#tw: pregnancy at seventeen

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Hi zeta! So I received a notification today that I was ovulating and had a thought. Husband/Ceo!Cheol checking your phone as you received and notification that you were ovulating. Like my man would go crazy and be at it like the fucking rabbits.

(sorry why is this so long)

tw: dom!seungcheol, sub!reader (fem), marriage!au, unpotected sex (pls stay safe), breeding kink, mentions of kids and pregnancy, praise, use of petnames, daddy and mommy kink (they want to be actual parents), mating press, spanking, oral (f rec), cockwarming - minors dni.

@gyuwoncheol tagging her bcs she helped me to her own demise

"Babe?"

"Yes darling?"

"You have a new notification!" Seungcheol yells from the other end of the living room.

"I'll check it later, thanks!" You yell back, trying to make yourself heard through the noise of the kitchen mixer.

Seungcheol is a man who values your privacy and would never attempt the petty snooping around on your phone.

But how could he miss the bright notification of your cycle tracking app saying that you're ovulating?

He turns his head to your direction and looks at the shape of your body standing in front of the counter and his mind races at the thought of you bearing his kids and having them run around your legs in the future.

And it makes him want to fuck you until he has made sure you're pregnant.

He gets up from the couch and walks up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You sure love back hugs, don't you?" You let out a small laugh.

"How can I not when I have such a pretty wife?" He hums.

"Oh, I see how it is." You turn off the mixer and turn around to face him. "Come on, out with it, big guy."

"What? Can't I just compliment my wife because I feel like it?" He pouts his lips.

"Seungcheol, you never compliment me without any reason."

"I was just thinking...."

"I knew it."

"I haven't even said anything yet!" He complains.

"Oh my God, just say it!"

"I was thinking how pretty you'd look with a belly full of our kids."

Your eyes widen with shock at your husband's blunt words. It's true that you've discussed the possibility of widening your family with Seungcheol and you know he would be the most silly and doting dad ever. But the way he looks at you and his hands tighten on your body makes you feel a tad bit jittery (in a very good way).

"Did you just think of that, or...?"

"Your tracking app said you're ovulating and I can't get it out of my damn head." Seungcheol groans.

"You checked my phone?!"

"I didn't unlock it! It was right beside me and I just saw the pop-up on the screen!"

"And that made you worked up already?" You deadpan.

"God, you have no idea." He drops his head on your shoulder and rolls his hips against you.

"You're incorrigible." You hug him with a light chuckle.

You feel his lips stretching in a grin and he throws you over his shoulder with one swift motion, carrying you to the bedroom. You complain all the way, but he just slaps your ass and puts you down on the mattress, your legs hanging from the edge of the bed.

"I am indeed incorrigible, darling." Seungcheol strips himself down to bare skin and purposefully climbs over you to grab a pillow and place it under your lower back.

"I'll do everything in my power," he hooks his fingers in the hem of your sweats and drags them away from your legs, "to get your pretty pussy," he removes your cotton panties to reveal your cunt, "full of my cum until you physically can't take more inside you."

"C-Cheol-" You watch your husband kneel on the foot of the bed, ready to use his tongue on you.

"Talk to me, darling. Tell me what you want."

"Fuck, I want your kids so bad." You moan and spread your legs, putting your hands under your knees to pull them on your sides.

"That's what I thought too." He smirks and leans down to press a kiss on your clit, followed by full-bodied swipes of his wet muscle from your puffy bud of nerves to your hole, waiting for your pussy to drip just enough to get messy.

"You're so perfect, you know that?" He brings your legs on your chest and puts your ankles on his shoulders, the head of his cock dragging over your pussy. "Perfect wife, with a perfect pussy." He whispers and slides his shaft inside you, stealing your moans with his mouth.

You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his pillowy lips, all while his cock is battering up your cunt. Your leg muscles tense up from being stretched out to their limits, but you don't want to switch up positions.

"Sweet, sweet fucking cunt, all ready to keep my cum safe." Seungcheol groans wildly on your lips, "Want to make you a mommy so bad."

"Fuck, I want you to be a daddy, Cheol, ah!" You throw your head back on the bed, watching your husband plow his hips in you relentlessly, his bottom lip caught between his pearly whites.

"W-Want a pretty little girl, w-with your eyes and lips, wanna treat her like a princess."

"And a rowdy little b-boy, so you c-can play g-games with him." You stammer over your words, but you get the message across.

"Fuck, I love you so much, darling." Seungcheol moans airily and plants his hands beside your head, rutting in you like a madman, sweat dripping down his body and a few drops landing on your chest.

"Cheol, I'm c-close." You sob.

"Me too, baby. Just a little more, please." He begs you to hold out.

You do as he says and you cum undone underneath him, his thick cock pulsing until he has emptied himself inside your cunt, not daring to pull away from you.

A few seconds of silence pass and none of you has moved yet. Your pussy clenches around his cock ever so slightly and you whimper, your legs falling limp on the bed.

"Even your pussy wants more, babe." Seungcheol chuckles and moves his cock inside you, bringing himself back to full hardness.

"You mean you've got more to give?" You pant.

"For you? Always."

[jun-of-love]

Hi if ever you will read this but i saw this fanfic you written https://www.tumblr.com/jun-of-love/718945713628872704/heyyy-if-youre-open-for-requests-i-saw-this and i was thinking of a wonwoo version of it while he was gaming and he saw you if only you have a chance thank you so much

helloooo...firstly, thank you so much for sending in this request- i hope this meets your expectations. alsoo super sorry for posting this late- i was busy w my college applications and allat. hope you like this and don't hold back if you have more requests- i'll do them faster this time ❤😉

Times were hard, to say the least.

Not financially or anything, your basic needs were being met- you had a wonderful house you had bought together with your husband- who was himself a very loving and caring partner, you had enough money in your bank account to live comfortably for a few years, everything was going well.

Except for this little baby in your belly that was growing so big as though he was going to come out ready for Olympics wrestling.

The pregnancy hormones were driving you crazy. You were angry, sad, nauseous, frustrated, hungry- all at once, for at least ten hours a day. Your husband, Wonwoo, was as supportive as ever. He never complained, and was always at your back and call- despite having a demanding job himself. He would make it a point to call you every hour or two to check up on if you needed anything. He attended every doctor’s appointment with you, and took it upon himself to make sure you were doing everything as per the doctor’s instructions. You were so, so grateful to have him.

However, at this moment, he was pissing you off.

Wonwoo had taken some time off for himself to play video games with his college best-friends. Sure, he deserved it after spending all of his days and nights taking care of his pregnant wife. You understood and respected that, but it has been five hours since he has been glued to the damn screen, when originally he had promised to come back after three hours. You wanted him to have his time, really you did, but your belly cramped painfully and your back was throbbing. You cursed the timing, out of all days, your pain had to be especially bad today- the one day your husband took time for himself. You felt anger and frustration at his giggles coming from the other room, he seemed so blissfully unaware of your agony. But again, you knew it was not his fault, and he deserved some time to himself, plus you didn’t want to be the nagging frustrating deranged pregnant lady everyone hates.

You pushed yourself up from the bed, muffling your cries of pain with your hand. You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find a medicine that would make you feel better. You took a few steps when suddenly, it felt like your stomach and back muscles gave out from the weight of the baby, tugging you down, making you fall on your knees. You yelled instinctively, and Wonwoo came out running- worry lacing his features.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked, breathing heavily. “Should we go to the doctor? Scratch that- lets go to the doctor’s right now.”

Wonwoo looked so so concerned that it made you feel immediately guilty for being so angry at him. “I’m so sorry you had to leave your game,” you couldn’t help but sob, “I tried to take care of myself but-but- the baby got too heavy!” You clenched his shirt and let out tears of frustration.

“Y/N, babe, why would you apologize for needing me??? I’ll do anything and everything for you, you know that!” Warmth reflected from his eyes. “Plus, the guys were boring me anyway.”

You giggle at that. You try to get up with the help of his hand but no avail, your belly was too heavy. “Our baby is too heavy” you whined, “my back can’t keep up!”

Wonwoo puts his hand behind your back and knees, picking you up, bridal style- thank god for his strict gym regimen. He puts you back on your feet, and the next thing you know, both of his hands are under your belly pulling it up.

You cannot remember the last time you felt such a relief. Your back and body felt light, briefly free of all the stress. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling-involuntarily laughing a little.

Wonwoo smiled. “Feels better?” He kisses your cheek lovingly.

“Amazing.” You breathe out.

“I’ll do this everyday if you want.”

“Oh, you have to!”

“Yes ma’am, especially since it’s my fault our y/nwoo is such a chonk.”

You laughed. “A chonk indeed.”

[starsallalight]

Turning slightly, Jacqueline reached up and took his face in her hands. She could see the pain that he'd tried to hide, and she couldn't help but feel some guilt for it.

"I didn't mean it like that, my love. Please don't misunderstand me." The princess begged. "I would never deny you your child, Phillip. I no more expect you to do it than you'd expect me to. I just... I don't want the babe to go through what my sister and I did... A mother who can't stand your very presence and wishes you weren't there is enough to break a person to their very core. The one person in all the world you're supposed to be able to trust and lean on, and they despise you... It's torture, Phillip. I may have had it better than Danielle, I admit that. But only just. Rodmilla had eyes and heart only for Marguerite. They were like a looking glass. Each seeing the very worst parts reflected back at them in the other."

Offering her husband a sad smile, Jacqueline ran her thumb along the planes of his cheeks. "I don't want to go. Not yet. And I'm going to try my hardest to stay. I just needed to know, in case the worst did happen, that I'd be able to rest easily and peacefully. That's all. I'm sorry if I grieved you."

Deep down, though, she was certain that if it came down to it and a choice had to be made, Phillip would choose her. And a part of her felt like she was already a terrible mother for being thankful for it. She didn't want it to come to that. She didn't want to put that choice on his shoulders and conscience. If Jacqueline had it her way, both she and the baby would make it through this healthy and strong and thriving. But that nagging voice in the back of her mind needed that assurance, just in case. The odds weren't exactly in her favor, after all. They were always stacked against the mother. Sometimes the child too.

Swallowing thickly, Jacqueline tried to keep her face from crumbling. She didn’t want to frighten Phillip, but she couldn’t help but be afraid of that very fate. His mother had died giving him life, as had Danielle’s. Would she as well? And what if she did? Would her child suffer the same fate as Danielle? Trapped under the thumb of a stepmother who hated them? Enduring that terrible knowledge and suffering for it?

She hoped desperately that Phillip wouldn’t ever let someone like Rodmilla into their child’s life, should anything take her from them. But if her mother had fooled Danielle’s father, then her husband too could be fooled by a pretty face and sweet, empty words.

“Phillip, promise me that if I don’t make it, you won’t let our child suffer as Danielle did. Don’t let them know a mother who wishes they didn’t exist. I would rather them not have a mother at all over one who wants to make them suffer, or get rid of them. In that case, I’d rather Danielle look after them.”

[veeluvss]

hii!!! hope your ok? could you write something about mom!emily and daughter!reader where reader gets pregnant(like teen pregnancy) and emily is just comforting her and helping her through it? - feel free to ignore if your not comfortable writing this!! ◡̈

hii!! i loved this request, thank you so so much! here’s the story - let me know what you think /nf

i hope you liked it !!

her smile

tw: teen pregnancy

fluff, family

2.5k words

The test in your hand shook. What the fuck were you meant to do now? This wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t part of the plan. It was a silly one time thing, the condom broke, the chances - and you’d defied them all. You were seventeen, far too young for a child. You couldn’t raise a child. And god, what would your mum think?

You spent the night curled up in bed, holding your stuffed bear to your chest. Your legs were pulled up too, hiding your stomach from the world. You had a baby in there- you had to protect it at all costs. You were going to tell the dad first, thankfully you knew who it was. It wasn’t a serious thing but it wasn’t exactly a toxic thing either and you were thankful about that. You wanted to make sure he knew and he was involved every step of the way. The one thing, even only hours after finding out, you were sure of - is that you’d never get rid of your baby.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh waffles being cooked. Mum was home. Jumping out of bed, you pulled on shorts and your mums FBI jumper and headed downstairs. She’d been on a case and you’d missed her. She heard you run down the stairs and opened her arms in preparation for the hug. You wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her hips. She laughed, her deep belly laugh and help you tight.

“Hi my darling,” she said.

“Hi mum, I missed you,” you replied, dropping your feet but staying in her arms.

“I missed you too.” She replied. You stayed like that for a few moments, soaking it up. You don’t really know what happened, or why but you began to cry. She held you tighter, not saying a word.

“One second baby,” she whispered, as you began to smell the burning waffles. She tapped your back and you let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes on your sleeve.

Emily turned around with burnt waffles on a plate but still put ice cream on them. You laughed.

“Mum, you can’t eat them if they’re burnt,” you said.

“I’m not wasting them,” she replied. “These are special waffles I got from the city.”

You smiled, at her smile, and lifted yourself up onto the counter. You asked her about the case and she told you what she could. You loved hearing about her work. It was something you really wanted to do.

Your hand rubbed at your stomach, thinking of the peanut in there. You looked at your mum and thought about how you wanted the baby to be just like her - to have her smile, her laugh, her light hearted attitude. She paused, looking at you with a whimsical smile.

“What are you looking at?” she asked softly.

“Just you,” you smiled back. “I love you, mum.”

“I love you too baby,” she whispered, leaning over and kissing your cheek. “Now come eat these New York waffles.”

You spent the entire day watching movies with your mum. Curled up in her bed with her blankets and hoodie. You cuddled into her closely.

“Oh babe,” she whispered, picking up her phone.

“A case?” you sighed, looking up at her with puppy eyes.

“Yeah, love,” she hugged you tight and let you go. You blinked back the tears, trying not to show how disappointed you were.

Hours later, your mum was gone and the dad to your new baby was sitting in your kitchen. You were stalling.

“Y/n, just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been here forty five minutes now and you still haven’t got to the point-”

You sighed and slid into the seat next to him.

“I don’t want you to freaak out. No one else knows but I want you to know that I’ve made a decision and you can either decide to be here for me or not-” you began. His face twisted, almost as if he knew already. His eyes jumped down to your stomach and then back up again. Your hand moved to rest there, protecting your baby already.

“You’re not-”

“I found out yesterday,” you replied, eyes down.

“Have you confirmed it with doctors?” His voice was surprisingly calm, almost as if he was prepared.

“Not yet. I’ve only done one test,” you said. You carried on before he could speak, “but, the signs are all there. That’s why I did a test in the first place.”

“Let’s go to the store and double check and then we can book you a doctors appointment,” he said. He stood up from the chair and went to grab his jacket but you grabbed his wrist.

“Wait,” you whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He sat back down quietly and cleared his throat. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t with this guy, not seriously and this could end so badly. You knew it. He turned in his chair and took hold of your shaking, clammy hands.

“Y/N,” he began. Tears welled in your eyes. “Whatever happens, pregnant or not- I’ve had feelings for a while. It began when we started that project together and then the sex and - look I’ve been meaning to tell you. I won’t lie I hoped that was why you called me over,” he said softly. You were shocked. You didn’t know he was attached.

“What about the other girls?” you asked, referring to the other girls you thought he was sleeping with.

“There aren’t any other girls. Not anymore. I know the lads joke about it - it’s funny to them. But since I realised how much I like you… I dropped them all.”

“All of them?” you were skeptical. His lads did joke, a lot. This guy was the man slag of the school - the one who slept with everyone and he had feelings for you??

“All of them. I promise. I even deleted their numbers, the lot. I only speak to my friends and the occasional girl in my class when needed. I’m serious about you,” he paused and looked at your belly. “And the baby.”

“You want to keep it?” You questioned, almost choking on the question. His eyes went wide – assuming you didn’t from your response.

“I’ll respect anything you chose-” He spluttered. “I just, it’s mine too and that’s important to me.”

“We’re still so young,” you sighed, lowering your eyes.

“We are.” he grabbed your chin and lifted up your head gently so you were looking at him. “But let’s triple confirm the pregnancy and then we can worry then, okay?”

You nodded in agreement and slowly leaned in to kiss him. His soft tone, his gentle eyes and entire person was so comforting to you. You couldn’t help it.

It was triple confirmed. As a pair, working on making things official, you had decided to keep the baby. You knew it would break you trying to abort and with a dad who was interested, genuinely invested even, you knew the baby would be okay. You just had to tell Emily.

She’d texted you to tell you she was about an hour away from home and you began making her dinner. It was her favourite. Deep down, you knew your mum would support you no matter what but the anxiety of the reaction was insane. Your palms were sweaty, you struggled to catch your breath and you couldn’t focus on the cooking at all.

Somehow, you still managed to patch something together in time for her arrival home. She walked through the front door, replaced her heels with slippers and entered the kitchen with a wide smile on her face.

“Oh this is lovely!” she praised, seeing her favourite on the side.

“Sit down mum, I’ll get you some wine,” you replied, unable to make eyecontact. As a profiler, that gave it all away. She smiled and held up her wine glass regardless then set it down, clearing her throat.

“So my angel cake,” she said softly, addressing you in a way that made you more worried - “you’ve either been suspended, done drugs or get pregnant. What’s going on?”

You knew she was joking. She said it as a joke - a common joke parents make: ‘Oh, you’ve come to tell me your pregnant’. But it wasn’t a joke, suddenly it was real life and you were ready to throw up.

Exiting the kitchen at high speed, you crashed into the downstairs bathroom. Emily was quick to drop behind you. She held back your hair and rubbed your back and then sighed. She sat behind you, flushed the toilet and then closed the seat. She stayed close to you and your head rested on the toilet in shame. She knew, no doubt about it, she knew.

“It’s ironic when a mother’s joke becomes truth, isn’t it?” she sighed quietly. Her head rested on the door frame and her eyes ran over you. She rubbed yoru back, sighing a little more and then grabbed your hand.

“Talk to me,” she encouraged. “Tell me.”

“The condom broke,” you suddenly sobbed. “I didn’t do it on purpose and I swear it was an accident-” Emily moved and took you into her arms completely. YOu clung to your mum as if you were four years old again, letting every emotion come out. The anxiety about telling her, the anxiety about the baby. The idea of even having a baby. A new relationship you didn’t know if you were ready for. The fact you were going to be a mum. The way you were only seventeen. The tears ripped through your body but Emily held you the entire time. She didn’t let go, not once.

“I was 15 when I first got pregnant,” Emily said softly, handing you a cup of tea. “

“What?” You replied, eyes wide. Your jaw dropped. Emily smiled at the reaction. “Fifteen?”

“Fifteen.” She took a deep breath before explaining. “I lived in Rome at the time, with my mum who was working hard. I had sex with boys to fit in, being a teenager is hard, I understand that more than you know. Anyway, church and religion was a big thing. My priest said that if I abort the baby, I’m not welcome back into the church. Obviously, I was fifteen, still at school - my mum couldn’t know. I had no other choice. I ended up aborting the baby but my friends helped me back into the church-” she explained. You listened intently.

“Does it make you sad?” you asked.

“What?”

“That you didn’t keep the baby?”

“All the time. I’ll grieve for the baby for as long as I’m alive but I know I made the right choice. My body was still so young, I don’t think it would have even managed to keep a baby safe, as well as me. And then the external factors - plus,” she smiled and grabbed your hand. “If I had kept the baby, I probably never would have had you.” You blushed and lowered your head.

“Are you ashamed?” You whispered.

“I’ll never be ashamed of what I did to fit -”

“No mum,” you interrupted. “Are you ashamed of me?” You saw her heart break through her eyes and she shook her head so adamantly.

“I would never, ever be ashamed of you. Y/N I am so proud of you.”

“Proud for getting knocked up at 17?” you scoffed.

“Hey, no.” she shook her head again. “You don’t talk about yourself or my grandchild like that. Ever. What happened, happened. As you said, it was an accident. Sweetheaart, you’re seventeen. You’re exploring your body and naturally boys too. These things are bound to happen. Perhaps if you were drugged up and on alcohol and got with about five men and we didn’t know who the dad was then I’d probably be a little disappointed but never ashamed.” you began to cry again and she pulled you into a hug.

It was baby shopping day. You had a bump, a cute one that everyone found adorable. Everyone had been so supportive. The entire team adored you evern more, buying you gifts, checking up on you, helping you decorate. JJ, a mum herself, had been lovely and so supportive. Giving you remedies, tips, massages - it had been amazing. Not only had your family stepped up but your boyfriends had too. Hsi family have loved you through it all. You agreed to stay living at home with your mum. Your boyfriend planned on moving in just before the baby arrived - after his exams - so he could help. Your mum wasn’t too bothered about you finishing school this time round as she knew she had more than enough money to send you back when you were ready, even if it was from home.

Garcia and JJ turned up in the car together as you and your boyfriend stood outside the house, waiting for Emily.

“She’s meeting us there, she got a bit caught up with work,” JJ said, opening the door for you.

“She’ll definitely meet us there?” You asked, sad she wouldn’t be able to shop with you. Her opinion was the most important.

“Defiently honey, now hop in,” Garcia said. You got into the car and put on your belt. Your boyfriend sat beside you and held your hand the entire drive, knowing about your new found travel sickness.

Shopping was so succesful. You were pretty sure that between the lot of you, you’d spent over a grand but you didn’t even care. Uncle Rossi had sent money, your grandparents had sent money, everyone you knew had sent you money to put towards baby Prentiss and you were so happy. It had been one of the most amazing days in the pregnancy journey. Whilst you were exhausted from being on your feet, you were even more excited for the little one to arrive.

The baby nursery was ready a few weeks before baby was due. It was under the sea themed, perfect for you and you’re little kicker. Your boyfriend’s exams were over too and he was in the process of moving his things in. Derek had helped build the nursery and Emily hadn’t left your side.

With such a supportive group, you knew the birth of the baby was going to be easy sailing. And it was.

Emily stood on one side, your boyfriend on the other. JJ and Garcia were in the room too, as well as your boyfriend’s mum.

“So go on, tell us the name you chose,” JJ smiled - she’d been in on it since the start. Holding the bundle of pink blankets and tiny baby in your arms, you looked up at your mum with tears in your eyes.

“Mum, you’ve been there every step of the way. From the moment you adopted me at five to this very second you haven’t left my side and I’m so grateful. I’m so proud of you for putting your life of the line everyday to serve the country and bring down the bad guys. I’m so proud of how unbelievably strong you are no matter what you’ve been through. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how incredible you are. Everyone can see that. I want my baby to have your strength, determination, huge heart and the most beautiful smile.” Tears were streaming down Emily’s face as she caressed your hair. “We decided to call her Emily Hope Prentiss.”

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts [[Series Masterlist]]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

There's nothing worse than finding out you've been lied to. Five years after having her heart ripped out, a knock at Charlotte's door turns her whole world upside down and she doesn't know how to feel about it.

or

Simon fucked up big time and has his own world turned upside down. Price thinks it might be karma.

TW: Smut, angst, fluff, mental health issues, past abuse, torture, mentions of past rape, pregnancy, PTSD, mentions of attempted suicide, the usual warnings for COD looool

A/N:

I finally caved and made a Tumblr lmao I'll be honest, this fandom intimidates the fuck out of me. Cross posting here from Ao3.

This story follows a Two Act structure. It will begin with the prologue which is set in current times (really kicking this story off with a bang lmaoooo). Then Act One will be set in the past and then Act Two is back in the present.

I’m going to be playing with different POVs to get a real sense of what's going on and there will be a lot of Ghost POV because I love being in his brain :’) I also won’t be tagging each chapter individually so please read the tags here and they will be updated as needed.

Now, to clarify some shit;

I’ve played around with the timeline and shit to make things work better and had to fill in some gaps. We know that Ghost joined the military after the 911 attacks and I had him be 18 when that happened (meaning he was born in 1983). If I made him any older, he’d be even older than I wanted him to be at present times. As it was now, he turned out at 40 in 2023 (when I started this fic). I didn't really want him to be that old (not that 40s old, but you know lmao) so for the sake of this story, ‘present time’ is 2019 and he’s 36. 

And the last note; I’m in fact from Manchester myself. Ghost doesn’t have a Manchester accent in the least. No idea why, I always presumed it was something about him joining the military, maybe he picked up an accent similar to a London one or something, but boy is that accent not Mancunian. Not that its a bad thing because I fucking hate Mancunian accents and I say that as someone who has one lololol I won't be mentioning the fact his accent isn't quite right in the story ‘cause that's just awkward :’)

Some chapters will be accompanied with a song that fits (sometimes loosely) the theme of the chapter.

Prologue

Act One: Chapter One

Act One: Chapter Two

Act One: Chapter Three

Act One: Chapter Four

Act One: Chapter Five

Act One: Chapter Six

Act One: Chapter Seven

Act One: Chapter Eight

Act One: Chapter Nine

Act One: Chapter Ten

Act One: Chapter Eleven

Act One: Chapter Twelve

Act One: Chapter Thirteen

Act One: Chapter Fourteen

Act One: Chapter Fifteen

Act One: Chapter Sixteen

Act One: Chapter Seventeen

Act One: Chapter Eighteen

Act One: Chapter Nineteen

Act One: Chapter Twenty

Act One: Chapter Twenty One

Act One: Chapter Twenty Two

Act One: Chapter Twenty Three

Act One: Chapter Twenty Four

Act One: Chapter Twenty Five

Act One: Chapter Twenty Six

Act One: Chapter Twenty Seven

Interlude

Act Two: Chapter One

Act Two: Chapter Two

Act Two: Chapter Three

[darlingsfandom]

can you please do one with our queen kitten braden maybe reader is having her baby ❤️ and we follow them through the pregnancy

She is a queen and I love her so much 🥺 this is a cute request! I’m excited !

I’m sorry I couldn’t find a gif ): I hunted for one for awhile ):

This 97% fluff! 3%smut! Not proofread !

Tw: talks of birth , mentions of characters from the movie.

I couldn’t think of the name for that baby! So you get to name the baby (:

“Oh for fucks sake!” You rolled your eyes as you pushed yourself off the bed to waddle your way into the bathroom.

“If it helps, you have a cute waddle !” Kitten followed you to the bathroom and leaned on the door frame with a smile plastered on her face.

“It doesn’t !” You snapped before your eyes started to water. “I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean that.” Kitten walked over to you and sat on the edge of the tub before she placed her thumbs on her cheeks and wiped away your tears.

“I know you didn’t , I know it’s not easy and I’m not going anywhere.” She kissed you softly on the lips before standing up to help you onto your feet. “Do you need help wiping ?” She handed you the tissue.

“Kitten…” you took the tissue from her and playfully rolled your eyes before cleaning yourself up.

“What? I’m just trying to help you.” You shook your head as you cleaned up, washed your hands and splashed some water at her making her gasp . She chased after you until you were on the bed. Kitten climbed into bed with you and pinned you down before covering your face in kisses making you giggle.

Never in your life did you think you’d become a mother and let alone with your best friend. Kitten and you met when you were fifteen and she was seventeen, both of you got called into the principals office for different reasons that day. She explained how she wrote about something sexual but added some humor to it so it wouldn’t be that bad. You on the other hand were in the office for telling your teacher to fuck off and that people can wear what they please, little did Kitten know she was the reason. You had followed kitten around for the rest of the school year doing each others make up, you’d do her nails for her and she’d help you sow but when she was about to actually you took it upon yourself to follow her! Through thick and thin you stayed , even when you told her to stay away from Billy? Maybe it was Bobby? It didn’t matter, you were there to pick up the pieces.

And now here the two of you stand. Three years down the road laying in bed being covered in kisses as you had her child growing inside of you, well you helped make the little pain in the ass right now too. You also had taken her last name along with the pretty ring on your finger. Life had its ups and downs but it all ended up here.

“My pretty girl!” Kitten sat up on her knees as you laid on your elbows.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I know you’re pretty!” Kitten poked your nose as she grabbed your maternity pants and helped you get them on.

“How can you think I’m pretty ! I’m huge!” You patted your stomach making her furrow her eyebrows together.

“You’re having our baby! What’s more beautiful than that hmm? Our little baby is going to the most precious thing to exist .” Kitten pulled you onto your swollen feet. You whined making her pout. She wrapped her arms around you before walking you back to the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror before you focused on how she had started brushing your hair gently.

“How do you put up with me like this ? I’m a big mess of emotions and gas ! Oh my god! It’s embarrassing! How can you handle that part! And all my weird cravings ?? Why haven’t you left me?” You blabbered on making Kitten stop brushing your hair so she could place her hands on your shoulders to look into her eyes.

“I’m not leaving! I am your wife, thick and thin! Your emotions are getting to you okay. I’m excited to have a little family with you. Our family! We can start something new where it’s real love, we can raise our baby in the safe home neither of us had. Just because you’re gassy and five months pregnant doesn’t mean you’re ugly! It doesn’t mean I don’t love you! You’re not going to gross me out, scare me away. I made a promise that I was always going to love you and I’m keeping that promise.” Kitten kissed your head before she wiped away your tears along with some snot that dribbled down your nose with some tissue.

From that point forward Kitten wouldn’t let you lift a finger. The way she catered to you made you feel special , well even more special since she had always taken care of you in every way possible.

“Are you sure you want just polka dots? That’s kind of boring.” Kitten pouted as the two of you stood in the middle of the half made nursery.

“Kitten! It’s a nursery not a fashion week in Paris.” You rubbed your belly as you ate the peanut butter pickle that you made in the kitchen. Kitten made a face as you ate. She didn’t mind some other cravings but this one didn’t sit right with her.

“Besides we don’t have to be super fancy, it’s just got have the basics .” You waved the pickle a little before taking another bite.

“Honey, I love you but for the love of god… the pickles and peanut butter…”

“DONT BLAME ME! ITS WHAT BABY WANTS!” You pouted your lip at her making her lean in and kiss your pickled lips. She made a face again. “Kitten stop!” You finished the pickle and licked your fingers while she went back to picking a theme for the nursery. The two of you settled on woodland animals .

“Kitten!” You whined as she sat on the bed helping you fold all the new baby clothes that the two of you thrifted earlier.

“What do you need my darling?” She set her pile off to the side as you batted your eyelashes.

“Fuck me please ?”

“I think this is my favorite part of your pregnancy so far darling .” She smirked at you before laying you down gently. The sex wasn’t was rough as the two of you would normally like, but that didn’t stop Kitten from giving you amazing oral or they way she sucked on your swollen tits. “These are also part of my favorite things ! Your tits have gotten huge honey!” She kissed each of them gently because even the slightest touch had you cumming in seconds. It was almost possible that the two of you had more sex now !

Another month had passed making you now seven and a half months pregnant.

“Everything looks good!” Kitten squeezed your hand as the two of you watched the baby on the ultrasound. “Heartbeat sounds good.” The doctor looked at the two of you before she tilted her head. “Are you sure you don’t want to know the gender?”

“No… gender isn’t important.” You looked back at Kitten who was memorized at the picture of her baby moving peacefully in your belly.

“Yeah yeah no gender for now.” Kitten waved her hand.

“Alright, well you two are all set! Baby is happy and healthy in there. Keep up the good work and I’ll see the two, soon to be three of you in another mother or so!” The doctor gave you smile before letting you get cleaned up.

“You really don’t care what we have?” You asked Kitten walking down the street from the doctors office as she held your hand.

“No because I know I’m going to love our baby regardless .” She squeezed your hand tightly before continuing to walk with you to grab a little snack. You stopped in your tracks making Kitten stumble a little before she looked back at you with concern.

“Are you okay darling?” She ran her hand over your cheek slowly before you nuzzled against her hand.

“Kitten… I need sex!” Her lips curved into a smirk before she took you home as quickly as possible. This was her favorite part for sure.

Now with the final weeks around the corner , your boobs doubled in size, belly huge and round you were scared that you were going to pop any second. Kitten had made sure all the items you needed were in the diaper bag that the two of you thrifted. It did make you a little sad that you didn’t have a baby shower but you knew it was better not too considering both of your families didn’t care. Charlie had got the two of you some things and gave you the clothes that no longer fit her baby. Charlie had been helpful through your pregnancy giving you tips to help. Luckily for you Kitten had helped Charlie deliver her baby so you had two experts by your side.

The cool breeze came in your bedroom window while Kitten had you spooned in her arms. You were tossing a little bit before you felt like you had to pee. You took her arm off but not fast enough because when you were half way to the bathroom the feeling went down your leg and then it hit you,

“KITTEN! get up!! KITTEN!” You yelled making her freak out as she woke up to see you standing there soaked.

“Oh my god darling! Your water broke!” She held onto you before it dawned on the both of you that going to the hospital was the best idea. Kitten grabbed the bag from the nursery and was running like a chicken with its head cut off while you stood there frozen. It was happening.

“Are you sure it broke? It’s early!” You asked until the sharp pain of the contractions hit you. “Nope! It broke!” You placed your hands on your belly. Kitten waisted no time in helping you out of the house, into the car and drove as fast as she could to get you there.

The two of you made it in the hospital. While you got all taken care of Kitten went to make a call to Charlie to let her know the good news. Pretty soon Kitten was with you stroking your hair , holding your hand and talking to you about what she did when Charlie gave birth. This was your first kid. This was never what you thought your life would be and you wouldn’t change a thing!

“You need to push!” Kitten squeezed your hand as you laid there heavily breathing trying to push your baby out.

“I AM PUSHING! FUCK!” You squeezed her hand to the point you almost broke it. “FUCK KITTEN!” You yelled through gritted teeth.

“You’re almost there, I’m seeing the head.” Your doctor explained as she watched your birth. “One more big push okay! You got it!”

Your heart was about to burst from the stress of it. Your body was covered in a layer of sweat, body turned a different from all the blood rushing around , if looks could kill… everyone would’ve died twice over .

Your hand found kittens shirt and pulled on it pulling her closer as you screamed. She ran her hand over your head while watching you cry. She knew it was painful for you but you were doing so great.

With another big push that knocked the wind out of you the room suddenly went quiet for a second until the sound of the baby crying filled your eyes.

“Your baby is here!” You cried at the words spoken to you. Kitten helped you lay back and kissed your head as they cleaned up the baby. They did all the test and confirmed a healthy baby.

“All right mamas , who gets to hold baby first ?” The nurse asked.

“She does.” Kitten pointed to you. The nurse placed the baby in your arms and smiled down.

“Do you two want to know the gender now?”

“Yes.” Kitten and you said in unison.

“Welcome your baby girl to the world.”

“A girl!” Both you and kitten smiled before you started crying. “We had a girl!” Kitten couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. She was a proud mother. She was a proud wife. She was proud of you.

A couple hours later Kitten came out of the bathroom with another washcloth to wipe your face. She was determined to keep you clean as possible to make you feel better. Your daughter was in her little crib that hospital had wrapped up in a little pink blanket as you laid in your bed with heavy eyes. Charlie knocked on the door coming in with her baby on her hip and a small bouquet and her new boyfriend.

“Congratulations you two!” She set the flowers down next to you before kissing your head.

“Thank you!” Kitten gave Charlie a hug before taking her baby from her so you could give Charlie a hug.

“What did you name her?!?” Charlie bounced on her feet in excitement as she took her baby back from kitten.

“We don’t have a first name yet… but her middle name will be after her godmother … Charlie.” You grabbed kittens hand.

“I’m her god mother!” Charlie beamed !

“Wouldn’t pick anyone else!” You closed your eyes with a smile on your face as the drugs finally kicked in.

“Let’s let her rest.” Kitten spoke softly before she covered you with hospital blanket and kissed your head.

You and Kitten would never forget that day the two of became Three. The day you welcomed your little girl into the world weighing seven pounds five oz and twenty two inches long, she got that from kitten ! The two loneliest people on the planet who never thought they’d make it this far were now a happy family of three. Kitten got her dream girl, her dream life that she always wanted and she couldn’t be more thankful that you made it all possible .

[chocobochaserstories]

Turk Omegaverse Headcanons Part One

Utilizing Before Crisis details as well... even if with Crisis Core, the two games would have to take place during each other to be half canon. Turks: Reno, Rude, Emma (Gun (Female)), Elena TW: I had no filter writing this. Sex, allusions to kinks, condoms, minors DNI to be safe :)

Reno

The sluttiest omega you can imagine

He’s supposed to be on suppressants, but you’re also  not supposed to drink alcohol while on them, and he forgets to take them half the time, so they’re not very effective.

Reno is a bonded omega, so his cycles hit like clockwork exactly every five weeks.

Reno has a very active sex life with his alpha, both during his heats and outside of them.

Reno is shameless and he’s not exactly afraid of being kinky or playing with a new toy. That being said, as second in command, he won’t do anything that might threaten his job.

Rude

Reno’s alpha, husband, and best friend.

Significantly less kinky than his husband, but definitely not vanilla. Plus he likes it when his omega is happy, so if Reno wants to be handcuffed to the showerhead for some reason, he’s willing to try that… even if it involves them both slipping, falling, and having to come up with a lie to tell the plumber as to how the shower head got ripped out of the wall.

Has he screwed Reno in a helicopter before? Maybe.

The sweetest husband!

His favorite way to end a long day is turning on a shitty rom-com and cuddling Reno.

Emma (Gun (Female))

An Alpha and not-exactly-bonded with Alvis (Rod (Male)

She’s been on Rut Suppressants since it was legal and has safe sex drilled into her head like a mantra.

Her parents were teens when she was born (Fifteen with her, seventeen with her sister), and the pregnancies were stressful enough that it’s pretty much impossible for her and Elena to have any more siblings.

She’s not really looking for a permanent mate, but blowing off steam with Alvis works and she has a “Not quite friends, not quite acquaintances” with benefits thing going on with the beta.

She lives on her own now, but growing up, her parents had a ready stash of condoms in the house and they were not at all taboo. 

“If you’re going to have sex, don’t hide it. Just be safe.” - Her Mother

Elena

An omega who pretends she’s an alpha. Or a beta. Anything but an omega, really.

Views being an omega more as a weakness and a hindrance than a help.

It adds a layer of complexity to her sibling rivalry with Emma, especially since it leaves Elena feeling inferior to her sister and Elena is hard enough on herself as it is.

Elena is eighteen, so she’s on the cusp of pseudoheats and transitional heats (See post on Omega A+P), so it’s not legal for her to take any form of heat suppressant, scent blocker, or other forms of hormone altering medications. She hates that.

Elena’s cycles are still irregular and since she doesn’t have a mate (and has no interest to), she spends the cycles off of work and resting at home.

She really hates missing work and it’s usually her mother who will cuddle with her if his heat cycle doesn’t overlap with hers. He hates when his pups are in pain.

Elena is pretty shy when it comes to exploring her sexuality, so she’s not a major fan of toys or porn on her heats. She’d rather utilize frozen treats as a means to lower her temperature, plus sugar eases her cramps a bit from the endorphin rush. Her go-to is sea salt, of course.

[always-lou-28]

Kinktober Collection Guide // JessHallvol6

Hi! I'm really not on tumblr much just because it's...not a platform I ever learned how to use - but I know a lot of people get fic recs from here and I see so many other authors making fic posts to reblog so...

Here's a comprehensive guide to my Kinktober 2023 Collection for your browsing pleasure

Note: All pairings are featured. I am a multishipper, and I wanted to make sure each 1D pairing got at least an equal amount of love. No hate please!

Entire Collection

Don't Take It Easy - Day One: Pegging (Zayn x girl!Harry) 3,305 words, Bottom Zayn, Top Harry

She Knows The Way Her Body Moves - Day Two: Bondage (girl!Zayn x girl!Niall) 2,496 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Niall

What A Mess I Made Upon Your Innocence - Day Three: Bukkake (Zayn x Louis x Liam) 1,721 words, Submissive Liam

Dripping Thick Like Honey - Day Four: Rimming/Feminization (Liam x Niall) 2,534 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Baby You're Mine, You're Fine - Day Five: Collaring/Leashing (Louis x Harry) 3,415 words, Top Louis, Bottom Harry (tw for anxiety attacks)

Locked In A Cage - Day Six: Chastity (Zayn x Liam) 2,837 words, Zayn in chastity

Grinning Like A Devil - Day Seven: Virginity (Harry x Niall) 2,373 words, Top Harry, Bottom Niall (tw for underage - xfactor era)

Breed - Day Eight: Breeding/Belly bulging (Louis x Liam) 1,891 words, Top Louis, Bottom Liam (tw for a/b/o)

Leave My Heart Open - Day Nine: Body Worship (Louis x Zayn) 1,587 words, Submissive Zayn (tw for implied/referenced past self harm)

Good For You - Day Ten: Praise Kink (Louis x Niall) 2,293 words, Top Louis, Bottom Niall

Eyes Open For The Fall - Day Eleven: Sensory Deprivation (Zayn x Liam) 3,342 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Liam

Fuck Me Back To Sleep - Day Twelve: Somnophilia (Liam x Niall) 1,623 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Your Hands, Your Body - Day Thirteen: Size Difference (Harry x Niall) 2,836 words, Top Harry, Bottom Niall

Massage - Day Fourteen: Prostate Massage (Louis x Harry) 2,458 words, Submissive Harry

Havin' A Good Time - Day Fifteen: Shotgunning (Zayn x Liam x Harry x Niall) 2,020 words, group sex

A Little Less - Day Sixteen: Double Penetration (Harry x girl!Niall x girl!Louis) 3,451 words, Top Harry, Top Louis, Bottom Niall

Happy Birthday Babe - Day Seventeen: Gangbang (Liam x Niall x Zayn x Louis x Harry) 2,062 words, Bottom Liam Centric

Secrets I Have - Day Eighteen: Body Modification - Piercings (Liam x Niall) 2,631 words, Top Liam, Bottom Niall

Show You Off - Day Nineteen: Exhibitionism (Louis x Zayn) 2,180 words, Top Louis, Bottom Zayn

One Touch Is All It Takes - Day Twenty: Fucking Machine (Louis x Harry) 3,449 words, Top Louis, Bottom Harry (I'm so deeply sorry for this depravity)

I'll Bet, You'll Say - Day Twenty One: Lingerie (Louis x Liam) 3,854 words, Top Louis, Bottom Liam

Something Divine - Day Twenty Two: Thigh Fucking (Harry x Zayn) 1,665 words, Submissive Harry

I Get Down On My Knees For You - Day Twenty Three: Deepthroating (Zayn x Liam) 2,617 words, Dominant Zayn, Submissive Liam

You Take Me To The Edge - Day Twenty Four: Edging/Sex Toys (Harry x Liam) 3,189 words, Top Harry, Bottom Liam (tw for underage - 2012 era)

Taste On My Tongue - Day Twenty Five: Pregnancy/Lactation Kink (girl!Harry x girl!Niall) 2,206 words, Pregnant Harry

Keeping Tallies - Day Twenty Six: Overstimulation (Louis x Zayn) 3,640 words, Top Louis, Bottom Zayn

Someone's Calling My Name - Day Twenty Seven: Painplay/Spanking (Louis x Liam) 3,516 words, Dominant Louis, Submissive Liam

Sweet Baby - Day Twenty Eight: Daddy Kink/Cockwarming (Zayn x Niall) 3,050 words, Top Zayn, Bottom Niall

Hiccups - Day Twenty Nine: Breathplay (Harry x Liam) 3,099 words, Top Harry, Bottom Liam

First Date - Day Thirty: Sounding (Zayn x Niall) 3,248 words, Dominant Zayn, Submissive Niall

Ghost Fuckery - Day Thirty One: Ghost Fuckery (Louis x Niall) 5,472 words, Top Louis, Bottom Niall, Ghost Louis

[raging-ale]

rafael silva, homosexual, cismale + he/him, tank «—◦—→ well met, alejandro fuentes! the godling born child of ares. it’s been 28 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their protective, introverted, + resourceful? or will their compulsive, temperamental, self-destructive hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: alejandro santiago fuentes nicknames: ale & hulkling date of birth: march 30th age: 28 years old face claim: rafael silva godly parent: ares height: 6'0 dominant hand: right hand education level: some high school, dropped out. occupation: personal trainer

parents: maria fuentes ( deceased ) siblings: none that he knows of pets: nox - black pitbull.

positive traits: protective, introverted, resourceful negative traits: compulsive, temperamental, self-destructive habits: always picking at the cuts on his knuckles - just never letting them fully heal. when alone and in his head he tends to talk to himself - mostly telling himself to shut up. when uncomfortable he starts to look around for places to go head as he is in the middle of a conversation. quirks: tends to ball up his fist all the time to keep himself in check, sometimes leading to his nails digging into his palm and causing him to bleed. pet peeves: people that don't get the hint that he needs wants to be left alone. hobbies: working out, boxing, swimming, riding his bike, reading, long walks with nox.

sexual orientation: homosexual sexual position: vers clothing style: leather jacket's - almost wearing all black and he does wear glasses when he needs to read. prominent features: scars all across his chest and back with one across his face near his left eye, bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, ( irl tattoos that rafael has )

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? ale was in the middle of a fight outside of a bar that led to four men in the hospital, right as he was pulled back, he grabbed nox's leash and was telling them all off before he was transported.

class: tank inspirations: derek hale ( teen wolf ) & bucky barnes/winter solider ( marvel )

biography:

( TW: death, blood, violence, animal abuse & suicidal thoughts ) alejandro was not born in the best care. having been put into the system since the moment he was born, due to his mother passing away in a car accident from a drunk driver - he was still in the womb, only seven months into the pregnancy. being tossed around from family to family that adopted him, nothing stuck. ale had to grow up fending for himself even at a young age. knowing that he was never going to be able to have a family. ale wasn't able to handle the system anymore, he took what he had to his name, which was not much and ran as far as he could. seventeen years old on the streets, the boy figured his way around, trying to get a job - nothing was able to stick. he was not able to stand people walking all over him which angered him quickly which was then where he got the job that last him almost his whole life and he was good at it. a personal trainer, boxing - just one of the best outlets for him to get a hold of the war inside him. even though that was able to last for the short term while he was only at the gym, when it came to being out in the world that was a different story. the ups and down of growing up had gotten harder and harder as time went on. no friends around to help him keep his head up or keep him in cheek. every person that ale allowed to get close ended up hurt mentally or physically by him - he didn't mean to. always regretting the way he just snaps with no sense of control or why he's always so damn angry all the time. it was then that the one thing that actually was able keep him in check came into his life. *nox* -- his black pitbull that he saved from a fighting ring he was invited to. it was an underground fight club that started off with dog fights. the poor pup was just near a year old and he was already being trained to fight. that did not sit right with. ale felt this rush of anger, a normal feeling and he knew that he was about to black out -- and he did. snapping out of it with men all over him pulling him out of the fight. about six or so men all on the ground, blood all over the place, his own face busted, knuckles cut open - all he saw was red and not knowing what had happened to him. being pulled away into a room that had the boss of the fight club, ale began to explain what happened, trying his best to calm down and not let the anger take over. he was offered a way out - something he felt he had no choice as the men around him had guns and ready to take him out. fight for them, do what they ask him to. in return he will get paid which was one of the only turning points along with a better outlet to just let out everything he had inside, years of anger and abandonment issues. he was able to put in to take nox out of the ring, getting them to think over the animal ring and allow for ale to be the main show. bringing in fights that have almost put him near death as well as the men he fought against. ale was trying his best, making sure to keep himself in check - provide for now his companion, nox. he would do anything and everything for him, even helping him shake off those dark thoughts he has everyday since he was young. telling himself that the world would be better off without him, less people would be hurt around him. still having not let anyone into his life but nox, this was the only support he had going for him. he needed to stay strong, stay alive - not for himself, but for nox. that is how he was able to make it through it all, the idea that nox was waiting for him always, the only family he's ever had.

[t-surewhynot]

I need advice for my open relationship.

TW: Sexual content

Context: I am eighteen, she is seventeen, we are in the same grade and she turns eighteen in February. We have been dating since the summer of this year (I was still seventeen at the time). We have had the sex while I was seventeen because age of consent in our area is sixteen (also it was sesbian lex for a while because I only recently came out as trans so no risk of pregnancy yippee). We have always said that we're both fine with open relationships, mainly for the purpose of exploring our own sexualities. We haven't had the sex since I turned eighteen in September and we were gonna wait until she turns eighteen. I was wondering if, since it's an open relationship, I could possibly try experimenting with my sexuality while I wait for her. She's on the fence about it and I'm not going to do anything until she gives me a yes or no so she asked me to ask the internet. What is y'all's opinion on the matter?

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

love me tender...or maybe not: happily ever after

pairing: cupid!Wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, supernatural!AU, established relationship!AU - minors dni.

warnings: mild public indecency, impregnation kink, breeding, multiple creampies (they are WHORES), mentions of ovulation, pregnancy and kids, dirty talk, use of petnames, manhandling, oral (f rec), crying (it’s happy tears dw), marriage kink (yes you read that right), body worship, cockwarming, wonwoo is a fucking SIMP

word count: ~2.2k

summary: sometimes, fairytales do come true in real life.

Author’s note: surprise bitch i bet u thought you’d seen the last of him HAHA (okay but this is seriously the finale) - major thanks to @playmetheclassics​, @sluttyminghao, @duhnova​, @idyllic-ghost​ and @flowerwonu for proofreading (and screaming) this fic <33

p.s.: happy wonu day🥺

series taglist: @enhacolor​​ @misssugarlips​​ @flowerwonu​​ @duhnova​​ @heartkyeom​​ @junkissed​​ @himbocoups​​ @wonwussy​​ @idyllic-ghost​​​

nsfw taglist: @rosecult​​ @bibinnieposts​​ @ovai​​ @littlemisssarcastic21​​ @tinkerbell460​​ @jonghyuns-husband​ @romromthedeer​​ @y00nzin0​​ @llsiriusminorisll​​ @booyouwhore17​ @lovelyhan​ @luvv4svt​ 

​​© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

The feeling of the sea breeze gently brushes over your skin, a satisfied hum vibrating in your chest as you flip through the photo album in your hands.

Your cheeks almost hurt from constantly smiling while looking at the pictures of your wedding day - which feels like it happened just yesterday (re: it’s been a month). 

Your heart melts every time your eyes fall on the captured moments of you and Wonwoo dancing and kissing each other during the party, the black and white wedding suit making him look even more angelic than he already is. A few snorts escape from you when you notice a few pictures of Seungkwan and Dokyeom drunkenly singing their hearts out along with the music band and your nieces running around your wedding dress to play with the pearly white tulle - Every single of these moments shaped your wedding day into one of the best days of your life and you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. 

“Basking in the sunlight, angel?” Wonwoo comes behind you and softly runs his hands over your shoulders and your arms.

“Mm-hm,” you lay against his abdomen, “Feels like I’m in heaven, to be honest.”

“Well, you are officially married to a creature made in Heaven, so you’re not far from there.” He laughs and leans down to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “Although you could spend more time with your dear husband rather than this album.” 

“Wonwoo, we’re literally 24/7 glued to each other,” you playfully roll your eyes, “If anything, we’ve barely gotten out of the room to take a walk through the island streets!”

“Can you blame me for wanting to enjoy some private time with my beautiful wife?” He kneels in front of you, hands running over your knees.

“You are so fucking horny, oh my God!” You threaten to hit Wonwoo with the wedding album, but he snatches it from your arms and puts it on the tiled floor.

"Yes I am so fucking horny because I have a fucking gorgeous woman by my side with heaven between her legs." His hands climb towards your inner thighs, but you yelp and instinctively push him away with your feet.

"Fuck!" Wonwoo yells before landing into the mini pool with a splash and you gasp, covering your mouth with your hands.

"Oh my God, Wonwoo! Are you okay?!" You get up from your seat and crouch down on the edge of the pool, when you feel a pair of strong arms pulling you into the water and you let out a shriek before falling in the pool with your husband.

"Are you crazy?!" You splash water on his face.

"That's what you get for pushing me away." Wonwoo smirks and pulls you flush to his wet body, pressing kisses all over your neck, his hands roaming your waist and your ass.

"W-Wonwoo! The clothes!" You squeal, the linen fabric of your dress clinging on your body like second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"It's just water, sweetheart," he pecks your cheek, "Don't worry your pretty head about it."

He keeps pecking your cheeks, his lips inch closer to your mouth and you're certain of the direction things are about to take.

"Nonu…" you half moan when he gently pushes your bodies towards the edge of the pool, trapping you between the tiled wall and his firm body, his soaked shirt showcasing his chiseled torso.

"Perhaps you wish to continue inside, darling?" He looks at you with his signature playful glint (the one he developed after you showed him how nice it feels to actually fuck) and you grin, slipping away from his embrace to get out of the pool and stand on your own two feet.

"It would be a shame to wet the floor in the room, though," you twirl a wet strand around your finger and play with the hem of your dress, raising it just enough to reveal your lacy panties.

With one jump, Wonwoo is out of the pool and takes off his shirt and pants, not caring about being fully naked on the balcony of a private suite - where any unlucky passerby could spot him.

"You're crazy."

"You made me like this, Y/N," he slides the straps of your dress down your shoulders and the wet fabric pools around your legs, "Crazy for you and your pretty, pretty pussy." 

He picks you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist, carrying you all the way to the double sized bed, gently laying you down. He leans over you, kissing his way down your body, worshipping it like the finest piece of art he has ever laid he eyes on.

"Please don't stop, angel, please!" you whimper and thread your hand into his dark brown hair, gasping when he rips your lacy thong in half to expose your heated core.

"I could never deny you when you beg so prettily for me, sweetheart." Wonwoo looks up from between your thighs and kneels once more, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders.

The moment you feel his tongue dive between your lower lips, you're a goner.

Wonwoo doesn't hesitate to get messy with his mouth when he goes down on you - his oral skills have progressed exponentially, yet he eats you out with the same eagerness and excitement as the first time.

Except he's not your boyfriend anymore, but your husband for life.

"I could perish in your pussy, baby, I really could," he moans before licking a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit, "I swear I can still taste myself on you."

The last phrase makes you clench around emptiness and it definitely doesn't go unnoticed by him. His hands are glued on your waist, occasionally flattening his palms on your stomach, a thing he has been doing a lot lately (you still have to ask him about it).

"And here I thought I was the only indecent one." Wonwoo purrs against your pussy as he makes out with your clit.

"You're s-still very much indecent, mister!" You whine as he sucks your clit with his lips.

"And you're not?"

"Not as much as y-you!"

"What's that? My wife being a dirty little liar?" He detaches his mouth, licking his lips in the lewdest way possible.

"I'm not lying!" You protest and try to push his head down, but he's much stronger than you. 

"Sweetheart…" he gives you a warning as he climbs over you and traps your wrists above your head with one hand, "You're still acting like a dirty little liar." 

"Then tell me why you think I'm a liar." You taunt him and he scoffs, biting his bottom lip.

"I know for a fact that your pretty brain shortcircuits whenever my cock stuffs your messy little pussy full with cum and all you can do is beg and beg and beg for more," Wonwoo grinds his already stiff cock on top of your clit, forcing your hips to buck upwards, "Just yesterday, you made me cum inside you at least three times - you remember that, don't you, sweetheart?"

Of course you do. How could you forget? It was literally the first thing you did after arriving at the suite.

"W-Wonwoo-"

"What is it, darling?"

"I'm ovulating."

These two words are enough to make your husband freeze on his spot yet make his cock twitch like crazy.

"Do you….wanna rephrase that?"

"For fucks sake, I want you to put a fucking baby in me!" You squeal, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

"Is that so, darling?" He flashes an almost devilish smile before sliding his cock inside you, drawing one of the most sinful noises he has ever heard from your mouth.

"You want me to make you a mommy? Then so be it," he stands up and tilts your hips upwards, just enough to feel his tip deeper with each thrust, "Gonna fill up your pretty hole until it's gushing everywhere around the room."

Wonwoo sets a steady yet strong pace, bullying his cock inside you as he watches your face morph into all sorts off blissful and fucked out expressions, his heart swelling with pride. 

“Baby, you f-feel so good inside me, fuck!” You grip his wrists, nails digging in his skin.

“I know, sweetheart, trust me,” your husband fucks you with slow yet deep thrusts, “I can make it feel even better.”

He pulls out of you and you whine in protest, but he shushes you with a quick kiss on your lips, followed by a cat-like grin. He pats your thigh and scoot closer to the headboard of the bed, giving him enough space to kneel on the mattress.

“Lift your hips up, darling,” he grabs one of the pillows above your head and slides it under your waist, “That’s it, baby.”

“Someone has done plenty of research.” You giggle when Wonwoo throws your legs over his shoulders again. That giggle morphs into a whiny moan when he folds you into the mating press, effortlessly sliding his cock back in your drenched pussy.

The suite room is filled with pornographic sounds and images alike - Wonwoo groans deeply with each thrust he delivers, his fingers tightly laced with yours.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum-"

"Fuck, already?" 

"Y-Yeah, shit!" Wonwoo grits his teeth, "I'm gonna cum straight into your pussy, darling."

"Fuck, please do it, Nonu, please!" You plead him, clutching his hands tighter than before.

He topples over the edge and almost crushes you with his body weight, his cock spurting ropes after ropes of cum inside you. His lips are attached to your neck, licking and sucking your skin to claim it with his marks.

"That was….fuck." You breathe out and pet his hair, thighs practically screaming from pain.

"You mean this round, right?" He chuckles against your skin and your cheeks heat up, eyes widening.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, sweetheart…." Wonwoo lets out a throaty laugh as he raises his torso and pushes your legs flat on your chest.

"How am I supposed to put my angel babies in you with just one round?"

He most definitely didn't lie about multiple rounds, let alone multiple loads in your pussy.

You're both laying on the bed, half of the sheets bunched up around you on the mattress and half fallen down on the floor. The entire suite looks almost like a warzone - scattered crimson red feathers and stains of cum littered all over the bedroom, plus a few scratched furniture surfaces and an one broken chair.

"Wonwooooo….." you mumble, feeling utterly drained, yet fully satisfied.

"I can barely move my body…." he mutters back, "But it feels nice, heh."

"You bet it does," you smile tiredly, slowly dragging your hand through his messy hair.

"Kinda miss your lavender hair."

"I could always dye it back, you know."

"Yeah, but that would fry your scalp, Nonu."

"You would prefer it if I gave the poor priest a heart attack during the ceremony?"

"Okay no, that would be too much." You both erupt into giggles, looking at each other fondly.

"It feels like a fairytale," you admit and lace your hand with his, "You and me, married and spending our honeymoon in Santorini - You get me?"

"Well, almost."

"Almost?"

"Almost, because it's not a fairytale," Wonwoo pulls you closer to his body, wrapping his free arm around your waist, "It's real. You and me are real, just like the rings on our fingers, Y/N."

You take a look on your entwined hands, noticing the angel-winged engagement ring and you feel a stray tear roll down your cheek.

"Hey hey, why are you crying now?" Wonwoo wipes your tear away with his thumb.

"I'm just," You let out a quiet laugh, "Really proud of us, you know? We've come so far, the two of us."

"Well, it's all thanks to you and your dirty little antics." He grins and pecks the tip of your nose.

"As if your curiosity didn't contribute!" You protest, but let out a groan of pain when you make an abrupt move.

"Yeah yeah, of course it did." Wonwoo playfully rolls his eyes.

"But you don't regret it, do you?"

"Now you're just fucking with me."

"We've been doing that all day long, Wonwoo."

"I know, sweetheart," he smirks and pulls your thigh over his hip, sliding his cock back in your abused pussy.

"W-Won, I can't take any more orgasms, I'm serious!" You mewl as your pussy throbs around his shaft.

"Baby I'm just making sure you're nicely filled up and keeping my cum safe in you."

"I swear to God, you're an incubus in disguise, Jeon."

"We'll see that in a few years, darling."

"What's gonna happen in a few years?" You raise your eyebrow in question.

"Our kids will have their own set of pretty angel wings, just like their Daddy." 

"For a cupid, you sound pretty dumb."

"Says you who got fucked dumb just a while ago," Wonwoo whispers against your jaw, ghosting his soft lips over your skin.

You can't bring yourself to form a snarky reply. Instead, you let yourself melt into his embrace, warmth spreading inside and outside of your body thanks to your husband.

You're one step before boarding the train to dreamland when you hear the softest whisper from Wonwoo's lips:

"I love you so much, Y/N."

You flash him one more warm smile before letting Morpheus travel you to other places.

"I love you too, Nonu."

[enzosmorales]

( clayton cardenas, cis male, he/him ) — is that ENZO MORALES stepping out of the L-train? rumor has it they’ve lived in the windy city for 18 YEARS and currently lives in HUMBOLDT PARK. the 38 year old works as the OWNER of THE MODERN MUFFLER and originally hails from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK. HE has been given the reputation of being CYNICAL and HOT- HEADED around town, but friends say they’re more HARDWORKING and OUTGOING. either way, I think they’re really fitting in here!

TW: adoption, TW: foster care, TW: teen pregnancy

Enzo Raymond Morales was born on August 28th in 1984. At least that’s what he’s been told all his life. You see, Enzo honestly had no idea if that was even his real name. He had grew up within the foster system. The thirty-seven year old was placed in the system the moment he was taken away from his birth mother’s arms. Because of this, Enzo grew up tough. He grew up in Manhattan, New York and had to learn how to fight and stay strong. He learned how to take care of himself.

The social worker named Robin who had taken care of him all his childhood, they had formed a special bond since day one, and if you tried to argue then you’d be wrong since Enzo considered Robin to be his “mother.” He wasn’t the best in school, always getting into fights and getting into trouble but Robin still stuck by him. She made sure he succeeded and even though the man didn’t get straight A’s he got some good B’s and C’s. Though he was a loner, always have been and probably always will be. Enzo kept to himself, he found that he really loved fixing things. Anything with his hands. If something was broken, then Enzo would fix it. It was a hobby that he had picked up and was quite good at it.

It was mostly cars. While fixing cars Enzo was able to get his hands dirty. He was able to get distracted. Distracted from love, but that was far from the truth. At just sixteen years old, when things were going good for a bit, he had met and fallen in love with someone named Olivia Wells. They were mad for each other, and Robin tried to advise him against it, considering they were going too fast but Enzo didn’t care. He was happy. For the first time in his life, Enzo was happy. He and Olivia were together for a few years, but at seventeen she found out she was pregnant. Enz had gotten her pregnant. Terrified and broke, he supported her with whatever she choose. They eventually broke up and Enzo slipped up again. Getting into fights, getting into trouble. However, Robin made him go straight to work. She made him fall in love with fixing cars again and getting his hands dirty. After high school, and after his situation with Olivia, it was straight to work for him. Enzo went to work in a shop fixing up cars and bikes and any other motor vehicle. He loved it honestly, and it paid enough for him to save up but not just enough to rent his own place so he would always crash at Robin’s.

However, Enzo took up a second job which was bar tending and he thoroughly enjoyed it. That finally did it and Enzo put his first down payment on a place in Brooklyn, New York. Though nights were lonely and he filled that loneliness with different girls throughout the week, women he’s flirted with at the bar he was working at. No one ever really stuck. That was until he had met one girl, one girl whom he tried so hard not to fall in love with. They were usually one night stands with the women he’s slept with throughout the years and throughout his time in Brooklyn, but this women? No. She was it for him and he knew it and it terrified him. He was ready to propose and though before he could pop the question, the women disappeared.

Enzo was devastated honestly and he realized that he wasn’t cut out to be committed or tied down to just one person. So, in order to clear his mind the man took a vacation for first time in his life. For some reason that spot was Chicago and Enzo found Chicago and has never left. Chicago soon became home. Still a loaner, the man opened up his own sop called Owner of the Modern Muffler, and continues to bar tend on the side in town. Enzo has been here for five years. He still keeps in touch with Robin, and is forever grateful for her and her husband Chip who has helped him along the way. He has no interest in finding out about his biological parents.

[chaosxkids]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find dalton rhodes, the 25 year old mechanic at Romano's originally from cardinal hill, wa. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're charming and blunt, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― archie renaux, pansexual, cis man, and he/him.

ㅤೀ    - a quick look into current playlist :: lalali by seventeen ; beautiful liar by monsta x ; greedy by tate mcrae ; morally gray by april jae ; war by keshi ; let the world burn by chris grey ;watch it by the boyz ; guilty by taemin ; overdrive by i.m. ; annihilate by metro boomin swae lee lil wayne offset ; villain by neoni ; enemy by imagine dragons ; drinking with cupid by voila.

ㅤೀ    - as described by others :: morning black coffee & sugar everyday; always having to be the loudest voice in the room even if nothing to say; vulnerability hidden beneath layers of confidence and steel; sarcasm was always your best friend; fiercely loyal until trust is broken; admirable work ethic & discipline but still knows how to have fun, good taste in music.

STATS

NAME : dalton rhodes

NICKNAME : n/a

AGE : twenty-five

GENDER IDENTITY : cis man (he/him pronouns)

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : pansexual pan romantic

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english

OCCUPATION : mechanic at Romano's

POSITIVE TRAITS : charming, flirtatious, intelligent

NEGATIVE TRAITS : hot-headed, sarcastic, blunt

FACECLAIM : archie renaux

PETS : n/a

CONNECTIONS : are here

BIO ;; (parental abuse, bruising, & neglect mention tw)

born as an only child, dalton looked liked he practically coasted by in life but it was all fabricated. his parents where highschool sweethearts between a two people, both humans (though one would turn out to be descendants of witches in secret). it was said the two were so excited to be expecting, but it wouldn't come to be. the pregnancy was hard after a grueling 16 hours in labor, a baby boy was born. dalton's mother was weak in health but she cared so much for him while his father dotted on him but inside something was brewing.

when dalton turned 5, his mother passed away and things were never the same. it was said the warmness of the household was replaced by coldness. laughs were replaces by loud raised voices. dalton's father blamed him for being born and making his mother weak in the aftermath. "if you hadn't been born, she'll still be alive" was one of the many phases thrown at his face everyday from then on. people around town new of dalton's father as a wealthy banker with a nasty personality, especially when he drank (everyday after work or all day when off) but no one knew what a monster he was behind closed doors at home. until dalton turned 13, the boy was quiet. teacher talked about what a smart child he was, always getting good grades but timid. these same teacher though, would stay quiet though when he arrived to school with bruises on him as they knew that with a wealthy father, money can buy many things. then he stopped coming to school. his father and him left town, something about a distant family member needing care but it was lie.

things had changed. dalton's anger couldn't be contained anymore and he fought back, which manifested in his magic. his father couldn't believe it, seeing his son's minor bruises and scratches healing and he got more angry. he locked his son away in the house and hired someone to find out what was the meaning. it became known his mother came from a family of witches and that it had skipped a few generation before manifesting in his son. he in turned wanted to see how strong witches are and dalton was the perfect way to see.

then one day, dalton showed up back in town at just 18 years old. to though who cared, he told them his father got sick then passed away, leaving him with a trust and returned to his mother's home. he got a job working as a car mechanic at romano's and lives in a trailer by himself. some say there is something about his appearance that seems magical but they chalk it up to be good looking.

Daze at work is basically the class clown, always joking around but knew when it was time to be serious when it came to a client's car. he is very laidback and easily talks to anyone. has an aura around him that others find themselves sharing alot to him. is your resident gym bro, cant stress it enough how much he loves to workout and jumps at the chance to always ask others if they want to ever join him for a gym session. is a mega flirt and a true charmer, whether he is doing it intentionally or not so has dated around the town. dalton though can't keep his mouth shut and will blatantly tell you how it is, even if your feelings get hurt.

when it comes to magic has an affinity for healing and protective spells. always working to improving his magic and learning more about witches when he can.

[winslet-navarro]

BASICS:

full name: winslet eversley nickname(s): win, winnie birthday: november 16th, 1992 age: thirty one gender: cis-female sexuality: heterosexual occupation: owner of exotic elegance & stripper at bare necessities education: high school diploma location: midtown

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

hair colour: dark brown eye colour: dark brown height: 5 foot 6 inches tattoos/piercings: ‘noah’ tattooed on her left wrist, both earlobes pieced, belly button piercing  scars: c-section birthmarks: N/A

HISTORY:

TW: domestic abuse, sex work Born the second eldest daughter and fourth child overall to a shameless drunk who spent more time on a bar stool than at home looking after his family. The Navarro patriarch just won’t die and for that, Winslet will be forever annoyed. The Navarro Matriarch was useless and liked her illicit substances more than she liked spending time with the children she created. For as long as she can remember, Winnie and her siblings have been alone in the world. Winnie will still speak somewhat fondly of her childhood because she had her brothers and sisters to lean on. Sure, they practically had to raise themselves but at least they had each other while they did it. The eldest Navarro did her best to shield the younger kids, however, with parents like Dick and Kelly they really didn’t have any change of normalcy in their lives. Winslet is a middle child and has always leaned into the middle child syndrome stereotype. She often felt forgotten. Definitely by her parents and sometimes even by her surrogate parental figure - her older sister Michaela. Due to this, she sought acceptance, attention and even love from others outside the Navarro family home. Winslet would openly date any boy who gave her a sliver of attention during high school. Often ending up in toxic and even abusive relationships. More than once, she returned home with a black eye or bruised lip only to have her older siblings and twin question who had done that to her. If she told them, they would grab the closest item that could be used as a weapon and hunt down the boy who dared raise a hand to a Navarro. Winslet would say she would do better, to not seek acceptance in the love of a boy. Yet only weeks later the cycle would start again. This went on until Winslet saw the very distinct pink lines of a pregnancy test when she was only sixteen years old. By seventeen, she’d had her son; Noah and the father was long gone. She was nothing but a warm hole for him. This was the point that she knew she would need to be better. Be a better parent to her child than the parents she had experienced. She would provide in any way she could. Her older siblings were angels in the early years of Noah’s life, helping to baby sit whenever she had to work. Winslet got a job waitressing at the Rizzo’s Diner. She was making barely enough to survive but she was doing her best. One night, older very well-dressed gentlemen had come into the diner and sat in her section. She approached with a smile and spent the next hour filling his coffee whenever it was needed. Chatting to him about his day and his work. Before she knew it, she had an offer. The arrangement was simple. Nothing sexual to start with. Winslet would accompany him on dates. Talk to him about his life and hers. Go to dinners at fancy restaurants. She would be his sugar baby. It was an arrangement that she jumped at and she quickly quit her job. This was the best way she would have the funds to provide for her son and help her family financially. This arrangement went on for several years and she truly became friends with this man. When their relationship did turn sexual, she didn’t even mind. She was attracted to him. He was a silver fox type, dressed well and was always clean. So why not. She had savings, she had financial freedom and she didn’t have to worry. When Winslet turned 23 the arrangement came to an end. By that point, Winslet had some savings but not enough to sustain the new lifestyle she now led. She jumped at the opportunity to work at the local strip club Bare Necessities. She knew what she looked like. She knew she was desirable and she used these factors as a way to manipulate men to her whim. Soon she was raking in the money again. It’s been several years since. Now, she’s a business owner having purchased the local sex shop Exotic Elegance with the savings she had managed to make. She still secretly works at the strip club a new nights a week, keeping this factor away from her family and her son

[enzo-morlaes]

( clayton cardenas, cis male, he & him ) — is that really enzo morales? i thought so, since i heard loose control by teddy swims blasting just now. well, welcome to cole, wyoming! what brings you here as a 38 year-old? a job as a owner at go green auto services? wonderful. we’re glad to have you. talk around town is you can be a little stubborn, but i myself believe you’re more kindhearted… but is it true that you got a girl pregnant at fifteen & grew up within the foster system and made yourself a life from scratch? wild. well, i’ll let you get back to it!

tw: adoption, tw: teen pregnancy, tw: foster system

Enzo Raymond Morales was born on April 26th in 1984. At least that’s what he’s been told all his life. You see, Enzo honestly had no idea if that was even his real name. He had grew up within the foster system. The thirty-eight year old was placed in the system the moment he was taken away from his birth mother’s arms. Because of this, Enzo grew up tough. He grew up in Manhattan, New York and had to learn how to fight and stay strong. He learned how to take care of himself.

The social worker named Robin who had taken care of him all his childhood, they had formed a special bond since day one, and if you tried to argue then you’d be wrong since Enzo considered Robin to be his “mother.” He wasn’t the best in school, always getting into fights and getting into trouble but Robin still stuck by him. She made sure he succeeded and even though the man didn’t get straight A’s he got some good B’s and C’s. Though he was a loner, always have been and probably always will be. As Enzo kept to himself, he found that he really loved fixing things. Anything with his hands. If something was broken, then Enzo would fix it. It was a hobby that he had picked up and was quite good at it.

It was mostly cars. While fixing cars Enzo was able to get his hands dirty. He was able to get distracted. Distracted from love, but that was far from the truth. At just sixteen years old, when things were going good for a bit, he had met and fallen in love with someone named Olivia Wells. They were mad for each other, and Robin tried to advise him against it, considering they were going too fast but Enzo didn’t care. He was happy. For the first time in his life, Enzo was happy. He and Olivia were together for a few years, but at seventeen she found out she was pregnant. Enz had gotten her pregnant. Terrified and broke, he supported her with whatever she chose. They eventually decided to break up and Enzo slipped up again. Not knowing that she gave their child up for adoption. Getting into fights, getting into trouble once more was a bad habit he had resurfaced. However, Robin made him go straight to work. She made him fall in love with fixing cars again and getting his hands dirty. After high school, and after his situation with Olivia, it was straight to work for him. Enzo went to work in a shop fixing up cars and bikes and any other motor vehicle. He loved it honestly, and it paid enough for him to save up but not just enough to rent his own place so he would always crash at Robin’s.

However, Enzo took up a second job which was bar tending and he thoroughly enjoyed it. That finally did it and Enzo put his first down payment on a place in Brooklyn, New York. Though nights were lonely and he filled that loneliness with different girls throughout the week, women he’s flirted with at the bar he was working at. No one ever really stuck. That was until he had met one girl, one girl whom he tried so hard not to fall in love with. They were usually one night stands with the women he’s slept with throughout the years and throughout his time in Brooklyn, but this women? No. She was it for him and he knew it and it terrified him. He was ready to propose and though before he could pop the question, the women disappeared.

Enzo was devastated honestly and he realized that he wasn’t cut out to be committed or tied down to just one person. So, in order to clear his mind the man took a vacation for first time in his life. For some reason that spot was Wyoming and Enzo found Cole and the man has never left. Cole soon became home. Still a loaner, the man opened up his own sop called Go Green Auto Services, and continues to bar tend on the side in town. Enzo has been here for five years. He still keeps in touch with Robin, and is forever grateful for her and her husband Chip who has helped him along the way. He has no interest in finding out about his biological parents or the two women who have broken his heart.

[bhsiwoo]

heylo again! this is xydo (juyeon's mun) bringing you my second muse and oldest son, jeong siwoo, the owner of eternity. he's a bit more on the tragic side of my muse spectrum but i hope you love him as much as i do! read under cut for more info and hit the like button if you'd be keen to interact!

dossier / bio / plot / moodboard

BASICS !

jeong siwoo, thirty years old, a widow of three years now and the famous owner of eternity.

he is someone who knows and is well aware of his growing entrepreneurship and wealth amongst society. needless to say, he doesn't fear the main three house but that doesn't mean he wants to fuck around with them. he draws a professional line with the three houses (or basically anyone per say) and does not have any interpersonal relationships with anyone from those household, mainly because it saves him the headache of any unwarranted drama. he does however enjoy tea ceremonies hosted by yeon and is well aware of who is behind yeon but doesn't snitch due to their mutual business relationships (siwoo enjoys teas and tea ceremonies but offers no gossips. yeon gets to host his ceremonies at eternity's private room in exchange).

tw / death. he was in an arranged marriage with his now deceased wife when they were both twenty four and twenty five respectively. despite it being arranged, they were both very much in love. his belated wife passed away just roughly two years into their marriage from being medically poisoned. she was also in her fifth month term of pregnancy.

in present time, he's being pressured to remarry so that there's an heir to inherit eternity but siwoo has no plans to remarry anyone due to his deep infatuation and remorse over his belated wife. instead, he's secretly seeking for adoption of a possible heir or to bring in a mentee whom he will name as an heir. (wanted connection!)

backgrounds on eternity: siwoo was in his late seventeen when he inherited the no name hotel from his late father, leaving him an orphan as well. the no name hotel is then revamped by seventeen year old siwoo who then renamed it to be [eternity]. it's a miracle how eternity managed to get its fame that there were rumors that siwoo had been associated to shamans, people who practice dark magic/supernatural beings, or even that he lured people to his property. others have said that when a nearby prince who had been undercover/traveling to beonhwa had fallen sick, it was whatever is going on at eternity that the royalty recuperated well. no one truly had known how eternity had got its fame especially after the change in reign, and siwoo refuses to budge when prompted or asked to comment on the rumors. what matters now is that the reservation list will always be occupied and unless you know siwoo personally, one may have to wait even over a year to be able to stay at eternity for even just a day.

INTERACTIONS !

siwoo can be found in formal events amongst the main houses, or even cultural/private events that is hosted by the orchid opera houses. he hates attending formal events but has to 'show his face' out of courtesy when required, whereas he enjoys the later since his late wife was fond of performances, particularly involving traditional korean instruments. it would be nice to write a plot where he gets called out on attending formal events where he shows his disdain as much as he hides it, or alternatively if y our muse and him would somehow always be seatmates for shows at the opera house!

honorable guests at eternity. while he owns it, it doesn't necessarily mean he's there 24/7; trusting his management and staff well for things to be in control. finding him there is a sort of an honor which your muse is bestowed? casual conversation, or even attempts of flirts (for muses above twenty seven) ensues? alternatively: he gets mistaken as a guest in his own busi and your muse thinks he's a tourist, hence an impromptu travel guide around beonhwa

someone who looks up to him and wants him to be a mentor or sort (without the naming of heir part)

down the line, a possible fling or someone he has fwb with (for muses that are 27-30), will have to work on trust and chemistry for this

alternative take, your muse having a harmless crush on him that's definitely one-sided and won't be reciprocated by siwoo if you want to sign your muse up for some angst

someone he has business-to-societal benefits with. your muse who makes an appearance with him as his plus one to boost their own name/social standing while he gets insight on the main family/things that could boost eternity's standing and profit.

someone who constantly sees him by the beach alone, wondering why he comes here so often to stare at the scenery before leaving without doing anything in particular) a rather personal angst plot which involves talks of death

someone who thinks of him as a friend? and alternatively, a take where they no longer are friends especially after his late wife passed.

maybe someone who visually resembles his wife a lot and that makes him delirious in a way? (don't particularly need to be a romance connection) but will def go for the angst route

someone from the main house that he works with for a mutual benefit relationship with between siwoo helping the house and them helping with eternity's fame and profit