

“Hey!” Evan laughed. Pouted. “I’m gonna hang up. So cruel.” 

Tommy chuckled. “Don’t. Just kidding. I’d take care of you,” he assured.

Evan made a small noise. Tommy wondered if he was also thinking about the last time Tommy had taken care of him. 

Tommy ate the last few bites of pie as they listened to the crickets chirping, an owl hooting. The alternative was telling Evan how much he wanted to roll on top of him and kiss him, skunk stink be damned.

“What did you think?” Evan asked. “Was it okay?”

“More than okay,” Tommy said, setting his fork down. 

Evan had yet to make something he didn’t like.

“The crust—it wasn’t dry? The lemon wasn’t too tart?” Evan fretted. “I used more zest than the recipe called for. I thought it was the right decision, but...”

Tommy dragged his finger through the last of the lemon cream and sucked it off. Evan’s jaw went slack, his mouth parting as he tracked the movement, blush butterflying further across his cheeks. “It was perfect, Evan. I wouldn’t change a thing. Thank you.”

Evan’s pupils dilated beautifully, rings of bright, iridescent blue igniting under the praise. “Y-you’re welcome, Alpha.”

Tommy’s vision swam red before he could prevent it. Evan kept calling him that. Tommy wasn’t sure Evan fully realized what it meant or what it did to him.

Evan watched Tommy beneath his lashes like he was in a trance—like he wanted to climb through the screen and sit in Tommy’s lap. Tommy bet he could get Evan off with nothing but the Alpha voice in his ear. 

“Tired?” he asked roughly.

“A little,” Evan breathed, licking his lips. “Honestly, I-I haven’t slept very well since I was in your bed.” 

Tommy lowered his burning gaze. If he didn’t, his sideburns would grow, his face would shift, and a growl would surface as he remembered having Evan in his den. It had taken a lot of self-control not to give in to the longing, lust, and desire he’d felt rolling off of the were in waves. 

Belongs here, Tommy’s monster thundered. Home!

“Sorry.” Tommy’s head shot up. Evan’s eyes had stopped glowing, embarrassed. “That—that was kinda much, huh? I sleep fine here and at my place. I shouldn’t complain.”

The growl slipped past Tommy’s lips, barely there, but Evan heard it. Misinterpreted it.

“Bet you’re looking forward to shifting!” Evan added quickly. “You’ve, uh, been offline a long time.”

I missed you, Tommy heard. He felt it. It made his gut clench, his monster whining in frustration as he ignored it.

Tommy set his plate on the end table as he quickly composed himself.

“Not really,” he said. His knees straightened as he pushed himself again. The swing’s chains creaked. He'd oil them later. “I don’t need to shift as often as you do. I usually just wait until the full.”

The lie tasted ashy on his tongue, ruining the lingering sweetness of wild blueberries and Evan, but Tommy wasn’t about to divulge that he hadn’t shifted into his complete form in years. 

He only ran on two legs. He controlled his monster; it didn’t control him. That wasn’t going to change, no matter how good it might feel to finally release it. Because it wouldn’t feel good for anybody else. 

Born Alphas weren’t meant to exist alone. His monster would be desperate. It would hunt the nearest human heart. It yearned to build a pack and would do whatever it could to achieve that. Even if it meant turning someone against their will. 

He wasn’t a bitten omega werewolf like Evan. He was an Alpha from a powerful bloodline. He had more violence and destruction stored in his pinky than Evan had in his entire body. 

He had tried to sever himself from his family, slowly sawing himself away year after year, but in the end, it didn’t matter how hard he tried or how far he ran. He would always be bitterly tied.

He didn’t want Evan anywhere near them. He couldn’t be near Evan.

“Really?” Evan frowned. “It-it doesn’t hurt if you resist?”

Tommy shrugged, rubbing his neck as he glanced to the side. “Not exactly.”

Evan’s frown deepened. “Tommy.”

“Evan,” he returned. He didn’t want the concern, kind as it was. He didn’t deserve anybody’s kindness. “It’s not a big deal. I like it in the skies more than on the ground. I often work right up until the full. The discomfort of not being able to shift is a small price to pay.”

“Of course, I-I know how much you love flying.” Evan hesitated, the blankets rustling as he rolled onto his back and held his phone above him. The new angle gave Tommy a small rush, as if he were actually suspended over Evan in the bunk. “But… I’d like to remind you that I’m down here. Your favorite werewolf.”

His tone was joking, but those very clear windows to his soul had gone glossy and uncertain. 

Couldn’t have that. Tommy planted his boots to stop the motion of the swing and leaned closer to his tablet, so his face filled the screen. “You’re definitely worth coming down for.”

The visible surprise from Evan was a bit upsetting, but Tommy was learning that Evan had an incredibly low bar regarding how people treated him. 

“Y-yeah?”

Tommy let his Alpha voice out. “Yes.”

Evan turned his face into his bicep as a small grin blossomed. The movement bared his throat to Tommy, revealing his jagged scar. 

Tommy had lost count of how many times he’d thought about replacing that with his mark—opening it up and reshaping it with his teeth to shed its previous ownership and make Evan his. 

Would he be any better than the other beast who had turned Evan if he did that? 

Mate, his monster insisted. Take. Claim. Now!

He had already broken so many of his rules with Evan: pushing forward when he should’ve pushed away, giving him his scent to wear along with tokens of affection, indulging in Evan’s cooking and caretaking, and letting a bond begin to form. 

He was already in too deep. 

⏾

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previous parts

[leeeedith]

STRAY KIDS reaction to their S/O saying, "I could totally fight a bear"

Bang Chan 🐺

Laughs and shakes his head, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. "Okay, sure, I have full faith in you... just as long as it’s a teddy bear, right?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. "I’ll be right there with you… cheering from a safe distance."

Lee Know 🐰

Raises an eyebrow, looking at you in disbelief. "You’re gonna fight a bear? Is this some sort of secret superpower you’ve been hiding from me?" He jokes. "How exactly are you planning to win? You want to go on a bear-wrestling diet or something?"

Changbin 🐷

His face lights up in amusement as he laughs, impressed by your confidence. "A bear?! What’s next? You gonna fight a lion too?!" He gives you a teasing look. "Alright, you do that, but I’m definitely staying behind you, just in case. You know... for moral support." His grin is mischievous, clearly enjoying the thought of your boldness.

Hyunjin 😺

Gives you a wide-eyed, comical expression, clearly not knowing whether to be impressed or concerned. "Are you serious?" He looks you up and down, trying to process it. "Wait, what kind of bear? Because if it’s a baby bear, I think you might have a chance… but if it’s a full-grown grizzly... I’ll be your backup... from afar."

Han 🐿️

Starts laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach. "I think I need to see this! You? Fighting a bear?" He wipes away a tear from laughing so hard. "Wait, are we talking like a grizzly bear? Because I’m pretty sure it’d just look at you and be like, ‘Nope.’" He pulls out his phone. "Hold on, let me Google what to do in case you get into a bear fight. Just in case, you know? I’ll start making a plan."

Felix 🐥

His face lights up in admiration and amusement. "Wow! That's some confidence." He smiles softly, giving you a playful thumbs up. "Okay, I’m not saying you’re not strong, but I think you’d make a much better bear friend than a fighter. Maybe you can win the bear over with your charm?" He grins brightly. "But I’ll be cheering for you from a safe distance... like, a really safe distance."

Seungmin 🐶

His eyes widen in shock, a little bit worried but trying to keep his cool. "You—what? Fight a bear? You do realize that's probably not a good idea, right?" He sounds so serious for a second, before breaking into a smile. "Well, if you’re really gonna do it, just promise me you’ll send me a video of the fight. I’ll put it on replay for the next time someone tells me I can’t do something." He smirks.

I.N 🦊

Looks at you with big, wide eyes, clearly both impressed and concerned. "Y-you could fight a bear? Is that really safe?" His voice sounds a little worried, but he’s also trying not to laugh. "I believe in you… but, um... maybe start with something smaller, like a puppy or a really aggressive raccoon?"

[merlucide]

PLEASEEEEE CAN YOU WRITE HEADCANONS WITH RIN, KAISER, SAE, OTOYA AND REO AND A SHYREADER WHOS SHY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOESNT KNOW BUT CRAZZYYYY AROUND PEOPLE SHE DOES KNOW PLSSSSS

BLLK BOYS WITH A SHY BUT CRAZY S/O

Notes: OFC WIFEY. Also… this scenario, seems, a bit self insert don’t you think…. 👀 ALSO LMAO I MADE READER UNHINGED?? SO- SORRY LMAO?

characters: Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Otoya, Reo

wc: about 300ish each

warnings: nb reader, cursing, randomness + cringe lmao😭

ITOSHI RIN

Well tbh, y’all probably had to have been friends for a loooong time for him to ever considering dating you 😭😭

So Rin had a good understanding of your personality, as you had known each other pretty much since the beginning of time.

He never understood how your personality went from 0 to 1000 whenever you two are alone. 

He prob thinks ur on drugs tbh

He’ll be your voice for you if you can’t seem to communicate with strangers, though he might not be the friendliest no shit.

he thinks it’s dumb that you’re shy tbh

He’s small minded about these things okay 😭

He never ever will get used to your bursts of crazy energy.

he swears he’ll turn around and you’ll have a horse mask on with a tutu around your waist

ITOSHI SAE

lmao you give him terrible whiplash.

He too, also thinks you’re on drugs.

You and Sae would like be at the airport on the way to Japan, his manager would be going over the details and precautions for going to Japan (yk fans and press or whatever etc etc).

His manager looked over to you and asked if you were alright, since you literally hadn’t spoken a word since he introduced himself a two hours ago. 

You nodded and followed Sae and his manager onto the private jet(cus he’s rich-rich😌🤭)

Once y’all were settled, his manager closed you and Sae’s cabin door. 

Sae looked over to see if you were alright, since traveling and yadda yadda can be overwhelming.

You were fucking giggling like an underwater hyena (that’s a thing I bc I fucking said so bitch).

You grabbed his hands and pulled back and forth giggling about how stoked you were rn.

LMAO HE WAS TOTALLY LOOKING AT U LIKE THIS

KAISER MICHEAL

lmao he was disturbed at first 💀

like “wtf happens to my shy, sweet, s/o??”

He’ll like be getting a glass of water at night and in the corner of his eye, you hold a flashlight at your face with a blanket wrapped around you. Staring into his soul, inches behind singing.

“hello darkness my old frienddd~”

He just blinked at you for a while. 

“Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you.”

ANYWHOOO!

He thinks it’s funny af though

Like how nervous you get around his teammates and then when y’all are home you start cartwheeling.

You sure keep his life ✨spontaneous✨

OTOYA EITA

LMAO A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

YOUR RANDOM AF.

HES RANDOM AF.

= SOULMATES

he thinks it’s so cute how shy you are

He loves that bc ur shy around strangers you cling/stay close to him. He feels so sigma male bc he’s ’protecting’ you🐺🐺🔊🔊🗣️🗣️😏😏

Someone humble him please.

LMAO HE’LL GO LIKE:

“Babe watch this😏” and ninja pose really fast LIKE A LITTLE KID DABBING

And you’ll be like:

“Nah watch this😌” *does the worm*

Y’all T-pose at pidgend together 💕 #couplegoals

MIKAGE REO

LMAO HE’LL BE DAYDREAMING AND LIKE-

“My dearest Y/N! Oh they’re such an angel! They’re so pretty and kind and perfect! And amazing- is that them in a dinosaur inflatable doing the WAP in 6 inch heels?”

lmao kinda how it goes

He never really gets used to the switch up.

It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable to be yourself around him, even if that means painting yourself pink and putting googly-eyes on while blasting the Peppa Pig intro💗

He loves hearing people talk about you too.

“Oh y/n is really shy, but they’re nice I guess?” Like hah okay..

Pretty sure they weren’t crab walking in a tuxedo with a kazoo in their mouth playing Sinfonia N°9 Coral in D Minor, Op. 125: 1. Allegro ma non troppo, un poco maestoso by Beethoven 🙄🙄

LMAO I HAD NO IDEA WERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS. I WAS LIKE “wtf am I gonna do😦”

made April 21st 2024

[queenofhalloween94]

Master List: OotP Ch. List

Summary: Finally on the plane! **bit of smutty goodness and a bite

A/N: This is one of my favorites! 🥰

Warnings: 🔞eventual smut, slow burn, p in v sex, heats/ruts, mating bites, possessive tendencies, read at your own risk ⚠️

Ch 11 Come Fly with me Let's Fly Let's Fly Away!!

You boarded the plane before sunrise. It was quiet, the kind of stillness that comes after weeks of storms. Your body was calm. Your scent rested soft against your skin, pulsing quietly with the promise of everything ahead.

In your carry-on:

Felix’s hoodie

Minho’s marked scarf

A snack bag from Han labeled “omega snacks 🐿️❤️”

You hadn’t stopped smiling since security. This was it you were flying to your pack.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Somewhere over the Pacific, the world changed. But you didn’t know yet. You were asleep—curled against the window, breathing in their scents, dreaming of teeth on skin and voices whispering ours, ours, ours.

Your phone remained tucked in airplane mode, the WiFi SIM card they’d sent you waiting patiently in your bag. Below you, thousands of feet and miles away, the internet caught fire.

It started with a photo. A blurry image from the Dallas concert—Chan turning in the cart, nostrils flaring, Hyunjin frozen mid-wave, Han’s eyes wide.

Then another—your face partially visible in the VIP row.

Next came the receipts.

Hotel sighting in Dallas

A fuzzy photo of you standing by the elevator with Chan

Minho’s solo flight and return photos

Clinic entrance security footage

Customs record hinting a U.S. omega was inbound with visa approval

A Reddit thread appeared titled: “Stray Kids Pack Bonded? Who is the [y/h/c] Omega?”

By the time you crossed the international date line, your face had been circled in six different photos and tagged as potential pack omega in over 400,000 posts.

The pack finds out shortly before they were due to meet your plane. They were at the dorm—preparing your nest, cleaning obsessively, trying to keep calm when the first text came through. Jeongin checking his phone and being chronically online saw it first “uh… guys…” He looks up and shows his phone.

The thread. The photos. The timestamped speculation.

Minho’s jaw locked.

Felix dropped the blanket he was scenting.

Han stopped mid-song as he was humming.

“She doesn’t know,” Seungmin whispered.

“She’s still in the air,” Hyunjin said. “She hasn’t seen any of it.”

“She’s walking into it blind,” Chan growled.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The plane touched down with a soft jolt. Your heart pounded as you slid the SIM card into your phone, fingers trembling. No customs line. The boys had arranged VIP arrival and check in.

Your phone pinged, buzzed, then lit up with 92 missed notifications.

Text after text. Headlines. Mentions of Your name. Your face. Your story.

Online.

Everywhere.

You froze in the middle of the terminal.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Your Phone Screen

🐺 Chan: baby. it leaked. we’re here. come to us. don’t look yet. Let us hold you first.

💪Changbin: we’ll handle it. just breathe. ☀️ Felix: Please don’t panic. 🐿️ Han: you’re ours. This doesn’t change that. 🐈 Minho: Don’t read anything. We’re waiting for you.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

You stepped through the frosted doors. Eight figures waited—hoods up, masks on, eyes wide and wild. The moment they saw you, everything else disappeared.

Minho reached you first. His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you off the ground.

Felix grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.

Hyunjin clutched your sleeve like a lifeline.

Changbin pressed his forehead to yours.

Jeongin whispered, “You smell like home.”

Han cried again.

Seungmin cupped your face and said, “Still want us?”

You nodded.

Then Chan stepped forward, lowered his mask, and kissed the crown of your head. “We’ve got you now.”

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The boys didn’t let go of you for a long time. Even after you stepped into the van. Even after your suitcase was forgotten in the trunk. Even after the driver took a long detour to avoid the press tipped off by the leak. They held you in shifts—knees pressed against yours, fingers tangled in your sleeves, hands gently brushing the side of your throat where eight bites were waiting to bloom. No one talked about the articles. No one talked about the footage or the threads or the photos. Not yet.

Felix, rested his head on your shoulder. Hyunjin traced circles on your wrist with his pinky. Chan sat directly across from you, his eyes fixed, unreadable—but warm. Steady.

Only when the doors shut behind you at the apartment did he speak.

“Nothing ruins this,” he said. “Not the leak. Not the world. Tonight is yours. Ours.”

Seven nods followed. You hadn’t realized you were crying until Han wiped your cheek with the sleeve of your own hoodie.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Soft lighting. Clean sheets. Nesting blankets in every color and texture imaginable. The whole room pulsed with pack scent. Their bond threads, already taut from distance and heat, wrapped around your chest the second you crossed the threshold.

A fresh diffuser released hints of bergamot and chai. Your scent—spiced apple cider—floated over everything like the final note in a song only the nine of you could hear. You stood in the center and turned once, slowly.

“You did all this?” you asked.

Jeongin nodded shyly. “Every piece.”

“I matched the blankets to your undertone,” Seungmin added, clearing his throat.

Hyunjin blinked fast, then muttered, “It smells perfect in here.”

You laughed softly and opened your arms. They didn’t hesitate. The first full pack embrace felt like exhaling for the first time in months.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

You sat in the center of the nest, eight of them fanned around you like a tide drawing in.

You weren’t nervous, you were calm. Every eye on you was reverent. Every touch, measured. They weren’t rushing—not one of them. They were waiting, watching, letting your body lead the way.

Felix was the first to nudge your ankle. “Can I touch you, angel?”

You nodded.

He leaned in, and the others watched him as he pressed a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“Not because we’re claiming you,” he whispered. “Because I want to show you what you mean to me.” Then his hands traced your ribs beneath your shirt.

You shivered. It was like falling under water, slow and full-bodied.

Clothing peeled away gently, layer by layer. Hyunjin undid the drawstring of your pants while kissing your shoulder. Minho laid warm hands over your thighs, spreading them slightly—not forcefully, but like he was giving you more space to bloom.

Changbin’s voice was rough in your ear. “You smell so good, I feel drunk.”

Han hummed. “I’ve been drunk.”

You laughed—but it broke on a moan when Chan’s hand settled low on your belly, warm and grounding.

“Still okay?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Still sure?”

You looked around the nest each one of them looked back with a kind of devotion you’d never known. “Completely.”

Seungmin knelt between your legs, guiding your hips gently as Felix kissed your chest.

Jeongin fed you whispered praise like sugar as he left soft kisses on your neck. “You’re doing so good,” Jeongin breathed. “So perfect.”

“Let us take care of you,” Seungmin said, kissing the inside of your thigh.

Han slid beside you and kissed you with so much softness and  sweetness it made your toes curl.

Minho, quiet but intent, teased your entrance with two fingers as he locked eyes with Chan across your body.

“Ready?”

You nodded.

His fingers slid in slowly, opening you up gradually working in and out of you. Once deemed ready Chan switched places with him. He kept his gaze on yours as he thrust in slowly, the stretch made you cry out—but in the best way.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Minho said, kneeling behind you and pressing his chest to your back. “We’ve got you.”

They didn’t rush. Not once. Some were ready for certain things that others were not. 

Felix used his mouth until your thighs shook. Han alternated teasing strokes with whispered filth. Minho edged you three times on his fingers alone.

By the time Seungmin curled his hand between your legs again, you were panting, crying, gasping out names like prayers. And still, they gave you more. More kisses. More touches. More of their scent soaking into your skin like ink.

Chan held you afterward—spent, wrecked, trembling from release after release—and asked again, “Are you ready?”

You nodded.

He leaned down and bit right at the base of your neck, over your scent gland leaving his bond mark. It was sharp, hot, and sacred.

Your body arched. The bond snapped into place like a door clicking open—and his scent poured in like a flood. You moaned and sobbed and held him close as he licked over the mark, murmuring, “Mine. Ours. You’re home now.”

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

**Thank you for reading!!**

[aliza-sophie]

Another Bueckers

POV: Elize Bueckers

Word Count: 2,500

synopsis: paige's sister Elize has never liked the spotligt. she always went by another last name, but when she came to UConn it all changed when she went by her other last name. Bueckers...

this does not follow the right timeline so just pretend.

i just wrote this for fun, but let me know if you want another part ☺️

enjoy!

For most of my life, I was Paige Bueckers’ sister.

Not that anyone knew it, officially.

In high school, I went by Elize Dettbarn, using our mom’s second last name. Not because I was hiding — not exactly — but because we all agreed it was better that way. Cleaner. Quieter. Paige had the world’s attention, and I had no desire to have my phone blow up every time she dropped 30 points.

But now, I wasn’t just her sister anymore. I was a Husky.

And that changed everything.

It started with a single Instagram post.

Just a casual, clean white UConn graphic on a Tuesday afternoon:

“Welcome to the family, Elize Bueckers 🐺 Class of ‘25. Guard. Eden Prairie, MN.”

That was it.

No fireworks. No backstory.

But the comments exploded within minutes.

“WAIT. BUeCkERs???” “IS THIS A TYPO OR???” “SHE HAS A SISTER???” “WHY DID NO ONE KNOW SHE HAD A SISTER???”

I was in the car with Mom when it dropped. My phone buzzed nonstop for twenty minutes until I finally turned it on Do Not Disturb. She reached over and squeezed my hand on the gear shift.

“You okay?”

I nodded slowly. “I think I just broke the internet.”

Coach Geno called me later that night.

He was chuckling.

“You good, kid?”

“I think so?”

“You knew this was gonna happen, right?”

“Sort of. Maybe. Not like this.”

He laughed again. “Well, welcome to the family officially, Bueckers. About time.”

The truth was, I’d been around UConn for years. I wasn’t a mystery to the people who mattered.

Back when Paige was in college, I visited every couple of months. I sat behind the bench. Got late-night snacks with the team. Hung out in dorms, borrowed sweatshirts, even got advice from Aaliyah on my midrange game.

Coach Geno always greeted me with a hug and a knowing smirk. “We’ll get you in blue one day,” he’d said once when I was 16.

I thought he was joking.

But here I was, 18 and signed.

And everyone suddenly knew who I was.

The night the post went live, I got a call from Paige. She was in Dallas now, gearing up for her first season in the WNBA. I hadn’t seen her in person in weeks, but her voice still had that same warmth that used to crawl across the bunk bed frame when we whispered as kids.

“You good?” she asked.

“I think so,” I said, echoing my earlier answer.

She paused. “They’re gonna talk. A lot.”

“I know.”

“You ready for that?”

I thought about it.

The whispers in high school when people suspected something. The media people who asked subtle questions about whether Paige had siblings. The careful line I always walked between supporting her and staying out of the spotlight.

And then I thought about the way it felt when Coach handed me my offer. When I told Paige. When she cried.

“I think I’m ready to be seen,” I said.

She exhaled. “Then I’m so proud of you. You earned this, Zee.”

We talked for almost an hour — mostly basketball. Always basketball. She told me about Dallas, how different it felt from Storrs. How weird it was to lose so much, so fast.

“I miss winning,” she admitted.

“You’ll get there.”

She was quiet for a moment.

“I wish I could be there with you,” she added.

“You already are.”

She sniffed. “I’m gonna cry again, damn it.”

I smiled, lying on my bed, staring up at the same UConn poster she used to have in her room.

“You’re not the only Bueckers legacy anymore,” I said, teasing.

She laughed. “Yeah, well. Try not to break all my records first year, okay?”

“No promises.”

The next few weeks were a blur.

Interviews. Local press. Old teammates texting me screenshots of tweets. Random TikToks claiming I was “Paige 2.0” or “Baby Buckets.”

It was overwhelming.

But something else happened too.

People started asking about me.

Not just Paige’s sister. But Elize. Guard. 5'10". Fast first step. Lockdown defender. Quiet, but sharp. Different.

Not better. Just mine.

When I got to campus for orientation, Coach Geno met me outside the practice facility.

“Been a while since I saw your face around here,” he said with a grin.

I shrugged. “I missed the smell of rubber floors.”

He laughed and held open the door. “Come on. Let’s make some history.”

The first time I stepped onto the court for summer workouts, most of the team already knew me — either from my visits or from stalking my highlights.

Nika came by during an off day, even though she’d graduated. She gave me a giant hug and whispered, “About damn time.”

Amari smirked at me after drills. “Okay, Lil Bueckers. You got that spin move from your sister?”

I grinned. “Nope. I taught it to her.”

That night, I FaceTimed Paige.

“You crush it?”

“I held my own,” I said.

She smiled. “That’s all I ever want from you.”

We didn’t talk about the comments. The buzz. The pressure.

We just existed — sisters, across time zones and screens. Still holding each other, even when the world finally noticed both of us.

One week into training, Coach called me into his office.

I thought maybe I’d done something wrong. Or maybe something right. You never really know with Geno.

He pointed at the framed photo on his shelf — a candid of Paige, sweaty and smiling after a Final Four win.

“You think you’re gonna live in her shadow here?” he asked me.

I looked him in the eye. “I used to.”

“And now?”

I smiled. “Now I’m ready to cast my own.”

He nodded once. “Good. Because the name Bueckers? That name means something around here. And now — it means both of you.”

The season hadn’t started yet, but already I was learning: I didn’t have to hide to protect her legacy. And I didn’t have to outshine her to prove I belonged. We could both exist — fully. Loudly. Side by side.

Two sisters. Two stories. One name. And a whole lot of game.

[queen-of-gotham]

Naruto guys finding out they’re going to be a dad? Let’s gooo.

Featuring: Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, Lee, Kiba, Shino, Gaara, and Kankuro

Notes from the Batcave: Do we want a version with the Sensei’s? Idk, considering it. LMK in the comments 🙂‍↕️

🍥Naruto Uzamaki🍥

He’s thrilled. Like, runs full-speed through the village yelling about it thrilled. Immediately hugs you so tight he lifts you off the ground, and his first question is, “Do you think they’ll have your eyes?”

He spends the next hour crying, laughing, and trying to brainstorm baby names, Then panic hits, “WAIT. I NEED TO BE HOKAGE BEFORE THEY’RE BORN SO THEY CAN BE PROUD OF ME.”

You have to talk him down. Multiple times.

Prepare for a very clingy, very protective Naruto who has never been happier.

🐍Sasuke Uchiha🐍

He freezes. Stone-faced silence while his mind spirals: Can I protect them? Will I be enough? Can I fix the world before they come into it?

But then you take his hand and place it over your stomach and whisper to him again, “you’re going to be a father.”

His voice cracks when he says, “I already am.”

He’ll sit with you in quiet awe for a long time, holding you like you’re the most precious thing left in the world. Which, to him, you are.

🎨 Sai 🎨

He smiles in that slightly unnerving but sweet Sai way, “So you’re growing the baby is in your belly? That’s very artistic.”

He wants to draw your baby bump every week to track progress. He reads all the parenting books and takes notes in the margins.

He’s a bit robotic with his excitement at first, but he starts leaving little sketches on your pillow of you holding a baby, until the night he admits, “I never thought I’d have a real family. Thank you.”

🦌Shikamaru Nara🦌

Blank stare.

A pause.

“… troublesome.”

But he’s blushing. You can feel the silent internal freakout. He’s already calculating diaper costs, sleep schedule shifts, and the probability of your kid inheriting your temper.

He sits beside you, hand on your stomach, and after a long silence, “Guess I’ll have to be a better man than my dad was.”

He thinks his dad was amazing, it’s a big title to live up to for him.

🦋 Choji Akimichi 🦋

Sweet boy FREEZES with a handful of snacks halfway to his mouth, “W-Wait… like… pregnant pregnant?”

you nod, he drops the food and scoops you up immediately. He’s crying, you’re crying, he’s already making a food plan, “They’re going to eat so well. Akimichi babies need strength! You’re going to be glowing, babe. I’ll cook every day. I’ll learn new recipes. Oh my god- can we name them after snacks?!”

He starts working out more too, lowkey preparing to be the softest but strongest dad ever. He’ll spoil you rotten.

☯️Neji Hyuga☯️

Stunned silence. He’s good at keeping his emotions in check, but not this time. You’ll see the flash of fear in his eyes (because of his family, his past, his losses)… but also overwhelming joy.

He kneels in front of you like you’re sacred, palms gentle on your waist, “I will protect both of you. Always.”

You catch him watching you sleep with a softness that makes your heart ache.

🍃 Rock Lee🍃

He SCREAMS.

Then sprints into a handstand and yells, “I WILL RAISE THIS CHILD WITH THE POWER OF YOUTH!!”

The training plans begin immediately (for him, not the fetus… yet). He vows to be the most passionate, present, and honorable father ever born.

Cue Gai-sensei crying beside him, clinging to you both like, “I AM GOING TO BE A GRANDFATHER!” 😭

Lee builds a mini training course in your backyard for the baby despite you telling him the baby won’t be able to use it for a couple years.

🐺 Kiba Inuzuka🐺

Oh, you don’t get to tell him. He already knows, way before you do. The second your scent shifts ever so slightly, he’s squinting at you. Sniffing the air. Akamaru whines knowingly.

“You smell different.”

“What?”

“You smell like… a pup.”

Kiba gets increasingly smug as you brush it off. He buys prenatal vitamins before you even take a test.

Once it’s confirmed, he beams, “told you. My nose never lies.”

He starts building a crib and teaching Akamaru to guard the baby like the ninja hound soldier he is.

Also, he 100% brags to everyone and cries when no one’s looking.

This man also gets super protective. Growls at anyone who looks at you too long. ☠️

🐞 Shino Aburame 🐞

Shino stares at you silently. For so long that you’re like “Shino??”

“My bugs already sensed the hormonal change. They didn’t want to alarm you.”

“EXCUSE ME WHAT??”

He steps forward, gently places a hand on your stomach, and murmurs something quietly to his insects like he’s introducing them to the newest member of the hive.

He’s very calm on the surface, but he upgrades the security of your home overnight and starts researching baby-proofing techniques even though you’re 5 weeks along.

“They will grow up feeling safe. That is all that matters.”

Also he’s very excited for the baby to be big enough that he can show them cool bugs.

🏜️Gaara No Sabaku🏜️

He panics internally. This is the Kazekage. His first instinct is to withdraw, scared he won’t be good enough or that the baby won’t love him given his past. But when you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, he melts.

“I never thought… I’d be allowed to have something like this.”

He immediately starts researching what kind of emotional environment a child needs, how to break generational trauma, and what not to do as a father.

He writes letters to the baby in a journal every night.

⚙️Kankuro No Sabaku⚙️

First reaction, “… wait. For real?”

Second reaction, “YOU’RE HAVING MY KID!?”

He’s grinning, stammering, half-panicked and half-excited. Pulls you into a tight hug and laughs with this slightly unhinged joy like he can’t believe this is real.

“I gotta make ‘em a puppet. A safe one. One that shoots confetti or somethin’- oh shit, what if they hate puppets?!”

He wants to be a “fun dad” but you’ll catch him baby proofing every inch of the house and sleeping with one eye open like a guard dog.

Deep down, he’s terrified he won’t be good enough, but the way he holds you while whispering promises to the bump says otherwise. 🥺

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Can I Have a Hug?

Selkie AU | Reader x Love and Deepspace Boys

Comfort Fluff | Hugs | Gentle Affection

A request, hope these hugs are satisfactory ❤️

---

Some days, the heaviness didn’t come from anything big.

Just… a little too much quiet. A little too much thinking.

You walked the familiar short path down to the beach, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, throat tight. You didn’t even know what you needed exactly.

But when you saw them—your seals—you knew.

“I just…” You crouched beside them, voice barely above the wind. “Can I have a hug?”

The reaction was immediate—and very, very different from each of them.

---

🐺 Sylus

He shifted the moment you asked. No hesitation. Not a single question.

His arms wrapped around you with practiced ease, like he’d been waiting for this. Like he’d needed it, too.

Just warmth and steady breathing.

He held you tight to his chest, one hand at the back of your head, one across your back. No teasing. No talking. His pelt the only thing between you.

When you finally exhaled, the weight on your chest easing just a little, he murmured:

“You don’t need a reason. You can always ask.”

You nodded into his white pelt.

And he didn’t let go.

---

🫧 Rafayel

HUG?! HUG?! SHE WANTS A HUG—

Full seal-flop mode. Not even thinking about changing into human form. He launched toward you like a torpedo of pure joy, squealing with delight—and promptly body-slammed your shins in a wiggly cuddle pile.

You giggled. He snorted.

Then he nuzzled your side, flipped over to rest his head in your lap, and stared up at you with those big, dark seal eyes like: You okay now? Hugs fix everything. I’m the best hugger.

And you believe him.

You scratched his damp head while he chirped happily, completely unaware he was crushing you under 200 pounds of blubber love.

---

🪨 Zayne

Zayne blinked once.

Then shifted to human form and knelt beside you, silent, but his hands were already gently guiding yours into his.

He opened his arms with a little nod—wordless, offering—but his eyes were so soft.

When you stepped into his embrace, he held you like something sacred. Not tight. Just steady. Safe. His pelt was nice and warm.

He didn’t say anything for a long time.

Then, “You’re allowed to feel off, you know.”

You nodded.

“I’ll stay here until it passes. Or longer. However long you want.”

And he did.

---

☀️ Caleb

He gasped.

You had barely finished saying “hug” before he was already in human form and throwing his pelt over your shoulders like a dramatic theater kid.

“EMOTIONAL RESCUE OPERATION INITIATED,” he declared, wrapping himself around you like an overenthusiastic koala.

You laughed weakly.

“I brought snacks,” he added into your hair. “Well… I thought about snacks. That counts. But you’re my favorite human, and I am very good at hugs. Certified. Seal of approval.”

You groaned. “That pun was awful.”

He beamed. “You smiled though.”

You did.

---

🌊 Xavier

He didn’t shift.

Not right away.

He waddled closer in seal form, gently bumped your knee with his nose, and looked up at you like he was asking: Are you sure?

You nodded.

He shifted and offered his hand before pulling you into his arms. His pelt surrounding you both in it's warmth.

His hug was quiet. Warm. Steady, like the ocean at low tide. His chin rested gently on your shoulder, breath calm, as if he were trying to breathe with you, not just beside you.

After a moment, he whispered, “Thank you. For trusting me with this.”

You swallowed.

Then hugged him tighter.

---

Later…

You ended up in a blanket nest on the beach.

Rafayel brought you a shell.

Caleb tried (and failed) to build a sand heart.

Zayne brewed herbal tea in a thermos. Sylus stole it to warm your hands. Xavier tucked your hair behind your ear without a word.

No one tried to fix it.

They just stayed with you. Fully present. Quiet. Warm.

And when you finally smiled for real, even just a little… they all saw it.

[james-is-here]

You look thirsty, Hyung~

🤍Pairing: Chan x Mn 💌From teasing messages to full-body worship, Chan shows Mn exactly what happens when you tempt a man who’s hopelessly whipped. No prep, no patience - just pure, overwhelming want. 📝Chan x Mn, bang chan smut, sub Mn, boypuss Mn, dom Chan, backwards cowgirl, overstimulation, dirty talk, whipped boyfriend energy, Chan being so down bad it's tragic, Mn being a bratty tease in Chan's shirt, zero patience just raw need, no prep but soaking wet, creampie, crying from pleasure, full-body worship, teasing and possessive hands, messy kisses, clit stimulation, aftercare included, soft dom realness, desperate and devotional sex

Chan sat hunched at the breakroom table, idly spinning a plastic spoon through his untouched lunch, not really tasting anything. His phone vibrated against the table, breaking the monotony like a spark in dry air.

"Muffin🤍 had sent a photo."

Chan blinked, sat up straighter. Probably a selfie, or maybe one of Mn’s usual sleepy updates.

What he saw nearly made him drop his entire lunch.

There, bathed in soft, warm light that streamed through their bedroom window, Mn sat on the edge of their bed wearing nothing but Chan’s oversized, light blue striped shirt. The fabric drowned his smaller frame, sleeves too long and draping past his hands. One of those hidden hands was clutching the hem, tugging it just far enough to barely hide what needed hiding. Everything else was fair game.

Bare thighs, smooth skin, one leg bent and just enough muscle peeking out to remind Chan exactly how strong Mn’s deceptively delicate frame really was.

And Mn had the audacity to look innocent.

Chan’s breath caught. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

There was no caption. Just that sparkle emoji Mn used when he knew he was being dangerous.

Chan didn’t realize he’d stopped breathing until his coworker waved a hand in front of his face.

“You good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, spicy sauce in my eye,” Chan muttered, quickly returning his attention to his phone, cheeks flushing.

Chan🐺: Do you have a death wish?? Why would you do this while I’m at work? I’m sitting here with chopsticks in my hand, and now I want to use them to defend my honor.

Muffin 🤍:   I missed you 🥺  And I wanted to remind you what you’re missing 🤍 Your shirt smells like you. I like it. I smell like you now, too. 😊

Chan let out a low groan and dropped his head back. His fists clenched. His heart pounded. He could already feel the heat pooling in his stomach.

He had the image burned into his brain: Mn in his shirt. On their bed. Teasing without mercy.

He typed:

Chan🐺: If I was home right now, you wouldn’t be walking for a week. I’d start at your knees, kiss and bite my way up while you tremble for me. I wouldn’t even let you take the shirt off. I’d push it up, leave you dripping, spread open, and begging Ruin that pretty little pussy with my mouth. You’d be crying my name before I ever gave you my cock. And even then, baby, I’d take my sweet time.

Muffin 🤍: 🥺 Channie… You’re not helping me. I’m already squirmy and it’s worse now I want you. Need you. Want you to plug me up to stop the dripping. Please come home early? Just for a little while? I mean, Channie, you sound awfully thirsty... Lucky for you, I’ve got the perfect thing to fix that. Come home and take a sip... or two 😏🥰

Chan’s jaw dropped slightly as he read the message, the heat behind his eyes sharpening. His breath left him in a slow hiss, hand flexing around his phone like it had personally offended him.

A few seconds later, another message came.

Muffin 🤍: I’m such a mess now…  Look what you did to me.

The photo attached had Chan groaning through his teeth. The shirt was rumpled higher, the space between Mn’s thighs slick with evidence of arousal. Legs slightly spread. Mn's face barely shown but Chan can see his mouth parted like he’d been panting.

Chan stood up so quickly his chair screeched. He didn’t bother with an excuse this time.

He just grabbed his things and left.

Driving home, Chan’s thoughts were a loop of he’s mine he’s mine he’s mine.

He opened the front door, heart racing, jaw tight.

And there Mn was, laying on his stomach, legs swaying lazily in the air, shirt still on but his ass exposed, blushing fiercely as he peeked over his shoulder.

Chan dropped his keys.

“Jesus Christ.”

He was done for.

So, so gone.

And he knew this as he stared and, god fucking damn, seeing the real thing with his own eyes is always better, always softer, always warmer. That striped blue shirt hangs off his shoulders, swallowing his frame, sleeves dangling past his fingers. He's lying on his stomach with his legs bent up, heels lazily kicking the air, and the shirt bunched around his waist leaving his ass completely bare. His head is turned just enough to peek over his shoulder, giving Chan a shy, expectant look that nearly knocks the air from his lungs.

Mn’s cheeks are flushed a soft pink, his lips parted, and his dark lashes flutter as he looks up shyly.

"Hi, Channie," Mn says, voice syrupy soft, like he didn’t just ruin Chan’s entire workday with a single photo. "You really came home early…"

Chan swears under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he stands in the doorway, taking him in. Mn’s ass, soft and pink, framed perfectly by the fall of fabric. His legs swaying lazily, heels kicking at the air.

And the subtle arch of his back with the subtle bump up of his hips like an invisible pillow was under his front gives Chan a glimpse of the slick shine between his thighs. He can’t see everything but he doesn’t need to. He knows exactly what waits for him.

He walks over slowly, deliberately. Every step is heavy with need.

"You’re evil," Chan says lowly. "You know that?"

Mn smiles softly. "I missed you."

Chan kneels on the floor next to the bed and gently reaches up, hands sliding under Mn’s thighs to guide him closer, coaxing his body toward the edge of the mattress. Mn follows with a soft sound, shifting until he's right where Chan wants him. Even as Chan manhandles him with care, Mn still clings to the hem of the shirt, tugging it down shyly even after he’s flipped onto his back, just because, no real reason other than to continue looking sinfully cute.

"Still trying to be modest, sweetheart? After sending me that?" he asks, lips twitching at the corner.

Mn’s bottom lip wobbles a little. "Wanted to wait until you touched me…"

That breaks something in Chan.

His fingers slide up Mn’s thigh, slow and reverent, until he’s brushing the hem of the shirt. Gently, he moves Mn’s hand aside and lifts the fabric, finally revealing the perfect, swollen folds of his pussy, slick already glistening, lips puffy from arousal and heat.

"Fuck, look at you," Chan breathes. "God, baby…"

Mn whimpers at the attention, thighs twitching open on instinct as Chan leans down and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his thigh, just barely below his entrance. The shirt still drapes over Mn’s tummy, and Chan shoves more of the fabric up to kiss Mn's skin, right above where he knows Mn’s clit throbs.

"You did this on purpose," Chan murmurs into his skin. "You knew what this would do to me. Knew I’d drop everything and come running."

Mn lets out a soft, breathy laugh. "You’re easy."

"I’m whipped," Chan corrects, moving down again to finally, finally press a kiss to his pussy, soft and lingering, like an apology and a promise. Mn gasps, hips twitching, and his hand flutters up to cover his mouth. "So fucking whipped. You’d say jump and I’d ask how high while I was already midair."

Chan opens him with his fingers slowly, reverently, parting the folds to drag his tongue between them, humming at the taste of him. "And you're right..." Chan murmured as he savored Mn. Sweet, warm, familiar. "I was thirsty~" Chan dives back in and Mn arches with a broken moan, his legs spreading wider, shirt now hiked up to his waist. The sleeves dangle off his arms, and one of them covers his eyes as he hides his blushing face.

Chan keeps his mouth buried in him, tongue flicking over his clit just the way Mn likes, fingers spreading him open and teasing at his fluttering entrance but not pushing in yet. He wants this to be slow. Teasing. Loving.

"You’re perfect," he whispers against him. "You know that? So pretty. So fucking gorgeous. So good for me, baby."

Mn whines, his voice soft and wrecked. "Channie… please…"

That’s the sound that breaks him.

Chan groans and pulls back only to flip Mn gently onto his stomach, pressing soft kisses up his spine as he goes. His hands can't resist gliding over Mn’s bare skin, one palm settling to squeeze and knead his ass, slow and possessive. He hooks a hand under Mn’s hips and lifts him up just enough to press himself flush against him from behind, clothed for now, just needing to feel him.

"Say it again," Chan breathes, rutting slowly against Mn’s bare pussy, his work khakis dampening from where Mn’s soaked him through, darkening the fabric. "Say you missed me."

"I missed you, Channie," Mn gasps, voice muffled in the pillow, back arching. "Missed you so much it hurt."

Chan reaches forward, takes one of those shirt-covered hands in his own, and intertwines their fingers.

"I’ve got you now, baby," he says softly. "I’m here. Not going anywhere."

Chan strips quickly, tossing his clothes aside as he approaches the bed. Mn is already there, perfectly presented at the edge, ass up and waiting, shirt bunched high around his waist like an invitation. Chan groans at the sight as he steps behind him.

He presses the thick weight of his cock between Mn’s bare cheeks first, sliding it slowly back and forth to feel that warmth and softness, teasing them both.

"You really laid out for me like this, huh? You just love being my little present," Chan murmurs, his voice low and rough, one hand sliding up Mn’s spine. "This ass is mine, you know that?" Mn gasps and arches into it, the contact making him tremble. Chan groans softly, his hips giving a few more slow, deliberate rolls between Mn’s cheeks.

"Gonna fuck you slow at first, baby," he continues, teasing just a little more. "Make sure you feel every inch." Mn whimpers, pushing back, and Chan lets out a shaky breath, already obsessed with how easy it is to slide in from how soaked Mn is.

With a steady hand, Chan lines up and presses in, his breath catching as he sinks into Mn’s tight, soaked heat. There was no prep, no fingers, just raw, aching need, and yet Mn is dripping, fluttering around him, guiding him in with ease.

Chan groans, "So, fucking tight and yet sucking me in so well." Chan's hips roll forward with deliberate control, pressing deep into Mn’s soft, dripping heat and pulling back just enough to do it again, dragging along his sensitive walls with every breathless stroke.

Mn trembles beneath him, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps, his fingers clutching fistfuls of the bedsheets and Chan’s pillow like they’re the only things grounding him. His shirt, the light blue striped one that started all of this, is bunched around his waist, sleeves dangling like ribbons with every motion. The curve of his back is arched, his ass tilted up perfectly for Chan to press flush against him, and his thighs shake from how badly he needs more.

Chan’s palm finds the small of Mn’s back, then slides up, pressing flat between his shoulder blades as he leans over him, wrapping his other arm around Mn’s waist to hold him steady.

“You feel so good,” Chan groans, forehead pressed between Mn’s shoulder blades. “So fucking tight, baby. Always so perfect for me.”

Mn whimpers helplessly into the pillow. “Ch-Channie, s’too deep~, feels s'good, I- hgnh~”

“I know~,” Chan whispers in a deep purr, kissing the back of his neck. “I know~, baby~. You’re taking me so well. You’re always so good for me, so prefect and molded for me.”

He picks up the pace gradually, grinding into him deeper now, each thrust sending soft gasps tumbling from Mn’s lips. His pussy clenches so sweetly around him, hot and soaked and fluttering like it’s trying to pull Chan deeper, and Chan’s fingers tighten where they press into his hips.

“Look at you,” he breathes, pulling out just enough to watch the way Mn’s cunt shines with slick before sinking back in with a stuttered moan. “Look at how wet you are~. You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?”

Mn nods frantically, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming stretch and heat and pressure.

“Y-Yeah, wanted you,” he whimpers. “Missed you so much, missed your cock, wanted to be full again”

“You wanted to be stuffed full like this? My pretty little baby, sending photos to make me desperate,” Chan growls low into his ear, biting gently at the lobe as Mn gasps again. “Were you aching for me when you took it? All wet and needy while I was stuck at work like some idiot?”

Mn nods, hips pushing back instinctively. “Th-Thought about you a-all morning, Channie. K-Kept getting slick th-thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock.”

Chan curses under his breath, losing a bit of control with the next few thrusts, harder now, rougher, making Mn cry out and shove back onto him like he needs it. The wet sounds between them are lewd, the slap of skin on skin ringing out with every impact.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” Chan grits out. “Want me to ruin you, baby? Want to feel me for days?”

“Please~,” Mn sobs, turning his head to the side, cheek squished to the pillow. “N-Need it, want it, want you so bad, need you to fill me up, Channie”

“Oh my god,” Chan groans, hips stuttering at the thought. “You’re gonna milk me dry, baby. God, you were made for me.”

Chan pulls Mn up gently by the waist, guiding him up and settling him onto his lap in a backwards straddle, still snug around him. Mn folds forward, bracing himself on Chan’s shins, the position arching his back beautifully and putting every inch of him on display. He begins to move his hips, rolling them in tight circles and bouncing slowly, his ass rippling with every motion. Chan groans, unable to resist palming both cheeks in his hands, spreading them just slightly as he watches himself disappear into Mn again and again. The view is obscene, and Mn’s pussy squeezes so tightly it makes Chan see stars.

Mn’s hands press against Chan’s shins at first, trying to keep his balance as he folds forward. Eventually, his trembling arms shift to grip the bedding on either side of Chan’s legs, clutching for support as he rocks himself harder, sobbing out Chan’s name again and again between breathless cries.

Chan rocks up into him from below, hands locked tight around Mn’s hips, holding him close, never letting him go. He thrusts hard and deep and full, his mouth trailing over Mn’s throat, jaw, temple.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, voice wrecked and full of devotion. “Only mine. You know that, right?”

Mn nods feverishly, crying out, “Only yours, Chan, yours, yours, please”

Chan sits up, wrapping his arms around Mn’s waist and pulling him upright until Mn’s back is flush against his chest. His left hand slides up Mn’s front, gliding over the soft fabric of the shirt bunched around his middle, until his fingers reach Mn’s throat. Gently, his pointer finger and thumb grip Mn’s jaw, tilting his head to the side. Mn whimpers, pliant as Chan guides him into a kiss, messy and desperate, their mouths clashing while Mn continues rocking back and forth on his cock.

At the same time, Chan’s free hand moves down, slipping between Mn’s thighs to circle his clit with slow, focused pressure. Chan shifts, leaning back against the headboard and bringing his knees up slightly to support Mn’s weight better. Mn clings to him, his breath hitching, and then Chan begins fucking up into him hard and fast. The new angle makes Mn cry out, head falling back onto Chan’s shoulder with a loud moan.

"There, there, Channieeee~, sh-shit hngh~ Right there!" Mn gasps, his voice slipping into something sinfully baby-like and whiney. "Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, right there~!"

Chan groans softly into his ear, his voice a gravelly tease. "Yeah? You want me to keep hitting that spot, baby? Gonna come soon?"

Mn nods, too breathless for words at first, only able to let out a sweet hum that melts into a high-pitched, whiney moan. "F-Fuck~" he cries out, hips faltering before finding their rhythm again of trying to match Chan's pace, hips rocking with a stutter again in an attempt to meet Chan's thrust for a harder hit.

Chan clenches his teeth, breath ragged as he picks up the pace slightly, fucking up into Mn with sharp, precise thrusts. "That’s it, baby, take it. Just like that. You’re so fucking perfect for me. So good, so pretty, just like that. Come on, baby, I’ve got you." Mn yelps, groaning softly. "Shit~ Ch-Channie, don't s-stop, Ha-nhg~ Shit~!"

Chan doesn’t. He keeps hitting that same perfect spot, his hand never leaving Mn’s clit or his throat, fingers turning Mn's head again, lips brushing over his cheek before pulling him in for a messy, wet kiss as Mn unravels completely.

Mn gasps into his mouth, Chan licking into Mn's mouth before Mn's jaw went slack with another whiney moan and his head fell back onto Chan's shoulder again, trembling from the dual stimulation from Chan's tip making him see stars and Chan's fingers rapidly playing with his clit, his pussy clenching again, and that’s all it takes. Chan groans, hips jerking upward with a final deep thrust, spilling inside him, warm and thick, groaning through gritted teeth as Mn sobs from the fullness as Chan thrusts hard one more time to bury himself deep.

Mn cums moments after Chan does, trembling in his arms, clinging to him as his walls flutter and spasm around Chan’s cock. His voice is wrecked, raw with overwhelmed bliss.

They stay like that for a long while, Chan breathing hard, holding Mn so tight, so close, still buried inside him as Mn whines softly and Chan presses kisses to Mn's shoulder through the fabric of his shirt. Chan keeps his fingers circling Mn’s clit gently, dragging out the pleasure, easing him through the high. Mn twitches and shudders from the overstimulation, little gasps and whines slipping from his lips with every touch, until his hips finally go still and he melts into Chan’s chest, completely undone.

Eventually, Chan lowers them both down gently, curling onto their sides, Chan spooning Mn from behind with Mn pliant and spent and wonderfully satisfied in his arms, Chan's cock softening but still inside him, keeping him full.

Chan kisses his shoulder. Then behind his ear. Then his neck.

“Never do this to me at work again,” he whispers.

Mn giggles sleepily. “Can’t promise that…”

Chan groans dramatically but smiles into Mn’s hair, whispering, “God, I’m so whipped for you, baby. I love you.”

“Mmhm,” Mn hums, curling into him, finally warm, finally full, and loved. "Love you too, Channie"

Oh my goodness I kind of really like this one.

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Also I don't say it often but comments and reposts are appreciated, I love knowing if I killed braincells

[snnowwpheenix]

imagine the Jujutsu Kaisen men reacting to their child, who normally loves kindergarten, suddenly clinging to them and saying, “I don’t want to go anymore…”

🍬 Gojo Satoru

“Wait, what happened to my happy little backpack gremlin?” 😢 Gojo crouches to their level, giving them a playful smile even though he’s low-key worried.

“You used to love showing off your finger paintings… did someone mess with my baby?” If there’s even a hint of bullying? He’s ready to march in and throw hands with a 5-year-old (or their parents). But first? He’ll take the day off and say: “Let’s have a daddy day today. And tomorrow, I’ll walk in with you. We’re a team, yeah?”

🕯️ Geto Suguru

Soft concern floods his face. He gently rubs their back and says,

“That’s not like you… Can you tell me why?” If they can’t put it into words, he watches their body language closely—he knows how to read emotions. He’ll write a kind but firm email to the teacher asking for insight. Until then? He keeps them home a day or two, sits with them drawing, saying: “You don’t have to explain yet. I’ll wait. But I’m always here to listen, alright?”

💀 Sukuna (in Yuji’s body)

“...You’re joking. You love that place.” At first, he brushes it off—thinks they’re just faking it. But when he sees their eyes watering? Screams, sobbing clinging? He goes still.

“Tch. Fine. Talk. What happened?” It might sound gruff, but he’s listening. And if someone made his kid uncomfortable? Let’s just say someone’s getting a very unfriendly parent-teacher meeting. He might grumble, but he lets them stay home—and carries them around like a protective dragon hoarding treasure.

💼 Nanami Kento

He kneels down, instantly serious but warm.

“You love school. This must be something big. Do you feel safe there?” He doesn’t push—but he’s not passive either. Emails the teacher, schedules a quiet meeting, and prepares a full plan in his head. At home, he makes their favorite snack, sits beside them, and says: “You’re not alone in this. I’ll make sure whatever’s wrong gets fixed. You have my word.” Gentle dad mode: Activated.

🔪 Toji Fushiguro

“…Huh?” He looks confused, because his kid has never said no to anything before. When he sees their little hands gripping his shirt, he panics silently.

“Okay. What’s wrong? Who hurt you?” He’ll drop everything, even a job, to figure it out. Doesn’t force them to go back—just observes, listens, and tightens protection mode x1000. And if it’s a teacher or other kid causing problems? Good luck to them. For real.

🐺 Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi would feel so helpless at first.

“But you were so happy last week… What changed?” He doesn’t pressure—he’s a quiet comfort. Just picks them up, lets them cry into his shirt, and holds them silently for as long as they need. Later, he asks thoughtful questions while playing with them, like: “Is someone not being kind to you? Is there something we can do together to make it better?” He becomes your kid’s safe place—no matter what.

💉 Choso Kamo

He immediately drops to his knees and holds their face gently.

“Why, baby? What happened?” There’s panic in his voice, but he’s focused on soothing them. If they can’t explain it, he keeps them home and says: “We’ll figure it out together. You don’t have to do anything alone.” He doesn’t sleep much that night, worried and overthinking—but he’ll be their shadow until they’re okay again.

🍓 Itadori Yuji

Big soft panic.

“Wait, what?? You love your teacher! Is someone being mean to you?” Yuji scoops them up and carries them around all morning like a koala. He tries to make them laugh with silly faces, but when he sees they’re really upset, he gets serious. “Okay. You don’t have to go today. Let’s talk to your teacher together, alright?” He’s 100% the “march into the school with juice boxes and an emotional support bear” type of dad.

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can i ask for werewolf au 🐺🐺🐺 please in "make me write"

“Don’t go down there.”

Tommy’s voice didn’t startle Buck—perks of the super wolfy hearing—but he did take his hand off the doorknob with a guilty smile.

“Sorry,” he said. “Just curious.”

He was feeling well enough now to get up and move around, and though he hated leaving Tommy’s bed, his wolf had been tugging restlessly on the leash, urging him to explore more of the den.

Tommy chuckled. “Yeah, I’m gathering that. Kinda surprised you’re a werewolf and not a werecat.”

“I’m not nearly graceful enough to be a werecat. You, uh, hiding some dead bodies or something?” Buck joked. He glanced at the door again. 

Knowing he wasn’t allowed to go into the basement now made it so much more tempting. Like looking at a big red button that said do not touch! 

“No. It’s just a mess. I’m renovating.”

That was a perfectly normal, acceptable answer, yet Buck couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t the truth.

“Hmm, don't know if I believe you,” he said playfully. “Maybe you're actually a mad scientist, and your secret lab is down there?” He tugged on the drawstring of his borrowed sweats. “Or maybe you’re hiding a crazy sex dungeon.” 

“You caught me,” Tommy responded, dry as sand. “It’s my sex dungeon. So unless you want to get tied up and spanked, you’ll stay out.”

Oh.

Oh, boy. 

Those were some interesting images going through his head. 

“Um,” Buck said eloquently, blood rushing to his cheeks.

Tommy took pity on him. “I’m kidding, Evan.” 

Buck laughed. It sounded weird. Where was his sanity? It certainly wasn’t in the room anymore.

And he still wanted to open that door. But, like a good boy, he didn’t push. Instead, he hastily altered course. “You’re a pilot, right? At the harbor station? I saw your pictures on the mantelpiece.” 

The connection had excited Buck. And maybe he had drooled a little seeing the Alpha standing next to a chopper, wearing a flight suit and sporting a big grin. He looked so happy. Right in his element. Just like Buck felt at his job.

Tommy’s smile grew, crinkles appearing. It transformed his face, just like in the photos. Buck’s heart literally pitter-pattered. (God, he needed to get a grip.) “Yeah. I was with a different station before I transferred to air ops. Best decision I’ve ever made.”

“Nice.” Buck stopped himself from adding how cool he thought it was. He had repeated that word far too many times since he’d met Tommy. “Must be fun to fly. Which station were you at before?”

“The one-eighteen.”

Buck’s eyes widened. “No way! That’s my station! I—I’m a firefighter, too.”

That meant Buck wasn’t the first werewolf to work there. He wondered if Bobby knew about Tommy’s lycanthropy, and that was why he’d taken Buck’s so stoically. It was such a crazy coincidence. If their timelines had synced up, they could’ve worked together.

“Yeah?” Tommy folded his arms, appraising him. “That makes a lot of sense. You seem like the type.”

Buck’s chest puffed up with pride, his blush reigniting. Was it his physique? His demeanor? Did Tommy think he looked like a hero? “Thanks!” He quickly changed the subject, not wanting to linger on himself. “So, you know Hen and Chim?”

Tommy nodded. “I did. They’re great people.”

Buck was about to ask another question when he noticed Tommy subtly glancing at his watch. He stepped backward. “Sorry. I-I’m talking your ear off again.”

Tommy’s eyebrows raised. “You apologize too much, Evan. You’re fine. I do have to go pick up a package in a few minutes, though. Want to come for a ride?”

Those words triggered the same internal reaction as wanna go for a walk? Buck grinned. Some fresh air would probably feel awesome and stop him from making a bigger fool of himself. “Okay! Uh, do—do you mind if I shift?” 

His wolf loved truck rides, which Eddie never failed to tease him about. He could easily be mistaken for a dog if he kept himself somewhat hidden. 

Tommy looked amused. “I don’t mind. I’ll have to re-wrap your dressing, though.” 

Have Tommy’s hands on him again? Buck had no problem with that at all.

“I’ll be right back.” He dashed for the bathroom, pleased when he only limped a little bit.

“Hey, take it slow!” Tommy called after him. 

Sheepishly, Buck followed the Alpha’s command.

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