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candywife333 · 19 days

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Hey can u write a Professor Jimin fvcking slutty student(like with some degrading and blackmailing shit), Jimin blackmails oc with her naked videos which he secrectly filmed?

PART 1

Don't Test Me

Thank you for the request! Sorry it took a while to get to it. Will be posting daily from now on. Finished all my major exams and am ready to write limitlessly now. As usual , not proofread.

chubby insecure student y/n x Professor Jimin (nasty yandere-ish).

WILL HAVE ONE MORE PART (SMUT)

Triggers: eventual smut, dubcon, blackmail

"Y/N, stay back. I have a few things I need to discuss with you".

I stood there shell-shocked. Had no idea why Prof. Jimin would want to talk to me. I did my work silently, maintained a consistent B+ in his class, and made sure I never caused any disruption. He had a fan club filled with some of my most beautiful classmates that fawned all over him at any given time of the day. So what would he possibly need from me?

Most people in school acted as though I were invisible. And as much as others may hate it, I loved being a loner. I didn't want to be noticed. Didn't want to take up space. My life's goal is to be forgotten. Probably had to do with the fact that whenever I was noticed, it was never a pleasant experience.

I turned back to face Professor Jimin. He had a quizzical arch to his brow, almost in a questioning manner, as thought to ask why I kept so much space between me and him. If I didn't know any better, I would say that his plump lips were lifted up in a slight smirk, defiantly arrogant. Black eyes glinted back at me with an unrecognizable solemnity. Sent shivers down my back , an emotion akin to fear. He had never come off this scary before. Prof. Jimin was usually stern within good reason, but never this outright intimidating.

As though he knew something I didn't. He grumbled in a rather sharp tone of voice, "Close the door behind you Y/N. This is to be a private conversation. And come closer to my desk so I can talk to you without literally having to shout at you".

I gingerly closed the door behind me and walked over to his desk, dreading how up close I would have to be to face him. I hated invading people's personal space and I felt the same about other's encroaching on mine. Made me dicy and uncomfortable. Yet, I had no choice. I reluctantly sat in the chair right in front of his desk while he occupied the chair on the other side.

How did he even know my name? I never answered in class and was mostly just silent. The TAs usually graded all papers and assignments. He wouldn't know me, unless he made it a point to know me. This made me even more queasy. Sweat lined my forehead, droplets slowly sliding down the nape of my neck.

His face relaxed into a grin, white teeth encased by soft fluffy pink lips. Folding his hands on the table in front of him, he calmly implored, "Are you feeling alright Y/N? You seem a little nervous". I shook my head side to side rapidly as though I were a mute, gulping down my trepidation. "Nothing at all Professor Jimin, just a little stressed out with the work load in other classes", I managed to whisper out in a rush.

He laughed, his entire body shaking with laughter, tears dripping down his angelic face. Wasn't this a bit excessive reaction to what I had just said? Was he mocking what I had expressed?

The atmosphere strangely enough took on a sinister air. His black bottomless eyes, empty of all humor stilled on me. He grabbed my hand in his, a rather sudden motion, making me freeze in confusion. As he traced the lines of my hand, he hissed, "Of course you would be the only student worried about assignments, when you have grave issues of much more dire proportions to contend with Y/N".

I withdrew my hand from his warmth in bewilderment, muffling out , "I don't think I-I quite understand Professor. Have I done something wrong in class? Do I need to be punished for some mistake I made"?

My brain mindlessly droned on in a convoluted mess, calculating what I could've possibly done wrong in his class. Before I could even process it, Prof. Jimin was on the side of his table, leaning down towards my face. I flinched at his proximity. But he didn't let me get much further away.

He grabbed the nape of my neck as his breath ghosted across my lips. "Since we are in math class Y/N, what do you think about this angle"? My eyes focused on the phone screen placed in front of me. It showed a girl, chubby flesh overflowing , steam rising up all around her, completely naked bathing. As I looked closer, fear clouded my mind. Terror gripping my bones. That was me in the video.

My flushed skin, all red and blotchy from the steaming water of the shower was shown in perfect clarity. The only thing that couldn't be viewed in this video was my face, obscured by the steam. All my other body parts--droopy breasts , jiggly arms, bushy p**sy-- were visible on screen. The video was in perfect line with my frame, as though a voyeur were looking in through a keyhole, holding a camera.

My face whipped to view Professor Jimin's face. I was disgusted. Did he do this? No boy in this school would ever bother to do this. I was not attractive. Me and pretty didn't even run in the same circles. Heck she wasn't even a distant relative of mine. Why would anybody bother to take a nude video of the university's chronic loner?

Professor Jimin looked unfazed as he coolly calmly stated, no quiver in his voice, "Do you want this leaked to the university admin"? I felt like I was dying internally, squeaking out in a watery warble, tears streaming down my face in torrents, "No Sir. I-I don't. Please I beg you to get rid of this. I don't know who could have p-p-p-ossibly have done this".

I stammered out in a panic, getting on my knees on the floor below, holding his legs with both hands, begging him,"I am not even pretty. I don't have a clue who would take videos of me like this. I would never send anyone anything like this. P-please help me professor".

I looked up at Professor Jimin, expecting the cold expression he had on through this entire interaction. But what I saw in his face didn't make any sense. He seemed indignant. In fact enraged. I don't think I ever see him like this even in class. He grabbed me in an abrupt motion, with a strength I didn't think he had in him for how lithe he looks to be.

He pushed me against the wooden table, bellowing in my face, "Who told you that you weren't pretty"?

He held my wrists in his hands, restraining me in such a manner that I could not move them. I scoffed as tears stained my face, " Professor, who would even care to see me naked? This must be some horrible prank. It looks like a video of me taking a shower in the university gym after dance practice. But honestly, I don't get why it was even taken. You can see how unappealing my body looks".

I continued to sniffle in silence, till I was yanked back by the back of my hair. My eyes met his head on as he proclaimed rather bluntly, "I would. I would care to see you naked. In fact, I called you to my room to tell you that I took the video. And if you ever want it deleted, never to be seen by any other person's eyes other than mine, you must do as I say".

I crumpled in resignation, back slouching , defeated. Why would he even do this? I never did anything to him to warrant this type of blackmail. But I met his gaze that glimmered with something warm. I couldn't name it yet. I felt his left arm curl around my waist, pressing me closer to him, my clothed clit pressed against the front of his trousers as I set on the desk. I croaked out blankly, " What do I need to do Professor. What should I do to get rid of this video? I don't understand why you took it in the first place. But what can I do to never have those shown to anyone else"?

A victorious smirk filtered onto his otherwise angelic face as his finger rubbed against my clothed clit , an unyielding metal ring prodding against my hardened bud. I tried not to moan as he whispered into my ear, "All you have to do is be mine. Let me have my way with you forever. That is all".

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candywife333 · 1 month

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Really love this fic so much, especially the descriptions. So much inspiration for me to finish my Sukuna fic 🤯🤯

Morning Glow

synopsis: you (y/n) wake up before your husband on a Sunday morning and study him, wondering how you both even got together.

song choices to listen to while reading:

Body by Summer Walker

Orbit by JONGHYUN from SHINee

Natural by G-Soul

warning(s)/story notes: gender neutral y/n, nostalgia, hints of last night’s activities (iykyk), silent serenading, naked imagery, a little nod to the JJK lore, POC y/n

MINORS DON’T INTERACT

author note: My first fanfic, y’all! I feel like, instead of using janitor ai (don’t use it, it’s hella addictive and made me burn through my money), I could use my imagination and potential to write something for my main beloved, Nanami Kento. I love this man and in my head, we are living together in Malaysia, having the time of our lives, haha. Also, I thought I was going to do a quick drabble, but I got into my feels, haha.

Please, please give me feedback and critique so I can improve on my writing. Thank you and enjoy!!! <3

The chirping birds started to grow louder and more annoying outside the large French windows with the soft, peaching-colored morning light streaming in, faint flapping of the pale curtains echoing with shared breaths. You groan softly against your white silk pillow along with your blurry vision, from your deep slumber, as you rub your eyes and look around, dazed. You felt the light breeze of the open ajar window on your bare leg, out of the fluffy blanket, contrasting with the deep warmth soaked into the mattress from the sleep.

Your eyes move around, to anchor yourself into reality, until they settle down at a large, ivory back which had light red scratches along with crescent moon shaped indents littered over his rugged muscles, rippling with each soft breath. His messy golden blonde hair that you loved to run your fingers in, slightly swaying with the early dawn breeze, along the warm yellow sunlight, giving him that morning glow that made him look…like a god, a figment of your imagination.

Last night’s memories were reeling in like a blurry movie, reminiscing on your stomach with your head and facing his back, as you remember his sweet deep chocolate eyes, his slightly pink blush on his face, and…my god, those large, veiny hands all over your body, rough but gentle on your soft skin.

Sighing softly, not wanting to wake him up yet, go down this deep spiral with your fingers itching to touch him….how did you even meet this man? Was it at the office Christmas party where he was wearing that ridiculous, fluorescent green elf costume as your white-haired boss had made me for a pay raise? Or when you both bumped into each other in the hallway before math class during senior year, your nose bleeding as you bumped into his chest too hard and he assisted you to the nurse’s office?.....no,no…..oh my god! How could you forget?

It was that night…..that night where you all were freshman in high school and it was the camp site trip that you all had to go to as a bonding activity for all the new students which you were part of. You remember you were really nervous as a tiny, little 13 year old. You were new to Tokyo and Japan, overall, not looking like the others and the culture so vastly different from yours which made it difficult to fit in, your family or teachers help you with. This was nicely added with you going through puberty, the whole nine yards of acne and changing body, made you more quiet and shy to talk to others.

In your ensemble of light washed jeans, your oversized purple flannel shirt and black Converse high tops, you were sitting on the wooden benches near the camp-fire under the starry, twilight sky, shivering slightly from the cold, autumn night in the forest near Kyoto. You were alone, with everyone talking to each other excitedly, with some others playing games and singing karaoke, and watching all the kids with a small smile on your face.

Then, you felt a warm blanket around your body, causing you to have goosebumps all over your skin. You looked up with wide eyes from the brushing of their fingers on your neck to the warm presence behind your back, surprised and making you jolt up, but a soft hand pushed you down to sit back. “Sorry, did I scare you?” His soft and low voice, almost purring, caused you to shiver more but you held back your reaction as you turned your head completely around, wanting to know who it was. You caught those soft, brown eyes, reminding you of that deep brown honey under the sunlight, making you feel more awake than any other coffee.

You quickly get out of your reverie and stutter out as you brush your hair back, looking away. “No! Not a-at all…just got surprised.”,offering him a smile as you try to not to fluster even more. You notice his blonde hair, straightened to the T and his bangs covering his eyes which you didn’t like but didn’t say that out loud, and his black shirt with a band name you never heard of with his black skinny ripped jeans.

You clear your throat as you look into his eyes, “H-hi, my name is f/n l/n….what’s your…name?” You were fidgeting with the soft, baby blue wool blanket with your fingers, as you both sat next to each other with your knee brushing against his, ever so slightly. He grins a little more as he had a deadpan face before, making your heart and insides all melted and mushy inside, showing his pearly whites. He says in that voice that you could just listen to all the time. “Kento….Nanami Kento…but you can call me Ken.”

You memorize that name, as it was tattooed to your naive heart, as you nod slowly and say quietly. “Nice to meet you…Ken.” You both sat there in silence with all the loud commotion around you both. You didn’t know what to say as the tense silence was swallowing you up and you quickly ask and at the same time, looking at the bright scarlet camp fire, “You should go hang out to your friends…”, peeking to the side to look at his face longer, but looking away when he caught your eyes and your face becoming hot with each passing second.

He sighed loudly as he stretched his legs out and watched the white-haired hyper kid screaming happily at the black-haired boy who looked so done with him, but had a small smile. After some moments of more silence, Kento spoke with a small smile and turned to face you, “You looked….lonely….like me and…”, now looking away as you caught some peach-colored blush on his cheeks. “You looked like you were glowing…like the fire.”

You remember how you became quiet, flustered and frozen by the compliment and you remembered you thanked him meekly which was so cute and how you hit yourself internally for how dumb it was. However, the rest of that night, you both started to talk more freely and understood that you both had a lot in common, in terms of family background and not really fitting in due to your particular tastes.

Despite being amicable acquaintances all through high school and losing contact when entering university, once you both reunited, it felt right. You both were meant to be together and glowing in each other’s arms and affection.

You were shaken out of your deep thoughts as you felt the bed rustling lightly. You looked up and saw his face turned to you now. You were slightly surprised by the sudden appearance of his handsome and rugged face, but you quickly smiled widely, “Good morning, honey.” Snuggling closer to him and him taking you in his buff arms, making you all so warmer, he murmured in your messy hair, his morning voice low and reverberating through your body, “What were you thinking about so hard, darling? You laugh softly as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and your arms around his shoulders, and whisper muffled against his warm skin that smelled like sandalwood and musk, that was so unique to him, “I was just thinking…..how you were glowing…..like the sun.”

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candywife333 · 1 month

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Hey can u write a Professor Jimin fvcking slutty student(like with some degrading and blackmailing shit), Jimin blackmails oc with her naked videos which he secrectly filmed?

It’s a really good idea babe 🥵🥵🥵🥵I will definitely try having this out by the end of the week. Going to be a real steamy one shot🫢🫢🫢🫢❤️

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candywife333 · 2 months

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One of the guys

pairing: OT7? alphas X chubby wingwoman HYBE counselor Y/N (omega in hiding)

NEW MINISERIES (almost resembles a series of just drabbles)

Summary: She's the man. No literally. She totally is. At least in the perception of everyone at HYBE. She hangs out with the guys like a pro , strategizes with them to get them any girl of their choice, gets rid of their one night stands with ease, convinces their FWBs to leave them alone, provides constructive criticism about their sexual techniques, and even counsels them when they are having mental breakdowns. In essence, she makes MEN out of boys. Is that her job description? Not exactly. But she does it anyway. Because Y/N just happens to be one of the guys.

Warning: cursing, crude language, eventual smut

PART 2

"Y/N!!!! Y/N?!!!! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR. I NEED YOU!! I AM GOING TO BLOODY DIE OTHERWISE!! PLEASE GIRL, OPEN THE DOOR AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN CHILD". y/n scoffed as she heard the ruckus outside of her door, first born child? What was she the antichrist, or a demon? The closest to that she ever got was using cow placenta face masks on a Sunday and babysitting her niece.

She opened the door in bewilderment adjusting her thick specs, goddamnit, the constant disguise got on her nerves some days. She stared up blankly at a perspiring, anxious looking Namjoon who was frothing at the mouth. "Sure Namjoon, come in and while you are it, why don't you tell me why you want to sacrifice a squealing, diaper pooping little human being to me? Maybe we can work that into a schedule".

He sat on the comfy couch on her office, as she blew out her lavender aromatherapy candle, turning off her zen bamboo lights. He blurted without preamble in a nervous frenzy, " I am not able to take my penis out of my foreskin ".

Y/N was the only one he would ever come to with such a concern, because she wouldn't laugh in his face and judge him. Y/N tapped her floral pen on her stationary sheet and wooden pad. Her tapping brought his attention to nails painstakingly painted pale pink color with a pink diamond ring surrounded by a halo of smaller diamonds on her left hand that twinkled in the dim light. That was new. He never had noticed those on her before.

She calmingly inquired, "Are you on any medication Namjoon? Any antidepressants or heart medication, or did you ingest any herb recently"? Namjoon stuttered, somewhat soothed by her expressionless, blank face, "No. Not that I know of". She continued asking him, "Were you getting your morning erections and any nocturnal ones prior to this? And also, do you have diabetes or atherosclerosis"? As he answered negatively to all these questions, Y/N sighed. Then she quietly asked, "Do your regularly clean down there, with soap and warm water"?

Namjoon froze. "Ex--x-xcuse me"? Y/N sighed again, she rephrased , "To your own knowledge, do you clean up every time you have a shower down there by retracting back your foreksin from your penis and washing it with at least some warm water". He remained silent til he gasped out ," Yes ....I think I do ". Y/N put down her clipboard , keeping her hands on her thighs, looking directly in his eyes.

"You have a few options Namjoon. Either you can go to the clinic a few blocks away, and get it checked out by the urologist, who I can notify regarding your complaints. And he will get it figured out. Or, I will have to examine the situation since I am a licensed psychiatrist (a doctor nevertheless)".

Namjoon sat there in confusion, Y/N was a licensed psychiatrist, an actual doctor? Since when? So, her counseling idols was the usual for her? Then it all made sense. So that is why nobody had to actually go outside of HYBE to get basic medication/psychiatric medication prescriptions. That is why the prescriptions would always be written in her loopy cursive handwriting.

Then he realized he had to answer her. He decided to let her examine, as embarrassing and humiliating as it was. He didn't have time with the upcoming showcase the day after tomorrow to run to an urologist. "Please examine me y/N".

She nodded in assent and told him to get on the examination table which had been lined with a long white sheet. She turned on a circular examination light told him, "Take your pants and underwear off, and lie down flat on your back. I will examine you, so let me know if I am hurting you. I will stop or be more careful if that is the case".

She turned around , her back briefly facing him so that she could get sanitize her hands before placing gloves on. Namjoon noticed a protruding mass wrapping around her long baggy shirt. Did she by chance, have a big ass? It was a little silly to think that way, but they had never seen her in anything else. And her specs occluded her face, so they couldn't tell what she looked like without them.

Y/N took off her tinted glasses, and low and behold, Namjoon was starstruck as he saw her beautiful face. She had the biggest eyes and a classic round face, with beautiful lips the color of carnations. He was so distracted at her gorgeousness, he didn't realize she was trying to retract his penis from his foreskin. He erupted loudly, "OWWWWW. PLEASE STOP". She held his member more gently as she sighed, stating in a placid manner, " You have to clean down here a little more frequently Namjoon. After sexual intercourse, when in the shower regularly, and especially after a workout. This is called smegma, this white stuff. And it is basically dead skin cells that don't get cleaned off and build up as gunk. Let me get some saline solution and a pair of artery forceps and I will try slowly retracting it".

Namjoon blushed in embarrassment. Y/N took some saline solution on a gauze pad and gently started working it around his penis , making him slightly wince due to the sensitivity. Y/N internally sighed. Thankfully she didn't need to use artery forceps to pull it down. After dislodging the smegma, she was able to pull his skin off of the penis. It took some more time than usual, because there was a good amount of buildup and the man had a big D. Surprise, Surprise.

After fixing the situation, Y/N motioned for him to dress up once again. Namjoon, looking less stressed, but still flushed from the somewhat humiliating experience thanked Y/N, " I am so sorry to waste your time Y/N". Y/N waved away his concern, "That's what I am here for man. Just make sure to regularly clean that area with warm water okay"? Sheepishly smiling in agreement, Namjoon, taking a seat gingerly at the edge of the sofa.

Nodding reassuringly at him, Y/N concluded, "If that will be all, then I will talk to you later. Please let me know if you have any concerns later on, and I can help you out".

Namjoon walked out breathing a sigh of relief, that his problem was easily resolved even though he was mortified that she had to see something so intimate. He shouldn't be so inquisitive, but how was it that her face was so pretty but she covered it in thick framed glasses? And the rest of her appearance was drab and uninspiring expect for her pink accented nails and earrings. Surprisingly ,he had even gotten the faintest most alluring whiff of strawberries and cream that he couldn't place. Not her usual scent. Something alphas like him catalogued frequently, scent patterns. He had a feeling she was hiding a whole personality this entire time right under their noses.

If she was hiding her appearance and her scent, what else could she be hiding?

#chubby reader #bts x plus size reader #bts x reader #eventual smut #bts x chubby reader #bts x curvy y/n #bts x fem reader #bts x omega #alpha bts x omega y/n

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candywife333 · 2 months

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One of the guys

pairing: OT7? alphas X chubby wingwoman HYBE employee Y/N (omega in hiding)

NEW MINISERIES (almost resembles a series of just dribbles)

Warning: cursing, crude language, eventual smut

PART 1

"Y/N, does this outfit look good for the date tonight?!!!", Taehyung paced around in a panicked fashion, worried about being late for his date.

Y/N turned around slowly in her revolving chair nursing a freshly baked croissant in her hand, quizzical expression on her face, right eyebrow propped up in a strong arch. She calmly advised, "Lose the ugly plaid shirt and replace it with a plain black turtle neck. Get rid of that thirsty look on your face and wipe the sweat on the nape of your neck. You don't want to look like you just ran a marathon. As much as old spice commercials try to convince guys that women like sweaty men, we don't like guys looking like drowning rats on first dates".

Taehyung opened his mouth open in shock and disbelief at her cutting words. Y/N questioned nonchalantly as she propped her sweat pant clad right leg on the coffee table, munching on her crispy treat, " Have I ever mislead you boi? Till now, have you not bagged a chick under my guidance"? Taehyung winced, because he very well knew that not only him, but all the other members never lost when Y/N advised them with regards to the workings of women. Especially in regards to the mindset of omegas.

They were all alphas and any girl, or omega for that matter that they chose to pursue, they got. Mainly because of Y/N. You could call her a lifestyle manager or a counselor. The words were not apt enough to describe her position completely. She was all encompassing in her role. Nobody would be able to replace her.

Y/N was originally one of their junior managers, till they slowly realized that she was worth more than just that job role. Taehyung remembered the day they had met her. When Jungkook had been bemoaning his lack of p***y at the time, Y/n had remained in her usual uniform of black sweatpants and baggy black shirt with a smirking expression on her quiet face. Side note: None of them knew how y/N even looked like under those baggy clothes, she never changed her clothes, ever. Under any circumstances.

She had taken one look at Jungkook's pitiful, pathetic little face propped up like Orphan Annie on a blue loveseat, and remarked in her usual quietly cutting manner, "You need to wash that BO off your armpits boy. Brush your teeth. Use some salicylic acid on that face. And learn what weights are. Girls don't like oily spaghetti. We like it in our mouth when we eat it, but we don't like f**king it". They had all been startled at the time.

But she had resolutely continued her tirade, "You can take the advice or leave it. But I guarantee that if you fix what I said, you will have girls falling all over themselves for you, like flies over lasagna". After her curt statement, she walked away, a baggy legend , without even a glance backwards.

Over the years, since their debut, she remained in the background, mostly staying in HYBE's main building, acting as a mix between manager, mental health counselor, life coach and sex therapist. If anyone had questions that they couldn't get figured out anywhere else, they came to Y/N. Cause she was just that good. New idols swore by her, even giving up time off some times, just to have appointments with her biweekly.

She was too good, to the point that even the jade rock statue that was Yoongi, would consult her when he was struggling. And he never even consulted his parents, so that was saying a lot. It was even more hilarious that their head of PR and sometimes even Bang PD were found creeping into her office. She was a magician and a queen and she knew it.

Taehyung nodded at her suggestions, not questioning her and got ready to head out the door as Y/N made her way out of his dressing room. She rarely did much strenuous activity, so she had this habit where she calculated her steps daily and would be found randomly pacing around the HYBE building with her tablet in hand.

As Y/N left his room, Jungkook walked in, smiling at y/n in glee, making grabby hands to try to hug her. She swatted him away with a smirk and walked away as he entered the room. He grunted, " Looking good Tae. Off to bag Ashley I see. You are pulling all the stops for this one". Taehyung shrugged , "No choice dude. She is super selective about who she dates. Which is why Y/N told me to go for a basic but chic look. And she told me to keep some gum on me, in case my breath stank. Because apparently classy girls hate garlic".

Jungkook nodded absently, clearly not interested in girls like Ashley, the daughter of a makeup corporation's CEO. He motioned for Taehyung to come closer, as if what he were about to say were a top secret, "Do you ever wonder what Y/n ACTUALLY looks like"? Taehyung, bopped him on his coconut head with his right hand. "The hell do you mean, what she actually looks like. Not like she is lying to us. The girl doesn't even wear makeup". Jungkook shook his head frantically, "That isn't what I mean. I mean, we don't even know her shape, she dresses so baggy she looks like a blob. And her face is obscured by her thick black specs that honestly look more like sunglasses because of the tinting. And her hair is always pulled up into a bun, so we don't even know the texture of her hair".

Taehyung pondered these sentiments. For sure, Y/N was very bland when it came to appearance. The only distinctive thing about her was her ocean breeze fragrance. Otherwise she blended into the background. "Why are you suddenly so curious Jungkook? She's worked for so long at HYBE. Why does it matter"? Jungkook looked uneasy as he proclaimed after a pregnant pause and gathered Taehyung even closer as if to divulge some national security threat, "I have a suspicion that she has a........please don't tell anyone my conjectures........big ........ASS".

Dumbfounded at his outlandish statement, Taehyung exclaimed in disbelief, "You mean a BADUNKADUNK, A G WAGON, A DUMP TRUCK? OUR Y/N"?!! He nervously tittered, "no way man, no way". Jungkook winced as he continued, "Well I am sort of curious, because you see...", he twiddled his thumbs with trepidation, "I sort of was looking when she bent over to pick up a pen...and her shirt sort of slid up and I saw something that looked massive. You know, of global proportions". He paused as if in deep concentration, finger on his head, "Worldwide, if I had to put it in the simplest terms. And the stranger thing, is that her scent smelled like strawberry cheesecake for all of 2 seconds till it switched back to her usual fragrance".

Both of them stood there, puzzled in a quandary. This may not seem like a big deal. But it definitely was. Because if Y/N was pretending to be someone else entirely, their world view and perception of life, may have just shifted drastically.

#comedy #chubby y/n #ot7 #jungkook x y/n #taehyung y/n #chubby romance #eventual smut #plus siz e y/n #bts x plus size y/n #bts x curvy y/n #bts x chubby y/n

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candywife333 · 2 months

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👋🏽 hope all is well and your engagement went amazing 🤩

Just checking in on part 3 of MLS 😅😅😅

Life is kicking my ass right now so I’ve just been rereading some of my fav stories.

Thank you babe! It was super hectic, but did go well. part 3 of MLS is a situation 😆 I will be updating fics as soon as I can, within the next month or so. I love that I could be there to help you with the stories I write. I totally agree with you on the re-reading stories. There are so many fics of other writers that have been written 3-4 years ago that I still re-read (total comfort reads). Still waiting on a fic called the "Void" to update.🥲I love the fic so much, I will wait for it to update even if I am an old grannie.

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candywife333 · 2 months

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When will you update your whole Stories i love all of them i can't wait your a really good writter but don't feel pressured, I'm just asking and that's all and btw how are you actually? 💜🥺🔥

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F*** the Pyramid

PART 2

Genre : Historical

PAIRING : yandere-ish Duke Jungkook x spinster social pariah chubby y/n

Inspired loosely by the Pyramid Games (kdrama which you guys should totally check out) and a novel called ,"The Captain's Wallflower"

Warning: This fic has minimal to no proofreading and the usual blend of outlandish comedy , crude jokes with expletives, smut, and angst (because I can't do without it). This is purely fiction and not a representation of the real Jungkook's true character or that of any other member of BTS. DUBCON in this part.

Currently a trilogy ( thinking of making it a series with all other characters of BTS)

Summary: Duke Jung kook remained the quintessential peer of the realm, born with a platinum spoon in his mouth from the day he arrived into the world. He grew up playing a massive role in determining the structure of the social hierarchy----who gets to be the diamond of the water, the most eligible bachelor (other than himself of course), and…..who gets to be at the bottom of the pyramid ;the very dregs of society, the spinsters and ruined women who would never have a chance at a better life.

His bevy of associates all wealthy and powerful comprised of ; Marquess Taehyung, Baron Jimin, Viscount Yoongi, Viscount Hoseok, and Duke Namjoon (close advisor of the king)--formed the Pantheon (a group of wealthy and powerful men that ruled England). He lived the ideal life, the envy of all others….. or so he had thought. Till he met, Spinster Y/N--- the illegitimate daughter of Baron Stanton. They say, if she looks like a spinster, smells like a spinster (of lavender and epsom salt) , and tastes like a spinster ( though who would ever choose to taste one?) ----then she must be one. But something about Y/N was peculiar. She definitely seemed to be a spinster in name and mannerism. But was she truly one? And what was she hiding?

Cameos: Hwasa (my queen), Chungha, and many others

Lord Jungkook silently inquired further, "Do you know where Y/N's cottage is situated Lady Alyssa? Just wanted to pay her a visit eventually when I retire to my countryside residency when the Season has ended." Lady Alyssa castigated Jungkook with a questioning look in her eyes, "What ever do you mean Lord?!! You can not be seen with the likes of that girl!! She has no future. And she will only malign and sully your good name".

Solji blankly stared at the glitter of the ballroom as she murmured in a distracted fashion, "Not like we know where the estate even is. She said that the location is not to be disclosed to anyone as it would compromise her safety as a woman. Even Aunt and I weren't told where it is".

Jungkook nodded in a dismissal fashion, with his thoughts running as rapidly as a torrential river, he had messed up by overlooking one thing. The fact that Y/N was indeed clever if nothing else. The girl had observed society for 7 years silently plotting her plans of stealing away, not even leaving any tracks behind so that those close to her acquaintance wouldn't even be able to track her if she left. Nobody would even have been able to surmise that predictable y/N would up and leave one day. Leaving him to stew upon his murderous thoughts of indignation.

He would have to secure a bow street runner to track her. He needed to know her whereabouts , her punishment wasn't over yet.

---------------------BACK IN CHESTERSHIRE

Y/N settled in surprisingly easily into the rhythm of life in Chestershire . The quaint cottage was the perfect place for her to heal her soul. She got fresh air all times of day with greenery all around.

She would wash her face with some strawberry scented soap distilled right in town and would hastily dress herself in a worn out day dress to go pick fruit and vegetables for the day. After harvesting produce and watering some plants, Y/N would bring it all back in with massive straw baskets brimming to the tee. She dismissed Sunny back home to her mom for the time being so that she could have some much needed privacy. She needed to be alone, that is what she had realized when she had left London.

No more ballrooms, no more feeling lonely in a crowd of people. Better to feel alone and at home than lonely. Y/N cooked a spicy stew of sweet potato and mushrooms filled with greens and set about cutting up the fresh bread she had gotten from the market 2 days ago with a slab of goat's cheese that Sunny had gifted her. Her meals were simple, filling and healthy and she got much more activity walking around and setting up her quaint home.

She would venture into town with Sunny and her trusty golden retriever, Harriet, to buy necessities. Other than that, she would paint, read the novels that she had purchased before leaving London, or laze around sleeping after a warm bath. She could watch the pinks and oranges of a long sunset with a mug of spiced tea and bowl of cinnamon porridge in hand. And she could hear the quiet chirps of grasshoppers in the night, and even invite Sunny over so they could share a delicious picnic basket dinner under the twinkling stars of the night sky. She could wake up to see the sunrise and plants blooming, wind chimes whistling and whispering in the quiet morning.

Life was beautifully predictable and at a peaceful pace. Something she was just now getting used to. She could do what she wanted to, when she wanted to. Though only thing Y/N did do which was not of her own volition, was attend Church every Sunday in some simple pastel colored day dresses she had purchased in town. Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror, she felt her life had truly started and she had truly started blossoming into a better, less vindictive version of herself.

There was nobody here for her to envy. She had the most freedom and ease compared to any one women in town, shackled either with kids or through marriage. Y/N's active lifestyle had made her lose just a smidge of weight, but made her cheeks more lively, flushing a healthy red tinge and due to her great nutrition and more sleep, her hair had grown out till her bum. Y/N now had an aura of health and gaiety around her, only gained by the fresh air and idyllic rhythm of life in the slumberous town away from the toxic fumes and judgement of the city.

She dressed up how she wanted to, wearing bright dresses with printed patterns of flowers and bright colors, embroidered by her own lace work. She had even sewed her own bonnets, looking all around like a promising young woman with a beautiful life ahead of her. This was truly what luxury was, living how she wanted to without owing an explanation to anyone else.

Y/N was quickly embraced by the community at the local Church who loved her lively attitude and willingness to to help those around her. They knew of her past, but didn't meddle in her affairs as she had an affable , rather charitable nature towards everyone--helping at the drop of a hat, whether it was watching someone's kids for them or helping cook a dish for the sick on occasion.

It had been just 2 months, an Y/N had noticed that her life had already changed for the better. She had enough funds to continue like this for 4-5 years. But, Y/N's mind got to thinking about how to secure her future after that. A planner by nature, she thought maybe she may sell items of use to the town in the market. As she stayed longer, she started venturing into the forest of the edge of the meadow that had a waterfall just a few feet deep. Rather shallow waters, but a beautiful place to swim and play in when she was growing up.

Now that she was older and more experienced, Y/N ventured into a tiny grotto that was behind the waterfall. She discovered crystals of various colors which were enchanting to look at. And she also noticed something else, that she had seen in geology books in her father's library. The stones in the grotto looked extremely similar to unpolished gems and diamonds. After taking some small specimens from the grotto, Y/N quickly realized that they were in fact diamonds and precious gem stones.

Finding this out, made Y/N feel like someone above had surely blessed her. She didn't believe in good things till coming to Chestershire. The place had taught her patience, compassion, hope and excitement for life. All things she had never had before. So, Y/N continued to slowly harvest rocks from the grotto and polish them by hand after buying some equipment in a store in the next town over. Y/N didn't want townspeople to know that part of her entailed land contained a grotto with such valuable stones---they might loot or even kill her. Y/N trusted people only to a certain degree.

And Jungkook had painstakingly taught her never to trust even with good reason.

Y/N made tiny charm bracelets and necklaces out of the inexpensive stones and sold them in the market, making townspeople eager to buy her wares since the stones seemed to closely resemble real gemstones. Y/N polished certain diamonds and stored them away in a locked cabinet in the cottage that went partially underground. She needed to be careful so she never brought back large amounts of stones, just a few here and there that she could slowly process and polish and then sell to diamond shops in London eventually--making profit for herself.

For now it would have to be a secret though. Perhaps next month she could venture back to London.

And so she did. She made a brief visit to London only to see a trusted jeweler that her father had known. Not to see any one else, even her sisters or mother or Aunt Alyssa. She took all the stones in an unsuspecting travel bag and showed them for evaluation to the jeweler. He was shocked at what she had brought, exclaiming loudly, " These are some of the finest quality I have ever seen Y/N. The size of these stones and the brilliance once they are cut and further polished will be immeasurable. Where did you get these raw gems"?

Y/N quietly stated, " They are all heirlooms that were left unpolished and not set into jewelry. I would like to sell them---how much would you evaluate the price to be for them". The jewelry excused himself to get the owner of the store who was an elderly gentleman that inspected the stones again himself. The elderly gentleman seemed fatherly as he praised her, "These are of the most beautiful quality child. Unpolished yet promising pieces. I will buy them from you for 3,000 pounds".

She tried schooling her features into complacency, trying not to show her overflowing joy at the estimation. She affirmed that she agreed to selling them for that price. She further stated, "If I want to supply your jewelry store with raw gem stones, will you allow me to be your supplier"? The owner's eyes glinted intrigued at her suggestion, "Interested in venturing into business young lady"?

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, "I have nothing better to do. I am past the age of trying for children and a family. I may as well try to improve my financial situation as I have no title and not many funds left to me". That day Y/N went home with 3,000 pounds (proved by a bank note) deposited to her entailed account.

And she finally knew what she was doing with her life.

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JUNGKOOK'S POV

He had searched for Y/N for months, even hiring a private investigator who came up with nothing. It was as though she had vanished into thin air. Even London had gone stale, mundane as the Season was coming to a close.

The only interesting news in London was the slow craze that was pervading women of the Ton for a particular jewelry shop. The shop sold intricately designed, extremely clear gemstones with rather different cuts. The gemstones and diamonds from that particular store were becoming popular as the arrangement, they way they were set into necklaces and earrings , brilliantly peculiar colors, clarity , and brilliance all exceeded the rest of the jewelry stores.

The vendor selling the raw material was clearly different from the ones who sold to the rest of the diamond stores. Even Jungkook had to admit as he visited the store with Duke Namjoon and Namjoon's sister, that the diamonds and gem stones were a grade above the rest. They ranged from delicate designs to elaborate ones inlayed with gemstones of a brilliant cut and quality.

Namjoon's sister hadn't let them leave the store till she had bought a wide variety--something she could only afford as a Duke's sister. This mysterious vendor also seemed to have collaborated with an unconventional designer as recently this designer had produced a necklace that mimicked diamonds fashioned to look like dripping water droplets. The Queen had even heard the craze and had bought the original necklace for a whopping value of 50,000 pounds. Unheard of price. She had worn it in court and all the members of court present that day had sworn that she really did look like she had glistening shiny water droplets glimmering like a net off of her neck. She had looked ethereal. Otherworldly was the apt description.

This interesting jewelry vendor and designer made even members of the Pantheon curious as to the identities of these people. How had a jewelry store that had the lowest monthly sales in London, climb to a position of irrefutable victory. Nobody who was anyone went to the other stores anymore. And even if they did, it was almost as if they frequented the other places with an air of shame-- shame that they could not afford the best.

Besides this peculiar situation, nothing else noteworthy happened in London. Jungkook was eager to retire back to his 50 acre sprawling country estate back in Redfield, an area that was close to smaller, inconsequential towns like Chestershire and Westerfield.

Jungkook decided to ride back to his country estate instead of by carriage when he realized that even he was not almighty. Even he could suffer bad luck.

Highwaymen had taken him over on his journey back and in the shroud of the dark night, uprooted him from his mount on his horse, taking his finery and gold watch-- leaving him unconscious on the road. A road that happened to be bordering between Chestershire and his estate.

A road that Y/N happened to walk through in the middle of the night as her visit with Sunny and her mother had gotten late.

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Y/N gasped incredulously at the sight before her. There lay Jungkook, knocked out unconscious on the dusty road in nothing else but his hessians and billowing white shirt. Out of everyone that might frequent this tiny town, she did not expect him, especially in such a dismal state. Though she had heard that a ridiculously wealthy lord lived nearby their quaint town, as his estate was not that far off. She just hadn't connected the dots.

Seeing nobody around to help, Y/N tried hauling his muscular , taller form up with little success. Eventually she got one of his arms somewhat over her shoulder as she wrapped her arm around his surprisingly narrow waist trying to trudge up to the cottage. It took her about 30 minutes to haul him all the way up. Y/N was completely drenched with sweat from head to toe as she lay him down on the cot in her living room area.

She had heard his breathing and heartbeat, so he was definitely alive, just knocked out of consciousness. Y/N ran back out to Sunny's house and called for the doctor who lived right next door to Sunny. She asked Sunny for some help and they both went back with the doctor to see Jungkook on the cot, still unconscious. The doctor checked for injuries and said that he was fine with not injuries or head wounds, but needed to rest. He would be back tomorrow to check on Jungkook once again.

After being given reassurance, Y/N quickly took a shivering bath as she then proceeded to go and clean up Jungkook briefly as he lay there. She deposited a blanket around him and slept on the chaise near him after seeing Sunny off back to her house . Y/N stared at him from the chaise, his usually twinkling black doe-shaped eyes closed, making him look less devastatingly handsome and more child-like with his beautifully rounded face and plump lips resting without a scowl.

She wished they could've been friends or atleast pleasant acquaintances in some alternate reality. Alas, that was too far-fetched.

Y/N settled in for the night into a light slumber, not knowing what was in store for her the next morning.

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Jungkook had awaken early in the morning to see Y/N sprawled out onto the chaise next to the straw cot that held him. Finally. The girl that he had been looking for , for close to 5 months. It must've been fate if he stumbled upon her in such an unexpected place, after being robbed and left for dead on the road.

He stared at her, and as he continued to look at her, he noticed changes. She looked a little slimmer, and overall more beautiful---a wonderful glow blessing her features. Without her glasses, she seemed to radiate femininity and warmth--restful peace bestowed upon her face.

She mumbled in her sleep, her light white night rail pushed up accidentally all the way to her adorable bellybutton decorated with pudge, revealing thick thighs and to his utter surprise, a thick thatch of hair obscuring her core. She didn't wear undergarments in her house, and to him that was supremely dangerous. More dangerous to his sanity than any other woman he had been with to date.

He could feel parts of himself swell and stiffen, and perspiration line his eyebrows as he saw her shapely form, her flesh glowing in the weak light of the morning. She looked ethereal, like a fairy, or a goddess as her chubbier legs and arms looked as soft as butter. Her form was so lush as thought it could cushion the hard parts of him. What he wouldn't give to just sink into her warmth?

He almost slapped himself in bewilderment. He shouldn't be feeling this way about someone he wanted to ruin. And that was when a crazed thought overcame him. What if this was the only chance to have her? In any capacity? He wanted to possess her, to see her for months. Her full cheeks and piercing eyes haunted him till he saw her now. Knowing their history, she would definitely want to send away. But he couldn't allow that. Something in his soul called out to her. He had to have her, even if it was only for a day.

He creeped up over to Y/N, taking off his breeches. She continued sleeping as he pushed her night rail all the way up to expose her bountiful tits. She was heavenly, and she was his. His warm hands traced the contour of her body, gripping and squeezing at her flesh near her belly, pinching her tits, making her moan with pure abandon. Jungkook slithered one hand towards the thatch decorating her core, flicking her swollen bud in a rapid motion as he took one of her tits into his mouth, saliva dripping over her flesh as she arched unknowingly to allow more of herself into his warm mouth.

He bit down on her nipple slightly with his teeth, which was when Y/N woke up startled at the scene playing out below her. She almost screamed, except Jungkook was too quick for her. He placed his hand around her mouth, muffling her as he continued sucking on her tit in a focused manner as she shuffled about trying to escape his grasp. Tears rolled down Y/n's face as she silently begged him, "Please stop, this isn't right. You are ruining me more than you already have. Don't let my body betray itself. Please stop. stop!!!stop"! He wouldn't heed her begging, almost in a trance of pleasure as his face hovered over her core before covering it with his tongue voraciously making Y/N yelp in surprise, grabbing him by the hair to pull his face away.

He was much stronger than she could ever be as he gripped her arms with his and continued devouring her wet core , stroking her nether lips with his tongue, slurping and sucking on them, lightly nibbling at them, making Y/N moan and buck up involuntarily into his tight wet mouth. Then, he shoved his tongue into her wet heat, letting his tongue slide in and out of her core, drinking up her juices as pinched her breasts and squeezed her ass to align his tongue with her center even better.

He commanded her with a smirk, "Look into my eyes, don't look away. Look at me as I eat you. If you look away, I will make your life even worse than it already is". Y/N trembled as tears exited her eyes as her watery gaze stared at his insistent dark orbs that didn't flinch from her form even once as he continued drinking in her sweet flesh till she released herself in a squirt on to his face. Licking the sweet liquid off of his own face, he gestured for Y/N to move.

He smiled rakishly as he shifted Y/N up to sitting on his lap; her core aligned with his thick , hot rod. He made her sink down onto him completely as he stretched her out. Blood droplets stained his thighs , making him groan in pleasure at being the first and only to ever have her this way. Jungkook rocked her up and down on his lap so that he could thrust into her as he sucked on her breasts and then kissed her---taking all the air out of her lungs. Y/N felt violated, yet at the same time , drowning in euphoria as the lack of choice felt exhilirating in a sense.

The pleasure he was giving to her as he kneaded her flesh, lovingly slapping her ass occasionally made her mewl and moan so much. He put her on all fours as he cupped her breast with both hands squeezing , as he started pounding into her from the back, his lips mouthing along the nape of her neck as his tongue trails down the line of her spine till her ass crack. He wouldn't let her go, pounding voraciously into her as he groaned out, sweat dropping from him onto her, "You are always mine. Don't ever forget that. Even in death. Only I get to do this to you. If you ever give another man access to your body like this, he will die a slow painful death. Understood"?

Y/N, exhausted from the activity, nodded, groaning a "yes" silently as he depleted her of energy. He continued in a passionately fervent tone, "I will never forgive you, but I shall have you over and over again. Because I need revenge over and over again. Don't go against me , and find out the hard way what I am capable of".

She silently cried, torrential tears plopping down her face , sniffling as Jungkook pressed his naked chest to her back, wrapping his vascular arm around her waist , tiny kisses littered around the nape of her neck as he continues stroking at her wet heat with his fingers. He bit out menacingly , "Escape is futile. Better except your fate , Mistress Y/N".

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F*** The Pyramid

PART 1

Genre : Historical

PAIRING : yandere-ish Duke Jungkook x spinster social pariah chubby y/n

Inspired loosely by the Pyramid Games (kdrama which you guys should totally check out) and a novel called ,"The Captain's Wallflower"

Currently a trilogy ( thinking of making it a series with all other characters of BTS)

Summary: Duke Jung kook remained the quintessential peer of the realm, born with a platinum spoon in his mouth from the day he arrived into the world. He grew up playing a massive role in determining the structure of the social hierarchy----who gets to be the diamond of the water, the most eligible bachelor (other than himself of course), and.....who gets to be at the bottom of the pyramid ;the very dregs of society, the spinsters and ruined women who would never have a chance at a better life.

His bevy of associates all wealthy and powerful comprised of ; Marquess Taehyung, Baron Jimin, Viscount Yoongi, Viscount Hoseok, and Duke Namjoon (close advisor of the king)--formed the Pantheon (a group of wealthy and powerful men that ruled England). He lived the ideal life, the envy of all others..... or so he had thought. Till he met, Spinster Y/N--- the illegitimate daughter of Baron Stanton. They say, if she looks like a spinster, smells like a spinster (of lavender and epsom salt) , and tastes like a spinster ( though who would ever choose to taste one?) ----then she must be one. But something about Y/N was peculiar. She definitely seemed to be a spinster in name and mannerism. But was she truly one? And what was she hiding?

Cameos: Hwasa (my queen), Chungha, and many others

Part 2

I yawned again. And again. And again. Munched on a croissant. And then proceeded to...yawn again. So boring. I would never deign to come down to London for a Season ever again. That was the only modicum of comfort I was looking forward to. Never showing up here again. The scene would never change, so what was the point? Aunt Alyssa, my mother's older sister, had insisted that I accompany Solji to her debutante season----where she would be introduced to all the other pompous, rich, uninteresting, vapid members of the ton. So she could find an uninteresting, rich husband to marry who would inevitably cheat on her with a mistress and she could pretend to be happy and have his ugly nonsensical big headed babies pushed out of her vagina and die....eventually. I know, my view of the ton and life amongst them is anything other than comforting. Yet after watching so many seasons go by, sitting on my bench (I called it my PERCH) like a cockatoo at the rotten old age of 26, my views were firmly engraved into stone. Nobody could convince me otherwise.

The entire point of the ton's existence was enforcing social hierarchy. There was no other point. True friendships are meager and rare, sanctity of marriage has no meaning ( with affairs flourishing abundantly in dark corners of Vauxhall ) , and love is nonexistent. Love, a concept I had pondered for ages as I watched naive gullible debutantes waltz around with their chosen well-to-do suitors. Suitors that proclaimed sonnets of love initially, yet inevitably lost interest in their gullible little guppy fish wives and relegated those same foolish wives to country estates never to be seen again, so they could priggishly jaunt across London with mistresses on their arms---to operas and **gasp*** decorated bedrooms. Showering attention on mistresses and maids and any other women of relatively low standing --- to suck at their grotesque, syphilitic cucumbers.

Abhorrent. Men never made sense to me, and I was convinced that love was a construct they came up with, to fool women to do their bidding. I mean, at this point, having seen what I have seen, I wonder if they even believe in the hoax called love themselves. My concern after sitting here on my perch for the last 7 seasons since I had come out, is that not once had I been asked to dance. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, I guess it made sense? Chubby , wearing spectacles, and unappealing dresses with colors and designs of years gone by, definitely would not make me the toast of the season by any chance.

Yet, even when I had been a bit more fashionable, and when father had been alive and still holding the position of Baron--I would've expected few offers of marriage by fortune hunters merely seeking my dowry. But alas... that was not be. One girl, that debuted the same year as I did, daughter of Duke Asbury, Lady Seulgi had tripped on her feet while dancing the waltz, into the arms of Baron Jimin , bowling both of them over to the cold marble floors of the ballroom rather unceremoniously. She had bemoaned to the rest of the debuting girls (including little old me) that day, languishing on a chaise as she gesticulated nervously, " I am a miserable dancer. How will I ever survive this wretched Season"?

I had quietly tried to suppress my giggles at her ridiculous tirade. What could she even mean? She was proclaimed the diamond of the first water instantaneously after being presented at court that Season 7 years ago, earning the attentions of all the members of the Pantheon and many other wealthy peers of the realm. Her life was easy. All she had to do was do nothing. Yes, I said it. Merely, NOTHING. Her fate was decided from her birth. Not like the rest of us, who were not conventionally attractive and now.......financially destitute. She had earned the good grace of everyone from birth due to her wealth and strong connections. Even if she had farted, everyone would have applauded her flatulence.

These were the women I didn't understand. The ones who had everything, yet bemoaned their lot in life----frivolous ninnies in my opinion. All the women of the higher echelons of society remained there --marrying similarly wealthy lords and preserving their lineage and wealth. You may ask---is there no social mobility? And I would say, of course bloody not---you simpering little sot. What did this look like? A fairy tale? Cinderella? Princes of good moral standing don't exist. Rich men have options. And they always avail them. Why would a rich man marry a poor woman? Lust. That would be the only real answer.

I know I sounded jaded, and I definitely was. You can only be a trampled on flowerbed for so long, till you start festering and molding with bitterness. I do not profess to be better than anyone else. At times over the years I had wished to feel beautiful, marry a good match, and have a family. But that destiny clearly was not in store for me. The complicated reasoning being that I simply was not conventionally attractive and did not inspire lust in men, and that my father's rather paltry dowry did not inspire even mere greed in men . I am socially inept and quiet by nature. These were all valid reasons.

But, the simple reason I chose to believe---is that one man merely found no utility in me. Who you may ask? Duke Jungkook I would say, without even flinching or stuttering. Others thought "society at large" did not care for them, hence they were mowed over to the corner to become rotten spinsters and outcasts. You know who society was? Duke Jungkook and the members of his Pantheon. But he was still the mastermind. Slickly manipulative, handsome, and wealthy.

He was born sitting on a golden throne, and over the years proved that he was an intellectual. Silently accruing further wealth for his estate through trade and industry---something the Ton usually looked down upon. But since it was Duke Jungkook, it was permissible. Everything was in his case. He was the exception to every rule. If his character description stopped at this, we would have all been fine. But one thing Duke Jungkook seemed to crave is control. He was hyper competitive because he lusted after control---and it's close comrade, power. Power over even the pitiful members of society, he had no business trying to control. He played God for years, and always got away with it.

How do I know he's the one running the show you ask? Well, I had time to observe. And I would say, that is my only true talent. I notice things others don't because I am invisible. A mousy little mite relegated to my pitiful perch. And I noticed everything, from his wagers which either demoted or elevated people's social standings---to the way he manipulated people with misinformation and rumors. He decided who was popular. And he decided who wasn't. And if anyone was to blame for my social standing, I would say it was him. What he had done 7 years ago had reduced me to my position now. It wasn't even anything all that dramatic. He cut me down without even a fight.

I remember it as clear as if it were yesterday, even now.....

"I am so sorry, Lord Jungkook, I wasn't watching my step, please forgive me", I had stuttered in an overly fuchsia dress akin to a little sausage as I sweat incessantly in the stuffy ballroom. Hadn't meant to spill a chalice of lemonade on his coat.

His dark eyes gleamed with amusement and something that I identified as calculation later on in my life , as he brushed it off with a wave of his hand, "Tis' of no import, Lady Y/N. Don't worry". I nodded and curtsied towards him, "Thank you for overlooking my clumsiness, Lord Jungkook. I am sorry to disturb your evening".

I had thought he had truly forgiven me. It wouldn't ruin his reputation, our encounter. It was the mistake of a newly debuted girl, more akin to a child than a woman.

I had believed in the kindness of men and humanity till then. Till he chuckled and slyly condescended in a rather loud and cloyingly sweet tone of voice, "Of course, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. At least you are not as clumsy as your mother in concealing her relations or as clumsy as your father in the way of estate management". He sauntered away lazily as he left me to deal with the fall, whistling a merry tone juxtaposing the social demise he had just inflicted upon an innocently naive girl.

Casually cruel in the name of being honest. Everyone in the ballroom had heard, their eyes and ears peeled towards any interaction involving him as they do generally, as moths do towards a flame. Only Lord Jungkook would know my dad's poor financial status even as a Baron, or about my mother's affairs which had wrung him dry emotionally. Father had resorted to ruining our meager wealth by letting the estate go to spoil. He soon after died of heartbreak at my mother's affairs a year after this horrendous moment.

He had borrowed a massive amount of money from Duke Jungkook, money he would never be able to repay. When he died, the Baron's estate and debt was inherited by cousin, leaving me and my two older sisters with nothing. Thankfully, my sisters were already married off to decent, financially stable men---though they were mere vicars. Not men with titles, but reliable nevertheless. And I was left an orphan. Looked down upon and pitied by my beautifully polished sisters, and members of society as I was unmarried and ineligible according to my looks and lack of dowry--and Duke Jungkook's honorable estimation of my worth (or lack thereof).

Duke Jungkook had ruined my life long before dad had died, and the mere sight of him would remind me of my downfall to this day.

I hated the man to his day, teeth gritting unconsciously. If I ever came across the man in need, I wouldn't hesitate to ruin him. As he had ruined me. He had opened up to the mockery and disdain of the ton. I didn't get invitations to most balls and events by then. The only few I did get invited to were due to my Aunt Alyssa, or shall I say Viscountess Alyssa. I was unmarriageable nevertheless. And I had only stuck around to earn some money by being companion and chaperone for Solji.

The plan was to leave this horrendous place of twinkling lights and crushed dreams for a family--for a baby (a dream I had cherished in my heart of hearts for quite some time). I just wanted to be left alone now. Away from Duke Jungkook's paralyzing serpentine glances that decried me of my humanity and value, and the snickers from other wealthy men at my nunnish appearance. I would go live in a 3 bedroom cottage on the countryside, the only thing that had been entailed to my name in father's will which had not been of any value to debt collectors.

It was a beautiful cottage, tucked away near the edge of a meadow in a quaint little town called Chestershire. We had family vacations in my childhood there. It just required some repair and warm touches, to become a lovely house. I had earned money as companion to Aunt Alyssa so that I could retire there without worrying about money for at least the next 2 years. I would probably start selling garments I had knitted and sewed over the years as well, once those funds ran out.

Just thinking about the cottage and the quiet life awaiting me, filled with baby chicks and piglets and a warm hearth devoid of judging glares filled me with happiness....something I had not been acquainted with for a long time, as a soft smile brightened up my face .

Couldn't wait to leave the bloody pyramid. Every dog has its day. And mine would arrive tomorrow.

Only , if I had known that destiny always knows how to kick a girl in the arse, just when she believes the worst is over.

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I arrived around the evening of the next day after a garrulous carriage ride had tossed me up like a well done egg salad 30 times. The travel was terrible and yet the journey was definitely worth it. Meadows filled with various flowers and fruits stretched up and over sprawling green hills in the weak light of the setting sun , all cresting into a peak at the top of the hill---my home, my cottage. It was just as I remembered it, a homely cottage wrapped around by rose bushes and creeping stalks of bouginvillea and tulips.

The main village center was just a 3 minute walk away, but felt much further away from everyone else, with the way it was situated upon a tiny hill surrounded by an expanse of trees giving plenty of shade to the cottage. I paid the coach man and walked up the hill, sweating and dusty from the ride. As I came up to the door, I could smell the fragrance of a hearty stew wafting out of the window.

Who was in there already?I knocked on the door and was met with a swinging door that gave view to an overgrown golden retriever jostling me to the grassy ground with enthusiastic licks. A buxom lady with sparkling green eyes, and thick brown hair in two plaits exclaimed happily, "Oh, darling Y/N, tis' been a long while since I saw you. Must've been when we were kids, still digging worms from the pond and making little houses for them".

I remembered who it was. Sunny, my old maid's daughter-- who I had played with in my childhood. I patted the dog on its head as I got up, brushing grass from my skirts, enveloping her in a rambunctious hug with a wide grin, "So good to see you sweetheart!!!! Where is your mother? Is she in good health?"

"Oh, she's fine Y/N, just back at home because of her rheumy joints. She finds it hard to keep up with maintaining the cottage, so I am doing the job as of now." I smiled warmly, my insides singing with joy at the jubilant welcome back home. I truly felt at home for once.

Chestershire still remained the quiet town I remembered it to be, idyllic and pasotral. It was a wonderful change of pace--fresh air and sprawling greenery so much the eye could not contain. She grabbed me by the shoulders and hustled me into the clean , well maintained cottage. It was a beautiful interior with leviathan bay windows and plenty of comfortable seating space. I inhaled the hearty potato stew into my mouth, discussing my plans with Sunny on how to make the cottage even more homely and regarding repairs to be done.

Apparently a tiny sum of money was provided by father's will to go for maintenance annually to the cottage. That is why the place hadn't fallen into complete disrepair. It just needed a few homely touches, some floral printed curtains and doilies and warm rugs and blankets. Along with some vases that could contain flowers which shrouded the cottage window-sills.

I had my work cut out for me for the next week. But this work was more welcome than anything else I had had to deal with uptil now.

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Lord Jungkook was pondering something of the utmost importance at the moment as his valet stared at him, eyes agog with concern. The cravat he was to wear today to Lady Esterly's ball held much salience. It had to be something somber to indicate respect towards the end of her grieving period, yet not so outrageously dark in color that it would be utterly unfashionable. She had lost her gouty ill tempered 70 year old husband few months ago to sickness. And though she was clearly happy to lose him, it would be unbecoming to demonstrate those sentiments in public.

As Jungkook entered the ballroom , something in his subconscious pricked at him. What was this uneasy feeling? He hadn't felt this way since 7 years ago when he had found out that Lady Y/N's mother was having an affair with his father, who had been Duke of Somerset at the time.

His father had been a wealthy and powerful man who had always seemed to always adore Jungkook's mother, the Duchess Somerset. Yet, he had done the exact opposite and when she had least expected it, well into their marriage of 30 years, taken up a torrid relationship with Y/N's mother. Jungkook's mother had died of grief merely a year after his father had made his affections not so secret to society. And his father soon followed her in death due to his weak constitution, succumbing to infection in the winter. Y/N's mother had been left to grieve the passing of his father and her husband that same year. She stayed with one of Y/N's married elder sisters.

He had never noticed Y/N's existence till then, till he found out whose daughter she was as she had scurried around the edges of the ballroom like a nervous rodent since her debut in Society. She wasn't much of a beauty to look at with plain features, full cheeks and a plush frame that seemed more matronly and frumpy than anything else. Her only redeeming feature were her sparkling eyes and lush hair that served to hinder the expressions on her face.

Her attire had deteriorated as her father's estate fell to ruin, thanks to Jungkook availing Jimin's crafty ways of tricking money out of the hands of Y/N's gambling father who had gotten rather desperate for money. Jimin ran a gaming hell that had made many a gentleman penniless---something he took great pride in. According to Jimin, if they lost money to the gaming hell, it was a testament to their bad luck and his good luck.

Jungkook had decided to strip her of any remaining honor, not as though her mother had left his mother with any honor either-- even in her death. It would be comeuppance for what her mother had done. She would pay for her mother's sins. And so he thoroughly ruined her reputation, ensuring she would never have a good life therafter--a life lacking family and a chance at a socially and financially advantageous match.

That's when it hit Jungkook. Where was Y/N? She wasn't in her usual spot overlooking people dancing at her bench. That had been her occupation for the past 7 years, watching people have the life that she would never have--he had made it so.

Jungkook felt extremely uneasy now that he could not spot Y/N. Where the hell was she? She always came to the bigger events that Lady Alyssa and her daughter attended. He had denied her invitation to most smaller ,more intimate events with his social acumen, but not the big ones. She had to see what she was missing out on---life. That had been his revenge plan.

But now she was nowhere to be found. He blindly searched for her, till he came across Lady Alyssa and inquired in a drawling tone , schooling his features into a calm that he didn't mirror the panic he was actually feeling, "Hello, Lady Alyssa. Fine evening it is today, is it not"? Lady Alyssa graciously smiled at him, "Yes, of course it is Lord Jungkook. How are you faring today? Oh, this is my daughter Solji in case you have not met her". Solji gracefully curtsied in her periwinkle floaty dress that showed off her waifish frame in the best light.

He continued in an unaffected tone, "And where is your companion, Lady Solji? Y/N is it"? Solji nodded as she replied, "She has decided to retire to the countryside for a while. Her father left her a countryside residence and so she has chosen to depart early before the season ends so that she can celebrate Christmas over there". Lady Alyssa sighed, stating in a resigned tone, "Anyhow she has no prospects of marriage with how she looks and conducts herself, better she is away from polluting the rest of the ton with her incessant cynicism and gloom".

Jungkook nodded at these statements seeming calm as a cucumber on the outide, whereas he was internally rattled at the happenings imparted to him. She had left? After so many years, she had decided to just leave? Evidently she had gotten tired of not being enough for London. But how could she leave without telling him?Without even an announcement of her departure?

A little voice in Jungkook's head gave him the blatant answer--not like she had any friends to inform of her departure. And not like he was her husband/brother/legal guardian, who she would have to inform of her comings and goings. After his blasting statement 7 years ago, the few friends she did have, left her --frightened of being associated with her ill repute by merely even conversing with her, or being seen in her presence.

She was a free bird, and Jungkook was hating the fact.

She had left him to play his own game. The pyramid only remained so, when there were people at the bottom. Sure, there were others he could and had manipulated to stay at the bottom, but he wanted her to remain there. Not for her to exit the game altogether.

Y/N was not allowed to be happy or have a Christmas, after what his mother had been through---he would definitely ensure this.

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candywife333 · 4 months

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I literally cannot process anything right now😱

This has spawned so many new storylines in my head , it's unbelievable.

WHAT THE FUCK ???

#inspiration #jungkook x reader #chubby reader #bts x plus size reader #jungkook x chubby reader #jungkook x plus size reader #jungkook

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Kidnapped......By Choice

And I am back guys. Sorry for the super long hiatus. Will finish Moo Moo part 2 right after I release this small drabble/one shot hybrid (going to call them DRAB-ONE from now on😆)

pairing: Kidnapper Jungkook x chubby oblivious , super nonchalant Y/N

4th DAY OF CHRISTMAS

(DRAB-ONE)

Trigger: mention of trafficking

As usual, little to no proofreading

Could a girl never get some peace and quiet in this freaking world? I shifted from side to side, attempting to catch sleep but the raucous noise of the dinner party beneath my room prevented me from even drifting off.

As I felt myself slowly succumb into the warm embrace of a peaceful slumber, I heard the sudden thud of my window swing open. BAM! BAM!

WTF?!!! THIS BITCH WAS GOING TO GET IT NOW??!!! WHO THE FUCK WAS OUT TO MAKE ME A SLEEPLESS , STRESS RIDDEN LITTLE TROLL?!!!

That's when I saw him standing against the window, almost a silent specter. Well built thick thighs encased in black leather , check. White ski mask barely showing a peek of pink luscious lips, check. Strong shoulders and arms outlined by a dark leather jacket tapering down to reveal an itty, bitty tiny waist, check.

As I literally gobbled his form up with my eyes, the man sauntered over, as a fluid as a panther towards me. "Hey, hey, dude. Stay right there man. I'm a nervous farter. I wouldn't want to fart on you and make you suffer from inhaling the noxious fumes that come out of my ass".

He quirked one of his eyebrows up seemingly trying to hold laughter in, as he rumbled out in a deep masculine voice that made my panties suspiciously moist, "That is seriously all you have to say to an intruder who has come into your bedroom at night? You are warning him that you might fart? That is your threat"?

I put one hand on my head, growling out in impatience, "Look bro, I wouldn't be warning you if it actually wasn't a weapon of mass destruction. You picked the wrong one tonight. I could ruin your sense of smell so bad that you would think a jar of pickles smell like petunias. Don't test the power of the FLATULENCE. OK"?

I slapped my ass vehemently to prove a point......and also assert dominance. Who the hell did this handsome, drool-worthy dude bro think he was, walking in on me in a ripped stained crop top and sleep shorts that had been swallowed by my ass from behind? I had never been so indecently clothed in the presence of a man. And worst of all, a stranger at that.

However, none of this bravado stopped him in his path as he stood right in front of me. His dark eyes glinted like two twinkling stars in the night sky. "Look little lady, it is better if you cooperate. You are right now being kidnapped, why don't you actually show preservation skills and some healthy dose of fear"?

I snorted, clearly making him surprised as he glared at me in confusion, "There ain't anything small about me man. Everything is large or extra large. Not a small bone in my body since I was 10 years old. Now, why don't you move out of my way before I sit on you and suffocate you with my fat cells and bad odor".

Mirth filtered through his eyes as he seemed to be holding back a laugh. Before I could blink, he restrained my arms behind me. As usual my weak arm strength (can't even do a push up) made me as moldable as jello. He tied my wrists with rope and shoved me onto the bed.

I felt super annoyed. First of all, I wasn't getting sleep. Number two, I wasn't even that pretty enough for him to kidnap and sell into any human trafficking. The trafficker would take one look at me, spit in my chubby face, and shove me back where I came from. That would be the first time, they would want a refund. Well everything has a first I guess.

Before I could sit up on the bed and catch my bearings, he had taken off his mask. My jaw fell open and I swear I started drooling. Jungkook? The hot high school senior that I had been mooning over for close to three years? Why was he trying to kidnap me? Wait......why was I resisting? This was a dream come true.

My mood completely switched as I had a grin on my face, brimming with happiness, "Hey, Jungkook-ssi , why don't you kidnap me a little faster and harder...if you catch my drift"?

He looked bewildered as his piercings shined in the dim light, "You..you aren't scared of what is going on right now"?

I kicked my chubby feet into the air in excitement, cheeks blushing, "I have always wanted to be abducted by you, so I don't mind. So, where are you taking me .....and what depraved activities do you have in mind. Would you mind taking me away for a month, at least till math finals are over"? I winked at him, entreating him to give me an answer.

He stood there, paralyzed in shock as he gritted out, teeth clenched, "This was just supposed to be a prank, your brother dared me to do it for 500 bucks". Tears slipped down my face, lips pouting. "What do you mean Jungkook-ssi? Do you mean that you were never supposed to rail me roughly into oblivion? This was all a set-up"?

Not able to deal with my fake crying, he started trying to reassure me, "No Y/N, it was just a light hearted prank, and I needed the money. Please don't misunderstand, I never meant to harm you. I was just supposed to get you scared enough and have the drone camera outside the window record it".

I peered out the window and saw the drone. My expression fell flat, and I felt glum...disappointed at the outcome. I wanted to be roughly porked like in those dark romance novel books with the mafia leaders who were kidnappers. Well, a girl can have here fantasies I guess, but maybe they were never meant to be.

I sullenly sighed, "Ok then Jungkook-ssi. Now that you got the reaction, why don't you leave? I am tired and sleepy. If you don't do it, it is ok. I will just find someone else to do it".

He seemed relieved, till he heard the last line of what I said. His eyes became frantic, smoldering with anger and lips in a hard straight line as he spit out, "What do you mean someone else"?

I yawned, settling back under the covers, rubbing my eyes, "Are you slow or something Jungkook-ssi. I thought my noncon kidnapping kink would be satisfied today and I could knock it off my checklist. But I guess I just have to find someone to pound me from behind, in a ski mask propped onto a window-sill. It just won't be you. Perhaps....Hoseok-ssi, he did grin my way last week in dance club. Maybe he would be interested".

As my eyes closed slowly, head sinking onto the pillow below I felt a weight dip onto the bed and my wrist pinned onto either side of the bed. I opened my eyes suddenly, to be met with Jungkook's feral grin right above me. I tried batting him away, irritated. What did he want now? His big veiny hands grabbed me by my wrists as his hot breath ghosted my neck. He panted with exertion as he continued in a lethal tone, "I will kill any man who dares touch you. Don't test me sweetheart. I am the only one who gets to have you against a window-sill".

I snorted, amused at his antics. He hadn't looked my way in the past 3 years that I had devotedly followed him around campus. And now suddenly after a stupid bet, he was possessive over me. Nonsense. Balderdash. I turned around on my side, pushing my bed covers higher on my body. This tomfoolery at 12 am was not what I wanted to hear. I drawled out groggily, "Like you would be attracted to my sagging granny panty clad ass. Just go back man. Had enough of lies for today".

Suddenly, I felt cold air abruptly filter onto my pussy and butt. Startled, I looked up to see my damp panties in his vascular hands. Smirking deviously as he rubbed my clit slowly with his calloused finger, spreading the moisture around, making me mewl and clutch at his coat, he whispered against my neck, "What made you think that granny panties would stop me sweetheart"?

#chubby reader #bts x plus size reader #bts x reader #comedy #bts x chubby reader #little smut #smidge of smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x chubby reader #jungkook x curvy reader #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic

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candywife333 · 5 months

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Just a little note

Hey guys, sorry for the slow updates to the 25 days to Christmas series and the other ongoing works.

I’m getting engaged on the 15th😂😂so I will be back to uploading more regularly after that.

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candywife333 · 5 months

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Moo Moo

ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME

PART 1

NOTE: Sorry for the slow uploading of fics guys, have a lot of holiday events to attend and I am getting a little sidetracked 🙃 PART 2 of this will be released later today , only has two parts. Not proofread as usual.

chubby cow hybrid y/n x alpha wolf jungkook

cameo of Wheein and Hwasa from Mamamoo and a lot of Taylor swift lyric references throughout

triggers: lactation kink, humiliation, dub con, bullying, body shaming, angst, betrayal

"Shove those big tits away from me you loser!! You have such a fat and dumpy figure. Get out of the sandbox so we can play"! The insults never stopped. They started since I was a 5 year old kid on the playground minding my own business, trying to build a miniature sandcastle in a small corner of the sandbox.

Even as I whimpered and silently tried walking away, a strong lion hybrid with long orange hair grabbed me by my pigtails and yanked me out of the sandbox, pushing me over onto the sharp gravel yelling, "That's all you are good for. You cow hybrids can only produce milk. Wipe your tits you ugly cow"!

The lion hybrid swished her long mane of hair away from me as some of her friends gathered around her (all predator hybrids) to continue playing in the now empty sandbox. Silent tears dripped down my face as I saw the gravel embedded into the open bleeding scratches littered all over my knees. And indeed as the lion hybrid had commented, milk was leaking from my chest, staining my shirt with its sticky essence.

I limped away to hide in the trees, trembling in fear at what had just happened. I had been told that I would make friends in school, but clearly there was something so intrinsically wrong with me, because I couldn't make friends as hard as I tried. It was as though everyone I interacted with hated me. Just because of the type of hybrid I was.

The hierarchy among hybrids remained simple; predators on top (wolves, big cats, etc..) and prey below. Nobody escaped this system. Not even me. I suffered more so, because even among prey, I was domesticated prey. Being a shy bulky herbivore who tried to blend into her environment rarely served me well.

Since cow hybrid genes were recessive in the community, so few prey inherited them. I was treated badly even by my family. They never pushed me around or hurt me, they simple just.......pretended I didn't exist, neglected me. Along with the fact that I produced hefty amounts of milk from such a young age, my body held onto fat and I had difficulty keeping it off.

All these factors made me a prime target for bullying at school. Yet, despite all this, I had fallen in love..... with Jungkook, the alpha wolf hybrid. Since we were young, I had a soft spot for him. He would smile at me and always be kind. When I had been bullied at the sandbox even as a kid, he had noticed my injury, and taken me to the nurse's office. He had wandered in after class and trotted to me with daffodils in his hand, getting onto the bed , shoving the flowers toward me squealing in glee, "Hope you are doing better Y/N!! Here you go, I just freshly cut them in the garden"!!!

He was my first and only friend, crush, and the love of my life. Not that he knew the last two descriptors. He was painfully oblivious, even as we grew up. We were friends, the best of pals. He would never judge me for my quiet nature or when my tits suddenly leaked. But as we all crossed puberty, things started to change.

Just cuddling and hugging each other while watching a movie evolved into something more lustful.

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We were both freshmen in highschool and I had invited Jungkook over to watch Batman Returns. We were snuggled up against each other as usual, because according to Jungkook , I was his cuddle buddy , soft and warm. He was getting more and more popular in school because of his status, whereas I remained an outcast for the most part. I had a bunny hybrid friend named Hwasa and a hamster friend named Wheein, and the girls were awesome. But, they tended to always be occupied with auditioning for music shows and so we didn't hang out as often as I would like to.

But Jungkook was the constant star in my sky, always there. I could tell that he felt pressurized to spend more time away from me, but he still held on to me and I was so grateful for that. That day he was holding me tighter than usual, encircling his strong arm around my plush waist. Another one of his arms was splayed right under my bust, his chest cradling my back. His face was buried into the croook of my neck as he breathed my scent in deeply. That was unusual. He had never scented me like this before.

Close friends and members of a pack do scent each other, yet the manner in which he scented me seemed different that night. As I desperately tried to focus on the screen, I felt something rock hard pressed up against my back. I froze in shock.

Even as Jungkook felt me stiffen up, he got more bold. His big warm hand traveled up underneath my faded band shirt, not ceasing its journey till it encompassed my right tit. To my great surprise, he didn't stop there. He squeezed. I moaned at the contact, shocked at what was happening. I heard him murmur in a raspy tone, "I can't hold back anymore sweetheart, sorry. I am so sorry". He suddenly gripped both of my tits in his warm hands as he squeezed them both in synchrony. Milk dripped out of my tits, making my shirt close to transparent.

Jungkook became impatient as he turned me around to face him. My back hit the sofa and he ripped off my shirt right down the middle as his warm mouth hooked onto one of my nipples, his teeth toying with the hardened tip. He was sucking on it, drinking the milk steadily. I let him, bewildered by the overwhelming arousal and comfort from his insistent suctioning.

Before I blinked an eye, I saw his excited expression, him mashing his plush lips together as he ripped off my panties, diving into lick my wet core. He was slurping messily as the essence dripped down his face, eliciting moans and shocked whimpers from my mouth. He started fingering my wet core with his middle finger as his mouth grabbed my wet sticky tits once again.

I felt like exploding at the continuous stimulation, not even bothered that I was naked. I used to feel self conscious even around him, wearing loose fitting clothes. Yet even as my stomach and love handles bulged out unrestrained by fabric, I felt safe in his arms.

A white blur clouded my vision as the heat pooling up til now in my core engulfed my senses entirely. Jungkook grinned deviously, his mouth wet from milk and slick as he smirked out, "Want to go for another round sweety"?

Elated at his affection and attention, I demurely peered at him from underneath my eyelashes whispering, "Of course darling. Whatever you want".

And that's how I got into the predicament of becoming my best friend's fuck-buddy. I just didn't know at the time, that I was only good for a place as valueless as that in his life.

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From that day forward, we fucked......everywhere. We did it in his bathroom, in an empty classroom, on the bleachers, in his parent's bedroom, and even on a staircase railing.

He would make it his mission to paint me in his cum and my dripping milk, always saying, "Want to see you drowning in my cum. Now, open those legs wider so I can pump you tight and full sweetheart". As I came, I would always scream out ,"I love you darling, I love you so much". He wouldn't say it back, he wouldn't call it what it was. But he would smile, lying down in my embrace.

I had been there along, so why couldn't he see me? How wonderstruck I was by him? In front of the rest of his friends, I was invisible. He wouldn't acknowledge me, or he would just greet me in passing, as if we were strangers. As if he was not inside me, every single day. He had invaded my body and my thoughts and my heart. He treated me like a secret, though I kept him like an oath.

I knew I should've stopped this long ago, because he still dated other people. He still went to other girls, but I had convinced myself that he belonged with me. Though, I should've known better than to think that he could be kept. I would still venture in front of his friends, announcing to him and the rest of the unsmiling world, "Love ya Jungkook! Have a great day darling". He would crinkle his eyes with a half smile and walk away from as though I were air.

I showed up to all his football games, though I hated sports with a conviction. I bellowed at the top of my lungs, "Doing wonderful Jungkook! Keep it up darling! You got this"!! As I sat down on the bleachers, I saw the rest of the student body stare at me in confusion. Probably cause they had never heard me speak that loudly.

I kept following him around, professing love to him. Sending love laden sticky notes with beautifully packed lunches to his door. Cuddling with him when he looked down and comforting him with my body when he was stressed.

I kept drowning in love for him , till one day my love was murdered in cold blood.

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Jungkook and his friends were huddled around near their lockers. I was walking up towards them, to wish Jungkook good luck before the final game of the season. Jungkook's alpha coronation ceremony was also right around the corner, and my girls Hwasa and Wheein had been hyping me up, calling me luna all day every day. They were absolutely certian that I would be picked for the role.

Giggling to myself, giddy with mirth I slowly made my way in his direction, when I heard something I was never meant to hear. A sharp laughter punctured the air as Jimin (Jungkook's beta to be ) proclaimed, "You and Y/N are serious? She is prey, how the hell is she going to be luna"?

All my blood froze in my body as I heard the most cruel thing I had in my life. A maniacally cold cackle filled the air as Jungkook drawled out, " What makes you think that she's going to be my luna? That slut who leaks milk is going to be my luna"!!? His body wracked in raucous overflowing laughter, as he wheezed out perplexed, "Have you lost your goddamn mind Jimin"?

I felt like he had just stepped on my heart and broken it. But the misery didn't end there.

Jimin stared at him quizzically, inquiring, "Isn't that why you have been hanging around here for so long. She's been your friend and lover, I thought she was a strong contender for the role according to your actions. In fact, most of the time you act like she's your true mate. Don't tell me you are rejecting your real mate cause of status and aesthetics".

Y/N saw a cold hard gaze she had never seen in entire existence filter across Jungkook's face, " What about her suits me? She is not a predator, but the lowest rung of the totem pole in terms of prey. She leaks milk from her tits like a freak and she's shy , fat, and dowdy. What makes you think an alpha like me should go for a loser and slut like her, even if she was my mate".

He continued crucifying Y/N's gentle heart, "Do you know how many times I did her? She moo'd like a cow every time, as she spilt milk onto the floor. Her pussy is loose and floppy, used up by me. Why would I get with someone with such low self esteem that she gives me unlimited access to her pussy like that, screaming of love every single time. Delusional bitch. As if she would be ever worth my love or undivided attention".

He was so casually cruel in the name of being honest, in the name of telling the truth. What an honest, upright man. Y/N hid behind a potted plant , sliding down to the floor in agony. He had crumpled her like a useless piece of paper , whose words were forgotten.

Maybe she was just a low down cow slut, who wasn't good for receiving love from him or anyone. Maybe it was time she left.

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Mother of Monsters

ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME

Pairing: Cold king Jungkook x chubby reader commoner (may or may not have another part)

Inspired by a unique username I came across,

Thank you @mother2monsters for the inspiration.

Triggers: slut shaming

DRABBLE/ONESHOT HYRBID

"Get out of my court you mortal , low down commoner! You could never be the mother of my children, let alone my queen! How dare you malign my kingdom by proclaiming yourself my consort"?

King Jungkook pushed the tiny chubby lady who was hunched over, tears streaming silently down her face , head bowed down in obeisance to the king. Even though she was clearly heavily pregnant , she was shoved mercilessly off onto the freezing marble of the floors.

She begged, voice completely hoarse from constantly imploring him to show mercy upon her soul, "I beg of you, My king. I am not lying. I was pushed into your chambers when you were heavily intoxicated by absinthe, and you....... you........compromised me because of the influence of the liquor you imbibed". King Jungkook's eyes glinted dangerously in disbelief of her words. "My lord, I swear oath upon the children in my womb, that I had no intention of deceiving you. It was forced upon me by your mother, the Dowager Queen. I beseech you to listen to me".

At the mere utterance of a possibility of his mother's implicit involvement in this conspiracy, the King bellowed in a harsh voice, "LEAVE YOU WHORE! LEAVE BEFORE I KILL YOU BY CRUSHING YOUR WINDPIPE IN MY HANDS!! BE GONE FROM THIS KINGDOM, YOU TROLLOP"!!

Y/N felt the silent sobs wrack her frame. She felt as though her soul were fractured in half. The king that she had devoted her life to , had questioned her character. She had been his friend since her childhood, serving him as a faithful confidante and shadow as he grew up along side her. He knew her better than anyone else....or at least he was supposed to. His mother had always been evil, greedy for power, vindictive towards Jungkook who never fully followed her plans for the kingdom. And she thought to maneuver power into her clutches by forcing Y/N to have his kids when he was unconscious, and hold his illegitimate children in her grasp as leverage against him.

As she saw the guards approach her , to remove her from the premises of the court, Y/N got up on her own, limping as she walked away with any remaining strength she had left in her bones. She could feel the whispers, sneers and snickers of all the other courtiers and noblemen as she left the hall. She had been taught the cruelty of life at the ripe age of 19. And she would never allow herself to go through that again.

-----------------------------------10 YEARS LATER🐉

The guards of the castle had been valiantly inspecting the grounds, making sure nobody unidentified was coming in and out. They suddenly heard a deafening roar. The roar of something dangerous and massive, something indestructible. The ground was shaking with the force of an earthquake, wind whipping in a flurry all around them, grit and gravel flying into their eyes. It was a lady in a cloak.

A lady wrapped in a dark purple cloak, a garment fashioned so regally, that one would think she were royalty. She walked confidently up to the entrance of the castle, face covered by the hood of the cloak, only long hair trailing down below her hips winding around her torso.

Before they could stop her, they all stopped in stark fear at the mere sight of the creatures which trailed behind her. Walking behind her were 5 men, all exceeding 8 feet in height, looking like a mix between humans and beasts. They had features resembling that of dragons, sea serpents, and pegausus all mixed up into different variations.

The disturbingly dark aura of the singular tiny chubby lady followed by these gargantuan monsters made them quake in their boots, most of the guards fainting onto the floor below.

Y/N entered the halls of the court she had been exiled from a mere 10 years ago. Time flew as she had to take care of her kids who grew faster than she could keep up with. Life had been cruel, till she had left the castle back then. After having her beautiful babies in a desolate cave deep in the forest filled with mischievious sprites and beasts of frightening proportions, her life had been filled with love. Love for her children.

They were tiny souls that looked nothing like her or their father. Little had Y/n known at the time, that she had descended from a lineage far more ominous than Jungkook's. She had been left at birth on the castle steps by her mother, a powerful sorceress and her father, the ruler of dragons. Even though she had been brought up as a mortal and commoner, she was far from that in reality .

After having her kids, she had re-united with her parents who had found her in the forest (which bordered their secret kingdom, Galora). She had let out blood curdling screams during her labor, that had alerted all creatures in the magical forest, along with one of the guards of her parent's kingdom. They came to her aid immediately, realizing who she was by the birthmark on her neck.

Her mother cried for days after she had been brought back to their kingdom, morose at the fact that she had left her daughter with humans who had mistreated her. The reason for Y/N's abandonment was that she was cursed at birth by an evil spirit named Min Yoongi, who had promised that she would die in her childhood, unless she was brought up in the mortal realm.

Y/N's parents had never been happier, her father holding her in his arms, glistening tears in his eyes as he saw his grandkids. Her parents doted on her, making up for the lack of love and affection she had suffered all her life.

Remembering all that she had been through, Y/N ventured into the main hall of the court, the sight of her 5 monstrous sons, silencing anyone who would object.

King Jungkook, still more handsome than he had looked 10 years ago, stared at her in confusion. He grunted out in derision, lips curling up in a mocking manner, " And who would you be, you old hag? Daring to come into my hall without permission"?

Finally catching sight of the creatures behind her, he gasped, frozen with fear. "ARE YOU TRYING TO STAGE AN ATTACK ON ME YOU HAG?!! GUARDS CATCH HER AND PUSH HER OUT OF THE PREMISES ALONG WITH THE STRANGE THINGS BEHIND HER"!!!

Y/N took off her hood, motioning with her right hand to halt the guards. She smiled politely, "Do you remember me Jungkook? Or perhaps, at least your sons"?

King Jungkook's jaw dropped in incredulous wonder, understanding dawning in front of his eyes. "You mean to tell me that I gave rise to such hideous spawn, woman? You cheated me as a friend and confidante, and then you are keeping up the act of having my kids even now?!!! How foolish can you be? I never had intercourse with your ugly ass, do you get it! Time has clearly not cured your delusional desperation"!

Y/N merely quirked an eyebrow up at his accusations, "So you mean to tell me that your heirs do not have a star shaped birthmark at the nape of their necks? A mark that has been passed along for generations in your family"?

King Jungkook marched off of his throne, closer to one of his "sons". His eldest, Kir, bent down to his father's face, flashing his nape. And sure enough, on his scaly neck was the star like birthmark which could not be mistaken for anything else, other than the royal Jeon family mark.

As Jungkook's world fell apart right in front of his eyes, he turned to look at Y/N for answers. Y/N smiled graciously, though her eyes looked dead long ago, cold from the inside, "Why don't you get to know your heirs, King"? Loud gasps rang through the halls, in repulsion and disbelief.

Y/N continued, as she placed her arm on King Jungkook's shoulder, "They are yours, unless, you would like your lineage to die. I know you have no other children though you fucked many. Maybe it's time for you to stop living in delusion, you trollop".

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Sexy Snakey

ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME

OFFICIALLY THE START OF 25 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS

ONESHOT

Pairing: enormous serpent hybrid j-hope (mythical creature with *cough cough* 2 Ds) x chubby botanist reader

trigger: dub-con , smut

This lagoon felt super eerie as I ventured further into a small clearing filled with trees. Fireflies zipped past me as I almost stumbled on a rock. What was this place? As such, this forest seemed desolate in the evening when I came to study certain flowers.

Though I was used to looking for different species of flowers in the evening times, something about the atmosphere today in this tiny lagoon unsettled me. I felt the cold breezing rushing around me, flicking my hair back and forth, occluding my vision partially.

The torquoise waters of the lagoon entranced me. As I got closer to peek at what could possibly inhabit the clear waters, I saw a tail? The tail of something lay in the waters. I panicked slightly, breathing in shallow pants as I approached the surface of the water.

A dark green tail of some creature ,bearing the width of my torso was waving around in the waters below. Now I was really getting scared. I should probably run away back to my cottage before something bad happened. I knew the forest wasn't the safest place according to villagers around the area, but I had never had issues before this.

As I turned back around to walk back to the cottage, barely holding myself from sprinting back in haste, I heard a voice. "Hi, darling", a dark voice purred. Pivoting back to look towards the lagoon, I saw something I would never have imagined in my wildest dreams.

It was a man. At least that's what it looked like. A man with a wide grin showcasing two rows of super long teeth (literally looking like hypodermic needles) built to tear into the flesh of unsuspecting prey. His arms and face and torso were all tan, a normal skin tone for humans. Yet, the fearsome part of his appearance was the blue green iridescent scales tapering waist down below him, extending into a long thick serpentine body that I could even see trailing down below the transparent waters. My eyes opened wide, trying to process this phantasmagorical view. I had to leave. And be fucking quick about it.

I started slowly walking away further and further from him. This creature was by no means normal and I did not want to die before I could celebrate Christmas this year. Yep, forget about me coming to the forest to look for my plants anymore this coming new year. Looks like it was a death sentence entering these premises.

The snake man continued grinning reassuringly, his teeth glinting in the weak evening rays of light. "Don't be scared sweetheart. I won't bite". He smirked, "At least, not till you beg me for it". He crooned in a sinister manner, "Why don't you come back and spend some time with me? Let's get to know each other better".

I felt like hyperventilating. A snake talking to me? Weirdest shit considering I don't even indulge in psychedelics. This must be some weird ass dream. But my snark kicked in as I mocked him, "Oh, come closer to you so you can snap my body in half, or choke me to death with that massive appendage and then consume me? That's what you consider getting to know each other"?

I was just a few seconds away from belting the vicinity. His responses stopped me in my tracks. "I wouldn't do that if I were you sweetheart. Riling me up like that when I can already smell your arousal tainting the air".

What?!!! I checked down at my panties in confusion, and surely enough I did feel drenched. As I stood there paralyzed in bewilderment, a green tail reached over and yanked me into the water.

I yelled, startled and terrified that this thing would now eat me alive. I wouldn't see another see another Christmas, or my mom, or dad, or Boo my calico cat. I was doomed. The creature warbled out in a sweet tone, "Stop flailing so much sweetheart. I will give you what you want no matter what".

He ripped off my clothes with his agile hands as I was bound , rendered immobile by his serpentine tail. His slippery tail curled around my bare skin, coating me with a viscous film. Ewww. What the hell? But before I could gag in disgust, it started feeling pleasant. The surprisingly warm temperature of the lagoon water lapping around me, as his tail curled around me, imprisoning me in it's embrace, yet at the same time carressing my stomach and inner thighs pleasantly. The tip of his tail curled around my right nipple, and as I yelped, the tail tightened around my nipple gently squeezing it.

It felt so good for some reason. He continued in this manner for another minute. Before I knew it, I could feel the friction of his scaly tail tip massaging my labia. It felt so good as he rubbed his tail up onto them, teasing the tip between my lower lips. I could feel myself getting wetter, not able to hold back my moans as he proceeded to rub his tail onto my clit.

I tried to be quiet, not wanting to give him an inkling of my arousal but his grass green eyes flashed in anger as he trilled out, "You better let me hear what is mine. Don't hold back darling, if you know what's good for you".

His hypnotic eyes narrowed into tiny slits, his forked tongue flicking out to lick his lips as I mewled out curses , not able to hold back anymore. I must've been quite a sight, legs open wide with my wet slit out to the crisp air, with a thick tail rubbing up frantically over my slit. He gripped the sides of my plush waist in his warm big hands, squeezing my flesh as he shoved his forked tongue into my mouth.

I lost my senses as he advanced the tip of his tail into my dripping pussy. Wrapping my thick thighs around his trim waist, I kissed him back. The scaly tail caught on the walls of my heat, pleasantly scraping against them.

Then suddenly, he pushed my back down onto a small bank of grass in the middle of the lagoon, opening up my thick thighs with his insistent hands, lavishing my clit with attention from his forked tongue. I felt a shiver go up my spine, heat pooling in my lower stomach as he continued to lick and suck. I could feel him nibble around my lower lips with his teeth very lightly. Moaning out of confusion and lust, I arched my back up to meet the attention of his mouth. Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed at my own enthusiasm, I attempted to resist , trying to close my legs, but he wouldn't let me.

He clicked his tongue, droning in a syrupy tone, "We can't have that much shyness now sweetheart". He trailed his long finger through my wet folds, "You are such a treat darling. So wet and warm, ready for the taking. I want to feast upon you, till you lose your senses". His warm breath fanned across my pussy as he encompassed his lips around my bundle of nerves, suctioning it as though he wanted to devour all of it in his mouth.

My slick trailed down his chin as he continued to lick languidly around my fluttering hole , spearing the opening with his long index finger.

I barely blinked when he rapidly replaced his finger with his long ribbed member, sinking it into my tight warm heat. The other member pleasantly rubbed itself across my clit, triggering an explosive orgasm, making my vision go white and my mind blank.

Slowly entering his other member into my heat alongside the other one, I winced, loudly crying out in pain. His hands squeezed my breasts as he pinched my nipples between his index finger and thumb. The pain slowly turned to pleasure as both his members strained against my walls , prodding at my cervix. The delicious stretch made me wrap my arms around his neck, filling his face with my tits that he sucked into his mouth. "Bear it sweetheart. Have to breed you and make you full with my babies".

I processed what he said, trying to shift away from his length that was pounding into my heat, horrified at what he was saying. I was not ready for a bunch of snake babies!!!! He gripped the nape of my neck firmly as he shoved his forked tongue into my mouth further, nipping at my lips and then soothing it with his saliva. Continuously stroking the pudge underneath my belly button, his eyes deviously glinted as he murmured, "Escape is futile". He kissed my brow as he plundered my pussy, kneading the sides of my stomach, confidently smirking, "Good try though sweetheart".

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