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warnings: Yandere a/b/o Ateez x 9th F! member reader, omega reader, alpha hongjoong, seonghwa, san, yeosang and yunho, omega mingi and wooyoung, beta jongho, yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dark content, aggressivenes, feral lycan boys, knotting, noncon, sexual themes, smut, ongoing series, this is in no way I picture the boys, and you shouldn't either this is a work of fiction. Female reader, y/n is used once, p.s if you'd like a male vers lmk I'll rewrite it :D
a/n: Im back bitchessss les get this shit goinnnn 1.5k words
Your eyes sleepily blinked open to the pawing at your thighs and whispers of excitement. What the hell?
Everything was wet- of sweat and slick, creating a mix of body fluid leaking from your body as it entered heat without your permission. And the boys were clearly in enjoyment creating you stress as you gaze down at Wooyoung between your thighs, licking up your juices with his tongue out like a depraved dog in a desert that finally found an oasis. You let out a squeak immediately kicking him away from your thighs, only top find her wouldnât move and only growled like an alpha. The omega only let his relentless grooming down when a loud growl penetrated the air, coming from Hongjoong. He stood at the door to the nesting den before he didnât- and he was grabbing Wooyoung by his hair forcing a moan from the foxy man as he teared him away from you.
âShe went into full heat and you didnât tell us?â Hongjoong asked with danger premeating his tone- he would never harm an omega of his pack, but a punishment for his selfish greed would be honed upon him for sure. He had just arrived from a quick meeting with the rest of Ateez with the exception of Wooyoung at the company. Of course your stubborn ass would go into full heat the second they left. The meeting hadnât been planned and was urgent, so despite his desire and need to stay near he left. And dragged six other members along with him due to the ceoâs questioning. He could fuck off for all of Hongjoong could care. And here he comes in to find Wooyoung lapping at their prized omega instead of calling him- what a jerk. Heâs supposed to know the lead alpha is the first for every member of the pack. No exceptions. At least the little shit didnât penetrate yet.
Wooyoung was about to respond before the rest of their pack tore in, eyes glazed with hunger and need. They could smell it- the scent of need and desire- sending every alpha and omega in the room into an instinctual mode to comfort and fuck their new pup into submission. Whispers and moans of nothing but excitement tore through the air.
Hongjoong let his rough hold of Wooyoung go as he nodded at San. âPunish the little cunt.â He barked. San didnât waste time mounting Wooyoung in a doggy posistion, rutting against the omegaâs ass. He made sure they both had a clear view of you though and you could see the show as you rubbed your thighs together unknowingly that the real show was about to happen as Hongjoong started undressing. The thunderous sound of your heart beating wildly in your chest seemed all the more intense as you watched them shed their extra clothing.
They were all perfectly sculpted which only made you feel more insecure about your figure, starting to slightly panic more as your curled in on your nakedness, hoping to hide. This was happening- you were about to be fucked- you couldnât stop this- your body needed them. All of them. Your insecurities didnt have long to muster before Hongjoong crawled on top of you, eyes glazed and hungry as he lifts your legs on his shoulder, eyes staring at your pussy before he dived in. The pleasure was instant, a whine tore from your mouth as you shook from the intense excatsy that flooded your body. Though you didnt really expect him to do something like this, it still didnât stop your surprised gasp as you gave him a perfect opening to slide his tongue between your lips, nose rubbing against your clit as he let his tongue explore your insides as his eyes rolled back in pleasure at your taste. But he quickly found his eyes focusing on you as you twitched and tried to fight the pleasure off poorly.
Seonghwa climbed behind you, positioning your head on his lean stomach as his hands moved to your tits, grabbing and pawing as he watched his mate divulge in the oasis of your pussy. His fingers twisted at your nipples as Hongjoong stimulated you till you were crying out of need- for him to stop- no, you needed more.
Your alpha rose, face dripping with your liquids, giving you an unhinged smile.
âSuch a pretty fucking pussy.â He purred, fangs glinting in the light.
The rest of Ateez gathered around, watching and stimulating each other in need and desperation. They wanted their turn. But none of them dared rush their captain.
Hongjoong straightened to his full height, letting your legs drop ontop of his thighs as his right hand stroked his hard, leaking cock. The pure size of it had you coming to your senses and screaming as you tried to pull away, which only resulted in the two holding you down, the smiles never leaving their face.
âShhh, pretty kitty, be a good omega and take your alphaâs cock..â Seonghwa whispered in your ear as Hongjoong lined his dick with your leaky hole, stretched from his tongue.
Seonghwa kissed at your face, hands playing with your nipples, causing you to look at him with teary eyes. Before you could prepare yourself, Hongjoong rutted his cock all the way into you within a milisecond, groaning from pleasure as he hit your cervix, pushing at it with his leaky tip. He shook from pleasure as he gave you a moment to adjust as he rubbed his tip all in your cervix.
âgonna fuckinâ cum in your womb, baby, gonna have you leaking on my knot like a fountain.â Hongjoong growled, hips pulling back before snapping into a brutal pace that left you crying and screaming from pleasure. His knot was already swelling inside of you slowly, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot, making you overstimulated as you cried, but you needed more- you needed his knot- his fangs in your neck- all of them- all eight of their fucking knots.
âYeahh.. thats fucking it, cry on daddyâs cock. You know you fucking love being pumped full like this by your alpha. Youâre gonna take it all arenât chaâ?â Hongjoong growled eyes crazed as he went into a frenzy, his right hand finding your clit as he made sure to overwhelm you in pleasure till you break. His left hand dug into your hip, gripping as he dragged your body to meet his thrusts, giggling as Seonghwa licked at your neck, giving your nipples attention. He moaned loudly, mouth open and drool slipping from his mouth, fangs slowly growing farther out in preparation with his knot.
You couldnât do anything but cry louder as every part of your body was being stimulated- or at least thatâs what you thought before you felt Hongjoong slow down, grabbing something from Yeosang before popping it in his mouth and sucking until it was well lubed with his saliva. You didnât have time to process before the anal plug was being shoved into your ass, as Hongjoong continued thrusting, picking up his pace once it was in. You need to be claimed in all places, of course. The plug was just for preparation. Youâd get use to it real fucking fast tonight.
You cried in embarrasment as you almost immediately creamed on his cock the second you were double penetrated. Fuck it felt good, Everything was being stimulated- you couldnât think of anything but Hongjoongâs name, eyes rolling back as your body shook from pleasure.
Your alpha laughed cruely, thrusts unrelentless despite your orgasm. His knot was swelling to the limit- he could feel it rising, getting ready to pump your stupid fucking cunt full of his seed. Make you even more fucking stupid on his cock.
âSuch a good fucking, pup. Yeah, you like it so much, sometimes you need to just shut your fucking mouth and let your body do the talking on my cock.â You couldnât help the squeeze your pussy gave as he rutted inside. âYeahh, thatâs it, you gonna milk your daddyâs cock right? Take it all, mhmm?â
His words turned into a loud rumble as he slammed his hips into your one last time, letting his huge knot swell, locking your bratty ass in place as his cock pumped his seed into the deepest part of you. Hongjoongâs fangs found your neck before your could scream from another orgasm his knot caused you, shaking violently as your eyes rolled back.
He kept rolling his knot in deeper as he could, not giving a fuck about your cries and continuous orgasm. âFuckâŚ, fuck yeah, just like that.â Hongjoong whimpered in pleasure shaking as his dick continued spewing like a fountain in your tight cunt, tip pressing uncomfortable hard into your cervix, ensuring all his cum went directly into your womb.
Your body went limp, accepting his seed and knot, letting it calm your heat. The bite on the center of your neck stung like a fucker, and made your body more overwhelmed as you felt the connections come together with the rest of your packmates. Seonghwa purred with Hongjoong, behind you, hugging your upper body with his shoulders and nuzzling his head into your hair.
The last thing you see before passing out from pleasure and exhaustion are the boys gathering around you in awe, praises leaving their mouth.
âfuck..â Mingi whispered, âsheâs so perfect.â
Tags: Â Porn With Plot, Cunnilingus, Attempted Oviposition, Oviposition, Male Lactation, Dry Humping, Blow Jobs, Creampie, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary: You're at a road block in life where an arranged marriage proposal to a loveless marriage is your only option left. That is, until your offered a job opportunity at Mr. Gojo's Ranch where exotic, undesirable, or hard-to-adopt hybrids are given a loving home. Despite his kind-hearted soul everyone has to earn their keep here, even you.
Inspired by Mr. A's farm and Cloud Meadow
Notes: Reader is a cis woman with she/her pronouns. No specific body type or race is given. Also you're broke.
Word count: 3k
Cross posted on ao3
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Ending
The sun was shining unusually bright as your car rattled through what seemed like miles of farmland. The listing photos hadn't done justice to how massive the legendary Satoru Gojo's ranch was. It had taken you forever to get here, and now the sun was already setting right behind his ranch house, burning the whole horizon in a bleeding orange.
Well, he did say I could show up whenever I wanted today. Maybe that's a good sign. Maybe he already wants me.
You'd been trying to scrape together enough to move back home when his ad flashed on your TV, right as you were reading yet another rejection email.
Live-in ranch hand. No experience required. Exceptional compensation. Must be comfortable with long-term, live-in commitment.
Exceptional compensation rang throughout your head the entire drive. You hadn't had exceptional anything in a long time. Not since you stopped living with your stepdad, and especially not since your hours were cut at the diner. His lecture still rang in your head from your last phone call.
âCome back and accept his proposal. You're clearly not cut out to make your own choice. I wouldn't be surprised if you've already started whoring yourself out to make rent.â
No, you couldn't go back. If you did, you'd never be independent again. Instead, you'd be stuck as some upper-middle manager's wife while he banged his secretary. Then, twenty years from now, he's divorcing you for his intern, but you couldn't let that happen so you kill him to get the insurance, and she catches you in the act so now you have to kill her andâ
Damn, you really needed to stop watching true crime documentaries.
As your car bumped up the rocky driveway, your eyes shifted to your cracked flip phone. The texts youâd sent your âfriendsâ last night were still left on read. You gripped the steering wheel harder as you thought about Mei Mei, who had simply left you on sent. Ever since you told them you weren't in contact with your POS stepdad anymore, they started ignoring you.
If I get this job, I'll only have to work for at least two years instead of five. Maybe if I sell some old clothes and call them vintage, cut back on a few expenses, and start visiting different food banks...
You were lost in thought, calculating how you were going to survive off rotisserie chicken, when the porch light clicked on. As you shut off your engine and opened your door, the front door slammed open and Satoru Gojo stepped out.
Despite the fading sun, he wore a pair of dark sunglasses. The videos online really hadn't prepared you for the suffocating gravity of him in person. He was tall â impossibly tall. His broad shoulders filled the doorframe before he sauntered down the steps.
"Hey! Welcome to the ranch!"
His voice was a rich, vibrating baritone that soothed your anxiety. You had to crane your neck just to meet his face when he reached you. He made you feel incredibly small, but instead of feeling intimidated it was unnaturally pleasant.
"You came right on time. I just finished making dinner. There's extra if you're hungry."
The dying sun lit up behind him like a halo, gilding the white tips of his hair gold, but your eyes were transfixed on his body. The top half of his red flannel was unbuttoned, pushed back to reveal a tight, sweat-dampened white tank top underneath. The thin cotton hugged the thick slabs of pectoral muscles and the hard lines of his abdomen. You could see the faint sheen of sweat clinging to the hollow of his throat, tracing down into the shadow of his exposed collar bone.
He noticed you were zoned out and waved a hand in front of your face.
"Hey. Still with me?â
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you rapidly nodded.
âKnew you'd eventually come.â He murmured. "Sorry about the directions. The hybrids are exotic, so I like to keep the location a secret. I can trust you, right?" He leaned down so you were face-to-face when he asked and you could smell the intoxicating scent of dark chocolate on his breath mixed with the whatever expensive cologne he was wearing.
It should've felt degrading, but the image of him slaving over a hot stove with his sleeves rolled up past his elbows exposing his thick forearms, overode your self respect.
"Yeah! Of course, Mr. Gojo or Gojo-san? On your ads, they call you Mr. Gojo." You stammered, feeling the heat radiate off his muscular body.
"Great. But call me Satoru." His jaw tightened imperceptibly. "Mr. Gojo makes me feel old."
He stepped around the side of your car. "Now-"
He peered into the side window, frowned, and moved to the back. Then, without asking, he opened your driver's door and popped your trunk. Without asking he began rummaging around, and grunted in confusion when it didn't have whatever he was looking for.
"Where are your bags?" he asked, shutting the trunk.
"My bags? You mean, like a work bag?" You asked anxiously.
Shit. I already showed up late, and now I'm underprepared. He didn't say anything about this over the phone, did he?
Your mind scrambled back towards the phone interview a few days prior, but his voice cut through your thoughts.
"I've got some spare clothes." Satoru said smoothly, casually leaning against your car, drawing your eyes down to the way his worn denim jeans hugged his thighs. "They won't fit you great, but you said on the phone you could tailor. That wasn't just a getting-to-know-you thing, right? I can't be the only one here who's any good with a needle."
âIsn't this the final interview?â You asked, confused.
You hadn't packed any clothes and the only thing you'd brought was a folder with your references in it. Though, you hope he didn't look at them since two of those references were just your friends.
Satoru tilted his head. Even behind the dark lenses, you could feel the heavy weight of his stare.
"The interview.â He said slowly. Now sounding just as confused as you did. âWe did the interview. On the phone. You got the job. Why else would I give you the directions? I don't hand those out to people I'm still thinking about."
"I⌠I thought today was just to meet in person." Your folder suddenly felt incredibly stupid in your hands. "I figured if it went well I'd go home, pack, and-"
"Go home?" He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "No, no. It went beautifully last week. You're here now, so let's get you inside."
You looked back down the dark, rocky driveway, biting your lip anxiously. The directions had taken you over an hour, and you weren't sure you could retrace them in the pitch black.
"It's a long way back." Satoru murmured gently. "And you're already here. Stay tonight. I made some pasta using squid ink. You'll love it.â
As the sun finally set and darkness swallowed the road behind you, you nodded, following him into the warmth of his house.
You weren't sure what youâd expected from a man who ran a ranch for exotic hybrids, but the inside of his house was immaculate. The hardwood floors were polished to a mirror shine, doubling the warm, amber glow of the house lights. A candle burned steadily on a side table, filling the living room with the comforting scent of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. You tried not to let it get to your head that he had likely lit it just for you.
Your apartment was the exact opposite. You winced thinking about the clutter that piled up because you were always too tired to deal with it.
"Like the house, huh? A friend gave me some ideas, but I thought up most of it. I'm trying out this style called maximalism. Looks great, right?â Satoru said, tossing a smirk over his shoulder as he led the way.
You'd been in plenty of houses that were flagrantly over decorated to show off their wealth, but Satoru's home felt homey instead. The framed photos lining the hall definitely helped. There were multiple shots of him and another tall man with long, dark hair. In one, the two of them wore matching school uniforms, leaning into each other and smiling brightly at the camera.
It made you think of your own years at school. How you didn't have a photo like that hanging in your apartment.
In a newer picture, the two of them sat together at the edge of a lake, except his friend's lower body had become a writhing mass of deep purple tentacles. Strangely, he looked happier in that one. Hybrids were considered 3rd class citizens in most places. Turning into one was usually a lamentatious time.
"Very close friend of mine. He's a late-bloomer hybrid." Satoru noted, catching your gaze. His pleasant expression shifted, and a brief flash of irritation tightened his jaw. "We have another one here who has aâŚunique personality. Don't let him push you around tomorrow. As long as I'm here, he'll behaveâ
You nodded, a little nervous at the warning. His large hand came to rest between your shoulder blades to softly urge you forward towards the kitchen. The smell of cooking grew stronger as you got closer and what greeted you had your mouth watering.
Hefty rolls of fan tuan sat on a plate, the sticky purple rice pairing with blackened-orange, char-grilled carrots. Beside it sat a heavy pot of pitch-black spaghetti the inky strands making the plump cherry tomatoes mixed into it pop like jewels. Sitting at the end of the table were two thick slices of dark chocolate cake.
"This looks incredible. You're sure it's okay if I have some?" You asked, a little too eagerly.
Satoru chuckled, throwing a heavy arm over your shoulders. Despite the savory aromas filling the kitchen, all you could smell was his expensive amber cologne.
"It'll be the best thing you've tasted all month." His voice rumbled right next to your ear as he pulled out a chair and steered you into it. "All year, actually.â
He pushed your chair in once you sat down, then settled into the one beside you closer than was strictly normal. A week ago it might have felt awkward, but you found his eccentricities almost endearing. You reached out and spooned a modest portion onto your plate. Satoru took the serving spoon from you and piled on more.
âNo need to be stingy. Have as much as you want.â
He grabbed a rice roll, dipping it into a pool of chili sauce. Eagerly, you twirled the black pasta around your fork and took a bite. The flavor had a mild fishy taste, accompanied by a faint, metallic undertone that paired perfectly with the cherry tomatoes. Before you had even finished chewing, your fork was twisting up another bite.
âSatoru, this is amazing! I've never had anything like this before, but is there a lot of spice in this? I feel kinda warm.â
âNothing you can't handle.â Satoru purred. âI used a special, spiced squid ink from a local source. It has a bit of a kick to it though. Are you feeling alright?â A look of worry crossed his face.
"Yes!" You replied hastily, not wanting him to feel offended that the pasta was too spicy.
You twist up another rope of pasta before you were even done chewing, feeling ravenous, over the best thing you had eaten in months. Having a man cook for you made you hungry for something else but you shamefully shook that idea away.
"Do you have a secret restaurant tucked away somewhere too?"
"Nah." He shrugged, pleased. "Didn't like my usual takeout, figured I could do better, so I did. I don't cook like this every night. Though, maybe I will with all this praise I'm getting.â He grinned at you and you felt your cheeks warm up.
You scarfed down the pasta while Satoru worked through everything else, when the warmth in your body began to spread. His cologne smelled stronger, and it made you realize how close his chair was to yours. He draped an arm on the back of your chair which made his thigh brush against yours. He was just being friendly and here you were treating him like a Victorian woman showing an ankle.
Itâs just been so long. This'll pass. You prayed.
You twirled up some more pasta, when you noticed you were twisting up more than the last bite. You shook some of it off and started eating slower, feeling self-conscious about how much food you'd eaten. While you couldn't normally afford this much to eat, your stepfatherâs constant criticism had you eating less and less. Any trip to the store had you automatically flipping to the back to check the calories. Even now, when you were no longer worried about your figure for your future husband, Satoru's toned body made you jealous. How he could eat so much and still look like a snack.
He nudged your shoulder as your fork slowed down and it made you jolt from how sensitive your skin was.
"Eat as much as you want. You'll need it. We've got a lot ahead of us tomorrow.â
His attentiveness made the warmth in your body spread even farther. You ate more pasta to distract yourself from what you were feeling.
He pushed the slice of cake towards you and you took a bite. The chocolate was decadently sweet and given a stronger flavor byâŚby what?
"Coffee." He said, before you could even ask. "I mixed it in to bring out the chocolate. Frosting's nothing special, though. I bought it pre-made and whipped some softened butter into it.â
You took another bite as he rose and opened the fridge. He took out a pitcher of tea and poured two glasses. The sharp crack of ice tinkled like wind chimes as he put a few in and set a glass down in front of you.
âIs this peach tea?â
"Apricot lemon. I've got an apricot and lemon tree â they grow them this big." He held out a hand and you raised an eyebrow. "Aww, don't give me that look. They're hand-sized, I swear. I'd show you, but they grow on a recursive island â it's an island in the middle of a lake â and you'd have to get Suguru or Kenjaku to pick them for you. But those two hog all the good ones. I get stuck with the runts.â
You couldn't help the giggle that slipped out at his rambling. Despite his build he seemed like a nerdy guy with the way he was so knowledgeable, technically he even had glasses on.
I just got hired and I'm already developing a crush on my boss. It's just because I haven't gotten out much these days.
But as you watched his throat bob as took another swig of sweet tea, and you knew it was going to be an uphill battle.
"It's getting late." He set his glass down. "I'll show you to your room and dig up something for you to work in later on. What you've got on is fine for work tomorrow â you won't be doing any real work anyway.â
You glanced down at yourself and cringed. You'd dressed for what you thought was a second interview: a high-waisted pencil skirt and a short-sleeved blouse. You looked like an elementary school teacher who'd gotten left behind on a field trip.
You picked up your plate, but Satoru slipped the dish from your grip, stacking it atop his own.
âI'll get the dishes since you're my guest today.â He said as he put them in the sink.
He then placed his hand on the small of you back and led you towards the stairs. You could feel the heat from his palm right through your shirt and despite how it was warmer than your body heat it felt good. The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you followed him and soon you found yourself in an even cozier part of his home.
"Got an eye for it." He leaned against the doorframe. "If I'd let Suguru have his way, there'd be plush toys piled in every corner. He swears women love them â probably just eavesdropping on his daughters."
Woolen carpet comforted your feet as he walked you towards your room and inside was a fully furnished bedroom, minus any of his personal decorations. The plush mattress was covered by thin silk sheets for the hot summer climate. Right outside the window the lake gleamed under the moonlight. Considering how close it was, if you opened your window you could probably hear light splashing from the animals outside.
"I don't think I said it before but your decorating skills are stellar. It's so cozy in here."
"Actually," you admitted sheepishly, "I do love plushies. The jumbo ones are always sold out, though.â
You walked over and sat down on the bed, letting out a low moan of satisfaction at how incredible it felt against your sensitive skin. After sleeping on a rock for a mattress back home, this felt like a cloud.
"There's spare clothes in the dresser. Take whatever you like, I won't mind." He turned toward the door. "I'll introduce you to everyone tomorrow. Get some rest. You'll need it."
"Thank you, Satoru."
"No problem." He smiled back at you and his gaze made you shiver. "Welcome to the ranch.â
He closed the door and the latch clicked, leaving you alone to your thoughts. You opened up one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a large shirt with his ranch's logo plastered in the middle. The soft fabric felt good in your hands and you couldn't stop yourself as you pressed it against your nose. Your body felt electric and warm â too warm. You took your clothes off and quickly put his on before pulling up the collar and rubbing it against your nose.
Stop! What am I doing? I should be ashamed of myself for acting this way when he's just trying to be nice. God, he probably has a girlfriend. What am I doing.
You turn off the light and climb into bed as you try to ignore the feeling that maybe your stepfather was right. That you'd sell yourself just for a place to sleep.
Summary: Gojo rescues you during a curse attack, taking your unconsious form back to Shoko. You can see curses, and radiate a different type of cursed energy then heâs seen before, heâs convinced you were made for him. His soulmate. He keeps you at the school under the guise that he needs to evaluate your threat level. When you attempt escaping, you get dragged back by him, where he snaps your ankle. He keeps you in his clan house You try everything to escape- to get away, telling the elders and highers ups, Megumi- Yuji, but no one cares. They finally found something that kept Gojo under control, a thing that made him stay. And they know if they lost you- heâd go insane and burn the whole world down. Nothing matters more than you.
warnings: yandere content, yandere satoru gojo, reader is depicted as somewhat mentally ill, cussing, violence, gojo crazy bout u alrdy, uh yuh!
You shouldâve never decided to do foreign exchange school in japan. Sure- the idea seemed great at first. An excuse to finally travel to one of your dream vacations. Experience all the landscape. Learn the language better.
Needless to say, it was the worst mistake of your life. And youâd regret it forever.
On your third week of your new world, you decided to adventure more into the life of Japan. With all the schoolwork you had, language studying, and working, you barely had to travel, so when spring break came around you knew you had to take advantage. Maybe if you had decided to stay home that day- none of this would of happened. You wouldnât be trapped in this hell.
The cafe was bustling with attention from tourists to locals, known for their baked pastries and delectable drinks. It was a little nerve wracking with all the people, but also nice to get out and experience it. You moved forward in the line, smiling in greeting at the cashier.
âHi maâam! What would you like today?â The sweet young boy asked, using broken English to try and accommodate you.
You quickly gave him your order in your best Japanese, thanking him as you moved to sit and wait for your order to be ready. You pulled sketchbook out gently doodling before something caught your attention.
âcrowded!â
The shrill growl made your head jerk up, eyes landing on a tiny being sitting upon a young anxious girlâs shoulder. Ah, those things again. You had always been able to see these creatures, but in Japan, they were so abundant. Ghosts? Demons? You werenât sure. The small blue blob of a creature was channeling the girlâs social anxiety. They probably fed off negative emotions. The blob made eye contact, its bug eyes staring into your soul. You stuck your tongue out at it, giggling to yourself as your order number was called. They seemed to be harmless at least. You packed your sketchbook quickly, walking to the counter and grabbing your coffee, mentally preparing yourself for the day.
ââââââ
Your coffee was long gone now, abandoned on the grass, spilling into the weeds. But that wasnât your concern, as you sprinted away from the screaming of citizens. In this moment you realize how fucking wrong you were about those creatures- because now you had just came face to face with one that was twice the size of the hospital you had been walking by. People were dead- injured, and the building had collapsed when it emerged, and there was nothing you could do. At all. You froze in fear as it laughed, mockingly, staring into your soul. Fear had long crept into your system, your mouth was dry and your eyes were watering. Fuck. So you did the only thing a human could do when facing a monster the size of a damn hospital. Turn your back and sprint for your life.
Before you could make it away, claws grasped at you, throwing you against the wall harshly as you head smacked into the wall of the building, and then everything went black.
ââââ
Gojo was annoyed to say for the least, what was supposed to be his relaxing day eating as much candy and sweets he could get his paws on- it ended too fast with a call about a special grade curse at the local hospital. What a buzz kill. When he arrived on scene, he could only sigh once again in disappointment. He never got a day off! Why now?
As he approached the sad, destroyed building of the hospital, listening to the screams and the curse rage on, he closed his eyes under his blindfold. Mouth opening slightly to speak,
âEmerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impureâ
One of his veils quickly rose, casting off the outside world as he warped in front of the orange monstrosity of a curse. What a party pooper. The disgustingly large beast quickly locked eyes with him, barely being able to muster a growl before it was splattered into a million chunks. The curse energy fluctuation off of it disappeared, but something wasnât right just yet. Something was pumping cursed energy, and it was calling him. A curse user perhaps? Another special grade? A trick? He stilled, body stiffening, as he started looking around for the source, before following the scent of this energy.
He wandered through the chaos and destruction, ignoring the cries and stares from bystanders in the veil he cast, until he found the source of the cursed energy faucet.
A pile of ruble. How lovely. He grunted, lifting his blindfold up, frosty eyes looking at the hot mess of blood and rock beneath him. A hand. A small one, peeking out from the rubble, limp. There it was. The source that attracted him so much. He leaned down, lifting the damage quickly. Usually heâd leave the cleanup and victim saving to the police and Jujustu crew. But this was..different, he had to see who or what was under this. Were they dead-? He wondered briefly. No, that wouldnât make sense, they wouldnât be leaking energy like this.
It was effortless to find the person despite the chunk of concrete on them, his hands quickly dragging you from the destruction. Huh. A pretty little woman.
An ordinary one at that too. You rib cage was definitely broken- among other things, the back of your head bleeding like a fountain. Your breath coming out in rugged breaths. You wouldnât make it without immediate care for much longer, that much was clear.
Just who were you? You werenât a sorcerer or a curse user, clearly, right? His hands tightened around your broken body, head tilting. Just what should he do with you?
ââââââ-
Your head was pounding like a drum, and you couldnât open your eyes. Screams played on repeat in your head as you whimpered in pain. What the hell happened? You could hear someone talking, distantly, like they were under water, or maybe you were. Was this the after life? No, it couldnât be. You couldnât die in Japan- where your family would never know what truly happened. Or where you were. You were too young, you had to much to live for. You had to wake up. You couldnât die.
A soft touch to your hair made you gasp in fright, still unable to open your eyes. It felt like a 500 pound rock was sitting on them. A hot breath tickled your ear, leaning down.
âShh, rest now. Itâll all be okay.â The unknown voice soothed, hands patting your head. Maybe, it would.. You tried to fight off the sleep, but it was too heavy to avoid the impending unconsciousness.
When you finally came to, you realized you were in a soft bed. That was fucking huge. And definitely not yours. The pounding and heartbeat in your body hadnât disappeared, not allowing you to move much as you blinked slowly. You were alone. In a huge ass bedroom.
You gasped loudly when a man appeared in front of you, a huge smile on his face. He was bent over leaning in your face, blindfolded with stark white hair poking straight up.
âYouâre up! I was starting to worry you wouldnât pull through! Donât worry Iâll call Shoko and sheâll do a check up-â
You startled deeper into the bed, clutching the blankets until your knuckled turned white. âWh-what?â
âUhmm.. do I need to repeat myself?â The man answered, head tilting like a confused puppy.
âUh no. I heard you but- who the fuck are you? Where am I? What happened-â
You were quickly cut off by the over eager man, who sat down on the bed in front of you.
âIâm Gojo Satoru! The strongest man youâll ever meet! And the hottest. You little miss were involved in a special grade curse attack at the hospital, and were crushed in rubble when I found you. So I did you a favor by saving you!â
You deadpanned, staring at the very high self esteemed man. What the fuck?
âAnd Iâm also your soulmate!â He proudly exclaimed, sitting criss cross as he straightened his head to peer into your eyes.
This man was a psychopath. For sure. Your head was racing, trying to comprehend your almost death, and this magical fairy looking fucker in front of you. Soulmate..? Soulmates werenât fucking real in your mind. But if the things he called curses- those creatures, were real, and not of figment of imagination, why would soulmates be such a far stretch?
Fuck this was crazy. Why were you even entertaining the idea of soulmates? No one deserved the unfortunate fate of being your life long partner.
A warm hand cupping your bare face broke you out of your racing mind, flinching away from Gojo. An inhumanely growl like sound escaped his throat- not loud, hard to notice if you had bad hearing. His hands practically were the size of your head and kept you locked in place despite your panic.
âDonât run from your soulmate.â He whispered, voice low and warning, as his cold icy lips pressed to your hairline, leaving a small kiss. You shook in fear and confusion, eyes meeting his cold blue ones.
âDonât worry, Iâll provide and protect you, youâll understand everything soon enough.â He whispered, kissing your nose before pulling away. You sat in the plush bed, shell shocked as he walked to the door.
âMy servants will care for you and answer any questions you have. I have to go deal with a matter with the higher ups currently, but Iâll come back. Donât leave.â Satoru Gojo warned, smiling and waving before leaving the room.
Servants? higher ups? Jesus, you felt like you were thrown into a fucking fable.
Summary: Gojo rescues you during a curse attack, taking your unconsious form back to Shoko. You can see curses, and radiate a different type of cursed energy then heâs seen before, heâs convinced you were made for him. His soulmate. He keeps you at the school under the guise that he needs to evaluate your threat level. When you attempt escaping, you get dragged back by him, where he snaps your ankle. He keeps you in his clan house You try everything to escape- to get away, telling the elders and highers ups, Megumi- Yuji, but no one cares. They finally found something that kept Gojo under control, a thing that made him stay. And they know if they lost you- heâd go insane and burn the whole world down. Nothing matters more than you.
warnings: yandere content, yandere satoru gojo, reader is depicted as somewhat mentally ill, cussing, violence, gojo crazy bout u alrdy, uh yuh!
You shouldâve never decided to do foreign exchange school in japan. Sure- the idea seemed great at first. An excuse to finally travel to one of your dream vacations. Experience all the landscape. Learn the language better.
Needless to say, it was the worst mistake of your life. And youâd regret it forever.
On your third week of your new world, you decided to adventure more into the life of Japan. With all the schoolwork you had, language studying, and working, you barely had to travel, so when spring break came around you knew you had to take advantage. Maybe if you had decided to stay home that day- none of this would of happened. You wouldnât be trapped in this hell.
The cafe was bustling with attention from tourists to locals, known for their baked pastries and delectable drinks. It was a little nerve wracking with all the people, but also nice to get out and experience it. You moved forward in the line, smiling in greeting at the cashier.
âHi maâam! What would you like today?â The sweet young boy asked, using broken English to try and accommodate you.
You quickly gave him your order in your best Japanese, thanking him as you moved to sit and wait for your order to be ready. You pulled sketchbook out gently doodling before something caught your attention.
âcrowded!â
The shrill growl made your head jerk up, eyes landing on a tiny being sitting upon a young anxious girlâs shoulder. Ah, those things again. You had always been able to see these creatures, but in Japan, they were so abundant. Ghosts? Demons? You werenât sure. The small blue blob of a creature was channeling the girlâs social anxiety. They probably fed off negative emotions. The blob made eye contact, its bug eyes staring into your soul. You stuck your tongue out at it, giggling to yourself as your order number was called. They seemed to be harmless at least. You packed your sketchbook quickly, walking to the counter and grabbing your coffee, mentally preparing yourself for the day.
ââââââ
Your coffee was long gone now, abandoned on the grass, spilling into the weeds. But that wasnât your concern, as you sprinted away from the screaming of citizens. In this moment you realize how fucking wrong you were about those creatures- because now you had just came face to face with one that was twice the size of the hospital you had been walking by. People were dead- injured, and the building had collapsed when it emerged, and there was nothing you could do. At all. You froze in fear as it laughed, mockingly, staring into your soul. Fear had long crept into your system, your mouth was dry and your eyes were watering. Fuck. So you did the only thing a human could do when facing a monster the size of a damn hospital. Turn your back and sprint for your life.
Before you could make it away, claws grasped at you, throwing you against the wall harshly as you head smacked into the wall of the building, and then everything went black.
ââââ
Gojo was annoyed to say for the least, what was supposed to be his relaxing day eating as much candy and sweets he could get his paws on- it ended too fast with a call about a special grade curse at the local hospital. What a buzz kill. When he arrived on scene, he could only sigh once again in disappointment. He never got a day off! Why now?
As he approached the sad, destroyed building of the hospital, listening to the screams and the curse rage on, he closed his eyes under his blindfold. Mouth opening slightly to speak,
âEmerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impureâ
One of his veils quickly rose, casting off the outside world as he warped in front of the orange monstrosity of a curse. What a party pooper. The disgustingly large beast quickly locked eyes with him, barely being able to muster a growl before it was splattered into a million chunks. The curse energy fluctuation off of it disappeared, but something wasnât right just yet. Something was pumping cursed energy, and it was calling him. A curse user perhaps? Another special grade? A trick? He stilled, body stiffening, as he started looking around for the source, before following the scent of this energy.
He wandered through the chaos and destruction, ignoring the cries and stares from bystanders in the veil he cast, until he found the source of the cursed energy faucet.
A pile of ruble. How lovely. He grunted, lifting his blindfold up, frosty eyes looking at the hot mess of blood and rock beneath him. A hand. A small one, peeking out from the rubble, limp. There it was. The source that attracted him so much. He leaned down, lifting the damage quickly. Usually heâd leave the cleanup and victim saving to the police and Jujustu crew. But this was..different, he had to see who or what was under this. Were they dead-? He wondered briefly. No, that wouldnât make sense, they wouldnât be leaking energy like this.
It was effortless to find the person despite the chunk of concrete on them, his hands quickly dragging you from the destruction. Huh. A pretty little woman.
An ordinary one at that too. You rib cage was definitely broken- among other things, the back of your head bleeding like a fountain. Your breath coming out in rugged breaths. You wouldnât make it without immediate care for much longer, that much was clear.
Just who were you? You werenât a sorcerer or a curse user, clearly, right? His hands tightened around your broken body, head tilting. Just what should he do with you?
ââââââ-
Your head was pounding like a drum, and you couldnât open your eyes. Screams played on repeat in your head as you whimpered in pain. What the hell happened? You could hear someone talking, distantly, like they were under water, or maybe you were. Was this the after life? No, it couldnât be. You couldnât die in Japan- where your family would never know what truly happened. Or where you were. You were too young, you had to much to live for. You had to wake up. You couldnât die.
A soft touch to your hair made you gasp in fright, still unable to open your eyes. It felt like a 500 pound rock was sitting on them. A hot breath tickled your ear, leaning down.
âShh, rest now. Itâll all be okay.â The unknown voice soothed, hands patting your head. Maybe, it would.. You tried to fight off the sleep, but it was too heavy to avoid the impending unconsciousness.
When you finally came to, you realized you were in a soft bed. That was fucking huge. And definitely not yours. The pounding and heartbeat in your body hadnât disappeared, not allowing you to move much as you blinked slowly. You were alone. In a huge ass bedroom.
You gasped loudly when a man appeared in front of you, a huge smile on his face. He was bent over leaning in your face, blindfolded with stark white hair poking straight up.
âYouâre up! I was starting to worry you wouldnât pull through! Donât worry Iâll call Shoko and sheâll do a check up-â
You startled deeper into the bed, clutching the blankets until your knuckled turned white. âWh-what?â
âUhmm.. do I need to repeat myself?â The man answered, head tilting like a confused puppy.
âUh no. I heard you but- who the fuck are you? Where am I? What happened-â
You were quickly cut off by the over eager man, who sat down on the bed in front of you.
âIâm Gojo Satoru! The strongest man youâll ever meet! And the hottest. You little miss were involved in a special grade curse attack at the hospital, and were crushed in rubble when I found you. So I did you a favor by saving you!â
You deadpanned, staring at the very high self esteemed man. What the fuck?
âAnd Iâm also your soulmate!â He proudly exclaimed, sitting criss cross as he straightened his head to peer into your eyes.
This man was a psychopath. For sure. Your head was racing, trying to comprehend your almost death, and this magical fairy looking fucker in front of you. Soulmate..? Soulmates werenât fucking real in your mind. But if the things he called curses- those creatures, were real, and not of figment of imagination, why would soulmates be such a far stretch?
Fuck this was crazy. Why were you even entertaining the idea of soulmates? No one deserved the unfortunate fate of being your life long partner.
A warm hand cupping your bare face broke you out of your racing mind, flinching away from Gojo. An inhumanely growl like sound escaped his throat- not loud, hard to notice if you had bad hearing. His hands practically were the size of your head and kept you locked in place despite your panic.
âDonât run from your soulmate.â He whispered, voice low and warning, as his cold icy lips pressed to your hairline, leaving a small kiss. You shook in fear and confusion, eyes meeting his cold blue ones.
âDonât worry, Iâll provide and protect you, youâll understand everything soon enough.â He whispered, kissing your nose before pulling away. You sat in the plush bed, shell shocked as he walked to the door.
âMy servants will care for you and answer any questions you have. I have to go deal with a matter with the higher ups currently, but Iâll come back. Donât leave.â Satoru Gojo warned, smiling and waving before leaving the room.
Servants? higher ups? Jesus, you felt like you were thrown into a fucking fable.
Thinking about obsessive snow leopard Gojo who won't stop following you everywhere in public- he's everywhere you go. Growling and snapping at strangers who stare too long, and you can't escape this idiot. It's only a matter of time till he drags you back to his mansion, keeping you cuddled and safe just like his little human should be kept.
warnings: Yandere a/b/o Ateez x 9th F! member reader, omega reader, alpha hongjoong, seonghwa, san, yeosang and yunho, omega mingi and wooyoung, beta jongho, yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dark content, aggressivenes, feral lycan boys, Knot mentioned, slight sexual themes, no smut yet, ongoing series, this is in no way I picture the boys, and you shouldn't either this is a work of fiction. Female reader, y/n is used once, p.s if you'd like a male vers lmk I'll rewrite it :D
a/n: Hehhhhe next chap will be some smut, Thank you to my readers for their patience with this series. More is soon to come! 1k words
You woke to a whole pack of males surrounding you, smirks and giggles. Purring-
What the hell. What the living fuck.
You resisted the urge to cower down and cuddle into the comfort of the nest you were forced in, to purr and present yourself for your pack- your alphas. You ignored the heat pooling between your thighs. It had been centuries practically since your last heat. Which meant this one was going to fucking suck. You couldnât help the distressed tears coming to your eyes as you sat up, a big hand resting on your back with a rumble. Yunho. Him and Mingi had taken the spots of Hongjoong and Seonghwa.
Mingi had always been a place of comfort for you- he was sweet, and an omega too. You hated how your body wanted to cuddle into him and let him hold you as his mate pounded into your cunt- knotting your pussy and filling you up with his pups-
Fuck. You took a shaky breath, trying to clear your dirty thoughts. Nope, not happening. Your omega was not getting her way.
The boys could feel your mental battle as you fought to control your thoughts, and they knew it was only a matter of time before you broke under them. But they would wait, patient and caring or their favorite little omega. Their pup of the pack- the runt, the baby.
âYouâll get sick and hurt yourself the more you fight it, y/n.â Mingi whispered, his voice wasnât even full of desire- it was full of concern. he had been in heat sickness before, It was torture, every opmega knew heat sickness was one of the most dangerous and worse pains they could have. They would only wait for so long, because Hongjoong- or any of them were going to let you go down that rabbit hole.
âIâm hungry.â You interrupted, ignoring his words and how right he was. You hated this- you hated this sickening smell of love and care in this fuck ass nest. Yunhoâs claws scratched gently at your back in a comforting method as Jongho stood,
âI got it, joong.â He muttered, leaving the room- you barely managed to control the whimper your throat let out as he left. You hated it- why was your beta leaving you-
A purr rumbled as Mingi nuzzled into your neck, distracting you from your distraught, making you yelp as he nibbled territorially on your neck- blush rising to your face. Hongjoong sleepily growled in warning from where he and Seonghwa were cuddled at the end of the massive bed. Though it was clear he wasnât really upset, just warning the tall omega to be more gentle. Yunho chuckled as Mingi pouted, when you moved away to closer to Yunho. There really wasnât anywhere to go- the whole pack was piled in this room, cuddling napping, playing on their phones- one thing was in common, all attention was directed towards you.
Jongho returned, making you relax as the beta sat beside you on the bed, sitting a big plate of food on your lap. It was more of a brunch meal, considering you had slept in. They all had, industry work could wait. They get approved breaks for ruts and heats anyways. And they were already swimming in money. You stared in a somewhat shocked bu not really at the piles of food, plus the extra snacks he had brought. You imediately reached for the bag of chips only to yelp when San swatted your hand from where he laid with Wooyoung. âEat the food on your plate first, then you can have snacks.â He reprimanded, making you pout.
Of course they were making you eat the bacon, eggs and toast first. Stupid alphas. Always made you eat your protein and whatever first. Bleh.
You begrudgingly ate the yummy food that the beta had cooked for you, hating how good it tasted. Or the way Hongjoong sleepily observed while running his hands through Seonghwaâs hair. Stupid fucking alphas always making sure you ate everything.
When you tried to give the plate away with a few bites left you were scolded and forced to eat the last bit. That was one thing that was normal to you- they had a big problem with you or any of the other omegas not finishing the food prepared, it wasnât respect so much as as alphas they prided themselves on keeping their omegas fed and well nutritioned. If your stomach wasnât full they would get pissy.
You were too full to even get into your favorite snacks just yet, but Jongho set them off to the nightstand with plenty of fluids. It was extremely important to keep an omega in pre-heat hydrated, and well fed. And of course well rested. You stared off into space, pouting internally. You groaned, whimpering as you were pulled into Yunho as he protectively held you, hands going to your stomach, where he knew the cramps and pain was. He applied gentle pressure, nuzzling and purring, using his scent to comfort and heat to soothe your pains. And it helped so much before sharp claws you recognized by instinct grasped at your hips- Hongjoong, pulling you away from Yunho with a huff , tucking you into hold. Pack leader were awfully cocky and possessive, always needing to be first and the one o care for any pack members who are extremely vunerable.
You relaxed into his hold, the room going silent as you uncnsented purr released, your alpha soothin your heat pains with his attention, claws diggin into his biceps like a kitten clasping their owner for security. Coos from the room sounded as everyone curled in, various cuddling and different positions, hands finding some point to touch you with comfort as they turned your favorite show on.
Seonghwa shifted into your back- pressing you flush into your alpha. You blushed feeling something rock hard- his knot push into your thigh. Hongjoong tucked your head into his neck, letting you suck and nip. He knew you needed this- you needed comfort and stability. His girthy knot may be swelling in preparation- but they knew it would still be awhile until you were ready for them. Just not yet.
You didnât process Seonghwaâs giggle as he cupped your chest, kneeding gently as you fell into a deep space, sleepily resting again, napping and bathing in the attention from your soon to be mates- despite how wrong it was. Or how dangerous these idols were.
ĚĚ⥠warnings: ŕ¨ŕ§ Dark, obsessed Ronin, yandere. Exetreme violence, heavy gore, reader is almost raped, perverts attacking her. Power imbalance, manipulation, etc DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, potential series?
ĚĚ⥠a/n: ŕ¨ŕ§ Hii guys! I've been hyperfocused heavily on Ronin and the killer chat game. Much love to the creator of this visual novel game and if you haven't played it I highly recommend it. P.S not canon charcter, character does not belong to me neither does the video game, all credits for characters go to the creator of the game! <3
It was never supposed to be this way. You were never supposed to end up in that alleyway that night. Killings had been happening all over the cities here recently, not in the tens- but hundreds. Something about a butcher.
Youâd never wouldâve guessed the butcher wouldâve been the one to save you that night. All you wanted was to get home from the library- your late night studying for college had consumed you and now you were ready to go home and crash into your gaming chair to play your games.
But life had different plans for you. You and him both. âHelp!- get off of me you creep!â
The yelling alerted you of a female, like you, in danger. You didnât think twice about grabbing a heavy rock by the alleyway and slamming it into the old drunk bastardâs head that was attacking this girl. He dropped, yelling in frustration as the girl you saved just ran off-
Well a thank you wouldâve been nice you thought as you turn in shock to watch her run without a though- touchee.
But you didnât have a chance to react as you were slammed into the brick wall, skull crashing into it as the man strangled you.
âYouâll pay for that bitch- but I suppose itâs fine, youâre prettier any way. Bet your fucking tighter.â He growled, your body froze, terrified. He was a hundred pounds heavier. You had no where to go- and he wasnât alone.
He had friends. You closed your eyes, praying for a savior. Police or someone. You worked too hard to go out like this- and you were too dizzy to fight anymore. Men. Hundred pounds heavier, circling you like predators- ready to sink their teeth in.
The taller one didnât even have time to yell as a crowbar came smashing into his skull, the sickening crunch making your eyes pop open to see nothing but a blur of a man- no he was too crazy to be man. He was something worse you realized as you and the group of men yelled, watching their friendâs head get smashed in. He didnât stop until his head was practically a mush or brain, blood, and skull chunks, before turning to the rest of the men. They tried fighting him- and in this moment you froze, eyes closing, knees collapsing on you as you curled into a fetal position, blood splashing everywhere. You were pathetic, couldnât even run. Too scared. Petrified.
You didnât even realize it was over. Trying desparetly to block the crunching and maniac laughter out of your head. You didnât know how long you were there before a hand carresed your head, gently removing your hands off your ears.
Your eyes popped open, finding the face of the cruel killer who saved you- but at what cost? He smiled, tilting his head. There was so much blood- dripping off of him, running down his face. Into your hair as he pet your hair like you were some terrified bunny.
His hands cupped your face as he looked into your eyes before huffing like he was upset, âPoor little angel. You know you make things so difficult sometimes, always gettin yourself inn situations I have to save you from.â
You eyebrows furrowed in a dazed confused, head pounding. âWhat..? But Iâve never-â
He shushed you, large hands scooping you into his arms as you tried to fight- but you were so dizzy and confused.. You just wanted to sleep.
Your âsaviorâ never let you fall asleep as he walked through the alleyways with you in his arms. He wondered if you knew that you were whimpering and nuzzling into his shoulder. He talked mindlessly about how much he hated fucking rapists, and blah blah, you werenât even sure at this point.
Ronin smirked as he laid you on top of his bed, he checked his phone. An hour had passed, you definitiely suffered from a small concussion, but your pupils were returning to normal. He finally shut up to let you fall asleep finally, knowing your traumatized brain needed to rest. The butcher started by taking his time to gently wipe the splattered blood off of you. You looked so much prettier with blood on you in his room. In his space. His perfect little lamb- his angel. His saint. His.
Ronin didnât twice before removing your clothes, and dressing your fragile body in his clothes. A baggy old vintage band t shirt that fell to your thighs, and his boxer shorts to keep you covered. He prided himself on not being as big as a pervert as those creeps he took care of. He was better- and you were his. You just needed time to learn and adjust.
He tucked you in, smiling as he readied to take care of what was left of the bodies, petting your hair once more.
Your eyes opened slightly to cherry cola colored hair man standing above you, sleepily, he chuckled.
âRest for now darlinâ, I promise you can scream and fight with me all you want tomorrow. But youâll need the energy first, hun.â Ronin purred, staring with an obsessive glint in his as your eyes closed again, falling into a deep slumber.
You were finally trapped in his world, his hell. All his.
a/n: tysm for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed! :D
Warnings: Yandere a/b/o Ateez x 9th member reader, omega reader, alpha hongjoong, seonghwa, san, yeosang and yunho, omega mingi and wooyoung, beta jongho, yandere, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dark content, aggresivenes, feral lycan boys, ongoing series, this is in no way I picture the boys, and you shouldn't either this is a work of fiction. not proofread forgive me
Prologue
a/n: hi guys heh miss me?
How did you get here?
You ponder as your vision goes blurry, desperately trying to gasp for a breath, hands clutching at Hongjoongâs arms as he chokes you. His eyes are gentle, kind almost, as if pitying you. Someoneâs hand pets your hair, while something sharp cuts against your neck as everything finally goes black.
Why?
You shouldâve noticed the signs beforehand. How the eldest member of Ateez acted soâŚodd when you bumped into him at the headquaters as a trainee. At the time you had never met him. Seonghwa, his name was. Or how ever since that moment, you seemed to see Ateez members everywhere- at the cafeteria, at dance practices for trainees, at your local gas station- the street by your house. It never striked you as odd, they worked with KQ entertainment anyways, it was normal to see them around. Right?
Or even when their manager started to show up at your vocal testings, observing silently, taking notes. It was weird to say the least. But when it was announced you would be the 9th member, you couldâve died. You? A girl, omega, trainee in an already debuted group of guys? Psycho. It was the end to a career of yours you hadnât even gotten to start! The world would hate you. They would hate you.
But the didnât even seemed phased that day, all eight of them standing beside their manage as he announced it. Smirking, right at you. Everything after that was a blur, some fever dream. Staff moving all your things without asking into the Ateez house, where your new room awaited. Wooyoung dragging you to their dinner table, sitting you beside him and Mingi. The two omegas of the group- their scents comforted you some what, knowing two others that shared your secondary gender were next to you, but you didnât know them.
They were all kind to you that night, plating your food for you. A homemade meal, courtesy of Seonghwa. Talking to you of the plans to get you up to date with them, integrate you into their songs, and dance choregraphies, and more. You eventually excused yourself to your new room, feeling..disconnected. None of it made sense.
It took a month or two for you to finally adjust, especially considering how close they all were to each other- they had a pack. Partners- everything. You had no one in this scary world of being a new idol. These men werenât your pack- just co-workers. But at least they were nice.
Or at least that was what you thought. Your whole fucking perspective has changed within a couple hours, head dizzy, pulse beating in your neck, the smell of Hongjoong was everywhere. Everything hurt. Your clothes were gone, your naked body covered by blankets upon blankets. As you sat up, struggling to see in the dark, you faintly recognized the room you had been put in. Hongjoongâs.
The fucker that choked you out hours earlier, for what, taking suppressants? You coughed, throat dry, touching your neck. Bandages were wrapped around it, throbbing where your scent blocker had previously been. Someone had cut it out. Of your neck. What the hell was even happening?
As you swung your leg over the bed, a chain jostling stopped you. Your ankle was chained to the bed frame-
âLay back down, omega.â A voice rumbled, making you jump and school far away from the entrance of the room. Hongjoong towered in his door frame, wearing sweat pants and nothing else. He had a lazy smirk on his face, his scent oozing out towards you. You hate how he instantly makes your body relax in response. Without your suppressants and scent blocker- you werenât immune to alphas.
âYou limp dick fucker-â
Before you could finish your insult, his hands were on your legs, holding you still as he unchained your leg, holding onto your ankle as his claws gently ran up your calves. You were too confused and scared to move in the moment, holding eye contact with the alpha, his head tilting down as he smirked, eyes staring into yours.
Nothing was said in the moment as your eyes started to water, a natural response to all the stress and confusion, wanting to go into flight mode. Hongjoong only cooed, rising onto to the bed with you, gently manhandling you into his lap, holding you as you curled into fetal position, sobbing and shaking. His purring and attention didnât help- your body desperately fighting your mind. It wanted him. He was such a good alpha it told you- fed you, could provide, protect- care- just give in. But he was fucking crazy.
âShhhh.. poor thing. Donât worry, here soon your body will adjust to not having suppressants and blockers. You will go into heat without them. Whether you like it or not. And when you do, your alphas will be here to knot you, omega. â His words make you whine, hating the fact they made your stomach flip and your core heat.
âW-why- I donât want-â
âDonât deny your alpha. Youâre apart of this pack now. And weâre all tired of you pretending your not ours. I am your alpha, pup. Your mate. We all are. Whether or not you like it, when you go into heat, your body will accept us all- and your mind, Youâll be ruined..just for us. Weâll take such good care of you pup, youâll never deny us again. I promise.â He whispered, making you shiver in fear- and your omega was excited.
You whimpered as his head nuzzles into your hair, his purr soothing your body more then you would admit. His eyes gleaming with adoration. You were finally theirs.
His claws gently ran through your hair, as he tucked his blankets around your naked body, smothering you with his scent and warmth. He had only removed your clothes due to omegaâs skin being extremely sensitive to clothes, and it made skin to skin contact to soothe you easier. Everything was planned, to capture you perfectly. Hongjoong observed as Seonghwa came in quietly, a smirk to his mateâs lips.
He crawled onto to the bed, his chest rumbling with please at his two mates in bed. The two alphas, adjusted into a sandwich hold with you in the center, without your consent, your head tucked into seonghwaâs chest, hips flush against them both as they soothed you back to sleep.
âRest. Youâll need the energy, pup.â Seonghwa, whispered. And you hated how quick you feel asleep.
Hi guys, i havent been posting much. I am okay and fine, but i have been struggling harder lately with my eating disorder. Due to this most of my writings have been about comforting and struggling with it, so ive kept them private, as I dont want to trigger anyone. I am recovering and getting better and will be continuing writing here soon! :D
