#definitely going to be adding more to this au

[alwaysanangelneverag0d]

~Fast Break to your heart~Pazzi AU

NWSL Paige x WNBA Azzi

a/n:hello yall im very excited to release the first chapter of this i of course welcome any feedback or criticism.Especially in how i write womens soccer.I promise i will get a bit more detailed on that front jjst give me time🙏🙏🙏

Wc:5.3k(i swear most chapters will be much longer then this)

Chapter 1:Collision

Early May-2026

When she agreed to go to the game, Azzi told herself it was to keep the peace. Cam had called it team bonding. Azzi had been halfway through unpacking a box labeled kitchen decorations when Cam burst into her apartment, ripped open the blinds, and announced she was picking her up at three. Azzi had no choice. It was in moments like this that she wished she didn’t coincidentally live in the same apartment as Cameron Brink.

Now Azzi sat on the couch, book on her thigh, hoping Cam would forget she was forcing her into this.

But then she heard a knock and saw Cam standing in her doorway, arms crossed like a disappointed older sister.

“We’re gonna be late,” Cam’s tone was casual but sharp. “And I swear to God, if you bring that book with you, I’m throwing it out on the freeway.”

Azzi gasped. “Wow, threatening literature now—that’s low.”

“I’m not threatening the book. I’m threatening you, Fudd.” Cam stepped inside and snatched the book dramatically. “I’m not letting you third-wheel your own social life.”

Azzi sighed, running a hand through her curled hair. “It’s not about the book, I just couldn't care less about socc—”

Cam cut her off. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But consider this: it’s either sit in a packed stadium with friends or keep unpacking boxes, not knowing where you want to put your championship plaques.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “They aren’t even plaques… they’re framed jerseys.”

“Oh, my bad. I meant the Azzi Fudd Hall of Fame wall.”

Despite wanting to shoot daggers, Azzi cracked a grin, stifling a laugh.

Cam grinned back, knowing that when Azzi smiled, it meant victory. “That’s better. Now go put on something that isn’t sweatpants. You know Rickea hates waiting.”

Azzi groaned, mumbling, “The peer pressure is crazyyy.”

“Exactly,” Cam grinned. “Welcome to the team, Fudd.”

As they walked out of the apartment building, Cam reached out and bumped her shoulder slightly.

“Serious question,” Cam glanced sideways at her. “Why the hell are you still unpacking boxes for your kitchen? You’ve been here like two weeks.”

“Three, actually,” Azzi muttered. “Not that I’ve been counting.”

Cam raised a brow. “That is worse.”

Azzi didn’t respond immediately. She just kept walking through the lot, dragging her feet like her body was forcing her forward. The silence stretched long enough to make Cam look at her with concern.

“It’s not like, deep or anything,” Azzi said quickly, definitely not convincing. “I’ve just been really busy.”

“With what?” Cam added. “I have seen you read the same book three times this week.”

Azzi cracked a grin. “Hey, at least I’m consistent.”

Cam stopped walking and paused. “I get it—you don’t feel like this is home.”

Azzi’s shoulders stiffened. “It’s not about that.”

“It’s exactly about that.”

Azzi paused. She didn’t want to admit it, but Cam was right—even though she hadn’t fully acknowledged it out loud.

“I guess I just—” Azzi exhaled, “don’t feel settled yet.”

Cam didn’t say anything, letting Azzi open up at her own pace.

“I miss rhythm. The familiarity of the people, the court, routine.” She paused. “When I was at UConn, even the silence felt like it belonged to me. Here? It just feels like I’m a visitor. Like, I don’t belong here yet.”

Cam frowned, but her eyes showed understanding.

“You do belong here. Maybe just not in the ways you want to yet, but you do. You don’t have to force yourself to prove you belong every single day.”

Azzi nodded. “I know… but it’s just weird. Being without the girls. The noise. Familiarity.”

Cam bumped her shoulder once more. “Then let us be your noise.”

“You’re already loud enough.”

And then, to almost prove Azzi’s point, their moment was interrupted by a set of honks.

Azzi jumped, while Cam just shook her head with a grin.

“HELLOOOOOO!”

“Rickea, chill, we’re coming,” Azzi called back as they jogged toward the car.

“Took you long enough. I was about to start charging for loitering.”

Cam laughed. “My bad, Kea.”

Rickea shook her head. “Distractions get you nowhere when it comes to me.”

“Sorry, Kea. We’ll keep it quick next time.”

“You bet,” Rickea added. “’Cause next time, you’ll be walking to the game.”

———————————————————————-

Rickea’s Jeep vibrated with bass as Mary J. Blige blasted through the speakers, the windows rolled halfway down to let in the warm L.A. evening air. The girls were screaming the lyrics with unfiltered enthusiasm, not a single note in key, and none of them cared.

Cam was drumming on the dashboard like it was a snare, Rickea slapped the steering wheel in rhythm, and Dearica had her head halfway out the window, harmonizing so badly it looped around to charming. Azzi sat in the back, squeezed against the door, a reluctant passenger in the chaos.

But the noise was oddly comforting. Loud in a way that made silence feel impossible. Like friendship layered over static.

Azzi stared out the window, watching the city blur past in neon smudges and golden smears of sunlight. Her heart was ticking faster than it should’ve been, though she couldn’t decide if it was from nerves or something else.

She laughed when Cam tried to hit a high note and cracked spectacularly, clutching her chest like the lyrics had physically wounded her. It was ridiculous. And for a second, it felt good.

The closer they got to the arena, the more the atmosphere shifted.

Traffic thickened. Tailgates flipped open. Fans in pink and black filtered onto the sidewalks in packs. The air felt charged, like something big was about to happen.

Cam twisted sharply in her seat, dropping her sunglasses onto her lap as the chorus faded into the next track. She turned down the volume, not dramatically, but with purpose. The quiet hit harder after so much noise.

Cameron smiled at azzi as if she had something of great importance to say

“Just so you know,” she began dramatically, “there’s gonna be tons of hot, muscular women waiting for a beautiful, curly-headed basketball player like you to waltz in there.”

Azzi rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. This again.

The group’s obsession with trying to set her up was getting exhausting.

“You’re delusional.”

“I’m a visionary, actually,” Cam corrected, completely unbothered.

“A horny visionary.”

Rickea cackled as Cam threw her head back, clutching her chest like Azzi’s answer had physically wounded her.

“Listen, Az,” Cam said, leaning in like she was sharing sacred wisdom. “All I’m saying is—new city, new you. Let someone ruin you for once. Preferably someone with sexy thighs and a six-pack.”

Azzi groaned, already preparing to recite the same speech she’d been giving since she landed in L.A. “I’m not trying to date anyone right now. Or hook up. Or do anything other than basketball.”

“Yeah, but a basketball can’t kiss you goodnight,” Rickea chimed in from the driver’s seat, not even missing a beat.

“If it somehow could,” Azzi muttered, “it would probably still do it better than all the people you sleep with.”

Cam let out a loud snort. “BURN.”

Rickea gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like Azzi had shot her point blank. “She’s ruthless! Cam, I told you she was cold-blooded off the court, too!”

Cam and Rickea launched into a fake argument over who was the more emotionally neglected friend, their voices escalating with every fake accusation. Azzi leaned back into her seat and stared out the window, letting their banter fill the space around her.

There was something peaceful about the noise. Familiar. Like background music to her restless thoughts.

But the moment they stepped out of the car, everything changed.

The hum of the stadium hit Azzi like a wave—loud and alive. You could feel the energy in the air, buzzing with anticipation. The crowd, even from a distance, moved like a tide, their chatter and laughter rising in waves as the arena loomed overhead like a coliseum built for modern-day gladiators.

And the closer they walked, the more Azzi felt it: that quiet shift in the air. Like she wasn’t just walking into a soccer game, but into something bigger. Something electric.

The concrete beneath her sneakers felt different. The lights ahead were brighter. The sound of a thousand voices layered over one another felt like prophecy.

It was just a game.

Fans were weaving in and out of lines, most decked in jerseys, scarves, and posters in the team's hues of pink, black, and grey. But what pulled her into noticing was the name

Bueckers

Over and over again

It was on the back of jerseys in bold lettering. On colorful signs that almost felt like declarations. Even painted on the cheeks of young fans

Azzi’s breath hitched. Paige’s name might as well have been sewn into the air

They didn’t just admire. They adored her

‘’Is this normal? ’’ she asked under her breath as they headed towards their section of seats

Cam followed her gaze. “For Paige? Yes, L.A. worships her, she’s like the female Messi”.

“Shit they’d probably elect her for mayor and she wouldn’t even have to campaign” Rickea added.

Azzi let out a chuckle, but for some reason, her chest felt tight. She had played in front of sellout crowds. She saw her name on posters, jerseys, and faces, just like Paige. But this noise wasn’t for the sake of a team, it was for her.

Paige

The one the city had crowned theirs

Her eyes glazed over a sign ‘’The prophecy lives”

She didn’t know which made her feel worse. That Paige had a hype azzi dreamed to have one day.. Or the fact that she understood why.

—————————————————————-

As they weaved through the crowd towards their seats, Azzi found herself feeling weirdly off balance. Not sick, just..off.Maybe it was the lights. Or the noise.Or maybe something else.Someone else

She barely had a moment to ground herself when Cam cupped her hands around her mouth and screamed,

“PAIGEEEEE”

Azzi was mortified. “Cam, what are you doing?” Azzi hissed, grabbing the taller girl's arms in an attempt to stop the draw of attention Cam had summoned. Heads turned in their direction. Azzi immediately ducked lower in her seat. The last thing she wanted was attention, especially when it came to Cam’s antics

“I'm tryna get PB's attention,” Cam whined as she waved her arms frantically in the air like she was lost in the forest begging for a helicopter rescue.

Azzi followed her gaze towards the field. There she was. Paige Bueckers. Talking to a teammate, water bottle clutched in strong, veined hands. Azzi blinked. Something inside her hiccupped. She turned back to Cam.

“Wait, you know her?”

“ I could’ve sworn I mentioned her name once. Possibly even twice”

Azzi was truly astonished

“When you said ‘Paige’, I didn’t think you meant the Paige Bueckers.”

Can shot her a proud look. “Yep.The one and only. The chosen one, they say”

Rickea giggled, “We love Paigey, even though she looks mean, she's like a teddy bear.”

Azzi’s eyebrow raised. “She does not give off the vibes of a teddy bear’

“I mean to be honest, she has always had a certain reputation, you could say,” Rickea smirked as if she was about to reveal government secrets

“A Reputation of…?”.Azzi was curious

“Being a massive S-L-U-T,” Rickea’s smirked

“Don’t you think that's a bit harsh?” Dearica chimed in from the other side

Can let out a loud snicker at this. “Only harsh if you didn’t go to Stanford with her. I eventually lost track of the number of girls who came up to me, in literal tears, because Paige ghosted them

“Oh yeah,” Rickea added,” and always the same excuse- ’ I need to focus on soccer’.Not like she was lying.”

“I think I saw her sleep in cleats one time in spring sem,” Cam giggled.

‘She had the same line for everyone’’Rickea shook her head. “Never lasted more than a week with a girl.”

Azzi said nothing. Her eyes drifted unintentionally back to the bench. Paige was crouched, lacing her cleats. Something was mesmerizing about just that simple act. The way she carried herself in simplicity made Azzi’s stomach drop.

Azzi blinked, realizing she was staring. That’s when she felt a nudge

Dearica leaned in. “She’s hot, isn’t she?”

Azzi’s face flushed.”Um–what? No.”

But her voice was too flat for someone who was denying it.

Rickea smirked, “Mhm.”

“Seriously, I don’t have time for a distraction like that; basketball is my only focus.”

“Well, your loss.” Rickea licked her lips, “'Cause if I was into girls, I’d let Paige ruin my life.”She threw her head back dramatically .”Those gorgeous chiseled abs?That jawline? She could call me ugly, and I’d still thank her for acknowledging me.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. Biting her cheeks to keep from breaking out in a grin

“I think you two would get along well.”

Azzi blinked, shocked at Cam’s sudden comment

“Me and Paige?”

Rickea and Cam nodded in agreement

“As weird as it sounds, yeah.” Cam added, “You are way more alike than you’d like to think.”

“I doubt that,” Azzi scoffed. What could she possibly have in common with Paige?

“I'm being serious, Az.” Cam paused, “You both live for the game, like, don't get me wrong, I love ball. But you both don't just play the game you love-you live it.”

Azzis breath caught

“You train it every day like it's a religion to be preached. You push yourselves even when you're long past empty. You breathe the game into your lungs. I've only met two people like that.You.And her”

Azzi was rendered speechless. She felt uncomfortable with how Paige’s dedication made her feel. How seen she felt

“Though I must say you are definitely much much nicer,” Rickea joked, earning a hard jab to the ribs from Cam in retaliation

“Still,” Cam added, “You would like her more than you think, hun.”

Azzid forced herself to let out a laugh and smile, but it came out ingenuine hollow. Forced

Might like her?Absolutely not. Liking Paige Bueckers would not be happening.

The lights dimmed slightly. The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, echoing off the walls and out of the open roof.

Azzi shifted in her seat. She hadn’t expected to come here and feel like this. Her heart ticked like it was ready to explode. Not in fear of the game . There was the unfamiliar weight lingering. A force threatening to break her walls.

A quick montage played on the arena jumbotron.Highlights flashing. Explosive cuts of goals and saves.

One by one, the announcer began calling out the starting eleven players, each name sparking a wave of applause and chants. The anticipation built steadily, like the calm before a storm.

“Starting in goal�� number 19… Angelina Anderson!”

The crowd erupted with cheers, fans waving scarves and chanting her name.

“And holding midfield… number 23… Christen Press!”

A fresh roar surged through the stands, a mix of whistles and applause echoing off the arena walls.

Rickea hit Azzi’s side. “Just wait until you hear the crowd when they announce her.”

Azzi just nodded at Rickea's words. Her body began to sweat

Why is she affecting her like this

“And starting at forward…”

Cam rubbed her hands together in excitement

A quick pause of silence

“Number 5…..PAIGEE BUECKERRRSSS!”

The stadium exploded in increased volume

“PB! PB!

Chants came from every end of the arena

But this wasn’t like the names before. It wasn’t cheering.This was worship

Devotion.As if she were something holy. The entire stadium had turned into a congregation, and Paige was there gospel

She gazed up in silence as the Jumbotron showed Paige’s slow jog onto the field. Her movements were calm and easy. Like she didn’t need to meet the energy of the crowd.The energy wrapped around her.Made space for her

Azzi hated how poetic every thought in her brain felt. She was jealous that just a jersey and a name brought utter devotion from people.

The city didn’t just love Paige. They believed in her. The kind of belief where they built statues.The kind of belief that puts pressure on your soul.

But she knew then something deep inside her had shifted. Something her mind had failed to catch up with.

A warning, maybe, or possibly a pull.

And that terrified her.

___

The field was in complete chaos. players colliding like atoms, cleats slicing grass, arms jostling for space. And then, without warning, the chaos formed around her

Paige.

She didn’t just receive the ball- she absorbed it. A touch so clean it looked magnetic, as if the ball had been drawn towards her. Her back was to goal, one defender already pressing close, but Paige’s first move was so subtle it barely registered until the defender lunged and missed.

Azzi leaned forward in her seat.

Paige spun, shielding with her shoulder, and accelerated. Not in the way most players sprinted-desperate, messy-, but like a blade sliding through air. Each stride was long, hungry, clean. She pushed the ball ahead with the outside of her foot and slipped through a seam that shouldn’t have existed. Azzi blinked. The defenders were caught on their heels, like they were chasing a ghost.

One last defender closed in, a center back with broad shoulders and fast feet. Paige didn’t slow. She tapped the ball to the right with her instep, drawing the defender that direction, then cut back left so sharply the girl nearly tripped over her own two feet. Paige was through. Open.

Azzi’s pulse quickened.

The box approached. The goalie stepped up.

And Paige didn’t hesitate.

Her foot met the ball with terrifying control, a low, curling strike with the inside of her cleat that spun like it had a mind of its own. It curled around the keeper’s outstretched hand, bent at the last moment, and kissed the inside of the far post before settling into the back of the net.

Azzi didn’t even realize she’d held her breath until the crowd exploded.

A sound so huge it felt like it shifted the air in her lungs.

Paige didn’t celebrate

She turned back towards midfield

And then she did it

Lifted the hem of her jersey to wipe the beads of sweat off her face

A simple gesture

But to Azzi, it felt like her world had tilted

Her eyes caught the flash of skin. Smooth, carved with the definition that could only come from obsession,from hours of morning reps . Paige’s abs were unreal. She was convinced they were sculpted from the gods. Sharp lines traced down her stomach, flexing even more with heavy breaths. In that moment, Azzi wondered what it would be like to trace the tips of her fingers along those sharp lines.

She blinked, forcing her mind and eyes to gather themselves

Did she just stare at Paige Bueckers' abs?

Yes, god yes, she had

She glanced away as fast as she could, hoping none of her teammates had picked up on Azzi’s wandering eyes.

But to her dismay, Ricked leaned in

“Now you see what I was talking about.”

Azzi groaned, “Don’t.”

“Like I said,” Rickea whispered, “I would let Paige ruin me.” She let out a low whistle, eyes still fixed on the field.

Azzi tried to force a laugh, but she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She felt deeply unsettled and wasn’t sure if it was due to Paige’s ridiculous body or the fact that for a full 11 seconds, Azzi had frozen. Completely mesmerized

But she wasn’t interested. She swore it

She crossed her arms, trying to shut the feeling out. But her mind only drifted back toward the slow lift of that jersey. The pale skin. A strength only achieved by devotion and obsession

The way it made her feel something.A feeling that she had spent her whole career running from.

For the rest of the game, she told herself she was watching in the interest of the sport. She clapped when the crowd clapped, winced when they gasped, and nodded when Cam shouted about a missed call. But in truth?

She wasn’t watching the game

She was watching her

Every time Paige moved across the field, Azzi felt her eyes follow. It wasn’t out of her conscious-but something magnetic. Like rereading a line in a book that left her hollow

The way Paige sprinted in perfect form.The way she called for the ball-voice loud and imposing, carrying through the crowd.The flick of her hand when she made a gesture.The flame in her eyes when a pass didn’t connect.

Azzi Fudd knew nothing about soccer, but she didn’t need to. Paige made the rules irrelevant. Watching her play was not about understanding the strategy. It was about feeling intensity radiate off of every kick, every pivot.

She played like it was her god given purpose. Not cocky, but inevitable

It was irritating. And maddening

Yet Azzi couldn’t stop watching.

When the final whistle blew, the crowd cheered. Azzi felt as if she had just snapped out of a trance

The game was over, and yet Azzi couldn’t help but feel like it just started.

Cam insisted on staying behind to greet Paige.

Azzi lingered at the edge of the group as they approached, keeping her distance like a cautious observer. She wasn’t trying to be rude—she just didn’t want to intrude. It felt strange, being here. It was like she was hovering on the edge of Paige’s spotlight. Cam wasted no time. She threw her arms around Paige in one of her signature Brink hugs, the kind that squeezed the air out of you. To Azzi’s surprise, Paige laughed a soft, raspy sound that felt too human for someone Azzi had half-convinced herself was just a goal-scoring robot.

Still, she stayed back.Watching.Observing

When Paige’s eyes finally flicked toward her, Azzi turned away—too quickly, too obviously. She pretended to squint up at the arena seats, as if something up there had suddenly become fascinating. Anything to avoid the weight of her stare. Because even as Rickea and Dearica began chatting with Paige, Azzi could feel her eyes trailing across her skin like a scan. Cold.Observant.

Her skin suddenly felt too cold for a warm L.A. night.

She forced herself to glance back. Paige was still watching her, expression unreadable.

“Who’s she?” Paige asked, nodding toward Azzi. Her voice was low clipped and polite, but hollow. Void of interest. It wasn’t curiosity, just protocol.

“That’s Azzi!” Cam said brightly. “The super cool, ridiculously talented new teammate I told you about.” She shoved Azzi forward like she was offering up a shiny trophy.

“Oh. Right,” Paige said, her tone dry. She shifted her weight, hands fidgeting at her sides. “Nice to meet you.” The words landed with a dull thud, lacking warmth or care.

Azzi stepped forward only slightly, offering a stiff nod. “Nice goal earlier,” she said flatly, the compliment thinly veiled behind indifference

Her voice was cooler than usual, measured, detached. The kind of voice she used on the court when the scoreboard was close and emotions were too dangerous. Her teammates shot each other quiet looks, confused. That wasn’t how Azzi usually spoke to people. That wasn't the girl who laughed at Cam’s dumb jokes or hugged Rickea after practices.

Paige didn’t even blink. “Thanks.” Her response was mechanical, as if she were reading off a script. No smile. No acknowledgment. Just a hand held out like a formality.

Azzi shook it briefly. The handshake was firm, businesslike. Her palm was warm but steady, soft yet calloused. Azzi hated that she noticed that. Hated that, for a second, she wondered how someone could have hands like that and still feel so distant. So far from reach.

As soon as their hands separated, the thread between them snapped. Paige turned back to Cam, as if Azzi had never been there. Like she wasn’t worth more than a few seconds of transactional introduction.

Azzi stood still, pretending it didn’t bother her. Pretending she hadn’t just been dismissed. She told herself she didn’t care.

They stayed a while longer, the conversation flowing around her like a current that was too dangerous to step into. Paige talked to Cam, laughed with Rickea. Even joked with Dearica. But not once did she address Azzi again.

And Azzi didn’t try either.

When it was time to go, she gave Cam a quick hug, hearing her say, “We’re overdue for a chat and some Shirley Temples.” Azzi gave a small, detached wave in return and followed the others toward the exit. Her chest tightened, but her face remained calm.

She wasn’t offended

She just didn’t expect someone to be so good at making her feel invisible.

———————————————————————

Later, as they were walking back to Rickea’s car, the sun had dipped, causing the sky to be painted in deep blue and oranges should’ve made Azzi lighten. Usually, she would pull her phone out and take a picture, but her body still felt rigid. Her Hand still felt warm. She could still feel the way Paige didn’t acknowledge her. Like she didn’t exist

Nope.Nope.She was not letting a small interaction get in her head. Especially when that person was probably gonna forget her name the next day

She was pulled out of her trance as Rickea made a dramatic stop in front of the car

“Ok, what the hell was that?”

“What was what?”

“Why were you acting like Elsa the ice queen when you met Paige?”

Dearica gave Rickea a look and leaned against the passenger door.” Seriously, Azzi, you shook her hand like you had just ended a business meeting.”

Rickea added, “Yeah, that’s not like you at all.”

Azzi scoffed, smirking even though she had wanted to curl in a ball at the fact they had also noticed.”I was being normal, you guys are just being dramatic.”

“Normal,” Dearica shot back, “You were stiffer than Cam’s hair on picture day. That’s not the same Azzi who tried to fight the vending machine for stealing her protein bar.”

“I'm just tired, it's been a long day,” she replied, her voice in a calm tone that signified she was done talking about it.

But she felt it in the way they looked at her. As if they could see straight through her lie.

“Ok, let's go.” Azzi opened the back door of the car and slid in. Grateful that they didn’t push. She rested her head against the hot window. Silence settled in the car as the hum of the city slowing down filled the space

Rickea and Dearica talked quietly in the front, but Azzi felt elsewhere. She was too busy fighting against her brain

Stop overthinking about someone you met once. You’re being dramatic. She’s allowed to act cold towards you if she feels like it. She doesn’t know you

She most definitely forgot your name already, anyway. Which is good because that means it will be easier to forget her, too. You are here for basketball. Not that kind of attention

Paige Bueckers shouldn’t bother her. But her thoughts still betrayed her. She had been ignored by worse. Her parents, her coaches, and teammates. But somehow, the ignorance of a stranger stung her heart deeper.

It was the effortlessness of Paige's switch to indifference that made her stomach do backflips.

She’s probably just an asshole to everyone. Cam practically said it herself

But somehow Paige's ignoring her had felt deeply personal. And thats what pissed her off most. How was she letting a stranger occupy her mind like this

You don't even know her, and you have a game tomorrow. Stay focused.

She clenched her hands into fists in her lap to regain control.

Azzi Fudd never feels like this. Curious about someone.Not right.Unsettled

And definitely not intrigued. Especially by someone like Paige Bueckers

But even as Rickea pulled into the apartment parking lot

Azzi knew the thought of Paige would still linger.No matter how far she pushed it down

——————————————————————

Later that night, after unpacking two or so more boxes. The apartment was purely quiet. A silence she had been craving all day

A blanket was pulled over her legs while Stewie snoozed between her feet. A half-unpacked box sat next to her mockingly

Azzi sipped from her second glass of wine. Or maybe it was her third? She didn’t bother to count. Staring at the book in her hand

She had read the same paragraph 7 times in the last ten minutes. Her eyes tried again to absorb the words of her book, but her brain wasn’t registering them

It was probably just nerves. She had her first regular-season game tomorrow, and that had her in her head.

But as she turned another page, she knew that wasn't true. Her only thoughts were a certain 5’8 blonde

Paige.

Not in a weird way, not like a crush or some shit. You’re just curious.

But the game had ended hours ago, and thoughts of Paige still lingered like static in the crevices of her brain. Azzi kept picturing those stupid abs and how they caught the lights in the arena. She could still feel the Vibration from when they chanted her name. Like it was a sermon at church.As if she were the Holy gospel

The way they worshipped Paige.Pure devotion. It got under Azzis' skin in ways that made her wanna squirm. Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it

Before her brain could stop her, she reached for her phone. Tapped into Instagram

Just out of curiosity.Not intrigue

Her fingers typed the name like it was second nature. As if her name was something she regularly searched

@ paigebueckers

Her profile was clean. Not much personality.Serious.But here and there was the odd personal photo. Still, Azzi kept scrolling as if she were studying a code she couldn’t decipher. Then she stopped

It was just a team photo. The year Stanford won the national championship. Paige was right in the middle, and she was smiling. One that was too real to be a posed smile like in various of her other photos.Real.Genuine.And for a few seconds, Azzi just stared

So there is softness somewhere deep inside.

She zoomed in without a thought, pulling the image wider. As if she would be able to see more of her this way.

Then her thumb betrayed her and double-tapped.

Fuck.

She felt her soul leave her body

Azzis' eyes widened in fear, staring blankly at what she had just done. It wasn’t just any photo. But a photo from three years ago. And Paige would see it at the top of her notifications

Wait. She probably won’t notice. She gets thousands of likes per day. It will be buried in seconds. And she won't see it in time

Azzi set her phone down on the coffee table. And reached for the wine. Planning to finish the bottle to forget what she had just done

But the second the glass lifted to her lips, her phone buzzed

She looked. Her body suddenly felt cold

paigebueckers sent you a message request

No way.No

Her mind raced ahead, imagining the worst. A string of question marks. Or worse, Paige calling her out, sharp and ruthless: “Who the hell are you?” or “Stop creeping on me.”

But when the message loaded, it was nothing like what she expected.

paigebueckers: I didn’t take you to be a Stanford fan.

Her heart fluttered.

In that moment, Azzi Fudd wished she had chosen something stronger than a bottle of wine.

[lilhughesy]

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kitchen discoveries 

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warnings! slightly suggestive

You felt the blankets shift as Luke’s body readjusted next to you, the weight of his body on the mattress moved before he pressed a kiss to your forehead,

“Good morning baby,” He said softly, “Gonna make your coffee for you.”

You hummed quietly in response, still fighting your body to stay asleep. You could hear a little chuckle escape from Luke in reaction before hearing him get out of your bed. 

You shuffled underneath your comforter, snuggling closer towards the pillow Luke used for the night — inhaling his scent that imprinted into the material. A mix of his cologne, your shampoo that he had used the night before, and the indescribable smell of him. The same comforting scent of the tall hockey defensemen woven into the white pillow case.

You cracked an eye open to see Luke shuffling his shorts back onto his body, and peering over his shoulder to catch you staring at his muscular back and arms. He gave you a quick wink before exiting your bedroom door and heading towards the kitchen. You sighed as the door thudded shut, knowing that you’re likely awake for the day and would not be getting any more sleep.

“What the fuck?!” Luke’s voice exclaimed from down the hall, causing you to sit up immediately. Your legs swung over the edge of your bed as you quickly slipped on Luke’s tshirt that was large on your frame. You opened your door and walked towards where Luke was.

He stood next to the kitchen island, staring at the floor, “Why the fuck are Luca and Rut asleep in your kitchen?” Luke asked, pointing at the ground.

You made your way around the kitchen island to in fact see Luca sprawled out on the small carpet in your kitchen and Rutger curled up next to the fridge.

“How did they get in?” You added before an undeniable giggle left your lips, “And why does Fants only have one shoe on?”

Luke shook his head lowly, in disbelief but also in amusement at his team mates state, “Oh man, they must’ve had a wild night out.”

“Well they definitely seem comfy and dead asleep,” You chuckled to yourself as you made your way back to your room, “I’m texting the group to let them know that both of them are here.”

You could feel Luke right behind you before his hands clasped on your hips and his foot gently kicked the door shut, “Wanna go get breakfast at some cafe instead? It doesn’t seem like Tils and Rut are planning on moving anytime soon.”

You craned your neck to press a kiss on his bare shoulder, “That sounds perfect.”

“Plus, they’re going to have a field day if they see me here with their own eyes,” Luke whispered into your ear before kissing the spot right under it, causing your stomach to erupt with butterflies, “And I want to be the only one who sees you like this.” 

His fingers tugged at the bottom of your (his) shirt, hinting at the fact that it was the only thing you were wearing that was covering your body. Heat rose to your cheeks as you swatted his hand away, “Then I’m sure you don’t want them to hear you either, right?”

Luke playfully rolled his eyes, “Alright, let’s get going then.”

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Dark Platonic!SKZ) 8.3k, yandere, platonic!skz, a/b/o dynamics, dystopia!au, werewolves, experiments, compatibility test, restraints, drugs, sedation, held against will, kidnapped, escape, anxiety, paranoia, taunting, physical injuries, gags, biting, blood, submission

“This is so stupid.”

“Seungmin! Keep it down.” You hissed. “What if they hear you?”

“So what? I’m right.”

“That doesn’t-”

“Wolves think they’re all high and mighty, yet they need us to keep their species alive. Doesn’t that sound pathetic?”

“Oh my gosh, Seungmin, please.” Jeongin retorted. “Shut up. None of us are happy to be here anyway, so relax. This only takes a few hours.”

“What a waste of time.”

Seungmin was right though, everyone knew that, but it didn’t change anything. Years back werewolves had taken over, becoming the apex predators of Earth. There was initially rebellion and resistance against the wolves, but in the end humanity lost. There was fear of some tyrannical rule, but the wolves created more of a peaceful co-existence. Most wolves kept to their packs and territories, so it wasn’t common to see them around humans. A lot of places rarely ever saw wolves around too, but their presence was everywhere. The wolves weren’t just the rulers of the planet, but the caretakers of humanity. It really didn’t make much sense why they would care so much about keeping the human population alive and well, but the answer soon became obvious.

Besides being in control, there was only one other thing wolves implemented in their new world. All humans had to undergo a medical test to see if they were compatible. It turns out werewolves were having trouble with their population due to the low number of pups they had. Somehow they figured out certain humans could be turned into pups, so taking over the world was the best way to get their hands on every current and future compatible individual. They didn’t care about humanity, but needed them in order to survive. Although you did worry what would happen if a time came when humans were no longer needed. It was best not to dwell on that and just focus on the present.

Every couple years this compatibility test was run. Everyone of age who had yet to be tested had to present themselves. If they failed to do so they would definitely be hunted down, and such a thing would be noted on their record. You didn’t know what the consequences were, and it was best not to find out. You weren’t of age the last time the test was run, but now you were and had to get this done. It was the same for your two friends, Seungmin and Jeongin, so all three of you went together to the nearest testing facility. The place certainly seemed like a normal clinic, but that was far from accurate. You checked in at the front desk, giving your ID and getting a number in return. From there you would go elsewhere to get a mouth swab for DNA. Then you’d just hang out in the waiting area until your results were out. It could be quick, or take over an hour, so it was best to get comfy.

“We should go out for food after this.”

“I second that.” You added. “I couldn’t eat this morning cause I was too nervous and worried about throwing up.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen.” Seungmin mentioned. “So there is nothing to worry about.”

“Maybe, but around this time there are a lot of wolves around.”

“You know they won’t recklessly harm humans. They don’t know who’s been tested, and even then, they need us, so no need to be scared.”

“I guess… but it’s still best to behave.”

“After today we’ll basically be free, so let’s focus on our future. For starters, what are you in the mood for since you’re sitting here on an empty stomach.”

You had practically grown up with Seungmin and Jeongin, making you all very close. They knew how to calm your nerves, and you were especially grateful to have them both with you on this day. There wasn’t a clock around, but with them time seemed to fly by. Eventually your number was called and you got up. The boys did too. All your numbers were close together so they would likely call them soon too.

“We’ll see you on the other side.” Jeongin smiled. “Go on.”

You nodded and went over to the main desk where your number had been called. There was a nurse behind the desk who you handed your number to, anxiously fidgeting with your hands as they read out your name and results.

“It looks like… you are compatible.”

“… what …?”

“If you could please head down the hall to your right, one of our-”

“No, wait, sorry, I think there must be some kind of mistake. I can’t- I’m not-”

“The test is accurate, I assure you, so could-”

“Run it again. I can wait and-”

The nurse must have hit some sort of call button as others who you could only describe as orderlies soon appeared to restrain you. That only made your panic flare up. You began yelling and fighting back, not wanting to accept the results. Of course your actions drew attention. Seungmin and Jeongin heard your cries from the waiting room and ran over to see what was happening. They quickly sprung into action, trying to get the two orderlies to let you go. Although that just led to more showing up, and suddenly all three of you were being held down. Not to mention someone in a white coat had come over to see what was going on.

“The young lady here is compatible, and wasn’t cooperating. Then these two came over and began to interfere.”

“It’s not uncommon for this to happen. What of the two gentlemen? What’s their status?”

“I’m not sure. I can check.”

Unsurprisingly the orderlies began to pat down Seungmin and Jeongin until they found their numbers. From there the nurse stepped back to their desk to check the results.

“Oh, it looks like they’re both compatible as well.”

“Excellent. Let’s take all three then and get them prepared.”

“Are you fucken kidding me!” Seungmin snapped. “Let me go!”

Of course the news only caused more trouble as Seungmin began to thrash around like a maniac. Jeongin did the same, but it was all in vain. More of these orderlies showed up to contain the situation, ultimately dragging all three of you somewhere else. It wasn’t until you were behind closed doors that things changed. You were still rather frozen in shock so it was fairly easy for another nurse to place a gas mask over you. That seemed to snap you out of it, but you were already breathing in the gas and getting light headed. It was difficult for the other nurses to get the gas mask on Seungmin and Jeongin, but the two were eventually overpowered. Now sedated, it was easy to puppet you around.

You were handed over to some nurses, as were the others. From there you were stripped out of your clothes and placed into a warm bath. At least three nurses were tending to you as they washed your hair, scrubbed your limbs, and did all kinds of other hygiene care. This was the type of pampering you’d get at a spa. Something that was meant to be relaxing, but even in your state you had a lingering sense of dread. As you had heard others say before, you were being prepared. There was at least some comfort in the fact that Seungmin and Jeongin were nearby. Even though your vision was a bit hazy you could see them getting cleaned up too just a few feet away from you. The drugs had certainly sapped all the fight in you.

“She’s so cute, isn’t she?” One of the nurses washing your face said. “I wonder what pack she’ll be taken into.”

“She’s gonna be so loved, I just know it.”

“The poor thing was freaking out earlier too.” Another nurse tending to you added. “Once she gets taken home she’ll be much better.”

After a bath and being dried up you were placed into white garments. It felt like asylum clothes, not to mention you were then put into this large padded room. You weren’t the only one in there, seeing others dressed like you, and nothing they were also out of it. Regardless of putting up a fight, it seemed everyone who was compatible was sedated, probably for safety reasons. You weren’t fully yourself yet, but you wanted to find your friends, so you started crawling around.

“… y/n…”

You heard a groggy voice call out your name, looking over to see Jeongin crawling towards you and lazily pulling you along to a corner. Seungmin was already there with his head in his hands. Since he had been so rowdy he was given a higher dose of sedation, and it was difficult for him to think.

“You guys are okay…”

You leaned back against the wall, plopped down between Seungmin and Jeongin, trying to get out of this mental fog. You rested your head on Seungmin’s shoulder, staring out at the room, at all the others in your situation.

“… how did this happen…”

“It doesn’t make sense.” Jeongin mumbled. “Maybe one of us… or two… but all three…? This seems so cruel…”

“Or it’s all a lie.” Seungmin added. “Maybe there is no compatibility… the wolves just cherry pick the ones they want.”

“As if you’re so desirable… I get y/n and myself… but you… please…”

“We need to get out of here while we still can.”

“We can barely move, and even then, where could we possibly go?”

“How about we focus on escape first.”

Despite your efforts to fight the drugs in your system, you did find yourself somewhat slipping in and out of consciousness. It was the same for the others too, and you could only imagine how frustrated Seungmin was feeling. You weren’t sure if you were falling asleep or something, but the one thing that pulled you to reality was the sudden touch on your head. You sleepily looked up to find a stranger petting you softly. They were dressed in normal clothes and had a big smile on their face. It wasn’t hard to guess this guy was a werewolf who came to look for a pup.

“Aren’t you so cute?” The wolf cooed. “Can you smile for me?”

“Get your hands… off her…!”

Seungmin suddenly grabbed the wolf’s arm, trying to move their hand away from you, but he didn’t really have the strength. It was fairly easy for the wolf to shove Seungmin off.

“Are you two a set or something? Come here, sweetie.”

The wolf grabbed your hands and helped you up. Although you suddenly felt a weight around your waist, realizing Jeongin was hugging you, trying to make sure you weren’t taken away. He was mumbling incoherently, but all his strength was being used to stay close to you.

“Awe, I guess all three of you are a set. We shouldn’t separate you then.” The wolf chuckled, carefully putting you back down. “Hyung! Come over here! I think I found them!”

You had been placed on your hands and knees and slowly backed away until you were up against the wall again. You sat back down, Jeongin holding your hand tightly, and you reached over to take Seungmin’s hand as well. You were really nervous now. Someone wanted to adopt you without consent, and there really wasn’t anything you could do. A moment later five other wolves came over, surrounding the three of you.

“Which one do you like?”

“They’re a set. I don’t want to separate them.”

“You want all three?”

“Yes! Please, please, the more pups we have the better. Just look at them, aren’t they adorable!”

“They are so cute, hyung, can we please keep them! Please, please!”

“I knew these two were gonna make such a fuss today.”

“Let’s look at their profiles first.”

One of the six wolves had a tablet in hand, browsing the screen until he found a matching picture. Your names and some basic information was read aloud, the wolves clearly looking at the finer details.

“Alright. Fine, we’ll take all three. You guys stay here, I’ll go get someone.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

You didn’t know how to feel about the words being spoken around you. This little pack here were going to take you with them, and you had no idea what would happen next. You started trembling, both Seungmin and Jeongin quickly realizing and squeezing your hand tightly.

“… easy…” Seungmin leaned in close. “… you heard them… we’re going together… you still have us…”

A while later the other wolf returned with some orderlies and a nurse. All three of you were picked up and taken out of the room. For a while you were separated again, handed over to some nurses as they dressed you in the clothes you had been wearing before, except they were clean now. Once you were ready you were escorted elsewhere, taken out back and getting loaded into a van. The fresh air and sunlight were a little jarring. When you had gotten up this morning the world had been so bright, and now you felt like there was this gray filter over everything. To your own surprise you were actually left alone in the van. Sure the door was closed, but none of you were restrained, and by now you were all more awake.

“We have to go.”

Seungmin didn’t waste much time, trying and ultimately succeeding in getting the back doors opened. He jumped out, helping you and Jeongin get down as well. You were still a bit unsteady on your feet, but you all held hands and went into the surrounding woods. The area wasn’t completely unfamiliar to you, so there wasn’t much worry about getting lost. Soon enough you came upon a trail sign, realizing you were in some park. From there it was easy to navigate and make it back to civilization. Although that didn’t really mean you were safe.

“What are we gonna do now?”

“For starters, let’s get back to the apartment.” Seungmin mentioned. “Come on.”

You stayed together, trying not to draw attention to yourselves and getting back to your apartment. It felt weird being back here like this. You should all be happy with full bellies, but instead you were on the run now. You plopped down on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest, needing to process.

“They’re going to find us if we stay here.” Jeongin said. “So what exactly is the plan?”

“We need to go somewhere far, where we won’t be recognized.”

“And where exactly is that?”

“I know a place.”

“You do?”

“Just pack a bag. Only the essentials.”

“I guess, but-”

“One step at a time.”

“Fine.”

Jeongin was heading to his room when he noticed you quietly curled up on the couch. He went over to your side, taking your hands in his.

“Hey… I know a lot is going on, but we gotta get moving.”

“I… I don’t understand… how are we all… compatible…?” You mumbled. “There are people who actually want to be pups… why us?”

“Shitty luck, but we need to go somewhere safe right now. Come on, I’ll help you pack a bag.”

You got up and went with Jeongin, practically on autopilot as you packed up somethings. For the sake of remaining hidden you also put on a hat and mask. Seungmin was the one with a plan, so the two of you would just be following him.

“Alright, I’m not gonna sugar-coat this, we’re gonna be hunted down by those wolves, but we do have some advantages. They cleaned us all up, so our scents aren’t that prevalent, and we have a head start. We need to lay low for a while, and I know someone who could help us. So just keep your head down, and don’t talk to anyone.”

You all double checked to make sure you had what you needed and then headed out. As you got down to the exit you wound up running into one of your neighbors.

“Hey, how did it go today?”

“Fine.” Seungmin responded. “To celebrate we’re gonna go camping up north.”

“Oh, cool, have fun.”

“Thanks.”

It was a quick interruption but you soon got on a bus, heading to the main terminal in order to head out to the countryside. Seungmin bought some tickets, telling you that your bus would be departing in a bit.

“Why did you tell that guy where we were going?” Jeongin questioned. “I thought we were supposed to lay low.”

“I lied. It should help throw the wolves off our trail. We’re actually going south. Let’s go, our bus should be heading out in a few minutes.”

🖤

“Where are my pups!?”

Jisung screamed when he walked outside and saw the empty van. He ran over to inspect it, picking up on a faint scent, but it wasn’t enough for tracking. Chan was immediately throwing death glares at the people running this facility.

“How did they manage to run away?” Hyunjin questioned. “I thought they were sedated?”

“It must have worn off.” Minho commented. “And they clearly weren’t given another dose.”

“Our apologies. They were docile and behaving, we didn’t think-”

“I want the security footage.” Chan barked. “Now!”

A few people rushed inside to fulfill the request, returning with a tablet and handing it over to Chan. The other boys gathered around to see their pups break out of the van and run into the woods.

“We’ll gather a team to-”

“No need to get the authorities involved.”

“Sir, we need to-”

“We’ll get the pups back ourselves.” Chan stated. “They’re ours now anyway, so this will be a fun little chase. How sweet of them.”

“Are we seriously gonna hunt down our own pups?” Changbin asked.

“I don’t see why not. They’re the ones who insisted on running off.”

“It sounds fun.” Felix said. “Good choice, Jisung.”

“This isn’t how I saw things going.” Jisung huffed. “But we are going to get them back, right?”

“Of course we will.” Minho assured. “We’re just getting them home the long way.”

Since the scent wasn’t strong enough to follow they decided to start elsewhere. They had all the information on their pups, seeing they shared an apartment and going to pay a visit. The birthday twins eagerly explored the house, loving the scent of their pups. Since it was so strong it confirmed that they had been here not so long ago. Now it was a matter of finding out where they went. They could follow the scent from here, but they knew it wouldn’t last. While some looked around for clues, Minho and Hyunjin were speaking with the neighbors. Apparently their pups had spoken to someone on their way out, mentioning a trip up north. That was clearly suspicious, but they had a description they could follow.

They checked the footage from the apartment and a few of the neighboring buildings until they found what they were looking for. Their pups had gotten onto a bus, and when checking the route they saw it led to a big terminal. It seemed the trip wasn’t entirely a lie. So they made their way to the terminal, splitting up and looking around. Hyunjin did pick up on a familiar scent, although it was all over the place. Changbin and Felix got to look over the footage, ultimately figuring out what bus the pups had boarded. They were going on a trip, except they were heading south. A little road trip was ahead of them too, but they were probably more excited for it than their pups.

🖤

Despite the nerves, Seungmin convinced you and Jeongin to get some sleep. It was gonna be a long ride, and it was best to rest. You didn’t want to leave him alone, but he said it was okay. He likely wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon. You did manage to take a nap, waking up only when Jeongin was coaxing you. The sun had nearly set by the time you got off the bus, finding yourself in some rural town you didn’t recognize.

“Come on.”

Seungmin led the way, seeming familiar with this place. You both followed, going to a small motel and getting a room with two beds. You settled in, Seungmin checking outside and shutting the blinds.

“We should shower. It’ll help mask our scent.”

“Where are we?” Jeongin asked. 

“Somewhere safe.”

“You say that, but why are we here? You said you know someone who could help us.”

“I do.”

“Are you gonna tell us who this is? And how they can help?”

“An old friend of mine lives here. They know how to forge papers. We can get new identities that state we’ve been tested and we’re not compatible. From there we can go somewhere else and start over.”

“So we’re gonna be looking over our shoulder for the rest of our lives?” You questioned. “Is that even a life?”

“Better than being a pup to some pack.”

“I guess…”

“We’ll lay low here for a few days, and then figure out where we wanna go.”

“You should probably sleep, Seungmin.” Jeongin suggested. “You need to rest too, and I can keep watch.”

“Fine. You shower first though, then I will and afterwards I’ll get some sleep.”

“Okay.”

You had already picked a bed and were curled up on it. You were so far from home now you didn’t know how you were supposed to get used to all these changes. There was no going back for your own safety. Still, you didn’t want to be a burden, you didn’t want to worry the others so you tried to act fine. You were the last in the group to shower, getting into some fresh clothes and drying your hair before stepping back into the room. Seungmin was in bed sleeping while Jeongin was watching TV with the volume down low. You sat down next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“You can get some more sleep if you want.”

“I know. I just wanna stay up with you for a bit longer.”

“Okay.”

Things were so quiet and still. It felt so unfamiliar. Your stomach let out a low grumble, but you didn’t have much of an appetite.

“I still have some snacks from the bus.” 

“No, it’s okay. I’m not really hungry… I’m just… thinking about what comes next.”

“What do you mean?”

“If we get the new IDs… we can’t really go back to living like we used to. We’d need to go somewhere remote and quiet, keep to ourselves. There’s a lot I’m going to miss.”

“We’ll make the most of it.”

“I know. It’s just gonna take a lot of getting used to.” You yawned. “I should sleep.”

“Yeah. I’ll wake you in the morning.”

“If you need me to keep watch later, I can.”

“Seungmin already told me to wake him later, so don’t worry.”

“Okay.”

🖤

The next morning you could pretend everything was just a bad dream, but only for a moment. When you opened your eyes you had to face reality as you were still in that motel room. As you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes you saw Seungmin getting his shoes on, while Jeongin was lying on the other bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go meet up with my friend, see what he needs from me. You and Jeongin should go to a nearby store to buy some food and other supplies we might need. Just keep your head down and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I think we can manage that.”

“Good. We’ll meet back here later. I shouldn’t be gone for too long.”

“Alright, just be safe.”

“You too.”

Seungmin headed out, and you went to freshen up. You let Jeongin sleep a bit more before waking him up so you two could go on a supply run. By now some of the townspeople were out and about, so you didn’t stick out too much. You both walked around until you found a store, stepping inside and looking around. For now you just needed something for the next few days. You could come back and get canned goods before you left.

“I’ll get some water.” Jeongin mentioned. “Be right back.”

You browsed the aisles alone for a moment, resisting the temptation to get snacks. It was best not to be wasteful. You kept to yourself, and tried not to act suspicious.

“Hey there, pup.”

You immediately froze when you heard those words, slowly glancing up to see someone staring at you from the other side of the aisle shelf. They had a big smile on their face, and you couldn’t help but feel they were somewhat familiar. There was no doubt in your mind they were a wolf, but you had to remain calm and just ignore them. Or at least you tried.

“No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I… I think you’re confusing me with someone else.”

“Hm, I don’t know. Your eyes do look like my adorable pup, but maybe I am wrong. I know who I’m looking for, so why don’t you just show me your ID and we can go our separate ways.”

“…”

“Don’t be difficult.”

You didn’t actually have your ID on you, but weren’t sure what to do either way. Before you could think of anything you saw a huge box hit the wolf on the head, and then someone grabbed your hand.

“Run.”

Jeongin pulled you along as you both ran out of the store, and you dropped everything you had. Now your heart was racing and the only thing on your mind was escape. You rounded a corner only to see two others. They locked eyes with you, and you knew they weren’t friendly.

“There you are.”

You and Jeongin quickly stepped back and ran off elsewhere. Before going back to the motel you had to lose them. You couldn’t keep running so you had to hide, and an idea quickly came to mind. When you had the chance you pulled Jeongin into a nearby trash bin, knowing the smell should help mask your scent. It wasn’t too bad, but you had to endure and keep quiet, listening for when the coast was clear. There was no sense of time, but after a while Jeongin peeked out, trying to figure out where you were and how to get back to the motel. You’d have to move fast and hope Seungmin was alright.

“I think we’re good…”

Jeongin got out of the trash bin cautiously, making sure no one was around and then helped you out. Luckily you both made it back to the motel in one piece, quickly slipping inside. You were relieved to see that Seungmin was there, although he quickly noticed something was wrong.

“What happened? And why do you two stink?”

“The wolves are here.” You said. “They found us and we barely managed to lose them.”

“You’re joking.”

“Sorry…”

“Fuck. The IDs won’t be ready until tomorrow, and we can’t stay here tonight.”

“What are we gonna do?” Jeongin asked. “We can’t just run without those IDs.”

“We just need to get out of town for a bit so they leave.”

“And where would we go?”

“I think they’re some camping grounds not too far from here. If we’re out in the wilderness they probably won’t find us.”

“Okay. I like that.”

“Both of you just clean up real quick first.”

Having a plan certainly helped calm your nerves. Even if things had to constantly change. Once you were clean you packed your things and the three of you headed out. You eventually made it to the camp grounds, getting some gear and supplies before going off to find a place to settle down for the night. In order to better hide yourselves you found a spot near a river, knowing the water would mask your scent. You had some sleeping bags, laying those down as the boys gathered supplies for a fire. Soon enough you had your own campfire and were roasting hot dogs over the flames. This would honestly be quite fun if your circumstances were different.

“… what if… what if we just turn ourselves in?”

“You want to go be a pup?” Seungmin questioned. “Really?”

“It’s not that, I just… we keep running and I’m scared…”

“Those who are compatible get taken away and no one ever hears from them again.” Jeongin mentioned. “They basically lose their whole lives. I don’t really want that.”

“… me neither… I just want to get away from all this…”

“We will soon enough.” Seungmin assured. “Tomorrow we can get our IDs and go somewhere far away to start the rest of our lives.”

After getting some food you laid down in your sleeping bag. You weren’t really sleepy, but you needed to rest. You figured you could count stars, but were rather stunned by the view. The night sky was beautiful, and it brought a sense of ease. Maybe everything would work out in your favor.

🖤

It wasn’t until late morning that the boys arrived at this small town. They had followed the bus route and stopped along the way to figure out where their pups had gotten off. This little town was the latest to investigate. Changbin and Jisung went off to speak with the person running the bus terminal and see if there was CCTV to look at it. Soon enough they had what they wanted, seeing they were in the right place. The town wasn’t big, but if their pups were hiding here it might be a bit of a challenge to find them. Which they didn’t mind. They split off to cover more ground, more or less going their separate ways. 

Minho wandered around the streets, merely looking around. Some townspeople recognized he was a wolf and rightfully kept their distance. No one seemed to be acting suspicious, but maybe the pups weren’t around this area. He eventually came across a store, wanting to get a drink and stepping inside. It was a nice little place, and he made his way towards the refrigerators in the back. After grabbing something he went to the snack aisle, browsing when he noticed someone on the other side of the shelf. Usually he’d pay no attention, but the hat and mask certainly stood out. Especially since that’s how his pup was hiding their identity. He chuckled. It seemed they really were his if he so easily stumbled upon them.

“Hey there, pup.”

Minho had to contain himself as he watched the pup grow stiff. He could hear the jump in their heartbeat, but they were trying so hard to stay calm. It was cute. Then they looked up and Minho recognized those eyes. The same ones that captivated Jisung almost immediately. 

“No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I… I think you’re confusing me with someone else.”

The pup was trying so hard to act normal. The stutter in their voice was so adorable too. If they hadn’t run off then perhaps he never would have seen such a side of them. Still, he could at least continue teasing them for a while longer. Minho asked for their ID, and the hesitation was funny. Their panic was growing.

“Don’t be difficult.”

Before Minho could continue his teasing he was suddenly hit by something, stumbling a half step and then seeing his pup running out the door with another. He growled and followed after them, but they were already out of sight. He didn’t even get a strong grasp of their scent so he had no way of knowing which way they went. All he did was text the others that he came across them, and trusted his instincts to guide him once again.

🖤

Hyunjin and Jisung were enjoying the sights a bit, seeing the town was quite nice. They were thinking of places their pups could be when they got a message from Minho. It was good news to know they were looking in the right place, now it was a matter of actually finding them. Since the two were running it was likely they were avoiding the main streets, so Jisung suggested going into the alleys. He got quite lucky as he soon saw two masked individuals coming to a halt.

“There you are.”

Jisung’s face lit up seeing his pups, but of course they ran off. The two have chase, but their targets slipped out of sight, and the scent left behind wasn’t strong. Jisung whined but Hyunjin assured him they couldn’t have gotten far. They eventually met up with the others later in the day. That’s when Chan let them know he found the motel they were staying in, but had already vacated. 

“Are you saying they’re gone again?”

“I don’t think so.” Changbin said. “They got the room for a few days, which means they intend to stay here a while. There must be a reason for that.”

“So likely they won’t go far from here.” Felix continued. “Then where would they go?”

“I think I know.” Chan mentioned. “There’s a lot of wilderness around here, and I saw a poster talking about camping grounds just outside the town.”

“You think they went camping?”

“If they don’t intend to just leave, maybe, but it’s just a guess. Finding them out in the woods won’t be easy either.”

They were ready to continue the challenge, and made their way to the camp grounds. Minho did confirm that they had been by and bought some supplies. Now it was just a question as to where they would be. Many other groups were out in the woods camping, and it would be best not to cause too much trouble. They tried to think like their pups, knowing they’d be doing their best to hide. Hyunjin had a map of the area on him, and pointed out a river. It was a good place to stay in order to mask their scent, and would be a good place to start. So the boys walked along the river, keeping an eye out, and things worked out in their favor.

“Is that them?”

Felix and Jisung slowly approached the little campsite. They saw three figures around the figure, one curling up into a sleeping bag. Being this close they could faintly pick up on their scent, getting confirmation that they found their pups. The two had to contain their excitement.

“What do we do now?” Changbin asked.

“They don’t know we’re here.” Minho said. “So we have the element of surprise.”

“Don’t they look so cute?” Jisung squealed. “They’re perfect.”

“Yes, yes, it’s been fun, but we need to get them home.”

After watching for a while they all moved to surround the pups. They didn’t really want them running off right away so they were quiet. Then they slowly revealed themselves, trying to be as friendly as possible. As soon as they were noticed the pups were on their feet, looking around in a panic, but seeing there was nowhere to go.

“Easy now, we’re not gonna hurt you.” 

“… please… please just let us go…”

“It’s too late for that, pup. This chase has been a lot of fun, but it’s time to end it and go home.”

“We should end it on a high note.” Another wolf mentioned. “We’re out in the woods, why not let them really run wild, make this into a real hunt.”

“Yes, let’s do that!” A third cheered.

“Alright, I don’t see why not.”

All the wolves moved closer to each other, serious about letting you run. This all felt like a bad joke, but you weren’t laughing.

“Go on now, you can run.”

You glanced at Seungmin and Jeongin, knowing you were going to run anyway, but trying to think of a real escape. Without a word Seungmin grabbed a stick from the fire and threw it at the wolves before taking your hand and Jeongin’s so the three of you could run together. It was difficult to run this way, especially in the dark with your heart threatening to burst from your chest. Then you heard maniacal laughter from behind you, making your panic worse. They really were gonna chase you like prey. You held Seungmin and Jeongin’s hand tightly, doing your best to keep up with them. Although running this way was dangerous. So when Seungmin took a misstep and fell, all three of you went down.

“Let’s- ah!”

Seungmin tried to stand only to scream. His leg was scraped up pretty badly and he wouldn’t be able to stand. You immediately got his arm around your shoulder, intending to help him up, but he pushed you away.

“Go, now!”

“We’re not leaving you!”

“Yes, you are, you have to.”

“Seungmin-”

“Go!”

You didn’t want to part like this, but you didn’t have time to argue. Jeongin took your hand and pulled you along.

“Jeongin, we can’t-”

“I don’t like it either, but we have to go.”

You both kept moving despite everything, and then you were startled by a howl. It was so sudden and scary that you stumbled in your own steps. You didn’t fall and injure yourself, but you wound up stepping on crumbling ground, falling down a steep incline and dragging Jeongin down with you. The two of you tumbled down a few feet before coming to a halt. You hit a tree and groaned, your vision rather blurry, but you knew you had to get up.

“… jeongin…”

You looked around for your friend and found him next to you. As you crawled over to him you tried to get him up, but he didn’t respond. You shook him a few times, but got nothing.

“Jeongin… jeongin, please…”

You were scared to be alone out here. Seungmin was already lost and you were fearful of losing Jeongin too. You found a pulse, so he was alive, but unconscious. If you stayed here you’d certainly get caught, but you didn’t want to leave him either. Another howl made you yell and look around. Then you glanced up to see where you had been moments ago, three wolves staring down at you. This time you made no attempt to flee, just watch as they made their way down to you and Jeongin. Maybe it was silly, but you still had to speak.

“… please… please, help him…”

“Of course we’re gonna help him.” One of the wolves assured. “He’s our precious pup after all.”

A hand wiped away the tears that had been forming, causing you to flinch back, but they merely laughed. Then they were petting your head, and you let them.

“Such a good girl. This has been a lot of fun, but it’s time to come home.”

Another grabbed Jeongin, pulling him into their embrace and gently nuzzling their neck. They noticed the worry on your face and assured you once more that he was going to be okay, and so would Seungmin. They got up and one held their hand out to you.

“Are you gonna be a good pup now?”

“… yes…”

“Let’s go.”

The wolf helped you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist when they noticed you had a bit of a limp. It was a bit of a long walk, but they helped you along the way. Since you had the time, the three introduced themselves. Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix. The one helping you walk was Hyunjin, while Minho was carrying Jeongin. Felix was bouncing around with joy talking about how much you were going to love home. You felt defeated and guilty. All the running just to get caught in the end, to give up. Although you saw no alternative anymore. Seungmin was injured, and so was Jeongin. You would need the wolves in order to get them treatment. So if you had to give in, so be it.

Eventually you got out of the woods, returning to the main area from the campsite. There was a van parked nearby, and that’s where you were taken. When the back doors were opened you saw Seungmin tied up and gagged inside. Minho put Jeongin in the van, setting him down gently. Seungmin was trying to talk through the gag, but you couldn’t make anything out. You did understand him a bit and explained that you and Jeongin fell and he was unresponsive, but he would be okay. Then you were helped inside the van, Hyunjin and Felix getting in as well. Despite everything Jeongin’s hands were tied together, as were yours, just as a precaution. 

A moment later the other wolves gathered around the back of the van, smiles on their faces. They all properly introduced themselves, and you could put names to all their faces. Seungmin still had a defiant glare in his eyes, but he knew you were defeated. Chan told you that it was going to be a rather long trip, but to let them know if you needed anything. Jisung and Changbin got into the back and closed the doors. A while later you felt the van start moving and really felt this was the end. This was what was supposed to happen that day, and despite your best efforts, you still wound up in the same place. Jisung was petting your head eagerly, telling you how cute you were and how happy he was to have you. He was the one who had noticed you first and picked you out.

“I’ve always wanted pups, and Chan finally agreed to it. You three are so perfect!”

“You should probably try to sleep.” Changbin mentioned. “It is gonna be a long ride.”

Jisung pulled your head down into his lap, petting you softly and coaxing you to sleep. You didn’t think you’d be able to after an adrenaline filled night, but you were tired of all the running and panic. You needed proper rest, and now that you were here, you could finally get it. You had no idea for how long you slept, but when you woke up you discovered your legs were tied up now, and there was a gag in your mouth. You couldn’t help but panic, realizing none of the other wolves were around. Then the back doors opened.

“Don’t be scared, just an extra precaution.” Hyunjin assured. “No more running.”

He got into the van and helped you sit up, taking the gag off and giving you some bread. He woke the others too, and you were relieved to see Jeongin up and conscious. After some food and water the gag was put back on, and then you were back on the road. There were no windows in the back of the van, so you had no sense of time. You took another nap and were woken up when you seemed to arrive at your destination. It was nearly sundown when you stepped out of the van, looking around to see nothing but trees. Wherever you were, it was rather isolated. Then you noticed the huge house. The three of you were taken inside, still with your restraints.

You never really knew where packs lived, but you didn’t really expect this. It was quite luxurious and clean. To your own surprise you were led to a giant room filled with pillows and blankets. As you were being untied Felix explained that this was a giant nest for you. It was comfy and filled with their scents, which you’d appreciate later on. Now that you were home they could get to the really important part, but they’d let you settle in first. Once you were all released from your restraints you were locked in the room and left alone. This was a weird environment, and moments later Seungmin tried the door, but of course it was locked.

“It’s over now.” Jeongin said. “We’re literally in their home. There’s no running anymore.”

“Bullshit.” Seungmin hissed. “This isn’t fair!”

“We tried, alright, better than nothing.”

“Stupid wolves. I don’t want to be a pup.”

“Well, we are, or at least we’re going to be.”

“What is gonna happen now?” You wondered.

“No idea.” Jeongin responded. “No one really knows what happens when a pack takes you.”

“Well this is certainly not what I imagined. I didn’t know wolves nested.”

“So we just wait for them.” Seungmin huffed. “We just give up?”

“There are six of them and three of us.” You reminded. “They’re also wolves and way stronger than us. You’re also still injured, Seungmin, if you wanna fight, it’s a losing battle. They found our running away fun. I’m sure they’ll love to tussle with you now too.”

As you were talking the doors suddenly opened and all three of you moved closer to one another. The whole pack walked in, making you all nervous. You were truly cornered and at their mercy now.

“It’s time we get this started.” Chan mentioned eagerly. “So, who’s going first?”

“What if we say no one?” Seungmin questioned.

“We’re way past the point of saying no. So I will ask again, who’s first?”

You caught the stern tone in Chan’s voice. He was clearly the leader here, and he was being polite, but you three were on thin ice. You knew it was over, and you didn’t want to be troublesome. You swallowed the lump in your throat and began to crawl forward. The other two grabbed you and tried to pull you back but you pushed them off.

“Good girl.”

Chan moved closer to you and pulled you into his arms. You tried not to squirm and panic as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You were trembling in his arms, and then it happened. You felt a sharp pain in your shoulder, barely able to process the fact that Chan was sinking his canines into your flesh. A scream ripped out of your throat and instinctively you squirmed, but weren’t able to free yourself. You began to feel dizzy, relaxing and going limp in Chan’s embrace. When he pulled back you felt a wet kiss against your head before you were laid down among the sheets. A soft hand pet your head.

“Very good. Grab the others.”

You were vaguely aware as Jeongin and Seungmin were restrained, hearing them scream from the pain of the bite as well. Then things got quiet. The other two were laid down next to you, but you were all out of it. Minho and Jisung were cleaning your wounds a while later. Time definitely had no meaning, and you began to feel weird. It was like a fever traveling along your body, making you toss and turn. There was no relief, just gentle hands trying to sooth you, and words of affirmation telling you that it was all going to be okay in the end. Somehow you managed to get some rest, wanting to sleep through the discomfort.

“Adorable.”

Jisung couldn’t help but be in the nest and watch over his pups. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, he didn’t want to miss anything. His hyungs had told him to behave himself and not bother them while they transitioned. He so desperately wanted to hold his pups and play with them but he had to be patient. This was an important time for them and for him too. He wanted to be good to his pups, so he had to show self control. Then he heard a soft groan and saw one of his pups stir.

“… hm…”

Jisung crawled over, seeing you open your sleepy eyes. He smiled and placed a soft kiss on your head.

“Hi, pup.”

You whimpered, feeling incredibly disoriented. You were picking up on so many scents, and everything seemed so loud. Before you knew it you were pulled into someone’s arms, glancing up to see Jisung.

“Sh, just focus on my heartbeat and take a deep breath. It’s always weird at first.”

You didn’t really understand what he meant, but you listened to his words. Your ear was pressed against his chest and the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat was calming. Then you took a deep breath and realized he smelled so nice. You couldn’t help but snuggle against him, feeling nice. Then you heard the other two begin to stir awake, just as discombobulated as you.

“… y/n… y/n…”

Seungmin was quickly on his hands and knees, looking for you and seeing you in Jisung’s arms. He was trying to make sense of everything, but his head was still spinning.

“It’s okay.” Jisung cooed. “Just breath and take it easy. You’re okay.”

Seungmin moved closer, snuggling against you, happy that you’re okay. Soon enough Jeongin made his way over too, all four of you snuggling together. Then the door opened and the others seemed to come in. They were happy to see their pups awake, slowly making their way over to the cuddle pile. Jeongin and Seungmin were pulled away from you, getting their own cuddles and attention.

“I feel weird…” Jeongin mumbled.

“You’re still adjusting to the changes.” Changbin explained. “You’re in the final stages now. Everything is just settling in. It’s okay.”

“You’re our pups now.” Felix cooed. “We’re gonna take such good care of you.”

The world seemed so different now. You felt so sensitive to everything, all the touches, the scents around you, yet it felt nice. This nest was so comforting and soft, and with the others around it was the best place to be. You were burying yourself under blankets while Jisung was playing with you. Before you may have wanted to leave, but now you felt like this was where you were supposed to be and where you wanted to stay. You let out a playful yell when the blanket was pulled back and your face was peppered with kisses.

“Good girl, good pup.”

[chronosdawn]

Forever, forever - Caleb x Reader

Vampire AU, GN!Reader

A/N: This is based off of my Reader x Caleb Vampire AU post but you don't need to read that to read this fic (although it will provide a little more context). Enjoy!

TW: Blood drinking, captivity, codependency and yandere/yandere-adjacent behaviour

Word count: 1.4k

Caleb was late.

There was little light in the crypt of the ruined church you were currently staying in, just a single measly oil lamp burning away in the corner. It wasn't as though either of you needed that much light to see anymore and you knew Caleb was worried about you trying to test your new vulnerability to the sun. As a result, you couldn't track the hours he spent hunting by watching the flickering moonlight slowly transform to the light of day. You didn't need to, however, when the growing hunger in the pit of your stomach flared like clockwork. The burn in your throat making it feel as though the flesh was blistering every moment you stayed there, unsated. 

You didn't know what you'd do if he didn't come back. How long it would take the vampiric hunger to build to the point you could break through the lock on the outside of the hatch to the crypt, the one Caleb always made sure to secure whenever he left. He said it was to keep the hunters out, to protect you. The last part was definitely true, but you suspected he was trying to protect you from yourself as much as from anyone else. 

Even now, you probably could force your way past it if you really tried; you'd seen Caleb do similar when you'd found him again after he'd been turned. But where would it get you? Either Caleb would just come back the next day with a bigger, fancier lock, or you'd have to flee from him entirely. And as much as some days you thought you might hate him, you couldn't bear to say goodbye. His ‘death’ had nearly destroyed you, you couldn't go through the pain of that separation again, even if those days spent training together in the hunter commune where you’d both spent your childhoods had long since passed, never to return.

Trying to take your mind off of the hunger threatening to unravel you from the seams, you allowed your thoughts to drift back to those days. The scarred, battle-hardened hunters who’d taught you to wield a stake like it was an extension of your own arm. The parade of faces who passed through, few surviving long enough to become recurring features. And in the back of the great hall, that giant stone tablet etched with the names of those who’d been lost in the grand crusade against the monsters of the night. You wondered if your name had been added to it after you’d gone missing, next to the spot where you’d carved Caleb’s with a rusty chisel. You’d refused to let anyone else near it while you worked, even when you accidentally smashed your own thumb against the stone, leaving your blood smeared right underneath your wobbly carving.

It didn’t matter really. Not when your old colleagues had become your mortal enemies the moment you slipped up and Caleb decided he'd rather change you into the very thing you’d both been brought up to hate rather than lose you entirely.

A sound snapped you out of your musings, faint but steady, too fast feet picking over debris.

You didn’t bother to get up from where you were curled up a corner of the crypt. The lock that secured the hatch clicked open and the space was lit up with the first rays of dawn. The sudden brightness made you squint, and you could only see Caleb’s silhouette as he dropped down, pulling the hatch shut behind him and plunging you into near total darkness once more.

He turned to where you sitting immediately, as he did every night after he came back from a hunt. How he always knew which part of the crypt you’d chosen to while away the hours in, you’d never know. At least when you played hide and seek as children you could blame the sound of your breathing for giving you away.

Caleb paused for a moment, almost as though he was waiting for you to throw yourself at him like you used to whenever he came back from a dangerous mission. You’d stopped doing that after you were reunited, the cold of his skin too much of a reminder that he’d come back changed. Now, after everything, you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to shove him back out of the hatch so the both of you could burn up together in the sunlight, along with the endless hunger he’d inflicted on you, or to cling to him so tightly, he could never leave you alone in the dark again. You settled for doing neither, instead watching him as he finally made his way across the crypt towards you.

“Sorry I was gone for so long tonight, how are you holding up?”

You turned your head away from him, knowing you were acting like a child and not caring.

“Come on, I know you need to eat something.” There was a soft thud as his knee met the stone of the crypt floor. His hand lightly gripped your face, turning it back towards him. “I know it hurts, but it’ll get better, I promise.” Even in the dark, his eyes still appeared bright—purple with hints of sunset orange—as he softly ran his thumb over the skin of your cheek. “Another week and you’ll be out of the worst of it.”

"Will you let me out to hunt with you then?”

"You don't want that, not really," Caleb replied, his gentle smile turning to a frown.

"How would you know? Isn't that what vampires do? Hunt people?" You tried and failed to yank his hand away from your face—even now, he was still stronger than you. "What was the point in turning me if you're only planning to keep me locked up in here? You should have just let me—"

"Enough," he snapped, his hold on you tightening, stopping just before the point where it would start to hurt. "Do you really think I could have just watched you die, knowing I could save you? I know you're angry, and I wish there'd been another way but there wasn't."

He brought his forehead to yours, his next words spoken like a priest offering a prayer. "As long as we're still here, together, I'll never stop trying to make things right."

Drawing back, Caleb loosened his hold on you enough that he could rub gentle circles over your cheek with his thumb. "And part of that is making sure you're never in a position where you have to hurt an innocent person just to survive. Now come here, you'll feel better after feeding."

The hand that was holding your face, moved to the back of your head, guiding you towards the same spot on Caleb's neck he always insisted you feed from—the same place where there were faint scars from the fangs that had robbed him of his mortality. You wondered whether he thought if you bit down over the marks enough times, they'd eventually match the shape of your fangs instead, the same way his were permanently carved into the spot just above your clavicle.

This close, you could smell the human blood coursing through him, likely taken an hour ago or less. The hunger took over, your fangs finding the spot on his neck where a source of blood was closest to the surface before sinking into his skin.

A normal response to being bitten by a vampire, especially a fledgling who'd yet to learn how to fully control their newfound strength, might have been to scream or to try to shove them away. Caleb did neither. There was an audible intake of breath when you bit down, but he only held you closer, embracing you as you robbed him of what he'd spent the night working for.

"Have as much as you want," you heard him murmur softly and you knew he meant it. That he would let you bleed him until his own hunger became unbearable, just to make sure yours was sated.

You stopped feeding from him long before that point, pulling back enough to see the mess you'd made of his neck before you collapsed back against his shoulder, away from the wound that was already starting to knit itself back together.

"I don't want to be a monster, Caleb,” you rasped, the feeling of his slicing through his skin still lingering in your teeth.

"I know and you're not." You felt him press a kiss to your head. "You never will be, I promise."

Neither of you acknowledged that it was because he'd become monster enough for the both of you before he'd ever let you stain your own hands.

[kawaiichibiart]

Okay, WxS Swan Lake AU. Someone's gotta do it, might as well be me (because I was literally asking for it in a different post).

More under the cut O3O

For context:

Tsukasa - Odette

Rui - The Prince (if we go by the Barbie names, Prince Daniel, I can't remember his name in the animated Swan Lake movie, maybe it was Derek?).

Hinata - Fairy Queen

Harumichi - Rothbart

Emu, Nene, Kohane, Akito, Ena - Fairies

Emu: Squirrel ((I changed it because I wanted to reference her and Nene's costume from Nene's On the Stage of Dazzling Lights untrained card) Flying Squirrel)

Nene: Bird (Canary)

Kohane: Mouse (Small Field Mouse)

Akito: Fox (Red Fox)

Ena: Bird (Japanese Bush Warbler)

A quick FYI, I'm heavily basing this off the Barbie movie because that's the Swan Lake I know the best and is therefore my favorite version.

As I mentioned in the tags above (note I only shared the tags because the post was literally just me going "WxS Swan Lake" over and over), Hinata helped Toya escape from his father and the Enchanted Forest. Toya then gets taken in by the Tenmas, who run a bakery.

Harumichi is furious the Fairy Queen, Hinata, helped his son escape. He's been jealous of the younger fairy due to her being chosen to rule over the Enchanted Forest instead of him. Because of that and the fact she helped Toya get away, he's cursed the forest and it's inhabitants. The fairies who work closest to Queen Hinata are turned into animals. And everyone else are turned into plants or statues made of stone, such as Keisuke and Shousuke, the Fairy Queen's elder brothers who he keeps in his "palace" as trophies.

Hinata's magic isn't strong enough to fix everything, she can only turn his fairies back into humans once the sun sets. But once it rises, they turn back into animals.

And Harumichi is completely in the belief that one day Toya will return. And when he did, he'd curse him as well and turn him into an animal. Hopefully one small enough to keep in a cage or a jar that he can keep close.

But the first person to step into the forest wasn't his son, but a rather loud blond boy. Harumichi was going to dismiss him until he heard him say his son's name.

He referred to him as his brother, he spoke about him and the rest of his family. Harumichi didn't really care for that, only paying attention to the boy when he spoke about his son.

His son, who was doing peasants work. Baking. Cooking. The nearby kingdom's village was enamoured with him. A boy who had just, run into the village one day, seeking shelter. A boy who would stay inside for days on end, afraid someone would come after him. But after weeks went by, and no one showing up, he began to get out of his shell. And they saw the sweet young man for who he was. Someone who was sheltered by a cruel parent (him? The Harumichi Aoyagi? The true ruler of the Enchanted Forest? Cruel? Ha!) and was eager to learn things he wasn't allowed to learn. He left behind his fancy clothes for simpler ones. When he wasn't working at the bakery, apparently he worked as a waiter in a tavern with some lowly girl and even more lowly girlfriend.

The boy eventually left with Hinata's younger sister guiding him. Harumichi took this time to attack.

He turned into a vulture and flew after them, gaining on them before he surpassed them and blocked their path. He turned back into a human and demanded the boy bring him his son.

But the boy was stubborn and refused, saying he wouldn't bring Toya back to him. There was nothing he could do that would get him to change his mind. He then turned to Emu, who without needing to be asked, jumped from his shoulder and onto a tree nearby, clearly showing him a way around their roadblock.

And just as the boy is about to cut through the forest and go around Harumichi, Harumichi strikes him with his magic, ignoring the attempted attacks on him by the youngest Otori. If the boy is so adamant that there's nothing he could do to get him to change his mind, fine.

When he stops his spell, a swan lays where the boy once stood. He stands over him, telling him he'd reverse it if the boy just brought Toya back where he belonged. But still, the boy refused and before Harumichi could consider attacking him again, he flies off with Emu on his back.

Harumichi glared as he turns into a vulture and chases them again. They managed to dodge him and arrive back to where Hinata and the rest of the fairies were. Seeing what happened, Hinata gives the boy something that would protect him (part of me wants to go for the magic crystal tiara but part of me wants it to be the star jar necklace from Tsukasa's Wendy 3 star card).

And just in time as well because Harumichi arrives and demands one more time. His son in exchange for the boy's humanity being returned to him. And once again, the boy refuses. But this time, Harumichi's magic doesn't hurt him.

Harumichi glares at him before leaving, promising to return one day. And when he did, he better hope was still able to protect himself.

Some additional points that I'll incorporate later:

• Similarly to the Swan Lake animated movie, we see three times Rui meets with someone he'll potentially marry. The difference is rather it be the same person, it's three different people, with each one ending the same way: no marriages being arranged. I'm thinking of using NPCs as the princesses he'll be introduced to.

• The tavern Toya works at is Weekend Garage. He works alongside An and Kohane.

• The Tenma Bakery is run by Tsukasa, Saki, Toya and Minori. Tsukasa is the the one in charge and the one who runs the bakery overall. Saki works as a delivery girl for their village, but will sometimes head further into the Kamishiro Kingdom to deliver their baked goods. The only times she isn't allowed to is when her illness affects her (meaning she's stuck in bed, sometimes with their, hers, Toya's and Tsukasa's, older sister and her partner, a nurse named Mafuyu, and sometimes just with Mafuyu). Toya and Minori are the bakers and decorators. It used to just be Minori, but once he picked it up, Toya began to help.

• Minori isn't a Tenma in this story, she's just an employee. She's treated like family but ultimately is just a really close friend with them all.

• In this AU, Mafuyu has already escaped their mother's grasp. They learned healing and became a nurse. They're mostly known as the Tenma's nurse because it's well known that Saki is ill. And while they do work with others, most of the village doesn't need their healing as often. And while they're known as the Tenma's nurse, they're mostly just a stand in for Honami.

• Alongside Mafuyu, Honami is also a nurse. But she's still being trained where Mafuyu had finished. There wasn't much left to do, but she wanted to be a personal nurse for Saki. Knowing her friend would feel lonely on the days her illness bound her to her room. As soon as her training ends, she's going to move into the Tenma residence in order to care for Saki.

• While Saki's illness doesn't affect her everyday, when it's bad, it's bad. She be stuck in bed for as little as a day to as long as a few weeks. It hurts because she never knows when it'll affect her. If she's lucky, she'll be at the bakery, where Tsukasa might be. But the worst time for it to happen is while she's running deliveries (which has happened). Sometimes it feels like she's a burden and should just live in a hospital, rather than at home where she'll make everyone worry.

• That all being said, Saki has more good days than bad. Mafuyu being known as the Tenma's nurse has more to do with them being Kanade's partner. It was meant to be a joke, because of how often people saw them enter the Tenma Bakery, but it got carried away. So when they leave to go work at the palace and Honami becomes Saki's nurse, the joke comes to a stop.

• Harumichi cannot be bothered to learn Tsukasa's name. He refers to him as "the boy" or simply just "boy" the entire time.

• Hinata's magic is strong, however Harumichi is older and has a lot more experience. So in comparison, her magic is weak. Because of this, she can't do anything until Harumichi's spell is broken. It's heartbreaking for her because she lost her family. Her parents were trees, her brothers trophies in Harumichi's "palace" and her sister was turned into a squirrel. And even though Emu was still be her side, she couldn't break the spell off of her permanently. Just temporarily, like she was able to for the rest of her fairies. So when Tsukasa is cursed as well, she's only able to partially help him.

• The village has no idea Toya is from the Enchanted Forest. They really do assume he was running away from an abusive person, possibly even family. Because he knew so little about chores and the basics of living (such as cooking), it was very endearing to them when he began to come out of his shell and let his curiosity shine. And it was easy to tell when he wanted to try things, but didn't because of what he was likely taught. He's a noble, a maid can cook for him. He's a noble, he should read books written by scholars, not fairy tales and myths. But here? In their village? Damn it, they were going to teach him everything he wanted to learn. After all, they do say it takes a village.

• Toya, Saki and Minori definitely notice when Tsukasa's missing. They spread out to search for him, with Kanade and Mafuyu joining the search later on.

• Toya has a suspicion as to where he is, but if he is where he thinks he is, it isn't safe to go there. A fact he hates to admit, but they all agree to have it be their last resort. Hopefully he just forgot to tell them about a delivery that was far away that he chose to deliver himself.

• Harumichi definitely lures Rui in so he can kill Tsukasa. But once again, his plans are stopped because Rui can't bring himself to kill a bird that, to him, is absolutely breath taking.

• If Rui thought Tsukasa was beautiful as bird, he was even more stunning as a human. Rui had heard about falling in love at first sight from his parents and his friend, and personal guard, Mizuki. But he didn't think he'd ever experience it. But, standing here, with this strange boy...oh and the boy has friends!! How lovely.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Hello LGBTQ+ community. I redesigned prism a little

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Empress and Hero of the Underground.

(Alternate colour schemes below the cut!)

[1800duckhotline]

I updated my toyhouse a bit with new images of my OCs and im not done but i caved in and made proper folders and separate pages for my BG and Fear&Hunger OCs/Aus because. If i dont make them separate ill cry

[kiamatea-calamity]

I watched the idwtbamg pilot (amazing btw, the creator's @kianamaiart go check them out) and I couldn't get the idea of Zira becoming a temporary magical guardian at some point, or even maybe an au with a similar concept (shhhh I'm scheming)

This is the concept my brain came up with.

Design breakdown:

Hair - very moon sailor inspired. How are the pendants floating? Magic. Moved the loops to the top of the head, (partially for MS look, partially for rabbit motif :3 ) It took me a while to figure out the ends of the braids, (was testing lily of the valley motif) but I like how it turned out, and they kinda look like bunny ears so yayyyy. The hair edges are to mimic MS fringe.

Outfit - very MS look, but more practical (longer skirt, pants underneath, platforms instead of heels, ect) Added the tail coat while trying to make the torso look less empty, same with middle band. The bow is a bit more of the rabbit look.

Accessories - gloves are thumbless for convenience (never know what you need to grip something) Shoes are basically just MS, same with earrings. I added the headband because the forehead looked really empty without it, and her reg outfit has a beanie so it's a bit strange to see them without it.

The pearls are just me noticing that they have one string of them on her outfit and going overboard from there. They were also a bitch to shade, but eh they look pretty, the headpiece is just Aikas but with pearls.

It's definitely not finished, and needs a few more passes to refine it, but my hand hurts and I'm tired as fuck so I'm going to binge Ginjaninja and pass out

[fushitoru]

i can't stop looking at his d—d—d—d—FACE!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) boy next door!gojo x reader, wrestler!toji x reader, gym trainer!sukuna x reader, pizza delivery boy!choso x reader, husband's boss!nanami x reader, perv on train!geto x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! inspired by this awesome post by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), consent is pre-established in all scenarios (but dub con just in case), everyone is of age (or older), exhibitionism, infidelity in nanami’s, pussy drunk men lol, not edited (as always), cowgirl, missionary, creampies, VERY public sex in toji’s, art by 3-aem, lmk if I’ve missed anything!

a/n lolll i'm ngl this was so fun to write. some of these scenarios are so funnny hELP. this one is also for some of the anons who are so obsessed w choso and sukuna in bridgerton au. wrote them for you 🫡 choso’s is my fav hehe

NEW: part 2 here

general masterlist

SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ HOTTIE'S PERSONAL TRAINER HAS A VERY HANDS ON APPROACH!

“Brat!” Sukuna’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. “Watch your back. You’re supposed to be hinging your hips back, not whatever lazy shit you were doing.”

He steps around to your side, the heavy thud of his boots on the gym floor adding to the oppressive weight of his presence. Squatting down, he sets his hips back in one smooth motion, demonstrating with sharp precision. “Like this. Not whatever the fuck that was.”

You glance at him, your legs trembling under you. Sweat clings to your skin, a thin sheen that feels heavy after the grueling thirty minutes with your personal trainer. Sukuna definitely takes the "tiger mom" approach, every tattoo on his body echoing the sharp, uncompromising authority in his eyes. Right now, those eyes bore into you, narrowed with impatience, his hands on his hips. His scowl is practically carved into his face—stone-hard and unmoving.

Breathing hard, you slump forward, hands gripping your knees as you gasp for air. Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears. “Sukuna, g-give me a sec. I just—fuck—” You can barely string a sentence together between gulps of air. “I just maxed out. My legs are literally shaking.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, but his voice softens—just a little. “Fine. Catch your breath. But as you do that, let’s practice proper form.”

You nod exhaustedly, not being able to think very clearly. Wiping the sweat to prevent it from getting into your eyes, you put your legs hip width apart as Sukuna gets behind you to observe your form. You bend down, trying to sit back onto your hips as best as possible, but as soon as your ass grazes Sukuna’s crotch, you lose the form in your back in surprise. “Sorry—”

“That was wrong.” Sukuna’s voice is in your ear as he puts his hands on your hips, and you are dizzy with the contact. “Here.” Both of you squat down, Sukuna’s hard body moving right behind you, and at the lowest position, Sukuna’s thumb roves over the fat of your ass, and they leave your hips to trace up your back. “Your back should be neutral, otherwise you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“O—okay,” you breathily reply, dizzy with the way he was touching you. If you listened closely, it almost sounded as if you were whimpering. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like Sukuna was more observant than you had hoped because he was looking at you in suspicion, eyes raking up and down your figure to observe your appearance. Disheveled, chest rising rapidly, sweat dripping right in the middle of your breasts—

Sukuna, out of nowhere, grabs your hand and begins walking away. “Come with me. You’re not doing them right.”

Soon, you’re led into one of the gym’s stretching rooms—the private ones, the ones meant for Sukuna to help you after the workout. 

“Sukuna, what are we—” you breathlessly ask, but you’re quickly shushed by Sukuna as he hoists himself on the massage table.

“Come here,” he motions to his lap, and you wordlessly follow his directions, sitting directly on top of his lap, gasping as you realize there’s a bulge making contact with your pussy. “We’re going to try an alternative way of doing squats, one that involves a bit more cardio.” He pulls down his sweatpants, blushing, furious cock springing out as he pulls down your yoga pants.

Soon, you’re moaning as you slowly take in his cock, sliding down as his precum and your copious amount of slick mix and drip onto his pelvis. Your feet are on either side of his legs, making you squat every time you lower yourself down on his length.

“Fuck! You’re so tight.” He slaps your ass as you bounce yourself rapidly on his cock. “Pretended to not know how to squat just for me to put this fat cock in you, isn’t that right?”

You didn’t have the capacity to answer, just moan as his cock hits your spot. Unsatisfied with your pace, Sukuna flips you both over until your back is on the table. 

“Oh fuck yea,” Sukuna pants, hips pistoning into you rapidly, effectively fucking you into the table, and his quads are bulging in sheer strength as they clench and unclench in reflection of his pleasure. “Didn’t know my client had such a sweet pussy.”

KAMO CHOSO ⸺ SHE ORDERS BIG SAUSAGE PIZZA AND GETS HER DEEP DICK CRAVINGS FILLED! (the title is so ridiculous im crying)

“Your total’s $14.93. You’re five bucks short.” The delivery boy—an emo looking guy with hair in space buns—responds to the wad of cash and coins you had just given him. He couldn’t look any less bored than he was as he stared down impassively at you, hot, steaming pizza in one hand.

"Wait, but I ordered a small?" You ask him in confusion. "I couldn't possibly finish a large one by myself!"

He pulls out your receipt from where it was tucked into the pizza box. "Your order said a large." Upon glancing on it, you look that he was indeed correct—right next to your pizza, the size LARGE glared at you through the sheen of the reciept's paper.

"Oh," You said, dumbly, blinking in confusion. "Well, I can pay the rest in card if that's okay."

You get an impassive "I don't have a card reader."

"Oh, okay," you laugh nervously, hand going up to scratch the back of your head and fiddle with the rest of your fingers. "Okay, well," you squinted at his nametag, "Choso, let me just check the remaining cash I have. You can come inside if you'd like." 

He comes inside, dropping off the pizza you ordered on your kitchen counter as he makes his way to sit on your couch. You go to your bedroom, checking your desk drawer for any loose cash you may have stored but to no avail. Heart racing and nervous, you frantically search the upper shelf of your room, on your tiptoes as you look for your money jar, praying that there was a 5 dollar piece of cash lying around. Instead, your fingers crash against some book propped on it, tumbling down onto the floor with a large thud!

You hear footsteps coming up to your bedroom door. Choso, standing near the door. "You good?"

"Yea," you strain, still reaching up high to grasp at the jar. "I'm just trying to find somethi—”

The heat of Choso's body surrounds you as he presses closer to you, reaching up effortlessly to grab at the money jar. His groin presses against your backside, acutely aware of his breaths as he passes you the jar. 

Which is empty.

"Fuck!" you curse. You turn, looking at Choso in anxiousness, as you notice he hasn't backed away at all. "I'm sorry, but is there any alternative way to pay for the pizza? Again, I'm really really sorry for the hassle."

"You have to pay for the food in some sort of way," he says with a stony face. Your mind is racing, thinking of ways you could pay but coming up short.

As a result, you end up with your face stuffed against your pillow, the hot delivery boy plowing and drilling his cock into you. 

"Fuck, so irresponsible. Couldn't even pay for the pizza she ordered without a stranger's cock inside of her." At his dirty talk, you whimper and squeeze your pussy, Choso groaning as a result.

"What was that?" He grabs your hair and pulls your face up as his tongue traces the frame of your ear. "What were you trying to say, you cockslut?"

"'M sorry!" You squealed and babbled, eliciting little ah! ah! ah!'s as he continues bumping his cockhead against the gooey spot inside your pussy.

"Yea, you better be. Wasting my fucking time. I'm going to come inside, got it?" Choso growls as he continues pistoning his hips inside.

GETO SUGURU ⸺ ANIME GIRL GETS HER PUSSY FINGERED ON PUBLIC TRAIN!

He pulls you in for a deep kiss while rutting inside you. "Aren't you my good girl? Taking this cock for me like a good girl?" You squeal, blabbering nonsense as he fucks you into next Tuesday…

You read the smut from your favorite author on Tumblr, devouring each word while remaining stony faced as the train rocked underneath your feet. In the corner facing the doors, you made sure that you were angled in such a way that no one would be able to see the filthy things you were reading on your screen. 

However, the metro was slowing down and you looked up quickly—which was painful, considering you were so invested in the story—to make sure it wasn't your stop. As the rush of foot traffic simultaneously populated and vacated the metro, you paid no attention to the people behind you. After all, other people would be too busy on their phones to see what you were reading, right?

"You're going to take this cum, right? I'm going to breed you, my sweet, sweet girl." He laughs.  You take a moment to take in his pretty features. Long hair, beautiful face, all filled with lust for you...

You scan the words, blush evident on your face as your favorite writer has done it yet again. Adjusting, you squeezed your thighs for relief and toyed with the hem of your skirt, failing to notice the soft breaths trailing down the back of your neck just because of how enthralled and taken you were with the plot.

And then, a hand trailed up your thigh, catching you by alarm. You almost drop your phone in your rush to turn and look at the creep that was touching you, ready to beat the shit out of him. 

But when you do turn, you stop and widen your eyes. The man in front of you seems even prettier than the fictional man you were reading about, and you take him in as he rubs circles on your thigh. His sultry eyes rake down your figure, his lips pulled back in a knowing smirk. "That's some filthy shit you're reading."

Looking at him, your heart starts beating faster solely because of the promise of what his hands would do as they were currently softly stroking your thighs, getting closer and closer to going under your shirt. "I—I—uh sorry—I—"

"It's okay, pretty girl." He gives you a kiss on the side of your neck. "Continue reading it. Can you do that, baby?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Coincidentally, you're at the part where the man helps the girl masturbate, rubbing and teasing her pussy up and down. The man behind you does the same, teasing your lips while refusing to delve inside your panties, no matter how badly you want him to do.

"That feel good?"

You whimper. "Yes—ah—it feels good. Please touch me on my pussy directly. Please."

The man behind you chuckles, and your knees buckle at how rich his voice is. You would join a cult for this man. "Since you asked so nicely, I will. Call me Suguru."

His fingers pull your panties aside and enters, soon knuckle deep inside your cunt, and as quietly as you can, you moan his name as he continues fingering you in front of all the strangers on the train. His hips press closer to your ass, and you throb even more at the huge bulge he’s sporting. He’s sloppily licking on the outside of your ear, right where you’re sensitive, and you shiver and lose yourself in the pressure even more.

The pleasure was building in you steadily and Suguru groans. “That’s right, take it all.”

You almost jump when the PA sounds. "The next stop is Shinjuku."

“That’s my stop. You have to cum before then, or you won’t be able to cum,” Suguru whispers in your ear, speeding up and hitting your g-spot with precision. There are tears forming in your eyes as you make an effort to stay quiet, especially with Suguru giving seductive kisses to your sensitive neck. 

“Fuck, you got so tight,” he groans. “Gonna cum?” He uses his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, and you see stars. 

“I will—I will,” you cry, as the throbbing and pulsing sensation grows faster and faster until finally, you cum with a muffled cry, because Suguru has his fingers in your mouth to ensure you don’t scream out on this very, very public train.  “Squeezing my fingers so much, relax,” Suguru laughs, popping his slick-coated fingers in his mouth. “You gonna do that to my dick next?”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ BEAUTIFUL WIFE HAS TO FUCK HER HUSBAND'S BOSS! (NTR)

“Mr. Nanami,” you scrape a hand through your hair and clear your throat. “You wanted to see me?” 

For a moment, your husband’s handsome boss eyes you down, catching on the top button of your blouse currently unbuttoned. You mainly did it because of nervousness, the heat of the room escalating with Nanami Kento’s presence. After a long bout of intimidating silence, he finally speaks. “I assume you can guess why you are here?”

You bounce your knee as you sit across from the man, and you suddenly start sweating. Of course you can guess. Your bum of a husband—the one currently under your charge—neglects to do his deliverables, choosing to take comfort in the fact that you were his higher-up to trust that he would not be getting terminated for his lack of responsibility. 

But what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been begging Nanami not to fire him, despite the propelling and clear reasons to do so. And you fear the day he finally chooses to stop listening to you. 

“Team leader, I’m going to need much more convincing. Your team has been decreasing in productivity ever since your husband joined, and it’s hindering the company,” he reminds you stoically. “I’ve seen you working overtime far too frequently to cover up for your spouse’s negligence.”

You wish time would speed up just to get this difficult conversation with. “I—I’m going to be honest, Mr. Nanami. I don’t have much warrant to continue having him on the team, but it would put my family in much…emotional conflict if this were to happen.” The said emotional conflict would really only be from your husband. You’re sure he’s going to take this as an excuse to drink himself silly, blaming you for not being able to keep him employed. Your throat dries as you finally meet eyes with your boss, silently pleading him to come up with a solution.

“I see.” Nanami crosses his arms. “I suppose there is a…favor you could do for me.”

At that, you perk up and nod your head frantically. “Of course. Anything.”

Which is why you find yourself bent over Nanami’s desk, his cock drilling inside you. He’s ripped your stockings, pulled up your miniskirt, and put your panties to the side as he moans about how sweet your pussy feels. “I’ve been waiting for this forever. Tell me, is my cock better than his?”

“It is!” you squeal. “You’re so—so big!”

Nanami moans as he ruts inside you, your walls squeezing him tight. “Darling, I c—can tell he doesn’t treat you right. You are so tight around me, pussy’s been waiting for a while for a real man.” 

You moan and curse, blabbering affirmations while his dick impales you. Even though Nanami is the one who’s owed the favor here, his hands wind their way around your body to rub at your clit, simulating you even more, making you sob. “Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t ever, sweetheart,” he pants. “I’m going to finish inside her, okay? Make sure to keep it in when you go home and greet your husband.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI ⸺ BABE GETS IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED IN NAKED WRESTLING (WITH AN AUDIENCE) (find extended ver here!)

Cheers surround you as you step into the arena. You know who your opponent is—-Fushiguro Toji. Even when you looked at his pictures earlier, you knew you were doomed. No matter what angle the photographer took the photos in, his muscles seemed to be bulging, effectively spelling out the sore defeat you were about to face today.

And there he is. Him in the flesh. He’s leaning against the boxing ring’s outer borders, head tilted back lazily while his manager, Shiu, was informing him quickly (and intensely) about the rules of today.

Nothing crazy. Only fuck when all clothes are off of her.

The way his neck is tilted back, compression shirt showing off his upper physique made you weak in the knees already. Additionally, judging based off of the bulge he seemed to be sporting in his grey sweatpants, you knew you were doubly fucked.

Shiu seems to be done talking, so he steps back and takes a seat. Toji leans his head back, rolling his neck to stretch it out, and in the middle of doing so, catches your eye.

You almost drench your panties.

His eyes darken, giving you a sultry look as he cheekily winks. While his cocky demeanor was warranted (he was much stronger and bigger than you), your cheeks heated up in both arousal and irritation.

The sound of a whistle is heard as music starts to play. The stadium’s screens flashes the cocky image of Toji, who saunters in the middle of the ring, flexing his muscles to his screaming fans.

When your signature theme plays, you do the same, to no shortage of fans yourself. You can feel everyone in the stadium, especially your male fans, rove over your figure. You’re wearing a very low cut top that displays the swell of your boobs and even tighter shorts that squeeze your ass and show off the shape of your pussy. As you walk towards Toji, you can feel his heavy gaze on you as you nervously shake his hand.

“Try to last long, okay?” Toji smirks, patting your shoulder. “I’ll try to drag this out as much as I can, but it’s gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.”

You glare at him, but there’s not much intensity there. “Yea, yea,” you huff. “For all I know, you’ll be my personal dildo today.”

And the fucker’s smile widens. “Let the games begin.”

Soon enough, the sound of the whistle draws you towards each other, keeping each other in a lock to tackle the other down in an objective to take off layers of their clothing. Your fans cheer when you have Toji underneath you for a split second, only for female ones to become more riotous as he easily overtakes you, pins your hands down, and wrenches your shorts off of you.

“Toji is currently in the lead!” The announcer’s voice in the stadium echoes of your defeat as you flail around, now bottoms only covered by your panties. Deciding to pull out your signature move, you maneuver so your thighs surround Toji’s waist and hump your hips against his bulge. This momentarily distracts and weakens Toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. You quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. The whole stadium, in fact, can his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.

Your attention is back to Toji as he chuckles darkly. “You’re going to regret that. I was going to drag this out, princess, but I gotta fuck the brat out of you.” With that, he puts his whole body weight on you and strips you down one by one.

The arena cheers as your lace bra is uncovered, your sweat shining on the screen as your breasts are displayed. Toji then unhooks your bra, and the roars get even louder as your tits pop out. He takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. “What a sensitive girl,” he coos. “Too bad she was too weak. Now she’s going through to have to take my cock.

With that, he finally unveils your glistening pussy for all eyes to see and the crowd goes wild, chanting for Toji to finish inside you. Toji flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees and pulls down his pants.

You don’t look back at the monster that’s about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck.” And Toji’s slowly entering you, the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. “The fuck this pussy’s so tight for? Thought you were a slut?”

You’re tearing up, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, “You’re not turning me on, small dick.”

He did not like that very much.

Toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. “Yea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? Why is she dripping? Just for that, I’m going to come inside of your slutty pussy.”

The crowd chants cum, cum, cum! and Toji just does that. Ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear Toji declared as winner.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ GIRL GETS FUCKED BY PEEPING TOM NEXT DOOR!

You sigh, extending your back and un clipping your bra, letting your tits bounce free after a long, long week of college. It was finally Friday night, and with no one in the house due to a party the rest of your family was attending, you could finally enjoy your time home on the holidays, starting with a solo session.

You clench your thighs in anticipation as you scrolled your phone, seeking an audio you could masturbate to. And you were close to finding one, until you felt eyes on you.

These eyes were nothing new. The boy next door, Gojo Satoru, has also been your crush since middle school. Even though neither of you have ever made a move, you’ve made bold moves since starting college, stripping with the blinds open to give him a show. You had kind of had a sixth sense as to when the fucker would start watching you, and it flared as you slowly dragged your hands down. Bending over and shaking your ass, you slipped your skimpy shorts down your legs, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy.

But masturbating wasn’t enough for today. None of the college frat bros could make you cum, no matter how much they boasted about their fuckin roster, and you were tired of Satoru just watching. Just seeing him work out shirtless in his lawn, sun shining his sweat to give him a golden halo, was enough to make you sick, hungry for his dick. The way he was so shy and the mannerisms he had (as a loser) let you know he had a big fucking dick.

Needless, to say, you were tired of just fantasizing and speculating about his dick. Turning around, the moonlight allowed you to see the silhouette of his wrist moving up and down his length, even if he had tried to make his best effort to darken his rooms. Putting on your best show of an angry face, you grab your phone aggressively and dial his number.

The line rings, and he picks up. “Hey,” and you can tell he’s a little breathless. “long time no see. What’s up?”

“Cut the fucking act out,” you spit. “I know you’ve been fucking watching me, perv.”

Satoru’s panic is comically obvious over the phone as he rushes his words. “Wait, wait—listen, I—I can explain.”

“On how you’re being a peeping tom?” You glare at his window. “Come over, Gojo. Then I’ll listen to your fucking explanation.”

One thing leads to another, and now you’re spread out on your childhood bed, Gojo whimpering and whining as he plows his dick into your pussy. “You feel so—so good. M’ sorry—sorry for doing that. Your pussy is too good for me to look at.”

You laugh meanly and grab his chin. “You feel sorry yet, you pervert?” And Satoru can only cry out as you yank his head. “Remember, this is the only fucking thing you’re good at. Being my glorified dildo. Got it? Now, you’re going to fill me up only after you make me cum at least two times.”

a/n yea this was depraved….lmk what yall think tho 😭

comment and reblog I’d love to hear your thoughts! (also, requests are open heheh)

NEW: part 2 here!

[kooklovee]

Yours for a year | JJK

SERIES MASTERLIST (& fic announcement)

One year, one contract, one fake marriage. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Pairing - Ceo Jungkook x Reader

Genre - fake/contract marriage au, slow burn, strangers to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, fluff, comedy, angst, first love au, smut (eventual), kdrama vibes, "she fell first he fell harder."

Rating - 18+, MDNI

Warnings - grumpy jungkook x sunshine energy reader, 2 years age gap, 29 yrs old Jk, 27 yrs old reader, virgin reader, emotionally constipated Jk, reserved jk, reader is a hopeless romantic at heart, humor, slow build, tension, kdrama moments?, emotional intimacy, unspoken feelings, yearning, miscommunication, jealousy, pining, hurt/comfort, arguments, confessions, Explicit sexual content, (if anything more- will be added once finished.)

Prologue

Episode 1

Taglist: Open

A/NOTE - this was supposed to be a long oneshot bt my heart wanted to make it a series (small one most probably) - so here we are, and please note this is something that I've just started working on, so it might take some months to finish bt you will definitely get it from me someday in future. even though I have the plot planned out, I really don't want to rush with it as this trope is something new for me. so PLEASE be patient with the babies (both, the fic & me) <3 (In the meantime, you'll still get other stories from me till this one's completed don't worry🤭)

If you want to be included in the taglist for this fic, you can comment under this post (or send me an ask).

Masterlist

[orphicsun]

american kids (e.w headcannons)

pairing: southern butch ellie + fem reader

warnings: 18+ content (use of strap-ons + oral sex + ass slapping), mentions of guns since it's a southern au and all, southern dialect/accent noticeable, use of the term 'daddy' (i think ellie is the type of butch to love the name).

☼ southern butch ellie who wears a pair of joel's hand-me-down jeans while she works. sweat drippin' down her forehead, hair tied back messily to keep it out of her face. plenty of pit stains on her wife pleasers and she still looks irresistible.

☼ southern butch ellie who plows through endless fields in her tractor (and you)

☼ southern butch ellie who isn't too picky about her meals. you'll approach her lounging form, practically glued to the recliner, and tap her tanned shoulder with a plate of mississippi mud roast.

"ain't you just so sweet?" she'd tease, tugging your waist to sit on the side of the chair. when you (reluctantly) managed to pull away to clean the crock pot, you'd feel her roughened hand give your ass a little shameless smack, and if you paid closer attention, you could hear the snicker erupt from her throat.

☼ southern butch ellie who loves being called daddy in the privacy of your farmhouse' master bedroom.

in reverse cowgirl, her hands keep a firm grip over the curve of your hips. you rock your hips back and forth, whining incoherent shit she can't make anything of. you jump and look back at her when her hand comes down on your ass, a sharp spank leaving a red handprint on it. "you gonna be nice for daddy and ride her cock, quit mumblin'?" she chides. your whimper sends 1500 watts straight to her bush-hidden pussy. without further notice, you're flipped underneath her, and the harness around her waist is being ripped off so she can shut you up with her pussy on your face.

☼ southern butch ellie with plenty of ink. the single name "shimmer," her first horse, on the back of her shoulder. letters capital and thin. then, an assortment of random tattoos you wouldn't expect someone in the bible belt to have. not that ellie follows any bible, but it's surprising to see. her arms stay mainly clean, freckles on her shoulders and faded down her arms unobstructed, but she swears one day she will get your name on the inside of her wrist.

"see that vein right there, babe? right below 'er. perfect place for your name, don't cha think?"

☼ southern butch ellie who seems rough on the outside, but is the true definition of a sweetheart. you live in a trailer park? she grew up in one, doesn't judge. though that is all too common in the south, some folks still judge. she will never understand it. adding onto this, she ordinates between little and big spoon. some nights, she loves being held and squeezed to sleep. the nights when she has no plans of actually sleeping, she likes sneaking behind you and rubbing her thick belt buckle against your ass.

☼ southern butch ellie who is awkward with kids to the point it melts your heart. she can hardly speak to them, just nodding along and trying to keep up with their jumbling words. give her a couple hours with the kids, and you'll find her playing crack the egg on a trampoline with them.

☼ southern butch ellie who hunts with a rifle in the backwoods. she'll come home with a couple rabbits or a deer if she is so lucky. keeps the rifle stored away safely, but sometimes her mind drifts to your safety. if anyone even so much as thought about trying to harm you on her property? rifle is going to be used for more than forest critter.

☼ southern butch ellie who loves getting a strap blowjob, whatever you wanna call it. she gets asked all the time why lesbians use strap-ons if they don't like cock—this is why. the way the tan plastic shines neatly with your saliva. the way she can last longer than any guy getting a blowjob, fucking your throat for as long as she so pleases, knowing you love gagging for her dick.

☼ southern butch ellie who fucks you in the bed of her '97 pick-up truck, a few blankets underneath you. she'll have you in missionary with your legs wrapped around her hips, and she handles you so easily. she doesn't sputter like a man. she fucks you hard and deep, encouraging you to dig your nails into her back. she doesn't stop until she knows you're worn out.

☼ southern butch ellie who loves a good home-cooked meal from you, but knows how to whip up some bomb ass breakfast herself. hashbrowns and sunny-side up eggs, a few strip of bacon or sausage links on the side for you when you rise. since she always wakes earlier than you, she has the advantage of being able to cook for you before you are able to fuss about her morning chores and how you should be the one to cook.

☼ southern butch ellie who hates overall traffic and chaos in the city, but will drive through an interstate to one in november for every major holiday. she isn't the richest person, but likes picking up overtime to get you that specific teacup set you saw in a flea market or a lacy pair of victoria's secret panties in the mall that she catches you staring at weeks prior.

☼ southern butch ellie who makes a mixtape for the nights the two of you drink beer on the hood of her truck and roll a couple joints. and yeah, it's the classics of the south. george strait, the charlie daniels band, dolly parton, johnny cash, shania twain, willie nelson, etc. she throws in some soft older love songs like coney island baby, somethin' stupid, i will always love you, dedicated to the one i love, forever, be my baby, and tonight will you belong to me.

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jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅺ)

hi everyone i am back and boy has there been some amazing fics posted while i was away it's awaken that spark in me again and this list is honestly packed, i went over like 60 fics for this one and i even added some of my ult. faves. the ones i have to mention again because they are just so amazing, trust me you will be going back for more over and over again too. you might notice some fics from ao3 and wattpad included as well they are hold a special place in my heart, they are masterpieces that need to be shared with you guys so please enjoy this new list and give all the authors mentioned all the love and respect they deserve seriously they work so hard on creating these beautiful fics and they deserve all the attention and gratitude we can offer them so please share your love through a like, comment and reblog them so they can feel the love and more people can find their masterlists and accounts because they have some really good fics there as well.

I just wanna send an honourable mention to every single writer i have added to this list without you i would not have so much happiness when i come on this app and you have filled my heart and countless others with so much joy and happiness we appreciate you more than you will ever know and you make being here 10 times better your stories help us through alot and puts smiles on our faces and we get to spend time with a community of people who love what we love and we get to interact because of your ideas and it creates such an amazing experience so thank you for everything that you do the worlds you create and the ideas you come up and for sharing it all with us i adore you so much and you are just the best so once again thank you for everything and i look forward to what so many of you have planned - kiki ♡

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happy reading everyone i hope you enjoy this extra long list of my faves and please remember to be happy and keep on smiling and interact if you want i love hearing from you guys and if you want you can send me a few of your faves 🥹🖤✨

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yuanfen by @azurefangirl AzureFangirll s a unrequited love slow burn brother's best friend arranged marriage dadjk widower jk (315k) ao3

⋆ Yuanfen (yuánfèn), "fateful coincidence," is a concept in Chinese and Vietnamese societies describing good and bad chances and potential relationships. Koi No Yokan (Japanese): the feeling upon first meeting someone that you will inevitably fall in love with them. You did not know what was stupider, falling head over heels for your older brother's best friend the day you saw him, or agreeing to marry him after his wife died. Either way, you're now stuck with Jungkook whom you've loved since before you hit puberty, who can't stand the sight of you. Will he ever feel the same way, or does he just see you as the replacement mother for his infant?

lines of fate by @kookiestarlight s a exes au zombie apocalypses tattooist jk

⋆ the last thing Jungkook ever imagined was an outbreak that turned the dead into the living. But even more unexpected is seeing you—an ex he’s known nothing about in the past four years—with a small child who bears a striking resemblance to himself. As Jungkook grapples with the shock and the city spirals into chaos, the two of you are thrust back together, forced to confront unresolved feelings, long-buried truths, and the horrors of the deadly virus taking over.

lost stars by @hueseok f a roommates e2l slow burn college au (33.2k)

⋆ the last person you’d expect to be there for you is your roommate, jeongguk, on the night you break up with your cheating boyfriend; because as far as you’re concerned, the both of you aren’t exactly friends, and he definitely shouldn’t be running to get you upon hearing you sob via phone call.so when he does, you begin thinking that maybe you’ve just been hard on him over the years, or perhaps he just liked pretending to be an annoying shit most of the time. either way, it becomes the beginning of an unexpected friendship finally blossoming.

a lovers kiss by @/hueseok f s a fwb i2l college au (55.6k)

⋆ a friends with benefits relationship never ends on a good note. unless, both parties are not dumb fucks who find themselves falling for each other along the way of their agreement, of course. and in yours and jeongguk’s case, you should have known better than to think the two of you would be an exception to the so-called curse of being friends with benefits with someone you already hold dear to you, since not even five months since it was agreed upon—the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

hell is empty by @aquagustd f s a ft.kth love triangle dadJK exJK CEO kth (164.4k)

⋆ life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

to the stars by arckook (ao3) a zombie apocalypse (94.6k)

⋆ It was always you, and Jimin, and your best friend Jihyun. But fate, regardless of whether you believed in it or not, had other plans for you. Jimin told you once, "It's a tough road to the stars." Nowadays it was hard to believe the stars were somewhere you could reach.

moirai by norabean (ao3) f s a soulmates slow burn (95.2k)

⋆ On your 18th birthday a name appears on your wrist. The name of your soulmate. It’s a momentous day that everyone looks forward to, but you’ve always brushed aside; refusing to believe in a fickle mistress called destiny. But what happens when on the morning of your 18th birthday you wake to find the name of your mortal enemy? Jeon Jungkook.

from home by @yuzukult f s a e2l richkid jk fakedating au (89.5k)

⋆ a rich kid who gets cut off from family money meets an average post-grad girl who may be the key to getting him back on his parents’ good side.

and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a ft. kth e2l love triangle tsundere jk s2l (103.k+)

⋆ it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung.

future hearts by @jungblue f s a ft. pjm punk jikook s2l band au f2l lost love (114.6k)

⋆ It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

mind games by @yerion f a tsundere jk roommates au (31.8k)

⋆ jungkook drives you to think strict criticism isn’t too bad, purely because you didn’t expect things to turn a bit steamier than intended. as the one and only female esports player, misery was at your fingertip when your skills suddenly deteriorated. however, the stoic leader of your team—jungkook, simply couldn’t sit back. he puts you back on track, yet no one told you sparks would fly; and the crazy fact that it’s inevitable

heartbeat by @xbaepsae s a ft myg unrequited love (24.9k)

⋆ “You fell in love with a boy who was in love with music, and you weren’t sure if he was capable of loving you the same way. This thought should’ve caused you to move away from him; but, if anything, it just drew you closer.“

one year, my love by @hayjeon f s a historical/royal au 100 days my prince kdrama (31k)

⋆ You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year. 

the love prognosis by @awrkive f s a medical au roommates f2l (90.7k)

⋆ for as long as you can remember, you've always been a hopeless romantic. the girl who’s always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesn’t come grand — it’s simple and it’s quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that you’ve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.

ever a never after by @yoonia s ft. ksj enchanted au (51.8+k)

⋆ Some say fate can be a cruel thing. Yet you never knew how true it was until fate played a hand in your bad luck. Merely moments before your happily ever after, you are suddenly sent out to a weird place. A different world. You wonder if this is a test from fate to see if you are truly deserving of your happy ending, or if perhaps fate wants to show you something else. Something that fate wishes you to learn before you can finally move on to take the next step towards your happiness.

between takes by @jeonstudios f s a fluffer au porn star au (74.6k)

⋆ as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard

Shatter With Me by @colormepurplex2 f s a surrogate au best friends husband (46.4k)

⋆ Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things aren’t always as they seem—happiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.

Chasing Cars by @oddinary4bts f s a college au brother best friend forbidden love (218.5k)

⋆ when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

hold me close by @ahundredtimesover f s a brother best friend (41.8k)

⋆ When you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up… Not if your brother can help it, though

sugar high by @yeojaa f a idol au childhood best friends unrequited love (33.3k)

⋆ You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

the law of attraction by @jexnkookie f s a lawyer jk girl of his dreams (26.9k)

⋆ Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

love bug by @here4kpopfics f s a established relationship (30.4k)

⋆ A collection of stories and drabbles with my comfort couple Jungkook and Love Bug as I affectionally call her. They were my first couple to write in over a decade and I hold them very close to my heart.

sh by @wwilloww f s a ot7 f2l (118k)

⋆ Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?

bloodlines entwined by @spideyjimin f s a s2l soulmates werewolf au royalty au (30.8+)

⋆ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.  

jump then fall (into you) by @writtenwhalien f s a bf2l fake dating (52k)

⋆ bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

not in that way by @girlygguk f s a ft. myg unrequited love bf2l (30k)

⋆ in which you're hopelessly in love with your best friend, min yoongi. meanwhile, your other best friend, jeon jungkook, is hopelessly in love with you.

live through this by @starshapedkookie f s a band au exes to frenemies to lovers (46.5k)

⋆ A record deal. The one thing Violet needed to become the next big rockstars. As the front-woman to the band, life couldn’t have been any easier for you. That is until a devastating life event changes everything for you, leaving you heartbroken and in a downward spiral you can’t get out of. With your biggest competitor, Whailen 52 on your heels, your bandmates worried about the future, and your ex Jeon Jungkook being your only solace; you weren’t sure if you were going to live through this to see your dreams come to fruition.

a story that we paint by @thedefinitionofbts f a ft.kth college au scifi au (25k)

⋆ in which the lines between virtual and reality are blurred.

crimson park by heartbeatan f s a e2l crime au(159.6k)

angel in the darkness by @icyhobi s a mafia au prostitution au

⋆ after a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named jeon jungkook.

one night stand by @buryhny f s a ceo au e2l (382k)

⋆ as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

the alpha omega series by @borathae f s a childhood best friends to enemies to lovers werewolf au (40.8k)

⋆ Jungkook is the son of the pack Alpha and therefore heir of the titel. You are an omega and utterly out of his league. This is the story of how, against all odds, you and he became true mates.

4-7-8 by @jiminrings a marriage au (73k+)

⋆ you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you. alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

netflix & chill by @1kook f s blindate collge au (113.7+)

 ⋆ If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.

the bad blind date by ravsisrekt f s a idol au f2l (wattpad)

⋆ Being set up on a date is hard as it is. But being set up on a date where the boy you're with loves your best friend is even harder-and trust me, being bubbly, cute, and incredibly hilarious doesn't work on him either…but on the other members it certainly does.

sns by narcotichobi f s a idol au s2l (wattpad)

⋆ Jae is a twenty-one year old Korean-American university student whose life is just ordinary. Struggling through the confines of cultural differences between her lifestyle and ethnicity, Jae finds herself through social media outlets and the integration of k-pop into her American life. Jungkook is a twenty year old singer, dancer and producer of the Korean-Pop idol group, BTS (방탄소년단). He works over twelve hours a day and has almost every second of his life circulating around social media. Jungkook, with newly found dating privileges, is slow to trust another person with his personal life and thoughts. Follow Jae and Jungkook through a love-story heavily motivated by social media and press

40 weeks by magicalmochii f s a teeange pregnancy f2l (wattpad)

⋆ They didn't want to be virgins when they graduated. Two friends agree to let go of their innocence together, no strings attached. Life had other plans.

unconditionally by magicalmochii f s a parents au (wattpad) sequel to 40 weeks

⋆ They survived high school and overcame the obstacles that tried to break them apart. Together they adapt to college life and work, all while caring for their new baby. Now, two friends turned lovers prepare for their wedding. Life had other plans. The continuation of 40 Weeks. Bring tissues.

blood ink by pocketbangtan f s a gang au tattoo artist jk (wattpad)

⋆ "That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means."

one shot

wait for your love by @/spideyjimin f s a exes2lovers parents (17.3k)

⋆ sixteen years ago, your life was turned upside down when you surrendered to the temptation — none other than jungkook, the star basketball player on your school’s team. today, after all that time, you reunite under tragic circumstances; a car crash where he saves your life.

Inkling by @gguksgalaxy s a f2l tattoo artist jk (17.7k)

⋆Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

in this paradise by @ressjeon f s a s2l survivor au (16.3k)

⋆ in an attempt to escape what’s been planned for him, Jungkook hopped on a ship only to face a tragedy that he didn’t expect and then there’s you who somehow couldn’t believe to find company in this isolated land. was this fate or was this just a temporary chance of bliss as a challenge for you both?

sleepover by @personasintro f s best friends brother (10.4k)

⋆ Jungkook is your best friend’s little brother who invites you to have a sleepover at his place. Nothing can happen, right?

bottle up old love by @wintaerbaer f s a exes to lovers (4.6k)

⋆ Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

the devil’s change up by @/jungblue f s a coach au (41.3k)

⋆ Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better. 

entertainer by @taegularities f s a s2l (32.4k)

⋆ Growing singer Jeon Jungkook is as charismatic as he is self-absored – that is, until he meets you. Caught in a web of secrets, he finds a riddle in you he urges to solve; even ready to turn the spotlight towards you until nothing remains… but regret.

habits of a clandestine nature by @alphabetboyluvr s a college au rich jk e2l (16k)

explorer by @/1kook f s alien au s2f2l (17.8k)

⋆ Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning. 

million dollar darling by @kooktrash f s a e2f2l crazy rixh asians inspired (19.7k)

⋆ jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

little surfer girl by @ppersonna f s a summer love suferjk (9.8k)

⋆ every summer you watched jeon jungkook turn into a perfect, professional surfer. every summer, you wanted him more. this summer, you were determined to make him yours.

the whole of your heart by @lcksndkys f s a husband au band au (8k)

⋆ Save a drum, bang a drummer.

sketch by @moonscriptsx f s soulmate au artist jk (9.6k)

⋆ After sixteen years of dreaming about the same unknown beautiful girl, Jungkook finally gets to put a name to the face — and she's so much more than what he's dreamt of

strings attached (to my heart) by @jungkoode f s spiderkook college au (11.8k)

⋆ You were a journalist at Yonsei University when you started noticing the strange coincidences between your favorite bumbling freshman and Seoul's newest superhero. The way Spider-Man's voice cracks on 'noona' exactly like Jungkook's does. The way they both bring you the same snacks, have the same nervous energy, the same tendency to ramble when flustered. You tell yourself it's just a coincidence, because the alternative means admitting something you're absolutely not ready to deal with.

it was always you by @/hueseok f s a childhood best friends to lovers (13.2k)

⋆ for as long as you remember, you’ve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because that’s what happens when life naturally takes it course—you grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years.so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason he’s asking you isn’t due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks he’s doing you a big favor.or at least, that’s what you think.

mio angelo by @/hueseok f s a mafia au established relationship (33.3k)

⋆ it’s no secret to the whole nation how powerful the jeon family was. the efforts of the highly respected don jungsoo was the reason why the name of their clan continues to be a name that people thought greatly of and sometimes even feared. despite your father working alongside with the don, you never truly understood what the family possessed to earn them such acclaim; that is until you got closer to one of his grandsons, jeon jeongguk, that you caught a glimpse of how much power they truly seized as you see it first hand and become a part of it yourself. inspired by the godfather and vincenzo

ultimatum by @parkmuse f s spiderkook (10.3k)

⋆ Your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

melomaniac by @jungkxook f s a band au f2l (13k)

⋆ you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.

Navigating Tides by @jjungkookislife f s a exes2lovers (18.9k)

⋆ A cruise is the last place you expect to see your ex-boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. You broke up six months ago, and your best friends Jimin and Yoongi assured you your ex wouldn't even remember this cruise that you booked a year in advance. However, on your first night on board, you discover your ex isn't only on the cruise ship, but there are no rooms available for him to stay in other than yours.

will it fit? by @jeonsweetpea f s idiots2lovers roommate au (6.7K)

⋆ So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can’t exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom…

pull me down by @starryeyedkoo f a badboy gang college au (22.9k)

⋆ “Do you regret it?” “What?” “Falling in love with me? It feels like I only weigh you down.” “I’ll let you pull me down to the depths of hell if that’s what it means to love you.”

espresso by @joonberriess f s a boxer jk idol oc (14.6k)

⋆ a rowdy boxer and the pretty it-girl he bagged by being him. jungkook’s doing anything to prove he’s serious, even if it means making a fool outta himself.

changes in between by @/taegularities f s a roommates s2f2l (24.7k)

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this is how we break by @ahundredtimesover f s a exes au (20.6k)

⋆ There are things you prepared for coming back home and that includes seeing your ex-boyfriend, but helping him design his apartment isn’t one of them. From meetings over coffee and lunches with your friends, you both learn more about the time in-between, and what you find out leave you heartbroken, wondering if there’s enough of you left to try to get back what you’d lost.

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[i2sunric]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 (s.jy)

PAIRING: alpha!jake x omega!reader (f)

SUMMARY: being an omega was already hard, but being an omega with an alpha roommate was worse. especially during your heats. you’d lock yourself in your room, trying to ignore his strong scent and his presence, but jake has had enough of hearing pained wails. he’ll help you, even if he wasn’t your alpha (yet).

WARNINGS: omegaverse, roommates au, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), breeding kink, doggystyle, dirty talking, riding, cream pie, fingering, pussy eating, knotting (?) , heat and mentions of ruts, pet names (baby, good girl), mentions of pups (this feels strange idk), reader is a virgin, overstimulation, tits sucking (😋), mentions of pregnancy, manhandling, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 28th August 2024

WC: 4.2k

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a/n: why do i always end my jake fics with a cliffhanger? it’s a mistery to me as well. i don’t really like how it turned out but i sincerely hope y’all do. idk much abt omegaverse and i searched on google most of the information, if it ain’t accurate let’s just say it’s caseyverse and call it a day. please REBLOG & COMMENT bcs only likes get me shadowbanned. also, lmk your thoughts on this fic 🫶🫶

You were prepared.

You had your favourite blankets, all your plushies, your phone and your charger.

You had even bought a mini fridge to keep enough food so that you would resist for at least three days.

Your heat was coming, you could feel it in your bones, which was the main reason as to why you were locked in your bedroom.

Taking the pill to stop the heat from coming was a good idea, especially since you didn’t have an alpha of your own, but the doctor refused to prescribe them, saying that they would really damage your health.

Because suffering for two to three days straight wasn’t.

Your skin was hot, too hot, sweat started gathering on your forehead, and sticking you to the sheets.

You laid on your bed, trying your best to even your breaths and willing your mind not to slip away.

You hated being an omega and going into heat, especially in summer. The weather affected it, making the pain unbearable.

As you thought about it, a sharp pain like a sting hit your lower stomach, you could feel your panties wetting with arousal.

A small yelp left your lips, your hips slowly bucking in the air to soothe the ache between your legs.

It was humiliating, the way your mind succumbed to the primal urge to mating, to being bred.

Suddenly, a soft knock came from the other side of the door and you scrunched your nose.

Jake, with his strong hormones scent, minty but musky at the same time. You normally could live with it, he was good at hiding his scent so as not to bother you and you hid your pheromones well too.

But now, it almost suffocated you and he wasn’t even in the room with you “Y/N… can I come in?”

You scoffed, mood already ruined by your denied pleasure. It’s not like you didn’t have toys, they were in your drawer, but most definitely you weren’t to use them while Jake was in the house.

You just needed to keep control of your mind.

“Jake, no.” You hissed, even if he already knew the answer “Not for the rest three working days.”

Jake pressed his forehead on the door. He also went into rut, but he would just find a willing omega or a beta to bury himself and then forget about them.

You weren’t like him, you didn’t want someone you didn’t know to be inside you, to have such a power over your body.

“Three days?” He sighed “Fuck, your scent is so strong.”

And it was true, during your heat you released more pheromones so as to attract other alphas. Fact was, it also drove your roommate insane.

“I can smell how bad your heat is, it drives me crazy.” Jake murmured, making you shiver.

You could hear his breathless voice, the thick Australian accent rolling off his tongue was such a turn on.

“Don’t—“ You groaned when another wave of pain hit your lower stomach, “Don’t talk like that.” You pleaded.

"I can't help it." He said, "Your scent is so strong, you smell so good…”

He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw.

“Please, Jake.” You clung the sheet under you, needing an anchor against your lust “Leave, go outside.”

“I can’t.” He was quick to say “You keep whimpering and I don’t want to hear you in pain.” He stated.

“I’m g-grand.” You replied, “I can manage.”

He gripped the door handle, his muscles tensing up. “I want to help you." He said, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I want to take care of you and make you feel good, please, just let me in."

“Don’t complicate things,” You breathed out, your hips moving around the bed “We set boundaries, remember?”

“Boundaries don’t expect me to sit back, knowing you’re suffering.” He bit back, voice strained.

“Still,” You commented.

Jake and you had a nice relationship, you weren’t just roommates but also friends. You loved to hang out with him and you didn’t want him to see you like this. Again, it was too embarrassing, you weren’t sure you’d be able to face him afterwards.

He tried to pull the handle but obviously, you had locked the door “Y/N, open up.”

You turned around on the bed, your hips humping against the mattress, your face flush on the sheets “No.” You said, trying to sound convincing.

“I just want to help you, don’t overthink it.” Jake sighed, pulling the door knob again. “I said no, Jake. Go away.”

At another groan that escaped your lips, Jake couldn’t take it anymore and kicked the door a couple of times until it swung open.

You widened your eyes “What—“ Before you could talk, he pounced on you, his body holding yours down.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that resembled vanilla and peaches, making his head spin “You smell so good, baby.”

You breathed out, trying your hardest not to think about his body so close to you, his skin on yours, “Jake please, get out.”

He planted hot kisses down your collarbone, his hands roaming over your body. “Let me take care of you, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“No..” You murmured but as his hands yanked off your shorts and panties, you could feel your wetness running down your thighs in the same way your consciousness crumbled.

You wanted it, you wanted Jake to take you, to make you his and calm the burning desire that consumed you.

He cursed under his breath, two fingers gathered your arousal and he put them in his mouth, humming “You even taste delicious baby, can you be anymore perfect?”

“Jake..” You murmured, “Make it better.” Your voice was strained and whiny, making Jake’s pants tighter.

“Say no more.” He said and without any warning he pushed two fingers deep inside of you.

How they even fit was foreign to you, given that nobody had ever dared to touch you there, but you didn’t really care at that moment. It felt good, so good.

You moaned out, gripping the sheets under you, your mind already a puddle of pleasure.

His digits were skilled, brushing and thrusting in every spot that got your eyes rolling.

“So wet for me baby, mh?” Jake groaned, the squelching sound filling the room, imprinting in his ears.

He raised your shirt with his free hand and started groping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his palms.

He towered you, his presence dominant behind you, like a shadow swallowing you whole.

Whimpers left your lips, but this time they were a reaction from pleasure, not pain.

“Where is it?” He asked, biting his tongue as he desperately searched for something inside you.

When he felt you moan loudly, he smirked “Got it.” And he started thrusting his fingers in and out, reaching that spot again.

You felt as if your body was being burned, you needed him to continue it, to take you to the edge.

And Jake never stopped, even if his wrist hurt and his fingers grew sore. He lived to hear your cries of pleasure, to be the one making you squirm.

“Close?” He asked when he felt your walls clench around his digits and you nodded.

“Ugh.” You moaned, your eyes squeezing and with one last thrust of his fingers, you fell apart.

Your body trembled, your legs shook. Jake gently helped you ride out of your high before pulling out his fingers and licking them clean.

“If only you could taste yourself, baby.” He took your chin in his hand and raised your body so you were kneeling, back flush to his chest “So sweet, I can’t get enough.”

You felt his bulge brush against your back and it was the moment where your mind went completely black.

Lust winning over reason.

You breathed out “Jake,” Letting one of your hands wander down his chest until it reached his sweats, feeling his clothed hard-on “Put it inside me.”

Jake cursed, his body trembling “You want it inside?” He questioned, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear “Want me to fuck you, mh?”

You nodded blissfully, trying to pull his pants down.

Jake chuckled and let you fall on the mattress, quickly working both his shirt and pants off.

You peeked at him over your shoulder and gasped. His cock was huge, so long and thick it made your mouth water.

Any worry that it might not fit in your virgin pussy was clouded by lust, so you said “Hurry.” Raising your backside in the air.

“Patience.” He ordered, gently pulling your shorts and panties down your ankles, as well as removing your shirt.

He stroked his hard shaft, already leaking precum, he kneeled closer to you and you held onto the headboard.

Jake gripped your backside, squeezing your hips as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

You gasped, the feeling so good “I’m going in now.” He had the decency to warn that time and slowly, pushed inside you.

“Ngh.” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he put all of his length in you, reaching places you didn’t even know existed.

Jake sighed, his head thrown back. Your walls hugged him, “You’re so tight.” He grunted.

He was going slow so he wouldn’t hurt you, but it wasn’t enough for you. You needed more, you needed to feel all of him in all of you.

“Faster,” You pleaded, arching your back “Faster, fuck me fast.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.” He murmured, his pace still too slow

“You hurt me if you don’t start moving fast.” You groaned, reaching a hand behind you to pull his hips nearer you.

Jake shook his head, amazed “Anything you want.” Like that, he moved faster.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room as well as the squelching ones from your wetness.

“M’gonna fuck you so good,” He said, voice so husky. He took your chin in his grasp and pulled you up, tilting it to the side so he could kiss you.

Finally, he got a taste of your lips, his tongue licking yours, giving delicious strokes.

You moaned in his mouth and he rewarded you with a rather deep thrust that hit your cervix.

He smirked, knowing he had found your sweetest spot, so he kept hitting it repetitively, alternating slow to fast thrusts.

“That’s it,” He snuck a hand on your neck and gently squeezed “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You couldn’t almost see straight from the amount of pleasure you were given.

He licked your ear, then pressed wet kisses down your jaw, occasionally sucking.

Your pussy clenched around him, signalling that you were close to your orgasm.

“Jake,” You breathed out “Jake, m’so close.”

His free hand went to your clit, gently rubbing circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Ugh!” You moaned, the knot in your stomach snapping, making you cream all over his cock.

Jake gave you slow thrusts, helping you ride out of your orgasms and waiting for you to come down off your high.

Your eyes flickered open as you flopped on the mattress, your body growing tired.

Jake pulled out, making you frown “W-what about you?” You asked quietly.

“I’d love to continue baby, but it’s easier to get pregnant during your heat and I have no condoms.” He explained, pressing a featherlight kiss on your shoulder.

How he wasn’t yet a slave of lust, you didn’t know.

“But..” You wanted to argue but your reason was gone, even the lust, replaced by an immense tiredness.

Jake helped you lay down properly, caressing your sweaty forehead “I don’t want to take advantage of you, if we keep going I won’t be able to pull away.”

He leaned down to press another kiss on your lips “Rest, I’ll clean you up and stay with you, ok?”

You only managed to softly hum as your eyelids grew heavy and his voice grew faint until the world was just black.

⪩⪨.

When you felt the second wave hit, you had half expected to wake up in a pool of sweat and slick.

Definitely, not with Jake’s nose rubbing your clothed pussy, inhaling your sweet smell.

“Jake?” You asked, your voice laced with sleep.

He raised his face and looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot. You couldn’t control your pheromones while you slept and they drove Jake insane, making him lust drunk.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured, giving your pussy another smell “Really need to taste you.”

You still felt groggy from your deep slumber when he slipped your panties down and smelled them again.

“Christ,” Jake groaned, slipping them into his sweatpants’ pocket.

He placed gentle kisses on your thighs and raised your legs, letting them rest on your shoulders.

Jake’s breath fanned against your pussy, making you let out a whiney exhale. He smirked and licked a long stripe out of your wet folds.

He moaned, really moaned, at the taste of you and you couldn’t help but glance down at the man between your legs.

He was drop dead gorgeous, with two deep brown eyes, messy hair and the expression of a starved man ready to dig in for his long awaited meal.

Jake gave you kitten licks again, alternating soft kisses to sucking.

You moaned, throwing your head back. You had always fantasised about how good getting eaten out felt like, but Jake must’ve been the masters of it because lord, if he made you see stars.

Your pussy was dripping with arousal, your juices coating his face, running down his chin.

But he didn’t mind, instead, he tried to gather them all on his tongue so as not to miss anything.

He buried his face between your legs, your feet locking behind his neck.

“You need to keep them open, baby.” He murmured on your clit, “Alright? Can you do that for me?”

You let out a broken hum in response, your mind just filled with unholy thoughts of him. You just barely opened your legs for him.

You needed him to make you cum, over and over again, to teach you everything he knew, in all the positions he liked.

“Good girl,” Jake whispered before downing again, his tongue lapping on your bundle of nerves.

He thrust one finger inside of you, gently curling it to reach your sweet spot, making you a moaning mess.

“Ugh..” You yelped, your back arching, “Pussy so good.” He said between licks “Could do this all day.”

You groaned and put one hand on his head, fingers grasping his locks “Less talking, more licking.”

Jake loved how desperate you were, so different from your usually collected and shy attitude.

You were clouded by lust and all of that was for him, he was really the luckiest alpha on earth.

Your hips bucked against his tongue, you were so close to your orgasm you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Jake...” You breathed out, and he understood what you meant. He removed his finger from you and put his tongue instead, the sensation so new and wet.

His nose brushed against your clit and he patted your waist, signalling that you could start moving.

Both your hands grabbed his hair, riding his tongue, your hips bucking fast against him.

He moaned, sending vibrations all through your body. You rolled your eyes back, “M’so-so close.” You murmured “M’gonna cum.”

If Jake’s mouth was free, he would’ve cooed at how cute you looked, so lost in pleasure you couldn’t even speak properly.

With a few more strong bucks, your legs shook around his neck, your orgasm reaching you like a tidal wave.

You pulled his hair so hard it hurt, but Jake didn’t mind. No, he actually liked it.

“Ride it out,” He murmured “Fuck my tongue, baby.”

You slowly calmed down, your legs fell down on Jake’s sides, your chest heaving slowlier.

You peeled your eyes open, glancing down at Jake.

He had been humping the mattress, as if eating you out was a source of pleasure for him as well.

You could see that the precum leaking from his bulge had stained his sweats, his chest already bare.

“Can I ride you?” You asked such a filthy question so innocently that Jake could’ve cum on spot.

“You want to ride me, baby?” You nodded shamelessly while he chuckled, patting your leg “Get up.”

You followed his lead, getting up so he could take your position. He leaned his back against your bed’s headboard and held out his hands to you.

You took them in yours as he helped you sit on his lap.

Jake’s hands settled on your waist while yours on his shoulders, your hips slowly rocking on his.

He groaned, his head thrown back against the headboard. “You feel so good.” His smirk made you want to do many unspeakable things to him.

Swiftly, he removed your shirt and started touching your warm breasts, teasing your nipples.

He tilted you towards him and latched his mouth on one, kissing and swirling his tongue around your nipple while kneading the other.

You moaned, rewarding him with a rather deep grind, feeling his whole length underneath you.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your blackened mind “Breed me.”

Jake stopped his work on your breasts and looked up at you, his brows furrowing.

Something in his brain was trying to warn him, but he was far too deep to even care “Yeah? You want me to breed you?”

He circled your waist with one arm and pulled you up, pulling his sweats and boxers down and kicking them off his ankles.

“I want your pups.” You murmured, your voice frail and quiet but full of desire.

Jake groaned, his cock twitching “Fuck, baby.”

“I’ll give you my pups,” You pumped his shaft with your hand and held it to your entrance as he slowly lowered you on him “I’ll fill you with my pups.”

The thought of your belly all swollen, your body changing to carry his pups wasn’t such a bad idea… was it?

You wanted everyone to know he was the alpha who took care of you, you wanted— no, you needed him to mate you.

He moved you up and down, slowly at first, so you could get used to him, but then he snapped his hips up into yours forcefully.

He debated whether to let you ride him or to just take the lead and fuck into you, but his control had crumbled long time ago and all he needed was to breed you.

The desire was consuming the both of you, leaving the room only with moans, grunts, heavy breaths and filthy sounds.

You sincerely hoped your neighbours weren’t to hear your late night activities.

You wrapped your arms around Jake’s neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You left kitten kisses and sucked on his skin, making his head spin.

You fit so well in his arms and he fit so well inside of you.

“Pussy was made for me,” He grunted, his pace picking up “Mh, Were you made for me, baby? Aren’t you my omega?”

You nodded, your walls sucking him in, squeezing around him “I’m yours,” You cried out “I’m yours, all of me.”

Jake’s eyes lit up “Yeah?” He chuckled, placing one hand on your lower stomach. He could feel the shadow of his bulge under his palms.

“Do you feel it, baby? I’m here.” You felt him press down, earning a moan from you.

You looked down to where his hand was and almost came on spot “So— S’deep.” You threw your head back.

He circled your hips, making your clit brush against his pubic hair.

“You like it deep?” He asked, his voice low, his accent thicker when he was lost in lust. “You like it when I’m so deep you can feel me everywhere?”

You nodded mindlessly, your eyes squeezing as you felt your second orgasm approach “Like it!” You exclaimed “Like it so much, Jake, please.”

Jake groaned in answer and goped your ass, lifting you up so he could fuck into you.

His hips moved fast, his balls smacking on your skin. You grasped his shoulders and bit down on his neck, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming all your senses.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” He murmured, his grip on you so tight it left red marks.

“Jake, oh lord—” You cried out, feeling your orgasm approach “Cum around my cock.” He whispered, his lips so close to your ear it sent shivers in your body.

“Mh— Ah.” You moaned as your euphoria reached you, your legs trembling and body squirming. If it wasn’t for Jake’s iron grip, you would’ve fallen out of your small bed.

But he didn’t care that you needed to calm down, not really, because his hips continued to snap against yours.

His cock was in so deep he hit your cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure all around your body.

Your ears rang from your powerful orgasm, your breath laboured. Overstimulation made your body tremble. But still, you didn’t feel complete.

“Cum in me.” You managed to whisper in his ear, your arms clinging to him for dear life. “Please Jakey, I need you to breed me.”

That was all it took. Jake’s movements altered, his cock twitching inside of you as his balls emptied.

You felt his hot seed filling you up, but soon it was followed by a sharp pain.

“Ugh!” You groaned, tears filling your eyes “J-jake…”

He cursed under his breath, his orgasm still washing over him. It had never happened that he came so much like that time, liquid spurring inside of you.

“Shit baby, I’m sorry,” He breathed out “I may have knotted you.”

“What?!” You widened your eyes, back to your normal self. Your worried and overthinker self.

You tried to move away from him but the sharp pain came back.

“Shh, don’t move.” Jake instructed “It’ll hurt more if I pull out now,”

“It hurts either way!” You groaned, clinging on him like an anchor.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He pressed featherlight kisses on your neck “The first time always hurts, but I swear it gets better.”

“I’m dying here.” You whimpered, but Jake’s touch was soothing and so were his words and a few minutes later, the pain stopped.

Slowly, he pulled out of you and kissed your temples “You okay?”

You nodded, now that there was nothing tied up inside of you, you felt refreshed. Happier. You didn’t even feel any discomfort caused from the heat.

Jake smiled softly and caressed your cheek, he leaned in to whisper “Knotting helps with your heat pain.”

“But it hurts like a bitch.” You frowned, watching as he carefully placed you down on the bed and cleaned you up with a tissue.

Jake chuckled, “I told you, it gets better.”

⪩⪨.

And it did, Jake was no liar.

The morning after he was kind enough to drive you to the doctor who gave you a prescription to take birth control. He said it would be better than fully stopping your heat.

He also reassured that the percentage to get pregnant was high after a knot (nagging at Jake for losing control), but as long as you took the pill within twenty-four hours, it would slow or block the process completely.

You hoped for the latter.

Obviously, he highly recommended to always use protections and to avoid knotting… but, you used a condom just a couple of times, because your heat wouldn’t get better unless Jake fucked you raw and filled you wih his seed.

In fact, he took you in the shower, on the couch and even in the kitchen. Any time was a good time to eat you out and stuff you full.

The only place left ‘holy’ was his room, but he said it’d be filthy once his rut started. Which, by the way, you agreed to help him through.

Jake even skipped his lectures to stay at home with you and provide you whatever you needed. Not like he attended much on a daily basis.

Everything went smoothly, he was so caring towards you, always looking after you when you passed out from the intense sex, even cooking for you (even if he burnt the pan and you two had to order out) and giving you nice massages until your heat completely stopped.

However, it was around a month later, when you came out of the bathroom with teary eyes and a positive pregnancy test in hand that you and Jake realised you had taken it too far.

[gravegoer]

possible royal au with sevika?? her as a knight, bodyguard.. etc .. 🩷

also you are lowkey THE sevika writer ..

Royal Blood — 🜲

thank you, anon. i appreciate that ! also, i might make this a series (send in an ask if you are interested) summary: sevika might have a little crush, but it's so immoral— i mean, you're a royal !! also i dont use any physical descriptions in ANY of my stories unless specifically mentioned i have 20 asks in my inbox atm and i promise im getting to them (esp pirate ones) masterlist

Your parents hired you a guard despite your constant complaints. You didn't need a man to watch over you in place of them. It wasn't your fault they could never be home for you.

You are the princess, so you needed to be put in line, no more walking out alone at night, no more hanging out with friends at bars, etc. Your parents wanted to put a stop to it all.

When you were introduced to your bodyguard, it was a pleasant suprise that she was a woman. Sevika. She had dark scarred skin, a showcase of her past on her body, and a prosthetic metal arm that caught your eye immediately. But that didnt mean you liked having a bodyguard any more than you did before.

And as always, your parents planned to leave for weeks on "business" having Sevika watch over you in the mostly empty castle.

Although your parents ordered you not to step foot out of the castle, you needed fresh air badly. Opening the windows to let the breeze in was no longer enough to satisfy you. You felt like a rat trapped in a cage that desperately needed to escape.

It was the late hours of night when you decided that Sevika would most definitely be asleep, giving you the opening to sneak out. You didn't bother to change out of your ruffled night gown and sleep tights before stepping out into the hall. Your feet that were covered with thin fabric protested the coldness of the tile as you continued down the west wing.

It was definitely chillier than your warm room. goosebumps littered your arms before you attempted to rub them away. The moonlight cascaded in a film over your body, peeking through the many windows in the hall.

You turned, curiously, to the window, and the stars illuminated your irises. Putting your hands to the glass you peered at the garden, fireflies were swarming the flowers and fluttered around the fountain. You smile at the sight and suddenly become more enthusiastic about your trip.

Your excitement was soon interrupted by a husky (but loud) voice, "And where do you suppose you're going, princess?"

"I told you not to call me that," You frowned and turned away from the window to see Sevika approaching you with crossed arms.

Her heavy boots thudded on the tile, contrasting with your daintly socked feet. She stopped in front of you to look you up and down, "What? Were you in a rush to sneak out and didn't dress for the weather?" She teased.

You shook your head and looked away, "No, i wasn't sneaking anywhere.. I just wanted to get some air."

"Crack a window, princess." She directly ignored your previous order, "I can't let you leave until your parents return."

You scoffed at her strictness, "I just want to take a walk in my own garden. Can't you spare me that much?"

"What your parents say goes, now don't argue with me."

"This isn't your job—" You instantly start to argue, "Your job is to protect me not to control me!"

"You're wrong there," She stepped closer to you. "My job is to protect you and control you. Your parents ordered me to do so, so that's what I intend to do."

At that, you got angry, "Would you please just be lenient? All I ask is for a walk."

She ran a thick finger over the crease between her brows, and you took notice of the dark circles under her eyes.

"You can't just do whatever you want. You have responsibilities, and one of those responsibilities is to abide by the rules."

You scoffed and started back to your room before she added, "And tomorrow morning, I want you in my sight, no more funny business."

Leaving her without any confirmation, you slipped back into your room and slammed the door, throwing yourself back into bed. You grumbled to yourself about how this castle is a prison and buried your face into the pillows.

For the next hour, you were tossing and turning and eventually pacing around your room. Looking at the clock, it read: 12 AM.

Fuck you needed to get out.

Going on your second attempt to sneak out, you creaked the door open, slower than the first time. You were immediately met with a dark form standing outside your door.

Sevika.

She caught sight of you through the small crack, gaze cold, and confused. She raised an eyebrow, and you saw her eyes rake down your body before quickly darting back up.

"Again?"

"Why are you at my door," You huffed, now opening it fully as she had already caught you.

"I'm on duty," She stated bluntly.

"No, you just want to catch me leaving my room."

"That's called being on duty, Princess."

You ran a hand down your face, feeling the pieces of stray hair that stuck to your cheeks and brushing them away.

"Sevika, I can't sleep," you admitted, although reluctantly.

"I'll grab you a blanket or a cup of water?" She suggested while tilting her head.

"No, I have all of that. I just feel so alone here without my parents," You leaned against the doorframe, now being sincere with her.

She was caught off guard by your honesty and cleared her throat, "I'm sorry— I mean about the whole.. situation you're in"

The only reason you messed around outside the castle and refused to follow the rules is to forget about the emptyness of your own home. Sevika was beginning to realize this.

"Can you help me fall asleep," You stated, catching her off guard once again.

"Miss, I dont think thats appropriate"

You laughed at her instantly, pulling out the formalities when she got embarrassed. "Please, this is an order from your princess."

Her eyes widened at the tone in your voice and the way you looked at her when you pleaded for her company. Finally relenting, she swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly stepped into your room past you.

Your room was most definitely large, with a king-sized bed in the middle, covered with pillows and expensive silks. There was a large curtained window facing your bed that let some light through. She didn't even hear you shut the door behind her before you stepped past her, and ran to flop into your bed.

She eyed the way your nightgown lifted a bit when you jumped up but quickly cleared her thoughts. She stood stifly in the middle of your room before you sat up to pat the spot beside you.

It was hard not to stare at the way your skin tone contrasted the sheets while she walked up to you and sat beside you. (Moreso on the edge).

You chuckled at her nervousness of being in your room and scooted up to the top of your bed, feet behind her back.

"C'mon, get comfortable," you tapped her with your foot, "I didn't invite you in to make you guard my bedside"

She scoffed, and you moved your legs, planting your feet flat on your bed to make room for her to scoot back. She did so enough for you to be able to see the side of her face. There was a flicker of something unreadable in her expression when she looked over at you, eyeing the way you were displayed for her.

Ignoring her expression, you sat your legs in her lap and scooted down so that your butt was pressed against the side of her thigh. Your head was nuzzled comfortably in the pillows and you sighed at her warmness.

"Tell me a story."

You could see her expression, but you would like to imagine her face was flushed and embarrassed. But unbeknownst to you she was looking down at you with a smirk, knowing you couldnt see her face.

Of course, it felt wrong to have the princess splayed out on her bed in front of her, soft legs over hers and hands behind her head, but what could Sevika do, she wasnt invincible.

For a few minutes, she was caught up in a story about something that you thought was dumb. Talking about the woman she served before you, and obviously, you didn't care. You were more entranced with the way her toned thighs felt against the back of yours and the way her calloused hand brushed over your knee.

You had contemplated her attractiveness in the past but opted not to act on your desires, as she seemed very adamant about being professional. You couldn't ruin that for her.

Although tonight, she wasn't denying any of your actions.

You interrupted her story by sitting up, "Mmm, I feel tired already.. Or maybe that's the bordem."

You mumbled that last part.

"Okay, what more could I possibly do," Her grip on your knee got more intense.

You scooted forward, now sitting in her lap, "Just shut up and let me sleep."

You leaned into her.

This was a really bad idea. Sevika thought to herself, hands now hovering over you, not knowing what to do. She almost pushed you away but stopped herself upon feeling you snuggle closer into her chest.

She hoped you couldn't hear her heart thumping against her ribcage. To add to her already racing thoughts, she couldn't even fathom how your parents would react to this.

She would be fired immediately.

Yeah.

This needs to end.

You looked up at her, wondering why you didn't feel the pressure of her hands on your body. Her face was contemplative, eyes locked into a random spot in your room.

You spoke, just above a whisper, "I need this, Sevika."

Fuck your parents.

She wrapped her arm that was closest to your knees around your body to the back of your neck, holding you to her. Her thumb brushed against your cheek comfortingly.

She didn't exactly know what it was like to be in your position, but she knew she wouldn't like it. Her metal arm was wrapped around your back, hand softly on your hip. You could almost feel the coldness through your nightgown, but you barely minded. Her face was pressed into the top of your head, inhaling your scent.

From this night on, she was no longer just your protector, but also your caretaker. She told herself she would be there for you at any moment of need.

Sevika no longer needed to suppress her feelings of want towards you, and this was all the comformation she needed that you felt the same way.

its a bit short but im having the most insane writers block right now, i have so many stories i want to complete that i end up doing none of them... whoops.. but asks are still open it might just take longer

[thedensworld]

Gentle Daddy | C. Sc

Pairing: Scoups x reader

Genre: fluff, parent au

Summary: welcome aboard to the threenager stage of Seungcheol's son and how he parents him.

Seungcheol was seventeen when he met Chan, the youngest of their group. Was Chan a little brother? Yes. But at the start? Not quite. To Seungcheol, Chan was just another kid, someone he had to look after out of duty rather than choice.

As the oldest in their group, Seungcheol often became the subject of jokes about his strict ways. “Everyone, if you don’t wake up on three, I’ll give you 10 more laps of running,” Seungkwan teased, mimicking Seungcheol's commanding tone from their training days, complete with a mock-serious expression that drew laughter.

“Seungcheol hyung definitely needs someone gentle to balance that out,” Chan piped up with a cheeky grin. But before he could finish, Seungcheol raised an eyebrow and asked, “Balance what?”

Chan swallowed nervously, waving his hand dismissively as the others burst into laughter. “No, no, I was talking to myself,” he stammered.

But now, Seungcheol stood in a different scene, holding his three-year-old son, Wontae, on his arm during his birthday party. The house was filled with chatter and laughter, the kind only close friends could bring.

“Your interior is beautiful, Seungcheol. Come over and do mine next,” Jeonghan quipped, throwing a casual compliment with a hint of a request. Seungcheol rolled his eyes, scoffing.

“Appa did my room too!” Wontae beamed proudly at Jeonghan. Jeonghan’s features softened as he reached out and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Your appa is very talented, isn’t he?”

Seungcheol discovered his passion for interior design when he was searching online for the perfect nursery layout for Wontae. But nothing he found could match the vision in his mind. After discussing it with you, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Trips to the hardware store turned into projects that filled his weekends: crafting custom cabinets, building desks, and designing coffee tables.

In preparation for the party, Seungcheol went all out—rearranging furniture, painting walls, and adding small decorative touches that showcased his new hobby.

“It’s almost as good as Mingyu’s house,” Jeonghan said with a mischievous smirk. Seungcheol chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I think taking care of others did that to me. Just like how Mingyu took care of everything for us back in the day.”

“I want to get down,” Wontae said, squirming in his father’s arms. Seungcheol gently set him down, watching with a smile as his son darted over to Wonwoo, who was showing him a video game on his phone.

“He’s going to be three, wow!” Jeonghan remarked, shaking his head in disbelief. “It feels like just yesterday when I first held him.”

“How is it like?” Jeonghan asked, a rare tone of seriousness in his voice.

Seungcheol sighed, his lips curving into a soft smile. “Go get married and have one yourself,” he said playfully.

“Jeonghan’s getting married?” Your voice chimed in as you returned from putting Wonna, your four-month-old daughter, to sleep. Both Seungcheol and Jeonghan turned toward you. Seungcheol’s eyes softened as he reached for your waist, pulling you gently into his side.

“Is she asleep?” he asked, concern blending with affection. You nodded, resting a hand on his chest.

“Don’t listen to him,” Jeonghan interjected, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at his lips.

“I feel really bad that you’re going through all of this right after giving birth, just for his birthday party,” Jeonghan joked, glancing around at the well-decorated room. The party was being held the day after Seungcheol’s birthday, even though Wontae’s actual birthday was next week.

“I told you, it’s for Wontae!” Seungcheol insisted, his tone defensive but playful.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Jeonghan, I gave birth four months ago. Besides, I’m grateful that Joshua and Mingyu helped with the food prep.” You nodded toward Joshua and Mingyu, who were now joined by Jihoon in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes and joking with each other.

Suddenly, a tiny voice interrupted the grown-up conversation. “Look what Uncle Hoshi got me! It’s a matching tiger onesie for me and Wonna!” Wontae announced proudly, holding up the tiny outfit with wide eyes full of excitement.

Seungcheol’s eyes flicked to Hoshi, who was now rolling on the floor, laughing at Wontae’s reaction. The older man couldn’t help but smirk, shaking his head.

You smiled and turned to Seungcheol. “I’ll go help him with his present,” you said, squeezing his arm before walking over to your son.

Jeonghan, still standing beside Seungcheol, gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder. “You know, it’s great you married Y/N. I never thought I’d see the day when the legendary Seungcheol, the training tyrant, would become the poster child for gentle parenting.”

Seungcheol scoffed, turning to Jeonghan with a mock glare. “A monster? Really? You’re one to talk,” he protested, crossing his arms but unable to suppress the grin threatening to break through.

Jeonghan just laughed, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I’m just stating the facts. Besides, we all know you wouldn’t be half as patient if it weren’t for her.”

Seungcheol glanced across the room where you were now helping Wontae into the tiger onesie, a soft smile crossing his face. The room buzzed with laughter and warmth, the chaos of their little family perfectly imperfect.

*

Seungcheol woke up a bit late this morning, the warm glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. A soft smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of his family already gathered at the dining table for breakfast. The sound of Wontae’s cheerful voice filled the room when he spotted his dad entering.

“Appa!” Wontae called out with excitement, his tiny hands waving eagerly. Seungcheol walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Wontae’s head before his eyes found Wonna, cradled in your arms, contentedly finishing her second bottle of the day.

“Wonna Wonna~ did you sleep well, my princess?” Seungcheol cooed, his heart melting at the sight of his daughter’s chubby cheeks. Wonna wriggled in your embrace, her eyes lighting up as she recognized her father’s voice.

“You had breakfast, love?” Seungcheol’s gaze shifted to you, his tone laced with concern. You shook your head with a soft smile. “I was waiting for you.”

He grinned, taking Wonna gently from your arms. “I’ll play with Wonna for a bit. Go have your breakfast.”

You nodded, appreciating his thoughtful gesture, and sat down to enjoy breakfast with Wontae. After some quality playtime with Wonna and tucking her back into her crib for a nap, Seungcheol returned to the dining room. By then, Wontae had retreated to his bedroom, engrossed in the toys his uncles had gifted him.

“Wontae loves Mingyu’s gift,” Seungcheol said with a chuckle, recalling how his son had immediately fallen in love with the plush corgi toy Mingyu had brought him. It was amusing how Wontae adored anything Mingyu gave, no matter what it was.

You laughed as you finished your meal. “Of course he does. He’s your son, after all. It makes sense he’d have a special bond with Mingyu.”

Seungcheol joined in your laughter, the sound warm and genuine. “Thanks, love,” he said when you placed a steaming bowl of rice and soup in front of him.

“Is your head still dizzy?” you asked, sitting beside him to keep him company while he ate.

He sighed, a touch of guilt crossing his features. “Not as much, but I really need to cut down on my drinking.” A rueful smile followed. “I still don’t get how you don’t drink at all—not even a beer.”

You smiled, amused by his amazement. “The last time I drank was before I got pregnant with Wontae,” you reminded him. Seungcheol’s eyes widened as the memory came rushing back—it had been at Joshua’s birthday party.

“Right!” he said, letting out a soft chuckle at the recollection.

Before he could say more, Wontae’s voice rang out, echoing through the hallway. “Eomma! Come here!” He came running into the dining room, eyes sparkling with excitement as he tugged at your hand, eager for you to join him in his room.

“How about we stay here and keep Appa company while he finishes eating?” you suggested gently, but Wontae shook his head, determination written all over his little face.

“No! I want to show you my drawing!” he insisted, practically bouncing on his feet. “Uncle Chan gave me crayons, and there are so many colors! Even five different blues!”

You exchanged a knowing look with Seungcheol, your heart swelling at Wontae’s joy. “Alright, let’s see your masterpiece,” you said, getting up and giving Seungcheol a reassuring smile before following your son.

Five minutes later, you returned to the dining room, barely suppressing your laughter. Seungcheol had just finished eating and looked up, curiosity piqued by your expression.

“You should see what he’s done in there,” you said, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What did he do this time?”

“You need to see it for yourself,” you urged, playfully nudging him in the direction of Wontae’s room. “I’ll take care of the dishes.”

With a grin, Seungcheol pushed back his chair, eager to see what kind of adventure awaited him in his son’s room.

Seungcheol opened Wontae's room and was greeted by the sight of his son enthusiastically coloring in his new book, using the crayons Chan had gifted him. The vibrant hues danced across the pages, a mix of scribbles and childlike shapes. Wontae’s eyes lit up when he noticed his father standing at the door. He bounded over, grabbing Seungcheol’s hand and pulling him toward his little art corner.

“Look, Appa! I drew a rock!” Wontae exclaimed, pride beaming from his small face.

Seungcheol’s eyes followed Wontae’s pointing finger until they landed on the wall. Oh my god. There, on the freshly painted surface, was a child’s drawing—a colorful depiction of what was presumably a rock, sketched in bold crayon strokes.

He froze, processing the situation. So this was why you had insisted he see it for himself. He could practically hear the smile in your voice when you said it.

“You drew on the wall?” he asked, keeping his voice as steady as possible.

Wontae nodded innocently. “But Eomma said it’s better to draw on the coloring book, so now I draw here. But sometimes it gets boring, Appa!”

Seungcheol felt a wave of relief wash over him. So you caught him and told him to stop. Thank god.

He closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to quell the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Remember, Seungcheol, they don’t know better. They don’t understand how much work it is to paint a wall.

“Yes, your eomma is right. Drawing on your coloring book is best.” He sat down on the floor beside Wontae, the urge to scold replaced by the desire to guide. “Show me more of your drawings here.”

Wontae beamed at the invitation, plopping down next to his father and eagerly flipping through the pages of his coloring book. Seungcheol couldn’t help but smile as he watched his son’s eyes sparkle with excitement, oblivious to any worry or consequence.

Every time Seungcheol’s eyes strayed to the drawing on the wall, a chuckle escaped his lips. It was ridiculous! He wanted to be mad, really mad, but he just couldn’t muster it. “You know you shouldn’t draw on the wall, right?” he asked his son, carefully suppressing the instinct to say, “I just painted that! Why did you draw on it?!” in a booming voice that would only frighten the boy. He took a deep breath, holding back the frustration that threatened to spill out.

Wontae looked up at his father’s face, his eyes wide with curiosity as he noticed something unusual. “Why is your face red, Appa?” he asked, putting down his crayon and reaching up with his tiny hands to cup Seungcheol’s flushed cheeks. Seungcheol let out another soft chuckle, his anger melting further.

“You know Appa loves this house, right?” Seungcheol said, his tone remaining gentle and warm.

Wontae nodded, his little head bobbing earnestly.

“No one in this house draws on the walls because Appa worked hard to keep them nice and clean,” Seungcheol explained, still smiling softly despite the chaos inside him.

Wontae bit his lip, his eyes beginning to glisten with tears. “Are you mad at me for drawing on the wall?” His voice trembled as he spoke, and Seungcheol’s heart lurched. Panic surged through him—he was the one who felt like crying, not his son!

“I didn’t say I’m mad at you,” Seungcheol said quickly.

“But your face says it…” Wontae mumbled, the quiver in his voice growing more pronounced.

Oh no. Shit.

“Eommaaaa!” Wontae suddenly burst out, tears streaming down his cheeks as he ran toward you. Seungcheol’s eyes darted to the doorway where you were standing, suppressing a smile as you scooped up your tearful son into your arms.

“Why? What happened?” you asked Wontae in a whisper, stroking his back to soothe him.

“Your father wasn’t mad at you, was he?” you asked softly, glancing over at Seungcheol with a knowing smile. “Did he shout at you?” Wontae shook his head, hiccupping as he clung to your shoulder.

“No,” Wontae admitted, his sobs quieting as you continued to comfort him.

“He was just talking to you,” you reassured him, casting Seungcheol a gentle, supportive look.

Seungcheol groaned internally, a mix of confusion and self-reproach. He thought he’d nailed it—the gentle parenting that you both had worked so hard to practice. Yet here was his son, still able to sense the tension in his expression, and hurt by it despite the lack of yelling or scolding.

Seungcheol sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat back on his heels. “We’re on this stage now,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

You glanced at him, raising a brow. “What stage?”

“The threenager stage,” Seungcheol said, his tone carrying both exasperation and amusement. “I read about it somewhere. It’s when kids start acting like teenagers—rebelling, pushing boundaries, testing their parents’ patience. Wontae’s only three, but he already knows how to push all my buttons.”

You laughed softly, shifting Wontae in your arms as his sniffles subsided. “It’s not rebellion, Seungcheol. It’s curiosity. He’s learning, exploring his emotions, and figuring out how far he can go.”

“Exploring his emotions by drawing on my freshly painted wall?” Seungcheol deadpanned, though a small smile tugged at his lips. He wasn’t truly upset anymore—not when Wontae was looking up at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Exactly,” you teased, setting Wontae back down on the floor. “It’s frustrating, but it’s normal. And you handled it really well, by the way.”

Seungcheol tilted his head, raising a skeptical brow. “I did?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, giving him an encouraging smile. “You didn’t yell or scare him. You explained things calmly. That’s the kind of parenting that sticks with them, Seungcheol. He’ll remember this.”

Seungcheol glanced at Wontae, who had returned to his coloring book but kept sneaking shy glances at his father. He felt a wave of warmth wash over him, mingled with pride and relief. I can do this, he thought. Even when it’s tough, I can do this.

“Okay, buddy,” Seungcheol said, crouching down to Wontae’s level. “Let’s make a deal. No more drawing on the walls, okay? If you want to draw something big, we’ll find some paper or maybe a special board just for you. How does that sound?”

Wontae’s face lit up at the idea. “A special board? Really?”

“Really,” Seungcheol promised, ruffling his son’s hair. “But only if you promise no more wall art.”

“I promise, Appa!” Wontae beamed, holding up his pinky. Seungcheol chuckled and locked his pinky with his son’s, sealing the deal.

You watched the exchange with a fond smile, stepping closer to place a hand on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “See? You’re doing great.”

Seungcheol exhaled deeply, his smile widening. “Thanks, love. I guess I just need to remember to breathe. And to hide all the crayons.”

You both laughed softly, and for a moment, the chaos felt a little more manageable.

*

"One… Two… Three…" Seungcheol’s voice was steady as he counted while Chan, drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth to finish his push-up set. His arms trembled, and his face was etched with exhaustion, but he pushed through, determined to complete the punishment.

The door to the practice room swung open, and the rest of the group filed in, their faces a mix of confusion and amusement as they took in the scene. Seungcheol stood towering over Chan, arms crossed, while the youngest member struggled through the exercise. It was a far cry from what anyone had expected when they read Seungcheol's early-morning text asking Chan to come to the practice room an hour ahead of schedule.

"What’s going on here?" Joshua asked, barely hiding his amusement as he watched Chan squirm on the floor.

"Ten!" Seungcheol finished his count, clapping his hands in exaggerated applause. He smirked as Chan collapsed onto the floor, utterly spent. "That’s ten sets done—one hundred push-ups. Congratulations, Chan. That’s what you get for giving my son those crayons."

Chan’s pout was instant. "It’s not fair! It’s your son who drew on the wall. Why am I the one getting punished?" His voice was full of indignation, though it lacked the energy to be truly effective.

Mingyu burst into laughter, doubling over as realization dawned. "Wait, wait—Wontae drew all over the wall with the crayons Chan gave him? That’s hilarious!" He clutched his sides, nearly toppling over from laughing so hard.

Jeonghan, leaning casually against the doorframe, nodded in mock agreement. "Honestly, it makes sense. Seungcheol’s a gentle appa with Wontae—there’s no way he’d punish his precious son for something like this." He shot Chan a teasing grin. "But you? Yeah, I’d do the same if I were Seungcheol."

Chan groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face. "This is so unfair!" he whined, his voice muffled. "I’m the innocent one here! Gentle appa is a fraud—he’s evil!"

Seungcheol couldn’t hold back his chuckle as he crouched down to look at Chan. "Gentle appa does exist," he said with a smirk, "but only for Wontae. You and your crayons? You’re a different story."

"See?" Jeonghan said, straightening up. "I told you. Seungcheol’s priorities are clear."

Chan sat up, still sulking. "Unfair. So unfair." He shot a glance at the others, hoping for sympathy, but all he got were amused grins and stifled laughter.

"Hey," Joshua added, chuckling softly, "at least now you know not to mess with Wontae’s creative genius—or his dad’s freshly painted walls."

Mingyu clapped Chan on the back, nearly knocking him over again. "Think of it as a lesson in self-sacrifice. You helped foster Wontae’s artistic side. That’s a win, right?"

Chan groaned louder, flopping onto the floor in defeat, while Seungcheol leaned against the wall with a triumphant grin. "Alright, everyone. Lesson’s over. Let’s get to practice before he starts crying for real."

"So unfair!"