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Heyo! So this is a new blog of mine I started for kpop fanfiction! Mostly for p1, but I'm open for straykids, bigbang, bts, ateez and txt!
So let's set up some ground rules!
I do write: dark fiction, yandere, angst, fluff, and smut
I do not write anything dealing with: incest, pedophilia, or scat.
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listen i may take 4 weeks to write a 3k word chapter, and i may take 45 minutes to decide whether i should use “laugh” or “chuckle”, but at least i don’t use ai and whatever you’re getting is pure chaos from a human brain
Thorns Welcome you Home Chapter two teaser
Thorns Welcome you Home
This is a little rant... kind of? I've been busy with health issues of mine so I don't have the second chapter completed yet like I wanted, but I am working on it. That said, I have a question for my readers. I'm planning on making chapter two longer than chapter one, and I'll try showcasing more of the pack's characteristics. After I do that and it's up, how would you all feel about sending in things I could add to the series? Not big plot points, but small scenes and things. I want this series to also have the reader's hand in it a little bit... so what do we think?
On a side note, I had the very lovely @lhztyarikook make a mood board for the series! And I absolutely love it and want to show it off a little early.
Isn't it gorgeous?
But anyway, please let me know your thoughts on this!
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Sorry Not Sorry
title: Sorry Not Sorry (Thorns Welcome you Home series)
Pairings: OT7 Bts x F!reader, Omega!reader
Summary: Visiting this cafe was always routine for the pack, and it brings memories. Prepping for your inevitable arrival home, the pack doesn't expect you to come home so soon under unsuspected circumstances.
Warnings: angst, fluff (Tooth aching in some spots), OT7 is yearning hard, mentions of an abusive father (Doesn't go too far), OT7 are yanderes but their soft right now, mentions of sex and knotting (Nothing too graphic and no actual smut yet), OT7 are a little creepy, Mentions of reader being fragile minded (kinda.)
Word count: 4.6k
A/N: Finally got this out of my system... also coffee cake? Yummyyyy.
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The smell of butter and cinnamon hits Hoseok's nose. Warm melted and glazed over the signature buns of the bakery. Honey and butter glazed over the fresh-out-of-the-oven rolls. He just walked in and his mouth is already watering. His eyes flick to the display.
There they are.
Fresh rolls.
Perfect in shape, size and smell.
The scent of honey mixed with melted butter thick in air and Hoseok's nose.
He can see the soft swirlings of steam rolling off the sweet temptations. Proof they were fresh, ready for consumption for any of the customers that filled the bakery.
It was a busy day for the CinnamonGrove bakery.
But when was a bakery not busy on a thursday in Seoul's early winter?
Though the real question was what should Hoseok order? The signature honey and butter glazed buns, also his usual seemed too basic for today.
He wanted something sweeter.
Something that could stick to the roof of his mouth and plant it's flavor there. Proving to be a treat when he goes home.
One or maybe multiple packmates would greet him with welcome home kisses once he returned home. Hoseok could easily picture it. Taking off his shoes and changing into house slippers while he took off his coat and putting it on the coat rack. Padding quietly into the living room peeking in to see the youngest of his pack members all cuddled up and tangled in each other on the couch. A movie playing quietly in the background. His scent might fluff out thicker at the sight. Filling their noses and notifying them of his return home. 3 heads all would peer up over the edge of the couch to see him standing in the doorway already looking at them with a content smile on his face.
Jungkook would be the first one up, untangling himself from the cuddle pile. Immediately hopping up onto his feet to get up and greet Hoseok with a warm welcome home kiss. Hoseok welcomed the press of Jungkook's warm lips to his cool ones.
His body still a bit chilled from being outside in the winter air, but his pack could easily warm him up. They always did. The welcome home kisses were routine. Normal. Warm, and soft.
Taehyung stretched, removing himself from Jimin to prep to greet Hoseok next. Jimin might pout, but he wouldn't fuss. He would be happy and ready to greet Hoseok whenever it was his turn to do so.
Soft and sweet. A packmate returning back to the pack den and being pulled into comfort and affection after a hard day. Until Jungkook could taste Hoseok's treat of choice on his tongue.
Then he would get greedy, licking into Hoseok's mouth to search for more of the sugary sweetness like a starved pup not leaving any for the others.
But, before he could lick away all of the taste for himself, Taehyung pulled him back by his scruff, earning a whine from the younger alpha.
Pouting quietly as he was taken away from Hoseok's lips.
Hoseok then would have Taehyung's lips pressed against his.
A soft hum from tae once he tasted the sweetness kook tried to chase. Hoseok would break the kiss, then ruffle his hair and move onto his next packmate.
Jimin.
Hoseok imagines he would be content after getting home and nesting after work, and when Jimin was content his scent was always warm and sweet. Hoseok didn't like the texture of the actual fig fruit so he never ate it, but he will always love Jimin's sweet fig scent when warm and fluffed out. His sweet omega. One of his two sweet omegas. Seokjin might not be home yet, but he could greet Jimin. So, a welcome home/I'm home kiss.
Before Hoseok's daydream could go any further the soft chime of the bell at the customer counter signaling for the line to move snapped him out of his thoughts. Reminding him where he was, and what was in front of him.
What should he order?
He shifted his attention back to the pastries and baked goods on display.
Cinnamon rolls, honey butter buns, macaroons, cream puffs, coffee cake, along with multiple others.
Honey butter buns were already out of the race. They felt too basic for today, even if it was his usual order when coming here.
Though, Hoseok wasn't feeling cream puffs or macaroons either. He was feeling more of a warm dessert today. One that made him feel like he was being given a big hug from his pack. So… which dessert matched that? He looked over all the pastries again. Cinnamon rolls, honey butter buns, macaroons, cream puffs, coffee cake, croissant- coffee cake? COFFEE CAKE. Coffee cake was the perfect choice to replicate the feeling. Hoseok felt his mouth start to water at thought of it.
Though he hadn't tried the bakery's coffee cake yet, he knew it would be amazing. The bakers here are some of the best in the city. Sure some people would recommend the higher end bakeries that charge way too much for a basic croissant, but CinnamonGrove Bakery is one of the best. Plus, not only were they a bakery but also a cafe. They offered coffee, and tea lattes. A heaven send if you asked him. Which, on that thought, what should he get to drink?
A blackberry lemonade didn't feel right to go with coffee cake, his usual drink of choice when he comes here.
Maybe something more complementary?
Hmmm…
His eyes scanned the drink menu above the customer counter. Honey mocha, Dark chocolate mocha, Pistachio frappe, Vanilla frappe, Cold brew, cappuccino, Americano… He blinked. Americano would go good with coffee cake. A bit basic, but you can't go wrong with a classic iced Americano.
"Iced? You want an iced drink in winter? Do you want to freeze to death from the inside? What is wrong with you hobi?" he could hear Jin fuss.
Seokjin was a firm believer that you shouldn't order something warm to drink during the summer, or something cold to drink in the winter. So whenever a packmate did order something warm during summer or cold during winter, (Usually Hoseok, Namjoon, or Taehyung) Jin looked at them like they were crazy, muttering about them being psychopaths underneath his breath. Then he would move on.
Chime!
Time to move up again. Hoseok's feet moved up him up in line mindlessly. He didn't really have to think about it, plus he didn't have the space in his head to overthink something as simple as moving forward. He was too busy daydreaming about getting home to his pack. Going home to his den and pack of his lovers after a long day of work was where his head was. He was ready to go home and be greeted by his lovers and curl up in the pack nest afterwards.
His pack was always the remedy he needed after a day of hard work and long hours, and this treat would help that. Soothe his ache for something sweet, and warm him up after a day of cold work. Hoseok hummed quietly to himself as his eyes flicked up. No one was in booth 12. This day just couldn't get better could it? No one was in your booth. The booth you always sat in was free today. And the two people ahead of him were to-go orders. Absolutely perfect.
Chime!
One more to go. He sighed, a soft curve of his lips following after. He already felt warm on the inside. The bakery, his pack waiting for him at home, now your booth at the bakery was free? Yeah. This was exactly what he needed. No ifs ands or buts about it, as Jin would say. It feels so silly, standing in the bakery line. Standing in line at your bakery and your not here. You don't own the bakery, no. But the pack considers this your bakery. This is the place that you visit the most outside of your work and home. You come every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. You were the reason the pack started to become regulars here. It's been a normal occurrence for the last few months now for one pack member or the whole pack to visit the bakery.
Chime!
Finally, he could order.
"Good evening sir, what can I get for you?" The barista chimed.
Hoseok glanced up at her as her voice registered. Bubbly and sing-song. What a lovely combination. It's attacking his ears, along with her scent which was attacking his nose.
Didn't CinnamonGrove have their employees wear scent blockers during work? Hoseok wondered.
Hoseok looked at her blankly as he studied her. Freshly washed hair, bouncy and fluffed, Pomegranate scented shampoo. Fascinating choice. Where does one even buy pomegranate scented shampoo? Normal uniform, brown apron, black jeans, purple name tag, hair in a- wait. Purple name tag? His eyes flicked back to the name tag. Purple, with her name on it. Arianna.
In the top left corner was a little picture of a cat that said "New employee!" that explained everything. Especially that she wasn't wearing any scent blockers. But it was still a bit annoying. The Bakery had that policy because they prided themselves on being a calm space for everyone.
And now they had a beta employee who's scent was attacking the whole bakery by the looks of it.
Hoseok caught a glance of people behind him pushing their noses into their coats to stop from smelling the woman. Her scent wasn't unpleasant, but no one wants to walk into a space advertised as scentless besides their baked goods and be assaulted by the scent of a beta.
Hoseok sighed, letting it go and refocusing on the barista. He was a little too tired to cause a fuss up. Even as small as it would be. She was now staring at him waiting for his order. He wanted to say something, but he was too tired to cause a scene right now.
"A slice of coffee cake, and an Iced Americano please." he ordered smoothly, pulling out his wallet from his coat pocket.
"Iced Americano, what size would you like? 16 oz or 20 oz?" She replied, glancing up at Hoseok while she rang in his order.
"The 20 oz please."
"Perfect! And would you like that coffee cake warmed up?" She hummed, looking up at him expectantly.
"Yes."
"Alright then! Your order will be ready soon. Your order number is 24, we'll call your number when your order is ready." She continued, then handed him a ticket with his number on it.
Not even bothering to ask if he wanted a receipt. Which, he didn't anyway. Hoseok nodded, then threw in a quiet thank you and made his way to booth 12.
So much and So little have happened in this booth.
So much has happened for you in this booth, Hoseok thought.
So much for you, and his pack.
But at the same time, so so little.
You've experienced every emotion in this booth.
Fear
Anger
Disgust
Joy
Sadness
Suprise
The pack noticed the one thing you hadn't felt in this booth.
Love.
It's never been something you've felt in Booth 12.
Believe them they noticed.
How your scent never sweetened to that of love, how your eyes never drifted and blurred with that distinct light when thinking of a lover.
That never happened to you.
And that's all the pack could think about sometimes. How your eyes never brightened, your scent never sweetened, you had no one to call your own. No mate, no lover, or lovers. No pack. And you'd left your family ages ago. What did you say that night you cursed your father and left your family for good?
Hoseok remembered it clearly.
He was standing with Namjoon and Yoongi. Watching from the shadows of the alley beside your home as you cursed at your father. Finally deciding to leave your abusive family. To stand up for yourself after years of tolerance.
"You speak so much about the blood that binds us, but it won't stop me from leaving you. You always feared me going off on my own. Every time you saw anyone near me you wanted them gone. Keeping me leeched to your side. Isolated. In hopes I would never learn better. But your mistake was not killing me when you had the chance." you spat at him. Venom hot on your tongue.
Your father was furious, and ended up raising his hand to strike you. But you caught his hand and slapped him first. Then you left. Gathering the bags you had packed and wondered out into the night.
Hoseok had never been so proud of you.
He was so so proud of you.
You just couldn't see it yet.
The pack would love you. They do love you. All of them do.
Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, me, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook.
We all love you,
Hoseok thought.
You just didn't know yet. And if everything went to plan, you would only know when you were ready.
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The pack house hasn't felt this chaotic in a while.
Paint buckets, paint brushes, cups holding thumbtacks.
So much was scattered everywhere in the right wing of the house.
All were for preparations of getting the room ready. The pack wanted it to be perfect.
The whole pack was pitching in. Taehyung and Yoongi had been the ones with the idea originally, but everyone wanted to help.
So over the course of the last week that's what happened.
The pack made a trip to a hardware store. Buying the right buckets of paint, the right brushes and materials, everything they needed to make this project happen. Money wasn't an issue. Never was. They were successful in their business.
The pack had come from the trenches but they clawed their way up to the top.
They were respected.
And feared. But what was fear other than something to be manipulated to use for advantages? At least in business settings.
All of the pack members were considered scary or imposing in business. Called monsters, savages, many many degrading things by business rivals and opponents. Normal for their line of work.
Nonetheless, No matter the titles they were given, they were still human. They still breathed oxygen, ate food for nourishment, held emotion. And the thing that makes everyone human.
They loved.
They loved each other and they loved you.
You may think you are not in the picture, maybe not even in frame yet, but that is simply untrue.
You are in the center. The frame is your favorite color. You are their whole world.
Can you even fathom being so loved with everything you've went through?
No. You can't.
That's why the pack has to wait. So you can process it properly. They wanted to bring you into their world slowly so you can adjust. You're just not ready for this yet. And the pack knows that. Their wolves also know this, but are a bit more stubborn and still yearn to drag you to the pack den.
To nudge you into the nest Jinnie and Jimin made for the pack.
Keep you coated in their scents till your scent fluffs out in ooey-gooey honey goodness while your mind fuzzes up from being scent drunk.
They'd take such good care of you,
Jungkook thought.
Stroking his paintbrush down the wall, keeping his hand steady. Jinnie would scold him if he got paint on the outlet. It wouldn't be a clean look for the room he'd say. So, he was careful. Keeping his brushstrokes smooth and sharp to avoid getting paint on or in the outlet.
The room was almost completely done being painted. All that was left being small spots around vents and other remaining outlets. Which Jungkook was going to complete today. After the room was done being painted the pack could decorate. Which was the part everyone was most excited for.
It seemed like the time it took to start this project had flew by. Which it did. It would have taken a lot longer to complete if it was only Yoongi and Taehyung handling the project and not the whole pack. but with 7 sets of hands, it seemed like everything went a lot quicker.
It was a good feeling. One that could invoke a lot of emotions at times. Having the pack all there to ground him or help pull him back to reality when he got lost in his head. It was something that Jungkook had cried over a few times. Finding himself in Seokjin's lap with his head nuzzled in his thigh.
"Shhhh.." Jin would always soothe.
Always with a hand tangled in kook's hair while he hiccuped about how good it felt to have the pack. tattooed hands clutching seokjin's thighs for dear life while he continued to let it out. Because everyone had those days. Where if you weren't where you were now, you would be in a much darker place, and you were grateful to the people you had around you.
Jungkook has had quite a few of those days.
And it breaks his heart to think about the fact you don't know you have someone to lean on yet. He's cried in Jinnie's lap about that before too. Why couldn't the pack go to you now? Offer stability and structure now? Bring you home to the den and love you so much their chest ached, now? But Jungkook knew why. You simply weren't ready yet. Your mental state was already a bit fragile as is, no need to throw you off the rocker more, right?
Jinnie would always calm him down with soft coos of comfort and loving touches till he got it all out. All those rough hiccups and possessive whines and growls about not being able to support and structure their omega. Seokjin always helped.
The pack always helped.
Jungkook knew it was all okay. The pack never let anyone harm you.
You had a support system, you just didn't know it yet.
Not an issue.
They were always in your corner. Well, the corner they had built for themselves in your life. You'd only actually met Namjoon and Hoseok before.
Which, Jungkook was sort of jealous of. They'd gotten to actually meet you. Talk to you, smell you. While Jungkook and the others only got descriptions of in the beginning.
Though once Namjoon had sensed Jungkook's jealousy he easily solved it by pulling Jungkook onto his knot that night and keeping him pressed between himself and Hobi. Jungkook facing Joon, Hobi at Jungkook's back. Keeping Kookie smushed between the two older alphas. He couldn't be jealous of his mind was preoccupied by getting knotted by pack alpha.
And getting knotted by Namjoon was always a treat.
He was thick enough to that you need prep, and long enough that if you weren't careful, you could impale yourself on it.
And yes. Jungkook was being serious.
It was easier for the omegas of the pack to take a knotting from Namjoon as they were regularly stretched out. But the other alphas? Not so much. But also yes?
The pack had a very active sex life, all together.
Though the alphas were used to taking Namjoon's knot, sometimes they just needed some prep if it had been a minute since they had a good knotting from pack alpha.
Seeing as he had the biggest knot out of the pack. So sometimes the alphas just needed a little bit more prep before they took their alpha.
Nothing wrong with it.
Namjoon and Jinnie would be a bit more concerned if one knotting was all it took to keep their pups holes stretched and ready for use.
But it goes to show, The pack had many ways to keep Jungkook from feeling Jealous. All it took was that one knotting and he wasn't upset anymore.
But it wasn't just because he'd gotten fucked good. No, it was because he didn't have a reason to be upset after the fact. The very next morning after breakfast with the pack and a few lazy make out sessions, Namjoon and Hobi took him to CinnamonGrove.
And there you had been.
In booth 12, typing away on a very shitty and outdated laptop that was covered in stickers. Jungkook was taken aback. Namjoon and Hoseok had not done you justice.
You were more than beautiful or gorgeous.
You were breathtaking.
Jungkook felt like Icarus, except you rivaled the sun. He was drowning in the sight of you.
Back then, and currently. Every time he saw you at least.
Even when he couldn't see you in real time, he had photos of you around the house he could look at.
The pack all picked a singular photo of you that they wanted around the house, and they even got cute little frames. All violet purple simple frames that the pack decorated during a wine night. Little pink hearts now accompany what used to be a plain, rectangular frame. And the pictures of you could be found all over the house. There's two in the living room, one hanging in the kitchen (It's a picture of you licking leftover brownie batter off a spatula), and one in the dining room.
Oh oh! and the last three are in a little collage that Jungkook had made and printed off. He'd given them to the pack as a little collage photo card of you, and now the pack keeps it in their wallet. It makes them so happy to see it whenever they go to pay for something and see your face in their wallet. Plus kook had been so pleased whenever they eagerly took the cards, proud of his work and his ability to make a good gift for everyone in the pack. (The pack also had trouble figuring out where to put the last three photos of you in the house).
And right as Jungkook finished his last brushstroke he sighed. the painting of the room was complete.
Step one, done. Completed. Now they could furnish. And right whenever Jungkook was fixing to pick up his phone to text the pack group chat that he finished the painting, his phone rang.
"Hyung?"
"Koo, is anyone else home with you?"
"No, it's just me. Why?"
Hoseok sighed on the other end.
"There's been an incident. I handled it, but our girl is coming home today."
Jungkook froze.
"What? What do you mean-"
"Kook. Get everyone home and I'll explain after okay?"
"Okay. See you soon hyung.."
"See you soon baby."
Then the line went dead.
Jungkook instantly texted the group chat.
Emergency. Come home. Hobi is bringing her home.
No one needed more than that.
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Everything did not go to plan, is all Hoseok could think as he carried you out of the warehouse and into a car awaiting his arrival.
This went royally sideways, and you were not ready for them to take you home yet. But what other choice did he have? Those maggots put their filthy hands on you, tried to touch you like you were theirs, then they were going to sell you off to the highest bidder. He couldn't stand by and let you go through that just because you weren't supposed to come home yet. Your room wasn't even fully finished for christ sakes!
There's nothing you can do about it now. Just take her home and put her in the nest. That's where she'll be safe, his alpha growled in his head.
He gently set you down on the backseat of the car before climbing in himself, then pulling you into his lap so he could hold you.
His sweet girl. You've been through so so much. And it's okay. The pack will help make it better. They promise.
"Drive home." He instructs the driver smoothly after putting a seatbelt over you. Neglecting to put one on himself. He wasn't the priority right now. You were.
Their sweet omega.
So precious.
These weren't the best circumstances, but you'll finally be home where you belong.
And Hoseok couldn't be more pissed and thrilled at the same time. Sure the pack got you home sooner than planned, but that was a blessing and a curse. One that came with pros and cons, like everything else in life.
They just had to play their cards right.
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"That's seriously all he said? I'm going to strangle him!" Jimin hissed.
"Calm down Minnie." Yoongi's intercepted smoothly. His voice was always like cold water being thrown on a fire, and it always made Jimin melt just enough to lose his biting edge.
"He wouldn't have given so little if he actually had time Minnie, you know that." Seokjin piped up.
"I know, but still! This is terrifying! We don't know why she's coming home, but it can't be good!" he huffed. Running his hand through his hair for the thousandth time.
"Minnie it'll be okay. Everyone's stressed, but when they get here we take care of this like a pack. Just like always, okay?" Namjoon chimed in. Classic pack alpha. Soothing, but also reminding that everyone is equally as stressed as he is.
Jimin sighed and took a deep breath after that. Nodding. Joon was right. Everyone was stressed. Poor koo has been on the edge of a panic attack in Taehyung's arms since everyone got home. He always was the most affected by his worry for you. Can anyone blame him? No.
The rest of the pack wasn't fairing well either. Seokjin had been pacing the room since they got home, Joon wouldn't stop fidgeting with his hands, and Jungkook and Taehyung were glued to each other.
"Hyung if you keep pacing like that I will have an aneurysm."
"What do you suggest I do Jimin?" He hissed, turning to glare at him.
"Anything but that!"
"Jesus fucking christ-"
"Enough! Both of you." Namjoon interjected. Giving both of them a look to shut them up.
Now wasn't the time for petty little arguments. Everyone's stressed and worried. And everyone is trying to handle it their own way.
"Both of you need to just calm down-"
"I HEARD A CAR. IS HOBI HOME?" Taehyung screeched. Jumping away from Jungkook to get to a window to check if it really was hoseok.
"IS IT?" Jungkook jumped up too, previous panic attack? Practically gone. Joining Taehyung at the window, they both confirmed that it was in fact, Hoseok.
"IT'S HIM! HE'S HOME!"
"Oh our baby is so pretty unconscious," Taehyung cooed while looking out the window. Fingers prying the blinds open so he could see better. With the blinds pried open, he could see hobi getting out of the car with you unconscious in his arms.
"Isn't she so pretty koo?"
"Definitely." He agreed.
"Okay both of you. Away from the window. They're coming inside." Seokjin huffed, making the two youngest move. They complied with a grumble, but complied nonetheless.
The doorknob turned.
The rest of the pack watched as the door opened, and then saw Hoseok carrying you in. Sleeping so peacefully in his arms. A few bruises littering your wrists, and a few on your arms made all eyes of the pack darken, but no questions came yet. Those could wait a moment. First they needed to welcome hoseok back home, and welcome you home.
This house was your home now.
They were your home.
Namjoon closed the distance between him and Hoseok. Taking you from hobi's arms to set you on the couch.
"Welcome home, sweet girl."
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sooooo... what do we think? <3
I am about halfway through writing Chapter 1 of Thorns Welcome you home, and I'm wondering, does anyone have some ideas for anything they'd like to see in it? I know the teaser didn't go into much detail yet, (on purpose, can't give you everything yet lovelies :3) butttt I was curious if anyone had anything they'd want to see in the series. So I'm opening a suggestions box for it. Every ask for the suggestions box I'll put under the tag ThornsWyh suggestion box. :3
Also, for all my p1 readers, you're not being ignored I promise. I had very little time for a while due to being busy, and school. Though I'm back now and cooking up a Jongseob x reader fic with a little sprinkle of taeyang x reader in there.
The teaser for my series I'm starting. Thorns Welcome You Home. I hope you enjoy it!
This place is fucking disgusting.
The walls, the floor, the unwanted hands and fingers curling around you. You can already feel the grime and they've only just started. But that's what this is right?
A punishment.
You knew it was a bad idea to go through a dark secluded alley in downtown as an omega. Especially since crime had been ramping up. So what could you have really expected? That you'd walk away unscathed? Really?
No.
Now you face where you are, this situation you are in. But do you? Maybe if you disassociate you won't remember exactly what this alpha does to you.
You might not remember the eyes watching him do it.
Maybe you could even scrub off the the feeling of his hands if you got away. But you didn't have time to think about it before there was a loud ringing in your ears and a blood curdling scream. Snapping you out of your head. The feeling of hands across your chest were no longer there.
The alpha was falling to the floor, blood pooling at his feet. Two gunshot wounds fresh on his thighs. The only thing you could think of when you saw the wounds was how well deserved it was that the thick crimson liquid was now gushing out of him.
Fucking karma.
Though, now that your thinking about it. who the fuck shot him? Your eyes flicked up. Searching the room. You couldn't see anyone else. Only the alpha's pathetic lackies. Who were also looking around, trying to figure out where the bullets came from.
One of them started walking towards the door of the room, getting a shot delivered to the back of his head before he could even put his hand on the knob.
The other two stared at the body as it fell. That's two down. Now what of the other two. The weird thing about this situation as it seemed to only just be getting started. The shooter waiting for them to move before he puts a bullet in their skull.
But that wouldn't explain why they shot the alpha first... Would it..?
In the shadows of the room a different alpha is staring at you. Observing you closely. He can almost see the thoughts in your head as they're forming.
Such an interesting thing isn't it?
The ability to read people like an open book. And you were practically inviting him into your head.
Weren't you pretty thing?
His eyes flickered to you.
You were trying to figure this out to distract yourself. That much was obvious. He wondered if it was your way of coping even if it meant you really weren't processing.
He didn't dwell on it for too long.
Without another thought he raised his gun and fired off two more shots. One to the head, and the other straight through the neck. The last two lackies falling to the floor in front of your eyes.
You blinked. Your eyes widening for the first time since the murders in front of you started happening. Poor thing you were just so desensitized weren't you?
A shame. It would have been fun to break you in.
Your eyes flicked all around the room. You still hadn't figured out where the person was, and were trying to locate them. Now that you're kidnappers were all dead that only left you. What would happen now?
A pretty omega with her wrists already tied up was a present wrapped and ready to be taken to the next grimey warehouse to be poked and prodded at.
Though you didn't have too much time to think about it. A quiet pair of footsteps behind you made you snap your head around. Almost too quiet to be noticeable, but you caught it. The chains on your feet weighing heavy. Your eyes met a pair that were already staring at you.
Dark brown and heavy with something you couldn't distinguish yet. You didn't get the chance to stay conscious long enough to try to figure out what emotion was behind his eyes.
If there was any.
A different gun shot a tranquilizer into your leg.
"Sorry sweetheart, Can't bring you home conscious. You'd see too much. And we can't have you spiraling further." was the last thing you heard along with a gunshot before your vision blacked out.
Though you didn't feel anything. No indication of a bullet tearing through you. The last thing you felt before you fully lost consciousness was a pair of arms lifting you up and your ankles free of the shackles that were attached to them.
And as those dark brown eyes stared at your unconscious form, he can't help but wonder. How much did it really take for you to crack so much?
Their precious jewel.
It's okay.
The cracks wouldn't matter once they polished you.
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Next->
Okay I know I've been away for a minute, but I'm back! Now,
What should yan!jiung do?
manipulate the reader into coming home with home and keeping them after
Straight up kidnap
Thoughts??
should I write a yandere Jiung series..?
yes. need to see that man deranged
no
no write a different member as a yan
Damn ok guys... Y'all really want him crazy.... Tehe, coming up.
should I write a yandere Jiung series..?
yes. need to see that man deranged
no
no write a different member as a yan
not a fic request, rather a request for knowledge
do you have any favorite piwon writers? i feel like there arent that many writers for them in general so its hard to know where to start
but you always reblog (and post your own) bangers so i feel like you have excellent taste
oh my goddd stop flirting with meee (don’t stop ily)
Boy do I have a list for you. These are just some but there’s def more out there!! You just gotta crawl thru the depths of tumblr for ‘em
@kisseobie
@slxtarchive
@sugarbabymingi
@filmsunshine
@spectaculardrama
@kaitheo
@kwanstarz
@liliesonthego
@sinningsinister
@tintedsvn
@dollieholls
@sleepyeclipes
@eu4mi
@blondechariot
@kissoulie
All of the blogs listed here post certified bangers, so enjoy!!
- archie
Oh my god??? Thank you??? I love you?
🌺 anonie I promise I'm getting around to your ask I just have a specific idea, and I need rest as I am sick but I'll start working on it tomorrow!
Unfortunately no Piwon boys in my dream but I woke up with the filthiest thought okay so Imagine ur in the studio and you’re recording a sort of sensual song and jiung is there helping you record and produce
You keep trying to make your voice sound breathy/moany like jiung is directing you but it’s not quite coming out that way. Jiung, as a good friend/member of yours, offers to help so he gets in the booth with you, gets behind you and uses his hands on you to pull out moans from you and things… Escalate…
The mic catches it all. And then just imagine ur in the studio with Theo the next day and he stumbles upon the recording…You don’t even need to write this LOL but I just had to put this out somewhere 😵💫😵💫 feel free to add ur own thoughts freak twin
- 🍒
Delivery!!! Here!
Studio time
Concept: Your recording a sensual song for your new ep coming out, but you can't get your moans right... Your studio buddy decides to help with that.
Warning: content contains: Smut, yelling, cum eating, fingering, reader is slightly insecure, mentions of tasting yourself, Theo hears the voice recording of the sex you have, Jiung is downbad, and a bit of dumbification. (Let me know if I missed any!)
A Jiung x reader fic
This was a thought from 🍒 anonie that I made into a fic sooo let's get into it shall we?
You're slowly getting frustrated. You've recorded everything else for this song. The chorus, the rap verse, everything. You have everything else but this done. Who knew moaning into a mic could prove to be this hard. Are you forcing it too much? Are you not making them high enough? Are you- Jiung pulls you out of your thoughts by coming into the booth. He could see the frustration bubbling up to the surface as he was watching you through the window of the studio. You had been working on this track all day. He knew you were going to be here a while, that's why he brought your favorite takeout. Sadly it's been left untouched as you haven't stopped trying to moan into the mic since he's gotten there. He's been sitting and watching so patiently. Offering small pieces of advice to help whenever needed. Though, there really was only one way he could think of to help with this problem.. It wouldn't hurt to make them real would it? Sure you two weren't official, but you were close. Close enough that you hang out at his dorm. Close enough that Keeho texts you when Jiung needs cheering up. Close enough to deny dates from other idols because all you can think of is Jiung in that moment. You feel enough for him to crave the smell of him in your bed. You deny any of these feelings. He could just be being nice... Right? There's no way he isn't being nice. He just views you as a friend. Sure you cuddle sometimes. That doesn't mean anything though. So as he's coming closer to you in the booth you're internally panicking. He's so close to you. You can practically feel his body heat radiating off of him. You can also smell his cologne, and god it makes you weak. He always smells so good. Every time you hug him you always smell his cologne. You swear he applies it on his neck. It really does something to you. Because why else would you be thinking about leaving a mark on his neck right now? Wait.... What?! How did your thoughts get here. You were just frustrated with not being able to record a good moan.
Was it the way he looked at you as he came into the studio? Like he knew just how to help you calm down? Was it the way he just looks so good under this lightning? You don't know what it was but he's in front of you, looking into your eyes, ready to speak. When you finally hold eye contact is when he starts to speak.
"Wanna take a break? You've been at this for a minute. Maybe taking a step away for a minute will help?" He spoke, lightly urging you to give yourself a second before you blow a casket.
Your brows furrowed. You don't need a break. You just need to get this fucking moan recorded on right. Which leads to you replying with your voice slightly raised.
"I don't need a break. I- I just need to get this done! It shouldn't have even taken me this long!" You laughed breathlessly. This was getting to you more than you meant it too. And Jiung is just looking at you with that look.
"I really don't! I just need this done now!"
You don't even mean to start yelling, everything is just bubbling up-
And his lips are on yours.
You don't even process it before you start kissing him back, melting into his hands that are positioned on your waist.
It's so messy.
The kiss is just full of frustration from your end. You need release. And Jiung is giving you an outlet to relieve that stress. And now you're breaking away from his lips for air before going back to them again. You can't help the wetness that starts to grow as his hands go down your back, resting there. It's clear he's not putting them on your ass on purpose, which is what makes you grab his hand and place it there. He moans into your mouth at your desperate action. You wanted this. No you needed this. And you want Jiung to know that. And he definitely does as the kissing between you two gets more passionate, filled with need from both sides. You're whining into his mouth as you're clawing at his shirt. He's chuckling into your mouth before he breaks away to pull it above his head.
As it comes off you fully take in the sight of him. His abs, his tattoo.. you don't fully realize how long you've been looking at him till he speaks again.
"Am I that pretty baby?" He asked, pulling you towards him.
He catches you in his arms, but your chest is pressed against his body, and feeling him on you is making you soak through your underwear, making a wet patch on your shorts. You hope to God he doesn't notice as he puts a leg in-between both of yours as he pulls you in for another kiss. Sadly, god is not on your side. You can tell he felt it by the way he's smiling into the kiss.
"your so wet baby, is this all because of me?" He asked as he broke the kiss, fingers on the wet patch of your shorts.
You can't help but whine as he teases you. He just chuckles again and is playing with your shorts, making you impatient.
"Jiungie please.." you begged. You couldn't take this right now.
"okay baby, I'll stop teasing now.. lets take off these shorts, hm?" He replied chuckling as he pulled your shorts and underwear down. You're looking down at where his fingers are before he takes his thumb and gently applies pressure to your clit, rubbing small circles, and now your heads thrown back. The moan you let out is music to his ears, and it's another thing that contributes to the tent in his sweatpants right now. You whine as he takes his thumb away, but the loss doesn't last long as he turns you so your back is against his chest. He then brings his hand back down and to your pussy, dragging two fingers and up and down your slick folds before putting one inside you. You moan as his finger enters you. It feels so good. It's long and slender, and it's curling at just the right angle that has you crying out. You can't see it, but he's smiling behind you. He's living for this. It doesn't matter that he's painfully hard. He needs you to cum on his fingers. And that's what has him putting another one inside you. You cry out again, and start to chase his hand, grinding back down onto his hand, which has him groaning behind you. Your so fucking needy for him right now and it's so fucking hot. He adds another finger.
"Jiung- s'too much-!" You cried, but he wasn't having it.
"You can take it baby, you have too. How else will my cock fit inside you later, hm? You want me to be inside this pretty pussy don't you?" He asked, teasing. But you're too far gone.
You whine as he teases you, but you can't help but nod. So drunk on pleasure already that it has you babbling, and dumb on his fingers.
"mm-mhm! I-I do! Please Jiung, want you inside s-so bad-!" You cried out. He chuckled at your reply. He could feel you getting close, as your walls were clamping down on his fingers. He just continued to finger you, curling his fingers at that perfect angle again, making you moan out so loud, and in a string as you were fixing to cum.
"fuck, fuck fuck! Jiung! I-Im cumming!" You cried out, chasing his hand as you rode out your release. You both then just stayed like that for a minute. You breathless, his fingers still inside of you. After a minute he pulls them out, and licks them clean of all your release. You then pull him in for a kiss, getting a taste of yourself on his tongue. Once you break away, you offer to help with his hard-on but he denies you. Not because he doesn't want it, but because you need to rest. Your takeout is still in the studio, uneaten, and you need to hydrate as well. As he tells you that you need a break, you nod, put on your clothes and follow him out of the recording booth. you sit beside each other, eating your takeout. Once you finish, you rest your head on his shoulder and he starts to confess.
"I like you. As a lot more than friends. Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.
You nodded and kissed him softly.
It's a few days later. Neither of you have been in the studio since, taking some time away to spend time with each other. And most of the boys have been doing the same, taking some time for themselves. Except for apparently Theo. He went into the studio to see what all Jongseob had done for a beat they were talking about, and he thought it was the most recent file on the computer, but he was wrong. Instead of a beat, he was greeted by the sound of your moans and the squelch of Jiung's fingers as they moved in and out of you. He automatically clicked out of the file, and just stood there for a minute. Stunned. For the next few days he kind of avoids you. You don't really understand why until you both remember that you didn't exactly lock that recording. You don't know if you'll ever be able to look him in the eye again.
I love you already <3 such an amazing writer
Awwww thank you anonie! That's so sweet :3 :) I'm glad you like my work
I was NOT EXPECTING THAT HELLO?? You’re so generous that had me gripping my sheets KEEHO WHAT A MAN ofc it was Jiung’s idea I just know that man is a freak under those layers of shy boy next door vibes jiung u ain’t fooling anyone
What a nice bed time story, maybe it’ll manifest in my dreams 😌
No joke tho, you served and ate with that that was so hot
- 🍒
Tehe I'm a d1 freak what can I say lmao. Glad you enjoyed it anonie. :3
