blurb !!! STAYC’s y/n has waited years to debut and when her group finally does in 2020, she couldn’t be happier – unless she’s talking about her favorite group TXT
info !!! ot5!txt x 7th member of stayc!reader, use of fem/afab pronouns, use of y/n
WARNINGS !!! SFW but MDNI 18+ blog, swearing, not proofread just pure free flowing thought, the most alternate universe there could be, lots of artistic liberties taken
this is FICTION!!! the stuff written out is not meant to be a representation of the people, places, or ideas mentioned & definitely not accurate to real life counterparts
maybe you should’ve deleted that stupid girlfriend rental website you made years ago. and maybe you should’ve ignored park jisung’svery desperate request to pay for a fake girlfriend. but hey, it’s easy money, not like you’ll fall in love with him or anything… right?
basically, even though the rent-a-girlfriend site isn’t actually in service… who would say no to $40 an hour and free dates with park jisung?
fuckboy!jisung x fem!reader
genre : humor , strangers to lover , fake dating , college au , fluff fluff fluff(jisungs a fuckboy but he’s still a dork) , oblivious jisung and y/n , miscommunication trope most likely, crack alternate storyline of cryptic crush
warnings : sex jokes , death jokes , mean insults and comments , jisung a lil freak , should probably read cryptic crush before this one if u haven’t (i will be making inside jokes)
notes : im weak for fake dating aus. i’m playing it cool and i’m just gonna let this one flow. i like to focus on the comedic points of my smaus so this one will be no different, but i kinda want like a longing pining type of feel once they start liking each other yk… is it fake dating without secretly crushing on each other? gonna take it slow and see how the plot develops
playlist : kiss me , sixpence none the richer | linger , the cranberries | heaven knows im miserable now , the smiths | valentine , laufey | bad habit , steve lacy | n side , steve lacy | lovers rock , tv girl | glue song , beabadoobee
status : ongoing , updates x2 a week , tuesdays and thursdays
Summary: Following a dreadful experiment, YN has to wrestle with his new body and abilities. With the help of the four lords and their sons, he might be able to find the family and purpose he’d been looking for.
Overall Tags: strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, secret romances, feuding families, omegaverse, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, graphic depictions of violence, blood and violence, mad science experiments, eventual smut, male reader fic, graphic depictions of human to monster transformations, horror, suspense. anal sex, anal fingering, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, threesome -/m/m/m, group sex, rimming, blowjobs, rough blowjobs, water sex, outdoor sex, harem but one end game, happy ending, tentacle sex, hallucinations, psychological horror
Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.
The day turned into night. The cold might have pierced your skin once, but it did nothing to you now. You stayed huddled underneath a tree, arms around your knees and you wept for hours. You only moved when you started hearing soft footsteps coming from the distance. A part of you considered letting the predator just take you. Why should you fight them? It wasn’t as if you had a home anymore. The warm memories of your parents turned as icy and hard as the snow underneath you. You questioned their love for you over and over underneath the still moon. If they’d loved you, they never would’ve sold you off. If they’d loved you, they’d sacrifice themselves rather than you. But, whatever stalked you eventually disappeared and left you in the lonely woods.
You crossed through dense bushes before the smell of cooking meat caught your attention. The savory scent made your stomach growl, and you moved towards it. In between the shrubbery, you saw flickers of light and the crackling of a fire. Every sense suddenly amplified. You heard soft, cheerful humming. You smelled the saucy rabbit stew in a large pot above a smoking fire; wisps of human sweat and blood mingled with the fragrance and you drooled. Hunger brought you to the edge of the clearing, where you saw a horse and cart tethered to a tree. Propped up in the back was an immensely large man. The jacket and vest he wore strained against his belly, and you hardly saw a neck. You recognized the man immediately. The Duke, as people called him, was a regular visitor of the village.
Summary: Mingi has never wanted to make things weird between him and his best friend, but it’s hard to deny her when she calls him, drunk and horny and begging him to talk her through it
WC: 2.3k
Warnings: drunk sex (kinda), they’re both down so bad, nipple play for two seconds, open ending kinda
A/N: Guys, listen…I will have this shit done by the end of the year if it kills me. But I’ve had a lot going on so please accept this as my apology
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Desperation was something you were very familiar with in many many ways. There was the desperation you felt when trying out for the dance team back in middle school, the way it had driven you to push yourself so hard you sprained your ankle. The desperation you’d felt during that entire recovery just to get back to normal so you could chase your dream again. The desperation you’d felt while applying for your dream university, and the desperation you’d felt when trying to find a decent job after you graduated.
Throughout every single one of those moments, Mingi had been at your side. You’d been best friends since you were kids, and you’d learned early on that you could count on him for anything. Truthfully, you sometimes felt like Mingi was too good to spend time with you. He was so kind and so creative and so goddamn talented that it almost hurt. But no amount of thinking changed the fact that he wanted to stick by your side.
Unfortunately, that also meant that he was the one to carry you home when you got a little too drunk at the bar you and your friends went out to. You were celebrating a birthday in the group, and you weren’t the only one to get carried away, but all night Mingi had been keeping a careful eye on you, knowing that you were a lightweight no matter how much you denied it.
He’d dropped you off at your apartment after all was said and done, bringing you water and a snack and only leaving an hour later once he was certain you would be okay. Even so, he made you pinky swear to call him if you needed him for anything.
And really, you hadn’t planned on calling him. You weren’t so drunk that you couldn’t see straight or that you were puking your guts out. You were just dizzy, and way less uptight than you usually were. Okay, maybe you weren’t thinking right, because all you’d been able to think about since Mingi had practically carried you home was how good it felt to be wrapped up in his arms, and how pretty he looked when he was so focused on taking care of you.
It was far from the first time you’d had such thoughts about your best friend, but you figured that was probably normal for anyone with a super hot, incredibly kind, really very hot best friend. It was okay, you reminded yourself, because those thoughts were between you and your bed. Nobody else needed to know, and if nobody knew it couldn’t make things weird.
But the lingering alcohol in your mind had you forgetting that mantra, because it wasn’t even fifteen minutes later before arousal was flooding your senses and your hand found your phone.
It rang a couple of times, and a moment of doubt tried to seep in, but it was quickly shut out by the sound of Mingi’s voice.
“Are you okay?” He asked immediately.
“I’m okay. Need your help,” You said, pout evident in your voice. Your free hand pushed your shirt up your stomach, fingertips dragging along your tummy, down to trace the waistband of your sleep shorts.
Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut (minors DO NOT interact)
Summary: Joshua loves taking care of his kitty, and you just love his attention
WC: 768
Warnings: pet play, Dom/sub dynamics, food and eating, reader eats from a bowl on the floor, reader is wearing a tail, ears, and collar, finger sucking, praise, petnames, use of 'master’
A/N: I know this is short, but I couldn’t shake this scene and I thought you guys might like it. I may continue this at some point, but don’t hold me to that
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You could hear Joshua getting home, the sound of the keypad rousing you from the half-sleep you were in. You’d been waiting for him to come home for hours, or at least it felt like it. You’d never been particularly patient, but Joshua never minded that. You didn’t move from your spot on the bed, just lazily looking towards the door until it swung open.
Joshua smiled at the sight before him, his sweet kitty curled up on the bed, half asleep. He stepped forward, dropping his bag at the end of the bed and leaned down to press a kiss to your head, right between the pretty white ears that you had on. You stretched leisurely, and he felt his heart skip a beat.
“Morning, kitten. Been good while I was gone?” He asked, stroking your head and smiling at the way you crawled halfway into his lap. You’d even put your tail on, he noted to himself, which meant you were pretty deep into your headspace. He frowned, poor thing had to wait all by themselves for him to come back from work.
You nodded, looking up at him. He leaned down, stroking your cheek before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
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Soonyoung was a good person, really he was. At least, he thought that he was. He hadn’t cheated on an exam except that one time in that one stupid calculus class, and he never smoked. He drank sometimes, but everyone did that. He never forgot his mom’s birthday, he always washed the dishes before they filled up the sink, and he tried really hard to remember to make his bed before going about his day.
So, as far as he was concerned, he was a good person. So what, he wondered, did he do to have you sitting in his lap so pretty and innocent in front of all of his friends, wiggling around as you played against Wonwoo and Vernon in Mario Kart. He should have been focused on being proud of you for being the only one at the little party that had managed to beat the two for first place, but he was so hard – no, it was hard to focus when he could feel how warm you were on top of him. Fuck, he was going crazy and he couldn’t even ask you to move because he knew you’d give him that cute little pout and whine at him for making you leave your cozy seat. Not to mention that he’d then be running the risk of everyone in the room knowing that you had him worked up beyond any logic.
So instead he just gripped your hips tighter and pulled you closer to his chest, burying his face in your neck.
“Baby, can we go home?” He asked quietly once the game had finished, his two friends sulking about you managing to come in first place after what Vernon insisted was an 'illegal play’. You turned to look at him, a tiny frown on your face as you reached up to feel his forehead.
“What’s wrong? Not feeling well?” You asked him, and he flushed at your pure reaction. He wasn’t sure how you managed to never realize you were turning him on, but it only served to turn him on more. He shook his head a little, leaning up to kiss you. You made a tiny sound of surprise against his lips, which, unfortunately for Soonyoung, shot straight to his dick. He would have kept kissing you like that if Seungkwan hadn’t come back from the kitchen.
“Get a room!” He shouted, face pulled into a dramatic expression of disgust. Soonyoung grinned at the statement, pressing another kiss to your lips before pushing you to stand up and quickly following suit. Even once you were standing, he stayed pressed close to you. It was partially because of his raging hard-on, but also just because he craved being pressed up against you so bad that it hurt. And, no matter how much his friends teased the two of you, they were very used to him being clingy and equally as grateful to have you around to satiate him.
Power Over Me - Part 1 | Jeong Yunho & Kim Hongjoong
Pairing(s): Werewolf!Jeong Yunho x Witch!OC x Werewolf!Kim Hongjoong, Kim Hongjoong x Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho x Song Mingi
Genre: Smut (18+ ONLY), Urban Fantasy, College AU, Enemies to Lovers, Childhood Sweethearts, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: The sheer existence of Yunho’s best friend, the person he imprinted on nearly a decade prior, near his pack sets Hongjoong on edge, and things go to absolute shit when everyone finds out why. Yet another thing that Blue has to fix, just like they always do.
Word Count: 25k
Warnings: Cussing, everyone in the pack is poly, unprotected sex, choking (technically nonsexual), excessive talk of scents, mentions of Knotting, mild infidelity, Yunho has a tragic backstory, angst (especially at the end of this chapter), voyeurism, I know I missed something so please let me know!!
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Magic was, in its best state, a finicky thing. It relies entirely on a competent user to carry out its task, needing to be guided and shaped lest it break free and wreak havoc. Under a skilled, watchful eye, however, magic was a cure for just about anything. Magic is as old as the universe itself, and as time passes, the training of magic users and beings infused with its essence became essential to the growth of the world.
Those with the ability to manipulate magic were abundant in the world. It became common for them to rise to power or notability in many roles. Witches were in high demand as medics, teachers, mentors for those who knew less about the way the world worked. The water spirits and those that lived in the water worlds were vital to the growth of trade and travel. The Fae were consulted for matters beyond what the eye could see, and creatures of the night were revered for their power. As time went on, as the world grew and magic flourished along with it, the two became very intricately intertwined. So, naturally, the University of United Magic grew too.
The University started small, a coven of witches cooped up in a house where their elders taught others the trade, the tricks, and the sacred secrets of the past. Eventually, though, the University matured into a whole sprawling campus akin to any large college. All sorts of magic were taught within the looming buildings, and the lush nature that surrounded everything was healthier than anything touched by man’s bare hands before.
Among the growing student body was one of the brightest witches on the continent, the child of two of the oldest, largest bloodlines in the history of magic. Of course, they had no intention of letting that go to their head. The rest of the student body, however, seemed to keep it fresh in their mind. People were never surprised when they came out top of their class yet again, or when they won another certificate or award of excellence. They simply understood magic in a way that other people couldn’t begin to comprehend, forming it into something never before seen and harnessing it with the same level of care taken when handling a wild animal. It came more naturally to them than anything else.
Which, perhaps, was why they so rarely left their room beside for their classes, too busy experimenting with their newest brews or enchantment combinations. They were always seeking ways to grow their practice, if for no reason other than fucking around and finding out. Still, to say that they had privacy was a bit of a stretch. Not only were people regularly seeking their assistance with issues that basic magic couldn’t begin to touch, but more often than not there was one particular werewolf stretched out on their bed, watching them work with a quiet, satisfied adoration.
“Must you stare at me when I’m working?” Blue deadpanned, looking over their shoulder for a moment before turning back to the swirling, shimmering liquid trapped in the beaker on their desk.
“I’m not staring! I’m just…watching. Like a normal person.” Yunho answered casually. He sat up, long legs folding on the bed. He was, in fact, staring. But it was hard to blame him what with the way that he enjoyed magic. As a turned werewolf with no magical heritage, there wasn’t much magic that he could practice himself. He had really only applied to the University to learn to brew his own remedies for his condition – his rut suppressants and potions for the pain and whatnot. Not to mention that a degree in Magical Literature could come in handy in the future. But, most of all, Blue had applied to the University, and if there was one thing that had never changed about Jeong Yunho it was his dedication to following Blue around like a lost puppy. He’d been doing it since they were just little kids.
“Right, definitely normal. Can you pass me that bottle there? The lavender concentrate?” And like the obedient dog that he was, Yunho jumped up to pass the dropper bottle over to them. He stayed there, watching as they carefully dripped three perfect beads of the liquid into the mixture. It hissed, and bubbled, and turned a vicious shade of red before settling. It let off a subtle aroma of wood smoke and something sort of sweet. Blue seemed satisfied with this, wafting the steam towards them before carefully pouring it into a bottle and stoppering it.
“What’s that one for?” Yunho asked, picking up the bottle and turning it back and forth in his hands. Blue grabbed one of the sticker labels that was laying on their desk and scrawled a name onto it.
“It’s a fuel substitute for fire demons. For Juyeon from our History of Enchantments class last semester. He’s been having trouble with his current fuel, so this should help him until he can get it sorted out.” They got up, taking the bottle from Yunho, labeling it, and tucking it into their bag.
They were always doing things like this, working tirelessly to help others in new and creative ways and expecting nothing in return. Yunho admired that. They said it was their duty to the world, to do what they could for those who couldn’t. They’d been studying magic since they were little, learning under their grandmother and picking up tricks from covens all over the world. Blue’s grandmother was one of the most powerful witches in the entire country, and most importantly, she was a wonderful woman. Yunho remembered that very well from their childhood, from the day he’d met her and Blue so many years prior.
The day Yunho met Blue was a blur in his mind. He’d lost a lot of blood, and the therapists said that trauma could make his memories disjointed on top of it. But he remembered the fresh linens hanging outside, the way that the breeze carried the scent, and how it was so strong in that moment.
