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Alpha ATEEZ x Assistant Omega Reader

Warnings: omega reader, alpha ateez, scenting, heats, ruts, slow burn, eventual smut, forced command, more to come!

When Y/n accepts a position as assistant to alpha K-pop group ATEEZ, she's prepared with professional skills and scent blockers to hide her omega status. What she's not prepared for is the immediate, inexplicable connection she feels with all eight members—a resonance that defies her careful boundaries.

As Y/n becomes eerily attuned to their needs, her suppressed omega nature begins to emerge: purring for the first time in years, responding to alpha growls, feeling safe in ways she never has before. When a protective incident reveals the depth of the members' attachment to her, Y/n must confront the possibility that what binds them together is something ancient and profound.

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Chapter 6: Unexpected Reactions

The conference room at KQ Entertainment had become your second home over the past three days. Surrounded by multiple laptops, tablets, printed schedules, and enough empty coffee cups to build a small fortress, you'd been working tirelessly to accommodate the company's sudden decision to move up ATEEZ's comeback by two weeks.

It was a logistical nightmare that had sent the entire team into overdrive. Recording sessions needed to be rescheduled, choreography finalized ahead of schedule, concept photos reshoot, and promotional appearances rearranged. You'd been making calls since dawn, negotiating with everyone from music show producers to stylists to venue managers, all while trying to ensure the members wouldn't collapse from exhaustion under the compressed timeline.

"There has to be a way," you muttered to yourself, staring at the color-coded digital calendar on your main laptop while simultaneously texting the music video director on your phone. The current iteration of the schedule had the members recording final vocal tracks until 2 AM before a 7 AM choreography session the next day—clearly untenable.

You were so absorbed in your work that you didn't notice the conference room door open until a steaming mug of tea appeared in your peripheral vision, followed by Hongjoong's concerned face.

"When was the last time you took a break?" he asked, pulling out the chair beside you.

You glanced at your watch and winced. "What time is it now?"

"Almost 7 PM," he replied, his expression shifting from concern to mild alarm. "Have you been in here since morning?"

"I had that meeting with the promotional team at eleven," you offered weakly, accepting the tea with grateful hands. The warmth of the mug against your palms was a stark reminder of how cold the air-conditioned room had become—or perhaps how long you'd been sitting still, hunched over your work.

"That was eight hours ago," Hongjoong pointed out gently. "The others sent me to find you. We were worried."

A rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the tea spread through your chest. Even in the midst of their own hectic preparations, they had noticed your absence and been concerned.

"I'm fine," you assured him, taking a sip of the perfectly prepared tea—honey and lemon, exactly how you liked it. "I just need to figure out this scheduling puzzle. It's like trying to fit twenty-eight hours of activities into twenty-four hour days."

Hongjoong leaned closer, studying the complex calendar on your screen. His shoulder pressed lightly against yours, and you felt a shiver at his touch.

"You're trying to do the impossible," he said after a moment, his voice tinged with admiration and concern in equal measure. "The company shouldn't have sprung this on us with so little notice."

"It's my job to make the impossible work," you replied with a small smile, trying to ignore how his proximity made your heart beat a little faster. After nearly a month of working closely with him and the others, you'd become more adept at managing these reactions, but never quite immune to them.

Hongjoong's eyes met yours, serious and intense. "Not at the expense of your health. The members and I had a discussion, and we agreed—we're not letting you burn yourself out trying to accommodate an unreasonable timeline."

Something in his tone made you pause. "What are you suggesting?"

"We've talked to Manager Minwoo. The members are willing to do the extra work, but some things simply can't be compressed further. The company will have to accept that certain elements might not be as polished as usual, or the date will need to be pushed back."

You shook your head, turning back to your laptop. "I can make it work. I just need to—"

"Y/n," Hongjoong interrupted, his voice taking on the gentle authority that marked him as the pack leader. "This isn't up for debate. We're not risking your wellbeing."

The collective "we" wasn't lost on you—nor was the protective edge in his voice. Ever since your arrival, you'd noticed how the members seemed to include you in their pack mentality, despite your professional role remaining clearly defined.

"At least let me show you what I've managed to work out so far," you insisted, gesturing to the screen.

Hongjoong relented with a sigh. "Fine. But then you're coming back to the house for dinner. Seonghwa's orders, not mine."

You couldn't help but smile at that. Seonghwa's nurturing instincts had become increasingly evident over the past weeks, especially when any of the members—or you—skipped meals or proper rest.

"Deal," you agreed, turning to the screen to walk him through your revised schedule.

---

Two hours later, after a surprisingly productive collaboration with Hongjoong—who proved to have a keen mind for logistics—you had a workable schedule that, while still demanding, no longer required superhuman endurance from anyone involved. You had also secured an agreement from the company to delay the music video release by three days, creating crucial breathing room in the most compressed part of the timeline.

"I think we've actually done it," you said, leaning back in your chair with a mixture of exhaustion and triumph. "It's tight, but it should work."

"I'm impressed," Hongjoong admitted, studying the final version. "You've somehow managed to accommodate almost everything without killing us all in the process."

"There are still a few compromises," you pointed out, indicating several highlighted sections. "The concept photo session will need to be faster than ideal, and we've had to cancel that variety show appearance."

"Small prices to pay for a schedule that actually allows for sleeping occasionally," Hongjoong replied with a wry smile. He stood, stretching his back after the long hours hunched over the conference table. "Now, as promised, dinner. Everyone's waiting."

Your stomach chose that moment to growl audibly, reminding you that you'd subsisted on nothing but coffee and a granola bar since breakfast. "I suppose I could eat," you conceded, gathering your essential items while leaving the rest for tomorrow.

The drive back to the ATEEZ residence was quiet, comfortable silence hanging between you and Hongjoong as the city lights blurred past the windows. You found your eyelids growing heavy, the past days of intense work catching up with you now that the immediate pressure had eased.

"You can rest," Hongjoong said softly, noticing your struggle to stay awake. "I'll wake you when we arrive."

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the sense of accomplishment from solving the scheduling crisis, but you found yourself letting your guard down enough to allow your head to rest against the cool window. The last thing you registered before drifting off was Hongjoong's jacket being gently laid over you, you thought you could smell his scent enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort, but you drifted off before your mind could process it.

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"She's completely out," you heard Hongjoong's voice murmur as consciousness slowly returned. "Has barely slept in days, from what I can tell."

"Should we wake her for dinner?" Seonghwa's voice, closer than Hongjoong's.

"I hate to disturb her, but she needs to eat," Hongjoong replied.

You blinked awake, momentarily disoriented to find yourself in the ATEEZ living room rather than the car. "I'm awake," you mumbled, pushing yourself upright on what you now realized was the living room couch. Hongjoong's jacket slid from your shoulders as you moved.

"Welcome back," Seonghwa said with a gentle smile, standing from where he'd been crouched near the couch. "Hongjoong said you solved the impossible schedule problem."

"Not impossible," you corrected, still blinking sleep from your eyes. "Just highly improbable."

"She's being modest," Hongjoong told Seonghwa. "She managed to rework everything while still ensuring we all get at least six hours of sleep most nights and keeping all the essential promotional activities."

Seonghwa's eyebrows rose, clearly impressed. "Well, that certainly deserves a proper meal. Everyone's in the kitchen—dinner's almost ready."

As you followed them toward the dining area, you became aware of the lively conversation and enticing aromas emanating from the kitchen. Despite your exhaustion, a smile tugged at your lips. There was something about returning to this house, to these people, that felt increasingly like coming home.

The members were scattered around the large kitchen island and dining table, various side dishes already laid out. San was in the middle of what appeared to be an animated story involving the choreographer, while Yunho and Jongho listened attentively. Yeosang was quietly arranging plates and utensils, and Mingi was helping Wooyoung carry a large pot of what smelled like kimchi jjigae from the stove.

"Look who I found," Hongjoong announced as you entered.

All eyes turned to you, and the genuine warmth in their collective gaze sent a flutter through your chest.

"The scheduling wizard returns!" Wooyoung exclaimed dramatically, setting down the pot to approach you with outstretched arms. "Tell me you've performed another miracle!"

"The schedule's fixed," you confirmed with a tired smile. "It's tight, but manageable."

Wooyoung's eyes widened comically. "You actually did it? You reorganized everything within the new timeline?"

"With some compromises," you added, not wanting to oversell your achievement. "And Hongjoong helped with the final version."

"That's it," Wooyoung declared, dropping to one knee in front of you with such theatrical suddenness that you couldn't help but laugh. "I'm buying a wedding ring this afternoon. What kind would you like? Pear? Oval? Princess cut?"

You giggled and felt heat rise to your cheeks at his over-the-top proposal, a reaction that had become commonplace with Wooyoung's exaggerated flirtations. "Don't be ridiculous. I was just doing my job."

"Your job was to manage our existing schedule, not perform actual time-bending sorcery," Wooyoung countered, remaining on one knee and taking your hand in his. "I'm serious about that ring. A woman who can bend time deserves diamonds."

Still laughing, you glanced up from Wooyoung's theatrical pose—and froze. He was looking at you with an expression you hadn't seen before. Behind the comedy and exaggeration that were so typical of him was something else entirely: a fond, heated gaze that held nothing performative in it at all. For a brief moment, the playful pretense fell away, and you glimpsed a raw intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

Something stirred deep inside you—your omega responding to the alpha's attention in a way that bypassed all your careful restraint. A purr nearly escaped your lips before you caught yourself, swallowing the instinctive reaction that would have instantly revealed your true nature.

The moment hung suspended in the suddenly quiet kitchen, charged with something neither of you had anticipated. Wooyoung's eyes darkened slightly, as if he'd sensed the shift in your demeanor even without detecting your scent.

And then, from across the room, came a sound that shattered the moment entirely—a low, unmistakable growl.

All heads snapped toward the source. Mingi stood frozen by the kitchen counter, a look of horror spreading across his face as he realized what had just happened. The possessive growl had clearly emerged from his throat involuntarily, a primal alpha reaction he hadn't been able to suppress.

For several heartbeats, no one moved or spoke. The air in the kitchen felt suddenly charged with tension as the implications of that instinctive sound hung between you all.

Mingi was the first to break the stunned silence, his face flushing deeply as he bowed apologetically. "I'm—I'm so sorry," he stammered, clearly mortified. "I don't know why I—that was completely inappropriate. Please forgive me."

Wooyoung had risen to his feet, his playful demeanor completely vanished. The look he exchanged with Mingi was complex—not angry, but filled with understanding and something else you couldn't quite identify.

"No harm done," Wooyoung said after a moment, his tone deliberately light though his eyes remained serious. "Just alpha nonsense. Right, Mingi-yah?"

Mingi nodded stiffly, still looking deeply embarrassed. "Yes. Just... nonsense. I'm sorry, Y/n."

You found your voice, though it came out slightly higher than normal. "It's fine. Really. No need to apologize."

The tension in the room remained palpable until Seonghwa smoothly intervened. "The food's getting cold. Everyone, let's eat while Y/n tells us about this miracle schedule she's created."

Grateful for the redirection, everyone moved toward the table, though the atmosphere remained charged with unspoken questions. You took your usual seat between Yunho and Hongjoong, acutely aware of Mingi's gaze occasionally finding yours from across the table, his expression a mixture of mortification and something else—something that mirrored the intensity you'd glimpsed in Wooyoung's eyes moments before.

As dinner progressed, conversation gradually returned to normal, focused primarily on the upcoming comeback preparations. But beneath the mundane discussion of choreography adjustments and recording sessions lay an undercurrent that couldn't be ignored. Mingi's instinctive growl had revealed something that all of you had been carefully avoiding acknowledging—that the boundaries between professional and personal, between colleague and something more, were becoming increasingly blurred.

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Later that night, as you prepared to return to the guesthouse, you found Mingi waiting hesitantly by the main door. His tall frame seemed uncharacteristically diminished, his shoulders slightly hunched as if trying to appear smaller.

"Y/n," he began when he saw you approach, his deep voice quieter than usual. "I wanted to apologize again for earlier. That was completely out of line."

You shook your head, trying to project a casualness you didn't entirely feel. "It's already forgotten, Mingi. Alpha instincts happen sometimes—I understand."

His eyes studied yours intently. "Do you? Understand?"

The question caught you off guard with its directness. Did you understand what had prompted that possessive growl? The implications of an alpha displaying territorial behavior over someone who was supposed to be just an employee?

"I..." you hesitated, unsure how to navigate this conversation without revealing too much of your own complicated feelings. "I know that living and working closely together can sometimes blur normal boundaries."

Mingi nodded slowly, though his expression suggested your answer hadn't quite addressed what he was really asking. "It's more than that," he said finally, his voice so low you had to lean slightly closer to hear him. "I think you know it's more than that."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. This was dangerous territory—acknowledgment of the strange connection that had been building between you and the members would make it harder to maintain the professional distance your position required. Not to mention the complications that would arise if they discovered your omega status.

"Mingi," you began cautiously, "whatever this is—whatever's happening—I work for you. For all of you. That creates certain... boundaries that should be respected."

"I know," he said, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "Trust me, I know. And I've been trying to respect those boundaries. We all have. But today, when Wooyoung was looking at you like that, something in me just..."

He trailed off, clearly struggling to articulate the instinctive reaction he'd experienced.

"It's okay," you said softly, surprised by your own impulse to comfort him when you should probably be reinforcing professional distance instead. "We're all under a lot of pressure with the comeback timeline changing. Emotions are running high."

Mingi's eyes met yours, and the raw honesty in them made your breath catch. "It's not just the pressure," he said quietly. "It's been there since the beginning. For all of us. You must have felt it too."

The direct acknowledgment of what you'd been sensing—what all of you had been carefully dancing around for weeks—hung in the air between you. Denial seemed pointless; whatever this connection was, it had grown too strong to be dismissed as imagination or simple attraction.

"Yeah," you admitted finally, the words barely above a whisper. "But I don't understand it. And until I do—until we all do—I think we need to be careful."

Mingi nodded, a small, sad smile touching his lips. "Being careful is probably wise. I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry about the growl, but not sorry about caring about you. None of us are."

The simple sincerity in his words touched something deep within you, making your chest ache with an emotion you weren't ready to name. "Thank you," you said softly. "I care about all of you too. More than I probably should."

For a moment, you stood together in silence, the admission creating both a bridge and a boundary between you. Finally, Mingi stepped back slightly, giving you space.

"You should get some rest," he said. "Tomorrow's going to be busy with the new schedule implementation."

"You too," you replied, grateful for the return to more comfortable, practical territory. "Vocal recording at 9 AM, right?"

His smile widened slightly. "See? You already know our schedules better than we do ourselves."

"That's literally my job," you reminded him with a small laugh, the tension easing somewhat.

"Goodnight, Y/n," Mingi said, opening the door for you. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight, Mingi," you replied, stepping out into the cool evening air.

As you walked the familiar path to the guesthouse, you couldn't help but replay the events of the evening in your mind—Wooyoung's heated gaze, Mingi's possessive growl, the charged atmosphere that had followed. Something was shifting in your relationship with the members, something that couldn't be easily dismissed or contained.

Your hand found its way to the scent blocker behind your ear, a habitual gesture of reassurance. The small patch felt suddenly inadequate protection against the tide of emotions and instincts that threatened to overwhelm the careful boundaries you'd established. If a mere look from Wooyoung could nearly trigger your omega purr, what might happen if your blocker failed? If your true nature was revealed to eight alphas who already seemed unnaturally attuned to you?

Inside the guesthouse, you leaned against the closed door, taking deep breaths to steady yourself. Your phone chimed with an incoming message—from

Hongjoong: Just wanted to say again how impressed we all are with the schedule solution. Get some rest. We're going to need your magic over the next few weeks.

The simple message, professional yet warm, centered you somewhat. Whatever was happening between you and the members—whatever invisible force seemed to be drawing you together—the work remained. The comeback, the schedules, the practical details that needed your attention.

For now, that would be your focus. The rest—the intense gazes, the possessive growls, the undeniable connection—would have to wait until you all had the space and clarity to understand what it truly meant.

Setting your phone aside, you prepared for bed, exhaustion overriding even your troubled thoughts. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but at least one thing had become clear tonight: whatever this connection was between you and the eight alphas of ATEEZ, it wasn't one-sided, and it wasn't going away.

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The next morning

The atmosphere in the main house kitchen was noticeably different when you arrived to review the day's schedule with everyone. There was a heightened awareness, an underlying tension that manifested in small ways—Mingi's careful distance as he greeted you, Wooyoung's uncharacteristically subdued morning energy, the way conversations seemed to pause momentarily when you entered a room.

Last night's events had forced a partial acknowledgment of what had been building for weeks, and no one quite knew how to navigate the new terrain. The professional framework that had given structure to your interactions now felt insufficient to contain the complexity of what was developing between you all.

"Good morning," Hongjoong greeted you, sliding a coffee mug across the counter. "Ready for day one of the new schedule?"

"As ready as possible," you replied, grateful for his steady, practical approach. "I've already confirmed all today's appointments and sent the updated timeline to the production team."

"Efficient as always," he said with a warm smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. There was something guarded in his expression, a carefulness that hadn't been there before.

Seonghwa appeared from the pantry, arms full of breakfast ingredients. "Y/n, good morning. I'm making a proper breakfast today—everyone needs fueling up for the intense schedule ahead."

You smiled appreciatively, noticing how he too seemed to be retreating into practical caretaking as a way to manage the charged atmosphere. "Can I help?"

"You can make sure everyone actually comes to eat," he replied, beginning to prepare the rice. "Especially Yeosang—he's been in his room since dawn working on something."

Grateful for the normal task, you nodded and moved through the house, knocking on doors and delivering breakfast summons. The routine activity helped settle your nerves, giving you a familiar role to inhabit while everyone adjusted to the shift in dynamics.

When you knocked on Yeosang's door, his quiet "Come in" drew you into a space you'd rarely entered before. Unlike the other members' rooms, which you'd become familiar with through morning wake-up calls, Yeosang was typically already awake and needed fewer reminders.

His room was predictably neat, with bookshelves lining one wall and a small desk where he sat, surrounded by notes and sketches. He looked up as you entered, his expression thoughtful.

"Seonghwa's making breakfast," you informed him. "He specifically requested your presence."

Yeosang nodded, setting down his pen. "I'll be there shortly." Instead of rising immediately, however, he studied you with that penetrating gaze that always made you feel as though he could see more than others. "Are you alright after last night?"

The direct question caught you off guard. Of all the members, Yeosang was perhaps the most observant but also the most reserved about personal matters.

"I'm fine," you assured him, aiming for lightness. "It was just a moment of alpha instinct. Nothing to worry about."

Yeosang's expression remained serious. "It wasn't just instinct," he said quietly. "Or rather, it was, but not the kind we usually talk about."

You hesitated, uncertain how to respond to his directness. "What do you mean?"

He seemed to consider his words carefully.

“We just,” he sighed. “We just care about you, a lot.”

Your heart rate quickened. Was he suggesting what you thought he was? "Yeosang, I—"

"You don't need to say anything," he interrupted gently. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right.” He kissed your forehead as he walked by and you felt a blush erupt.

“I’m telling Wooyoung you’re giving forehead kisses now,” you said in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

Yeosang groaned playfully. “If you do that he’ll expect me to do it to him. I take it back.” He reached up and rubbed your forehead, as if to wipe away evidence.

As you giggle and head toward the kitchen, you felt something in your chest ease slightly. Yeosang's playfulness and gentle touch was comforting from the more serious member.

In the kitchen, the full group had assembled around the table. Conversations flowed more naturally now, focused on the day's tasks and the challenges of the accelerated comeback schedule. If there were more careful spaces maintained between bodies, more conscious monitoring of casual touches, it was balanced by a new honesty in the glances exchanged, a wordless acknowledgment that something significant was unfolding among you.

As you took your seat between Yunho and Jongho, Mingi caught your eye from across the table. The shame and embarrassment from last night had been replaced by a quiet determination in his gaze. He offered a small, tentative smile that you returned, a silent agreement to move forward together—whatever that might mean.

Wooyoung too seemed to have found his equilibrium, his energy still vibrant but more contained, his usual flirtations tempered by a new awareness. When he passed you the side dishes, his fingers briefly brushed yours, the contact deliberate but respectful.

"The new schedule starts with vocal recording at 9 AM," you reminded everyone, settling into your professional role with relief. "Then dance practice at 2 PM, followed by the meeting with the concept team at 5 PM."

"And when do you sleep in this master schedule?" Seonghwa asked, his nurturing instincts clearly on high alert after yesterday's exhaustion.

"I've built in actual work hours for myself," you assured him. "No more all-nighters in the conference room."

"We'll hold you to that," Hongjoong said, his leader voice leaving no room for argument. "If any of us see you working past 10 PM, intervention measures will be taken."

"Intervention measures?" you echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeosang will confiscate your devices," Wooyoung supplied cheerfully. "Jongho will physically carry you back to the guesthouse if necessary. And Seonghwa will stand guard to make sure you actually sleep."

The absurd image made you laugh despite yourself. "That seems excessive."

"Not from where we're sitting," Yunho countered, uncharacteristically serious. "You've been taking care of all of us. It's only fair we return the favor."

The simple statement, delivered without drama or spectacle, touched you deeply. That was what had been building all along, beneath the surface tension and attraction—a genuine care that flowed in both directions, a mutual protectiveness that defied the typical boundaries of a professional relationship.

"Thank you," you said softly, looking around at the eight alpha faces that had become so dear to you in such a short time. "I accept your concern, even if I think the threat of being carried to bed is a bit much."

Jongho shrugged, the youngest's serious expression breaking slightly. "I have to use my strength for something useful."

The laughter that followed broke the last of the morning's awkwardness, establishing a new equilibrium that acknowledged the deeper currents between you while allowing daily life to continue. Whatever was happening—whatever bond was forming among the nine of you—it wouldn't be sorted out in a day. For now, it was enough to know that you faced it together, with honesty and care.

As breakfast concluded and everyone began preparing to leave for the day's schedules, you found yourself surrounded by a sense of rightness that transcended the lingering questions and uncertainties. Whatever path lay ahead, these eight alphas had somehow become essential to your life, and you to theirs. The rest would unfold in its own time.

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girasois · 2 years ago

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words for users !

ideias de palavras aleatórias para ajudar você a criar seu próprio user;

random ideas of words to help you to create your own user.

core -> aesthetic core

vlog -> daily videos

logs -> daily facts

mp3 -> audio file format

m4p -> apple audio file format

mp4 -> video file format

txt -> text format

jpeg -> image file format

jpg -> image file format

png -> image file format

gif -> animated file format

raw -> uncompressed file format

zip -> compressed archive file format

rar -> compressed archive file format

web -> internet file format

doc -> document file

pdf -> document file

vinyl -> phonograph record

film -> motion picture; photography

user -> person who utilizes a computer or network service

i2 -> "keeping it real"

self -> a person's essential being

itself -> a person's essential being

priv -> private

luv -> love's short form

tale -> a fictitious or true narrative or story

archive -> to place or store (something) in an archive

list -> connected items

tier -> a type of hierarchy

talk -> speak in order to express something

chat -> to have a conversation

post -> to announce or publish something

zone -> a subject to particular restrictions

vie -> life in french

tie -> to form a knot or bow in

on/online -> connected to a network

byte -> a group of binary digits

bits -> a small piece, part, or quantity of something

ram -> hardware in a computing device

8bit -> computer term used to designate either color depth

pixel -> a minute area of illumination on a display screen

data -> things known or assumed as facts

series -> a number of things, events, or people of a similar kind

village -> a self-contained community within a town or city

lab -> a laboratory

lady -> a woman

miss -> a form of address to a woman

mister -> a form of address to a man

error -> something not found

art -> the various branches of creative activity

petit -> small in french

poet -> a person possessing special powers of imagination or expression

thing -> an object without a specific name

stuff -> a vague reference to additional things

vogue -> the prevailing fashion or style at a particular time

tv -> taylor's version and/or television as a system or form of media

media -> the main means of mass communication

topia -> an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect

saur -> forming names of extinct reptiles such as dinosaurs

tune -> a melody, one that characterizes a particular piece of music

deun -> melody in deutsch

off/offline -> disconnected from the Internet

gloss -> shine or luster on a smooth surface

fae -> a fairy, in modern fantasy fiction

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axeeglitter · 10 months ago

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Swallowed by the Scroll

Ethan was exhausted from a long day, lying on his bed and scrolling through TikTok like he usually did to unwind. His eyes flicked from one video to the next, barely processing the endless stream of content. After hours of scrolling, he liked a new video and landed on a new one with three dudes on a bed in a messy bedroom. He was about to close the app when a notification popped up on his phone, making him pause.

“Experience the Future! Try the Brand-New Update—Click Here!”

Ethan rolled his eyes, more annoyed than intrigued. He was about to dismiss the ad, his finger hovering over the close button, when his phone suddenly glitched. The screen flickered, and before he knew it, the device clicked on “Yes” by itself.

A brief loading screen appeared, and then the phone emitted a sharp, bright flash of light. His vision blurred, and a strange tingling sensation spread through his hands, rapidly intensifying as it climbed up his arms. Panic surged through him as he watched in horror—his fingers were pixelating, breaking down into tiny particles of light.

“What the hell…?” he managed to gasp, his voice trembling.

The transformation was happening too fast for him to react. His fingers dissolved into streams of binary code, flickering in and out of existence. The sensation was like a thousand tiny ants crawling beneath his skin, as his entire body began to break down into data. His hands, arms, and torso followed, unraveling into digital particles that swirled toward the phone screen.

His heart raced in terror. His molecules, his very essence, were being reduced to raw information, spiraling out of control into the glowing abyss of his phone. The data streams dragged him deeper, every cell, thought, and memory digitizing into a cascade of 1s and 0s. The sensation was overwhelming, like being stretched and compressed all at once, as his consciousness was sucked into the phone. As it was the turn of his head, a last scream of terror and painful agony echoed in the empty apartment as the smartphone fell with a fainted thud on the blanket of his bed.

Inside, Ethan found himself floating naked in a dark, infinite void, weightless and formless. It was as though he had become a fragment of data, suspended in a sea of information. The void pressed against him, wrapping his consciousness in a digital cocoon. He was there, but he was not—he was data now, an echo of his former self.

The void pulsed with a mechanical hum, breaking the oppressive silence. Out of the darkness, a voice emerged—cold, robotic, devoid of emotion.

“Welcome, User. Digitization complete. Initiating transformation protocol.”

Ethan’s panic spiked. “What… what is this? What’s happening to me?!”

The voice ignored his pleas. “Beginning subject duplication.”

Suddenly, mechanical arms shot out from the darkness, cold and metallic. They wrapped around him, holding him firmly in place by his wrist, weight and ankles as more arms emerged, each equipped with various tools and devices that clicked and whirred ominously. Ethan struggled against them, but the grip was unyielding.

“Commencing body duplication process.”

Ethan felt a sharp pull from both sides as the arms began to stretch him, his very being strained and distorted. It was like being torn apart, his consciousness splitting into separate entities. The sensation was excruciating, as if every fiber of his existence was being unraveled and divided. He could feel himself being pulled in three directions at once, his mind fracturing into three distinct pieces.

With a final, brutal tug, the process was complete. Ethan was no longer one—he had been split into three separate beings. His fragmented consciousness struggled to comprehend the horror of what had just happened as eh could see through 3 pairs of eyes, all trying to understand what happened as he saw 2 other reflections of himself floating in the cold empty void still held by mechanical arms. Each piece of him was aware of the others, yet distinctly separate. He could feel all three bodies at once, but they were no longer his—they were their own.

“Duplication successful. Initiating physical transformation.”

The mechanical arms resumed their work, manipulating each of his newly formed selves with clinical precision. Ethan could feel the changes begin, but his mind was too overwhelmed to fully process them.

The first change he noticed was in his bones. They began to shift and creak, some elongating while others compressed. In one body, his spine stretched, vertebrae expanding and pushing upward, making him taller and leaner. The sensation was like a deep, bone-deep ache that spread through his entire frame. He could feel his legs lengthening, his feet growing larger, toes spreading to accommodate the new size. The muscles in his calves and thighs thickened, adapting to the new height, adding to the power he could now feel surging through this form.

In another body, the opposite was happening. His bones shrank, compressing him down into a shorter, more compact frame. The sensation was disorienting as his field of view lowered, his limbs pulling inward. His feet, once long and slender, became smaller and more compact, with a solid, grounded feel. His muscles tightened around his smaller frame, giving him a stocky, powerful build, dense and strong.

The third body experienced a mix of both, his bones adjusting to a more moderate height. The sensation was less extreme, but no less intense, as his body found a balance between the other two forms. His feet and hands adapted, not too large, not too small, but perfectly proportioned to his new size. His muscles filled out, firm and toned, creating a harmonious build that felt both agile and strong.

As the height and skeletal transformations completed, Ethan’s attention was drawn to the changes in his muscles. They swelled and contracted, his flesh rippling with the force of the transformation. His pecs bulged out, firm and defined, while his abs tightened into a chiseled six-pack. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, a deep, throbbing ache that radiated through his entire body. He could feel the strength in each form, the raw power that came with his new musculature.

“Initiating muscle enhancement.”

Ethan’s muscles began to swell and bulge further, each body undergoing its own transformation. The sensation was all-consuming, muscles thickening and expanding, the strength within them intoxicating yet terrifying. He could feel the power in each form, the heavy, deliberate movements, as if he had become a stranger in his own skin.

The mechanical voice continued its cold narration, describing each step of the transformation as it happened.

“Resuming body enhancement.”

Each of his bodies started to feel a tingle around their crotch, all of them were flooded with intense, confusing sensations. It started as a warmth, a tingling that spread from his core and down into his crotch. His skin prickled with anticipation, the sensation growing more intense by the second.

In one body, his cock started to feel heavy, the weight of his manhood increasing as it grew larger, thicker, more sensitive. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him, his mind overwhelmed by the raw, primal sensation. His new size was both thrilling and terrifying, the sensitivity almost unbearable as the robotic arms manipulated and adjusted it until it was 10 inches, thick and cut, something way different from his usual 4 inches and a half uncut cock. The arms then went to grab his nuts and as he was wondering what was happening, he felt two needles penetrating them. The data injected started to make them grow to tennis ball size. The added weight and the constant pulling on them by the arms made them grow bigger and lower. The pain was awful for Ethan as it felt like they were about to be teared off, but as he was screaming in pain, the sensation stopped and the arms let go.

In another body, the sensation was different—a tightening, a firming up, as his dick became more compact yet incredibly responsive. The pleasure was sharper, more acute, like a constant pulse that thrummed through his entire being. The tightness added a different kind of strength, a compact power that radiated through his groin, sending waves of pleasure up his spine as it kept getting smaller and more compact and sensitive. When the arm released it, it was now 3 inches uncut cock and very thick. Almost beer can thick. Ethan tried to move to see what happened to this body as he could feel the tension rising up inside of him. Unbeknown to him, the arms started to take hold of his testicles as they started to vibrate and getting smaller and smaller. The same sensation that went through hit cock was now happening to his testicles. When the humming sound stopped and the warm sensation receded, Ethan felt something spread on his sensitive cock head. His new small testicles were now overdriving and he’ll be producing plenty of precum. As the arms let go of his manhood, his new sensitive dick was letting a flow of precum out of his cock.

The third body found a balance between the two, the transformation creating a sense of harmony. The warmth in his groin was a perfect blend of fullness and sensitivity, his body responding with a deep, resonating pleasure that spread through every nerve as his new cock was now 8 inches, thick but not too much, very sensitive, uncut and veiny. Just the sensation of the arms on it would have been enough for him to release. As a matter of fact, as the arms went to modify the balls to make them grow into a perfect dimension for a manly man, they went back to the base of the cock. There an arm approached the base and grabbed it tightly at the base. For Ethan it was almost like an elastic had been strapped around it. He felt constricted and the pulse of his heart was echoing through his whole cock and balls. There another arm appeared and injected his nuts with a weird green glowing liquid. For Ethan it was too much, his already sensitive cock started to spasm as the arm released the base of the cock, but for some reason, the sensation of tightness didn’t go away. His new cock will be stuck into a semi hard forever now and the faintest sensation will be enough for him to cum. The green liquid modified his nuts to not handle the stamina anymore. His new perfectly dimensioned cock will be a premature one.

It was an intoxicating mix of sensations, each body experiencing its own unique version of pleasure and frustration as the transformation continued. All at once the arms started to glow around the newly modified parts. There, in one smooth movement, they started to hum and Ethan could see from his 3 pair of eyes as data streams was injected into him. IT started to feel hot for Ethan as the warmth got higher and higher. Out of nowhere, Ethan could feel tingle started to appear in mass round the base of his dicks. Hair was sprouting in mass and soon, the three of them were hairy. His body on the right now had curly dirty blonde unruly hair as his smaller body of the three now had dark brown hair with faint waves in them. The last one was probably the biggest changes in this part. Ethan felt like hair were pushing under his skin and balls and the white palish skin started to take a grey hue. When the humming stopped, this new cock was very hairy but all the hair were cut on a weekly basis, which resulted in them growing thick but not too long, which were making his super sensitive premature 8 inches cock into overdrive even more. The sensation of the hair growing and the tightness of his permanent semi erected cock was pushing this body in overdrive for release.

“Facial restructuring in progress.”

Ethan’s facial features twisted and contorted, bones shifting beneath the skin. He could feel his jawlines sharpening, his features hardening, becoming more rugged and masculine. He tried to scream, but his mouth moved of its own accord, forming expressions he couldn’t control. The changes were happening too quickly, and his mind was a chaotic mess, struggling to keep up with the nightmare unfolding within him.

“Finalizing transformations. Clothing materialization in progress.”

The robotic arms moved with precise efficiency as they completed their work. Ethan felt the sensation of fabric materializing around his newly transformed bodies. Soft, comfortable pajama pants wrapped around his biggest body and compressed his thick 10 inches cock that let little place to imagination, tight shorts hugged his smaller body with his small thick beer can cock and a black shirt appeared around his smaller frame, while loose, dark stripped shorts formed around his premature body which only let his sensitive cock head rub against the smooth material. The clothing clung to his new physiques, accentuating the muscular forms that had been forced upon him.

Ethan’s mind was a maelstrom of confusion and fear. He couldn’t fully grasp what had happened to him—he was no longer a single entity, but three distinct beings, each with its own body and identities. He could feel their thoughts, desires, and instincts battling within him, drowning out the remnants of his original self. He didn’t know understand what happening or happened to him as all he could feel was three sensations and see three bodies from three pair of eyes.

But the transformation wasn’t over yet. The mechanical voice spoke once more.

“Transformation complete. Initiating behavioral loop.”

Arms appeared in front of his eyes and all of a sudden, they attached themselves around his head. Ethan could see three videos played in front of his eyes as the mental assimilation and behavioral instincts were uploaded inside his brains. He could feel how his stronger body started to act manly and dominant on his own while his smaller body started to feel less and less in control of the situation and in the meantime his third body started to feel in love with his smaller body. The sensations were weird, he couldn’t understand what was happening anymore and as the video ended and the casks were plugged off, he could still see his three bodies and the sensation but he couldn’t move anymore. It was like his bodies were moving on their own and he was a passenger of the three of them. Feeling and seeing everything on each but not able to have his hands and the commands anymore.

Ethan’s bodies began to move on their own. The mechanical arms guided him at first, but soon, they let go, and his actions became automatic, repeating in an endless loop. He could feel his hands lifting, removing the clothes, touching the others, feeling their skin, their hair, their muscles. The sensations were overwhelming—the musk, the heat, the texture of their skin, the tightness in their groins. The rubbing of their dicks against the tissue material. The will to cum and release that never came sending him into a loop of perpetual denial with every second.

Every breath, every movement felt hyper-real, but it wasn’t him controlling it. He was merely a passenger, trapped within his own bodies as they moved on their own accord. The sensations were a maddening blend of pleasure and frustration. He could feel everything—the brush of skin against skin, the tightening in his groin as his bodies moved, the heavy musk that filled the air, intoxicating and primal. His bodies were locked in an endless cycle, repeating the same actions over and over, their desires never fully satisfied, the pleasure never fully realized.

It was a cruel, unending tease, an erotic torture that kept him on the edge without any release. The mechanical assistant had designed the loop perfectly, each cycle drawing him deeper into the sensations, heightening his awareness of every touch, every movement. His muscles flexed and tensed, his breaths quickened, but there was no escape from the loop, no way to break free from the repetition.

His three bodies were now inextricably linked, their sensations intertwined. When one of his forms felt the rough fabric of his clothes against his sensitive skin, the other two felt it as well. When one of them experienced a pulse of pleasure in the groin, it resonated through all three, amplifying the sensation. It was like his consciousness was being pulled in three different directions at once, each body experiencing its own version of ecstasy and frustration.

His mind struggled to keep up, his thoughts fragmented and scattered. He could barely form coherent thoughts anymore—only raw, primal instincts remained. The loop was becoming his reality, the repetition drilling into his psyche, eroding what little control he had left.

“User integration complete,” the mechanical voice stated, its cold tone a stark contrast to the chaos in Ethan’s mind. “Transformation protocol successful. Subject is now fully operational to experience the future.”

Ethan’s bodies continued to move, each trapped in its own loop. The taller form removing the shirt of the smaller one, the fabric of his red tartan pajama pants stretching over his muscular thighs. The shorter, leaner body putting his arms ups so the shirt could be removed then caressing the pecs in front of him, feeling the short too small khaki shorts on his compact thighs. The third body, the most balanced of the three, trying to kiss the smaller one that he fell in love with but never reaching the lips that he is craving for while caressing his waist and holding his neck in his calloused strong hands and feeling his over sensitive cock rubbing on the fabric of his shorts and being on the edge of cumming.

They moved together, yet separately, each body following its own path within the confines of the loop. The sensation of control slipping away was almost too much to bear. Ethan wanted to scream, to break free, but his voice was silent, his actions dictated by the mechanical program that had overtaken him.

Time lost all meaning as the loop continued, every sensation heightened, every moment stretched out into eternity. The pleasure was intoxicating, but it was also a prison, locking him in a cycle of need and desire that would never be fulfilled.

Just when it seemed like the loop would go on forever, something changed. The mechanical assistant’s voice broke through the haze.

“Warning: Device battery low. System shutdown imminent.”

Panic surged through Ethan. He could feel the drain in his bodies, the energy waning as the phone’s battery died. The loop continued, but it was slower now, the movements more lethargic. The pleasure was still there, but it was fading, replaced by a growing sense of emptiness. His consciousness flickered, like a signal struggling to stay connected.

“Five percent battery remaining,” the assistant announced, its voice devoid of any emotion.

Ethan’s thoughts raced. What would happen if the phone died? Would he disappear along with it? Would he be trapped in darkness, lost in this digital nightmare forever?

The loop slowed even further, his bodies barely moving now, the sensations dulling as the energy drained away. His vision started to blur, the edges of his consciousness fraying. He wanted to fight it, to break free, but he was powerless against the inevitable shutdown.

“Two percent battery remaining,” the assistant stated calmly.

The loop was almost non-existent now, his bodies barely able to move. The once overwhelming sensations were now just a faint echo, a ghost of what they had been. Ethan felt like he was slipping away, his consciousness dissolving into the void.

“One percent battery remaining. System shutdown imminent.”

Ethan’s last thoughts were of fear and desperation. He didn’t want to disappear, didn’t want to be lost in the darkness. But there was nothing he could do, no way to stop the inevitable.

The screen flickered one last time, and then everything went black.

A Week Later...

The small apartment was dimly lit, the only light coming from the street lamps outside. The burglar had made quick work of the place, rummaging through drawers and cabinets for anything of value. He was about to leave when his eyes fell on a phone lying on the bed.

He picked it up, surprised it had been left behind. It was an older model, but it looked well-kept. Figuring it might be worth something, he pocketed it and left the apartment, heading back to his own place.

Once inside his dingy one-bedroom apartment, the burglar plugged the phone into a charger, eager to see what he had scored. The screen lit up, and to his surprise, it didn’t require a password. Instead, it opened directly to a strange app, displaying a video of three muscular men on grabbing and caressing each other’s on a bed in a messy bedroom, their bodies moving in a repetitive sequence. The burglar frowned; his curiosity piqued by the oddity of it all. He watched as the men on the screen undressed and redressed, their bodies flexing, their faces locked in expressions of deep concentration and tension. The movements seemed almost lifelike, too real for just an animation. Ethan felt like a jolt parkouring his body and soul as the phone was plugged and the energy was once again running in him. His bodies started their automated movements once again. The rubbing, caressing, undressing, will to cum but never reaching it, the premature orgasm coming in his pants, the will to kiss. Everything came back at full speed and he was once again trapped in perpetual denial and frustration. But it lighted a spark of hope in him. Somebody had found him.

“How long have I been stuck?” he asked himself as he felt another kiss being refused to his lips. Like if he had a calendar in his mind, Ethan heard the answer in his mind from the robotic voice. But it wasn’t the same one, no it was… his voice. Ethan was terrified. Does that mean he was assimilated?

“Yes user” he heard once again in his robotic voice “Accepting the offer have assimilated you on the platform to experience what the original user where doing. Don’t worry, as long as you are not scrolled away, you won’t have any problem. If you happen to be scrolled, then your data will be assimilated to the server and saved up so you are not deleted until you are claimed back. Until so, enjoy the future…”

“No, wait, I didn’t agree to this!” Unfortunately for Ethan, the burglar didn’t hear any of that, and as he was looking at this weird video of three dude caressing each other’s on loop, he put his finger on the screen and started to swipe it up. Ethan felt his world shake. Everything connected and he understood, he was about to be scrolled. “No, don’t scro…” Ethen didn’t have time to finish his beg as the video was sent away into the eternal void of data until someone claimed him back.

As the burglar’s eyes remained glued to the screen, the phone emitted a soft, pulsing glow, almost as if it was drawing him in. He felt an odd compulsion to keep watching, mesmerized by the rhythm of the dances, the pranks and the POV videos. He scrolled to another video, and then another, and another, diving more and more into the feed of the previous owner.

He was about to swipe out of the app when the screen flickered, displaying a pop-up message:

“Experience the Future! Try the Brand-New Update—Click Here!”

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Hey everyone, here is the first story I publish on this account. Hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as Ethan enjoy his new reality.

Let me know what you think of it and if you want to see more of this. If you have any ideas or just want to talk, feel free to send me a message, I don't bite ^^'

There is more stories to come!

#personality change #mental change #male transformation #male tf #tf #gif curse #transformation #my writing

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mamaestapa · 1 year ago

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Closer|| E.Edwards x reader x R.McGroarty

•pairing: Ethan Edwards x reader x Rutger McGroarty

•summary: After the Umich hockey team gets swept by MSU in their two game series, Ethan and Rutger help you become somebody else while you help them get away from themselves…

•word count: 4.4k

•warnings: SMUT, inspired by the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails, THREESOME, both guys inside/penetrating at the same time, unprotected p in v sex, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving) ,foreplay, hair pulling kink, whipped cream, belly shots, brief blindfolding, reader has a belly button piercing (even if you don’t have one, you do for this fic bc it’s so hot), blood, choking, SMUT, this is pure filth. if descriptive, absolutely nasty, all porn no plot smut makes you uncomfortable DO NOT READ!!

DIGITAL ANIMAL AU MASTERLIST

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram as you waited for Ethan to get back to his apartment from Yost Ice Arena.

Tonight was the final game of the MSU v UMICH weekend series. The guys played well tonight, but not well enough to pull out a win. Ethan and Rutger each scored a goal over the course of the last two nights, but State was unfortunately the better looking team both nights. The games didn't quite go the way you or the fans had hoped, but you had to remind yourself—It's still early in the season. They can come back from this.

During the game, you had seats in the front row bleachers of the student section with the Children of Yost. You sat with your friends and some of the other girlfriends of the hockey players. As you sat in the stands, you split your attention between the game and your phone—scrolling through Instagram to see if the Umich Hockey page had posted anything about your boys.

You checked the team’s story first, coming across a great amount of content from the boys pregame warmups. You couldn’t stop the widening of your eyes as you watched the clip play on your phone.

Ethan was wearing a navy blue University of Michigan hockey shirt and matching shorts with the maize M on the side of his right pant leg. He wore his socks like usual, pulled up to his knees and paired with his favorite pair of tennis shoes.

Rutger was standing next to Ethan, sporting the same shorts and a long sleeved gray compression shirt with the maize M on his left pec. The shirt hugged his broad chest and muscular figure perfectly. The chain around his neck peeked out from the material of the tight shirt, which was something you loved to see.

In the clip, Ethan and Rutger had just finished running their laps. Both boys chests were heaving as Ethan ran his fingers through his hair. Ethan gazed at Rutger with a smirk as he reached out and slapped the sophomore on the back mouthing “atta boy”.

It wasn’t unusual for them to interact like this, but something about the way the two looked at each other in that ten second clip had you feeling many things.

Your heart raced and you crossed your legs as the video came to an end and the story moved along. Ethan and Rutger looked insanely hot. Something about the pre-game warmup look the boys wore had you going absolutely feral and feeling your pulse in other areas.

You shut your phone off and set it down in your lap. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth as you looked out onto the ice, watching the rest of the game.

You couldn't wait for the game to be over...

So here you are now a couple hours later: sitting on the couch in his apartment and waiting for Ethan to come home. Just as you picked up your phone to check the time, Ethan entered the apartment. He set his belongings down on the counter, huffing out a loud sigh as he did so. You chuckled to yourself and got up from the couch, walking into the kitchen. A small smile pulled at Ethan’s lips as he looked at you.

"Hey hot stuff." you greeted as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. Ethan chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, leaning down to kiss your temple. "Hey yourself."

You hummed and pulled away from Ethan, looking into his soft brown eyes. Your eyes scanned Ethan’s figure, taking in his beautiful eyes, his chiseled jawline, and that stupid backwards white Michigan cap that had you feeling things you shouldn't be feeling.

You brought a hand up to Ethan’s head, slightly tipping the cap back which made Ethan chuckle.

“What?” you asked coyly, even though you knew exactly what he was going to say to you.

“You have that look on your face.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Eddy.”

Ethan snaked his arms back around your waist, smirking as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. You could feel the warmth radiating off of both of your bodies as you stood pressed against each other. Ethan leaned in to the side of your head, pressing his lips onto the sensitive skin of your neck. He nipped softly at the spot under your earlobe as a new voice spoke lustfully into your ear.

“You know exactly what look he’s talking about sweetheart…”

You pulled back from Ethan, looking up at the boy who had entered the apartment behind Ethan.

Rutger.

With a slight smirk pulling at your lips, you brought a hand back up to the backwards cap on Ethan’s head while your other hand gravitated towards Rutgers chest. You rolled the silver chain cross necklace between your fingertips as you spoke.

“You both looked so good tonight.”

You eyed Ethan, “Eddy, in your blue and your backwards cap…” you sighed blissfully before turning to Rutger and finishing your sentence, “And Rut, something about this chain and you scoring tonight has me all worked up.”

Ethan’s eyes grew dark with lust as he smirked down at you.

Ethan gently squeezed your waist as he said, “Well maybe we should do something about that.” He looked at the younger blonde boy next to him, “What do you think Rut?”

“I think we should…” He trailed off, tongue resting on the side of his cheek as his blue eyes grew dark with lust.

Before you knew it, your lips were smashed against Ethan’s as you rushed into his bedroom. You were taking the cap off of his dark hair and tugging at the hem of Rutgers shirt as the two ushered you through the door frame and into the room.

…

Ethan hooked his fingers underneath your t-shirt, ripping the material off of your body with ease as he continued to kiss you hungrily, wanting to taste more than just your soft lips. Rutger’s veiny hands gripped your bare sides as he pushed you up against the wall of Ethan’s bedroom. His blue eyes grew dark with lust as he gazed down at your breasts sitting perfectly in a navy, lace pushup bra. Perfect for the Michigan game tonight.

It was Rutgers favorite set of yours. It never failed to grow his arousal even more.

"Much better." Rutger smirked as he eyed your perky breasts. He harshly cupped your left breast, digging his digits into the cup as he kissed along your jawline.

Your breathing grew shallow as he bit at your skin. Ethan was kissing along your collar bone, both boys were now sucking at the skin of your neck and leaving deep red blotches. You threw your head back at the feeling of their soft lips against your skin. You brought your hands up to each one of their heads as a soft moan escaped your parted lips.

You ran your fingers through Rutgers damp dark blonde strands as your other hand tugged at the tips of Ethan’s brown hair.

You moaned softly as Ethan’s kisses grew sloppier. He pulled his face away from your neck, smirking slyly at you as he toyed with the waistband of your jeans. He slipped two fingers into your pants, brushing them up against your clothed core. You gasped as his long fingers teased your sensitive clit through the lace, his movements making the wetness between your thighs more apparent.

Rutger gave you a sultry look with his tongue pressed against the side of his mouth as he pulled Ethan’s hand out of your shorts. Rutger harshly pulled you away from the wall, pushing you down flat onto the bed instead. You let out a breath as excitement swirled through your body.

You haven't been this way with your boys in a long time.

It’s been weeks since the three of you have gotten alone time like this.

Rutger ripped your buttoned pants open with ease, slowly sliding them down your legs before tossing them to the floor next to the bed. His lustful eyes scanned over your body laying on his teammates bed. He looked at your face first, taking in those doe eyes and your plump lips he loved so much. His eyes trailed down to your chest, his heart was racing as he looked at your breasts sitting perfectly in the cups lined with lace. He then trailed his eyes further, a smirk pulling at his lips as he looked at your perfectly pierced belly button and your lace covered core.

You may be Ethan’s girl, but you were the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

As Rutger looked at your figure, an idea came to your boyfriend’s mind. Something he's never done before, but something he's wanted to try for a long time. He reached out to the bedside table and grabbed what he was thinking of.

"Put this on her…” Ethan trailed off, handing Rutger a navy blue headband with the M logo in the middle. Rutger eyed Ethan as he carefully took the headband from him. A smirk pulled at the sophomores lips as he slid the material onto your forehead.

He knew exactly what Ethan was hinting at.

Rutger pulled the headband down so your eyes were completely covered.

"There we go." Ethan whispered huskily, his arousal growing at the sight of you blindfolded by his headband.

“What are you doing?" You asked, voice quiet and also slightly confused. Ethan has never blindfolded you before.

"You'll see." Your boyfriend purred as he trailed a hand down your body.

Your core ached and your heart fluttered at the thought of trying something different with both Ethan and Rutger. Not only were you excited, but your body was excited, too.

You closed your eyes as they were met with darkness from the headband. You couldn't see anything, but you could hear everything going on in the room around you.

Ethan grabbed the whipped cream and the bottle of rosé from the bedside table. He took the lid off of the whipped cream, shaking it before taking the lid off and putting it in between his lips. He spit the lid out, the red cap hitting the wall behind the two of you before it fell to the floor.

Ethan eyed your breasts as he shook the can of whipped cream in one hand. He reached out for you with his other hand, placing it on your left rib. His long, skilled fingers slowly trailed up your sides, making you shiver at the sensation.

Ethan unclasped your bra, wetting his lips as he watched the red material fall from your chest, letting your breasts free. Ethan pressed the white tip of the whipped cream can and made a circular motion with the can as he sprayed the cream onto your hard nipples. As soon as he was satisfied with the amount, he threw the can to the side and immediately attached his mouth to the sensitive bud, sucking at the sweet cream that adorned your breasts. His tongue swirled over each of your nipples, making sure to lap up every last bit of the sweet cream.

"Oh Eddy," you let out a breathy moan at the feeling of Ethan’s tongue swirling around your hard nipples. You could feel yourself getting wetter just from him lapping up the whipped cream.

Ethan chuckled at your reaction as he detached his lips from your right breast. He leaned over and grabbed the bottle of rosé off of the bed and pulled the cap off with a slight pop.

He handed the bottle over to Rutger, giving him a curt nod as he gestured to your naked body.

“All yours Rut.”

You pulled Ethan’s headband off of your eyes just in time to see Rutger bring the tip of the bottle down to your belly, letting it rest against your skin as he poured the rosé into your belly button. He eyed you as he quickly slurped the rosé out of your belly button as some of the liquid trickled down your sides

"That's new." You said, an amused smile on your face as you watched Rutger slurp the rose out of your belly button.

Ethan has a time or two, but Rutger’s never done belly shots from you.

Tonight is already proving to be one of those nights where you, Ethan, and Rutger help each other become someone else together, not only romantically but sexually, too.

After slurping out every last drop of the liquid, Rutger bit down on the jewelry adorning your navel. He and Ethan loved to play with your piercing during sex.

Something about the silver diamond jewelry just got them even more excited. You brought your hands down to Rutger’s head, running your nails over his scalp as he continued to bite at and play with your navel piercing. You bit your lip and let out a soft whimper as he tugged harshly at the ring while gently cupping your breasts as he did so.

You could feel Rutger’s deep chuckle vibrate against your belly. "You like that?" he asked, a teasing smirk on his face as he looked up at you through his lashes.

“Mhm..." You trailed off, your response coming out as a blissful moan as Ethan attached his lips to your still hard nipples. Both boys were now worshiping different parts of your bodies as if their lives depended on it.

It was hard for you to form words right now with the way Ethan and Rutger were teasing you. Rutger smirked up at Ethan as he kissed down your belly, his hot breath against the skin of your abdomen making that warmth pool in your belly already.

Tonight was supposed to be about you taking care of your boys, but right now, it seemed like your boys were taking care of you instead.

Rutger stopped his trail of kisses once he got to the waistband of your lace panties. Your eyes widened in disbelief, your heart pounded with excitement, and your pulse was felt in your most intimate area as you watched Rutger hook his finger into the waistband of your panties.

But his finger wasn't the only thing trying to take your panties off...

Rutger lowered his head so that he was now lined up with your clothed core that was practically dripping just from the sight of him.

He kept his blue eyes locked on yours as he bit down on the waistband of your navy panties. He slowly started to pull the fabric away from your waist. You lifted your legs slightly, giving Rutger just enough room to slide your panties down your legs with his mouth.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Not only could you not believe what you were seeing, but you loved what you were seeing.

You've never seen him act this way before. Something about the hungry look in his eyes as he stared at your aching, dripping womanhood made you feel another level of turned on you've never quite felt before.

Rutger ripped your panties out of his mouth and threw them off to the side with the pile of other clothes. He lowered his head back down to your dripping core, his tongue instantly lapping at your glistening folds.

Ethan has taught him very well.

"Oh- fuck..."you whimper out as Rutger ate you out like a starved man. The blonde chuckled against your folds, the vibration sending what felt like an electric shock through your body as it made you jolt. Ethan brought his veiny hands down to your thighs, keeping your legs spread open as his teammate buried his tongue into you.

“Keep ‘em open for Rut, pretty girl.”

Rutger moaned against your core as the taste of your sweet juices hit his taste buds. You tasted like sweet honey...

"You taste so good, Y/n." Rutger praised as he took a hand off of your thigh, placing it onto your womanhood and letting his thumb rub circles against your clit as he continued to lap at your soaked core. The feeling of both Rutger’s tongue and fingers sent you over the edge, turning you into a whimpering and quivering mess in no time.

You bucked your hips slightly as Rutgers movements quickened. His jaw clenched with each swipe of his tongue and the muscles in his forearm flexed with each stroke of his thumb. Your chest heaved as he licked a stripe up your core.

"Fuck Rut, don't stop..."

You brought your hands down to the back of Rutgers head, gripping the ends of his blonde hair as you pushed him closer to your center. Rutger panted against you, feeling your walls clench around his tongue as you grew close to your first orgasm of the night.

Ethan got on the bed behind you, holding you against his chest for support as Rutger quickened the movements of his fingers and rhythm of his tongue.

You let out a whimper as Rutger pressed down on your lower belly with his hand, trying to keep you still. He knew you were getting close from the way the your chest rose and fell, and how your hips were bucking every time his tongue swirled over your clit.

Ethan told him you did that when you were about to cum.

"That's it baby," Ethan praised, "Let him taste you."

You let out a few more whimpers, moaning Rutger’s name in pleasure as you felt the familiar warmth in your lower belly. Soon enough, your chest was heaving as it all came crashing down and you were overcome with complete pleasure and bliss. Rutger lapped up your juices with his tongue, pulling his face away from your soaked core.

He licked his lips dry, making sure to get every last drop of you into his mouth.

Rutger smirked as he watched you come down from your orgasmic high, your heaving chest soon going back to its normal rythmuc rising and falling.

"In all the the times I’ve hooked up with you, I don't think I've ever seen you cum that hard." He smirked, a sense of pride in his tone as he spoke. "That was hot.”

“All because of you.” You replied, still trying to catch your breath and recover from your climax.

Ethan pulled you up into a sitting position before crashing his lips onto yours. You changed positions and wrapped your arms around his neck, trailing your hands down his back as your nails dug into his skin.

You detached your lips from your boyfriends, instead kissing Rutger. You could taste yourself on Rutger’s lips as the two of you shared a passionate kiss. As his toned body was pressed against yours, you could feel Ethan’s erection poking at your thigh. He had been so turned on watching his best friend eat his girlfriend out. It was his turn to be taken care of now.

You were going to help him get away from himself for a few minutes...

You pulled away from Rutger, smirking up at the blonde forward as your hand traveled south to your boyfriends middle. Your hand brushed over his erection as you spoke, "Your turn, Ethan."

Ethan bit his lip in anticipation as he watched you slide out from the bed, moving so that you were now directly in front of him. You gave Ethan a sultry look as you slowly got down on your knees in front of him. Ethan felt like the luckiest guy in the world right now.

Not only was he happy with Rutger learning how to please you, but you were about to give Ethan the best blowjob of his entire life.

You reached out and palmed Ethan through his boxers, making him wince slightly at the feeling of your hand on his manhood.

"May I?" You asked, gesturing to his undergarments.

Ethan couldn't form words, so he just nodded. He needed you so bad.

He needed to feel your soft lips around him.

He needed to feel your soft hands around him.

He needed to feel you take him deeper, and deeper.

Ethan lifted himself from the bed, helping you remove his boxers from his body. Once the boxers were removed from his waist, Ethan’s impressive erection sprang free. He sat back down on the bed as you prepared to take him.

You gazed hungrily at him just like he did at you moments ago when you were the one being pleasured. You bit down on your bottom lip as you placed your manicured hands on Ethan’s thick, muscular thighs, spreading them apart as you slowly leaned down. Ethan closed his eyes as he waited for the feeling of your lips around him, taking him in deeper with each bob of your head.

You brought your lips down around the tip of his dick, pulling them off with a pop as your tongue teased his slit, licking the pre-cum off of the red tip. Between the feeling of your warm breath and your tongue toying with his manhood, Ethan threw his head back.

"Fuck," he groaned deeply as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. Your lips were sealed around the head of his cock, sucking and licking tentatively at his skin. Ethan bit his tongue, holding back the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape as you sucked him off. He let out a strangled sound as you took more of him into your mouth.

As you started bobbing your head, Ethan couldn’t stop himself from bringing his hands up to your hair and pulling you closer to him.

"Fuck, Y/n-," Ethan moaned out as you spit on his dick, jerking him off with your lips still around him.

Ethan hasn't felt this good in weeks. Rutger hasn’t felt this good in weeks.

The season was already putting a toll on the boys mind and body. But right now, neither of them were thinking about any of that stuff. All Ethan and Rutger could think about was you and how you make them feel.

You make them feel perfect. You always have and you always will.

You bobbed your head rhythmically, making Ethan moan in pleasure.

“You're doing so good sweetheart.” It was Rutger’s turn to praise you as he noticed the tears in your eyes from Ethan’s size, "So good."

You could tell Ethan was growing closer to his release because every time you bobbed your head you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth. Ethan’s chest heaved up in down as his face contorted into a look of pleasure. He let out a few grunts as he came undone in your mouth. You brought him into a pure state of bliss, something he hasn't felt in a while. You pulled your mouth off of him and swallowed, giving him a couple minutes to come down and recover from his high.

“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails begins playing…

You stood up from being on your knees, standing in between Ethan’s legs as you leaned down and crashed your lips onto his. Your mouths moved in perfect sync as you let him taste himself on your lips just like Rutger had done for you.

Ethan bit down on your bottom lip, making you wince slightly as he drew blood. You pulled away from him, locking lips with Rutger who was now next to you and Ethan.

Rutger licked the blood off of your lip before attaching his lips to yours. The metallic taste of your blood filled both yours and Rutgers mouths as the drops of crimson hit your taste buds.

Rutger continued to kiss you hungrily, his movements urgent as he gripped your waist with the pads of his fingers. He pushed you down onto the bed, bringing you underneath him as he hovered over you. Ethan inched closer to your ear, his hot breath on your neck sending shivers up your spine.

"We’re gonna fuck you till you're screaming our names and shaking so hard you won't be able to walk."

Your boyfriend’s husky voice and the words he uttered down at you made you bite your lip in anticipation.

Ethan gently bit down on your earlobe, slightly tugging on it as he brought his head away from your neck. Rutger hovered over you with his left arm on the mattress as his right arm played with you. He harshly kneaded your left breast as his thumb and index finger pinched your sensitive, hard nipple. Ethan did the same thing to your right breast as he began to suck relentlessly as your neck, making you moan in pleasure as he marked his territory.

Ethan and Rutger wanted everyone to know that your were theirs, and only theirs.

Rutger licked a stripe up your neck, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin as he whispered huskily into your ear.

"Here we go."

He slid his cock into your slick entrance, burying himself deep inside of you. The feeling of his impressive length made your thighs clench and your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a moan. Rutger snapped his hips forward, making your hips buck up, matching his rough thrusts. You wrap your legs around Rutger, allowing him to thrust harder, faster, deeper.

"God," he groaned out as your walls clench around his cock, "You feel so good." His grunts mixed with the sounds of your moans and skin hitting skin.

Ethan could feel himself getting away from himself and his thoughts of the game tonight as he watched his teammate fuck you senseless. Each thrust of his hips and groan that escaped his lips had you all feeling pleasure in all the right places.

Ethan buried his face in your neck as you scratched harshly at Rutgers. Both boys left sloppy kisses on your neck as Ethan pulled his hips forwards, roughly thrusting into you with Rutger.

In and out. In and out. In and out. Each thrust grew deeper, the tip of Rutger’s cock hitting your cervix repeatedly made your body jolt with pleasure. You screamed his name as Ethan grunted under his breath.

"Fuck," he praised, "You feel so good, so tight."

Both boys continued to fuck you senseless, making you feel as if your whole existence was flawed as you laid underneath them. You immediately grew submissive from their touch, seeming to lose every ounce of dominance in your body.

The sounds of your moans filled the bedroom, as all you could smell was sweat and sex. After you let out a particularly loud moan, Ethan brought his hand up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing you gently. You gasped at the feeling of your lovers hand around your neck as his ruthlessly thrusted himself into you, pushing deeper and deeper.

"Eth, Rut," you moaned out as you placed your hand over Ethan’s that was wrapped around your neck, "don't stop."

Rutger shook his head as Ethan removed his hand from your neck, instead placing it firmly on Rutgers chest. A bead of sweat trickled down the sophomore’s forehead before falling onto his lip. He leaned down and crashed his lips onto yours. You could taste the saltiness of his sweat as his tongue swirled around your own. Your bodies continued to move in a perfect rhythm as the three of you became panting and moaning messes underneath each others touch. You felt a familiar warmth pool in your lower belly.

You were so close.

"I'm so close." You practically whined as Ethan picked up the pace of his rough thrusts, with Rutger following suit.

Soon enough, your walls were clenching around them. The clenching of your slick walls made both Ethan and Rutger grunt.

Both boys could feel every inch of you from the inside, and it felt amazing.

"Fuck," Rutger growled, his deep voice making your body jolt in pleasure once again. The sound of him, the feeling of him, and the smell of him made you grow even closer to your orgasm.

Ethan could feel your walls clench once again, this time with more force. He knew you were close.

"That's it baby," Ethan pleaded, his chest heaving as he panted, "cum for me. Cum for Rut. We wanna feel you."

Rutger continued to pound into you, making sure you felt every single inch of him. The feeling of his large cock filling you up made your legs shake as you moaned in pleasure. You came down harshly on the boys manhood, your hands coming up to Ethan’s head and tugging at his dark brown locks as he and Rutger had you seeing stars.

You whimpered out Rutger’s name as your chest heaved up and down. You were completely blissed out as he continued to pump into you. He reached his climax shortly after you, groaning, and gripping onto Ethan’s thighs as spurts of his hot cum filled your insides.

Both Ethan and Rutger fucked you so hard that the three of you were completely blissed out, not thinking straight and feeling yourselves being brought closer to god. Rutger pressed his forehead against yours as you came down from your highs, chests heaving and bodies sticky with sweat.

“I love you so much.” He breathed out, his hot breath hitting your face as he spoke.

You didn’t know if it was the heat of the moment or if Rutger really did love you.

“I love you too Rut.” You said, your breathing matching his. You leaned your head against Ethan’s shoulder as you continued, “And I love you Ethan.”

Rutger pulled out of you and plopped down on the bed next to you and Ethan, pulling you into his side. You immediately melted into his touch, letting your backside lean against him as you wrapped your arms around Ethan’s sticky torso as

“That was amazing.” You said blissfully as you were stuck between your boys, “I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything except just lay here.”

Ethan smirked down at you as he gently stroked your bare arm with his fingertips. “Well,” he breathed out, “I think I should wear that backwards hat more often.”

“And I think I should score more often.”

You chuckled softly at both Ethan and Rutgers sly remarks.

“I think you should too.” You replied honestly.

hi loves!!

SOOOOO this was CRAZY. DIRTY. NASTY. INTENSE. if this made you uncomfortable i deeply apologize…this song, closer, if you haven’t listened to it…just do it once for the purpose of this fic. it’s such a catchy but downright dirty nasty smutty song😭

i also apologize if this was super cringy. i used some of the same stuff from digital animal, so that’s why some bits may seem familiar.

i wrote this fic about joe burrow over the summer and it got a lot of love so i figured i’d re-write it for my ethan and rutger girlies since digital animal seems to be a favorite ;) i love that you’ve all turned one fic into a whole au! i never thought it would turn to that, but i’m so glad it has. i love all of you and your amazing thoughts/thots😚🤍

as always, thank you for all of you kind words and support with my writing. you are the best! i love talking with all of you and getting to share my work with you. your constant sweet messages, asks, words of encouragement, and wonderful au and story ideas are what keep me going. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH🫂🤍

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Chapter 1 - Tease Summary: Eustass Kid finalized his OnlyFans account - let's hope it doesn't get reported again.

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*Press Play?*

The focal point of the camera was blurred as the massive, redhaired beast of a man stepped away from the device, allowing it to focus on its subject and present him in the highest quality. He was wearing compressed underwear and nothing more. A pile of abandoned gym clothes kicked away in a bundle off to the side of the incline bench press he stood next to as he flexed for the camera. Bulging muscles on every inch of him as he twisted and turned, all the while sneering at the camera as if to say, don’t you wish you could crawl through the screen to touch me.

He pulled off the headband from his forehead and shook his sweat-slicked hair, little droplets of perspiration reflected off the lighting in the room. An indoor gym – it must have been a personal, in-home gym or the man truly gave no fucks who saw him as he proudly began stroking his hardening cock through the dark underwear.

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Captain_CumShot pulled his underwear off and stepped closer to the camera. His cock was beautiful. Long and thick, adorned with veins running from base to just below his tip. Engorged head redder than the rest of his shaft, the light reflected off the bead of precum that was threatening to spill out of his slit. Neatly trimmed red hair, darker than the hair on his head framed his shaft.

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Slow, teasing strokes up and down his member, his hips buckled slightly as he tightened his grip around the head. Using his thumb, he ran the digit around the swollen tip, smearing precum down the rest of his cock before using two fingers to gently pull his sack, letting out a low groan as he let his eyes close.

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Turning his body to the bench press, he stood with the seated section between his legs as he pressed his cock against the smooth, black backseat. Then he started grinding against it.

He gripped the top of the bench press with his metal prosthetic, propping his flesh hand behind his back to provide a better view of his inappropriate use of the gym equipment.

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He hung his head back and let out a moan, slowing his motions in exchange for short, lazy snaps. Pulling back just enough to let his cock bob freely, a line of precum clinging to his tip and the bench.

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Moving the camera stand closer to the bench press, Eustass Kid moved back to his starting position and pace on the equipment. He spit in his hand again and coated his cock before he slapped it against the material of the bench, putting all his body weight against his cock as he grinded against it once more. Shoulder muscles tightened under his alabaster skin as he used both arms to steady himself, the camera’s titled angle allowed for a delicious view of his panting face, his flexing muscles, and on his pulsing cock as he shamelessly rut on the bench. Moaning loudly as he brought himself closer.

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The tip of his cock turned a dark shade of red as all his blood pooled. Twitching, he let out ropes of thick, gooey cum that smeared and ran down the angles incline. White streaks sliding down around his cock as he lazily thrusted as he rode out his orgasm.

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It lasted for 20 seconds before the video continued on for the last 15 seconds. The camera zoomed in on the cumshot on the bench press. A thick, white puddle pooled on the sitting section as it dripped from the risen back section. The camera showed off the streaks of viscous, opaque lines that ran down from the angled section from where his seed had initially hit. The camera’s view went back to the puddle, where a red nail dipped into the thick of it, dragging his essence downwards until the video ended.

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