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is it too much if i ask you to do a part two of alpha!ghost and omega!reader 🥹
Ah, don't worry @dragonstoneshortcake I will feed you more.
Alpha!Ghost and Omega!Reader pt2
If you haven't you can go back and read part 1 and 3
Your first heat with Alpha!Ghost was one that would stick with you. Ghost all the same. After that first heat, watching his seed slowly dripping from your fluttering hole. He wanted to do it all over again.
Alpha!Ghost who let's you keep his shirt, telling you, "you might need it sweetheart," with a wink and starts to pack himself up.
Omega!Reader who does in fact need that shirt. Who has unexplainable want to burrow into it. Whimpering at night and holding it tight to suffocate you like a pillow.
Like a rabbit kicking it's back legs from excitement or anxiousness.
Omega!Reader who hasn't experienced anything like Ghost's thick cock deep inside them. Who moan loudly as they think about his knot stuck inside your sweet hole.
Alpha!Ghost who gets in teasing touches during practice. Hand gliding down reader's ass or over their shoulder. Warm breath fanning to their ear, tumbling deeply when he sees the sore bite marks that still remain seared on their skin.
Alpha!Ghost who ruts his cock between his pillow, trying to get friction like that little omega, the chemical reaction of your heat burned into his mind.
Omega!Reader who breaks the cycle and heads to Ghost's office, tenacious and eager. The smell of your delicious pheromones tell him all he needs to know before he's sliding you closer, hands on your hips, guiding you along.
Omega!Reader who takes Ghost's cock in their mouth, sweat tears rolling as Ghost's hips cant up, his voice vibrating in their stomach.
"Oh such a good fuckin' angel... So fuckin' pretty on my cock, so fuckin' pretty..." He groans, stroking your cheek as saliva drips down your chin and you choke down his length.
Alpha!Ghost who plays into and teases reader for being so needy. Spanking their ass as he takes down their pants, bending them over the desk and growling in their ear as his fingers work their hole.
Omega!Reader who whines in reply, bringing this interaction down simply to submit, and submitted. The animal in desperation and the animal willing to give. Basic instincts imbedded in your genes telling you to take him. And take him all.
Alpha!Ghost who doesn't care that your pheromones spread. Others will know it's him taking you. His cock sinking into your hole, pushing you against the desk, nails digging in.
"Look at you- oh fuckin' 'ell sweetheart-" He growls.
Alpha!Ghost who doesn't spare you anymore than last time. He knows you're out of heat and just want his cock, and he'll give it to you. Rearranging your insides and keeping you completely pinned under him. Seeing you squirm and arch before giving up makes him feel so good.
Alpha!Ghost who gets you on his knot, slamming deep inside of you, feeling how far he's pushed, that slight swell in your belly from how deep his cock is seated inside you.
"You look so good on my knot..." He admires his work, he admires your body.
Sitting in his chair and caressing your body. Making you whimper and shiver. His lips and tongue tasting every little bit of you. Your sweet scent just leaking off you.
Alpha!Ghost who hadn't talked with you about what you actually were. You'd fucked twice and he didn't really know If you'd want it further.
Did that stop him from protecting you? No.
Alpha!Ghost who is so protective over you more now than ever. If you're sparring with someone else and they remotely touch you wrong Ghost is up in their face with a nasty snarl.
That's his. You back away. Back the fuck away.
Alpha!Ghost who as far as he's concerned, mated or not, you're his. His seed stains your insides, he's been closest to your smell than anyone in base, he's seen you in heat. He's pounded your brains out.
You. Are. His.
Omega!Reader who finds themselves at Ghost's door often after nightmares. When they'd opt to be alone mostly, they can't help wanting his scent. Hearing him hum as he let's you in, smelling him everywhere.
Omega!Reader burrowing into Ghost's side and his blankets, unable to help being completely consumed by the scent. It's not bad, they sniff him, paw at him, shifting through the night.
Alpha!Ghost who finds it... Rather adorable that you want more of him. Shifting a little so you can press your face up to his chest, inhaling deeply and whimpering into his arms.
Omega!Reader who completely melts when his arms wrap around them, feeling very comforted and safe with him.
Omega!Reader whose nightly occurrences in Ghost's room because frequent. Every other night the two share a bed, sometimes leading to his cock down your throat as you slowly or desperately suck him off.
Or other times it ends with his knot deep inside you, whispering about how he'll get you pregnant. He'll knock you up so good with his pups.
Omega!Reader whose fantasies are all Ghost. Him pounding them full of pups and making them leak. Back arched and crying out his name like it's the only word they know.
Omega!Reader knowing they want so much more with Ghost. Knowing they want off their pills, to let his seed get them pregnant. Who wants to be called his mate. Who wants that so so badly.
Omega!Reader who will notice how Ghost gets flirted with by betas around the base and will end up whining. Like a neglected puppy.
"What's wrong love? Someone step on your tail?" Ghost will tease, unaware the other officers flirting has severely ticked you off.
Omega!Reader who tries to pull Ghost to their whim once, getting so far as a utility closet before Ghost shoves them in, pressing his chest to their back, hearing them whimper desperately for something.
"Shh, think you get to do that sweetheart? No, no angel." He whispers, kissing your cheek and rutting against your ass.
I'm sure you'll work it out together somehow 😉
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The Perfect Gentleman
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.8k
Warnings: fluff
Summary: Spencer is the perfect gentleman for you, in every way that counts.
Square Filled: spiderman kiss for @spencerreidbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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It’s hard to find a good man these days. All of your ex-boyfriends had something wrong with them in one way, shape, or form. Either they always thought of themselves, always put you second, or were total douchebags and dicks. You almost swore off men completely until you met Dr. Spencer Reid.
He is the perfect gentleman. He is nothing like what you’ve experienced before. He always puts you first, always thinks of you, and never has made you feel less than not even once. He made you feel safe and that’s all you ever wanted in a man.
The weather is nice enough to allow you to walk to your favorite coffee place rather than drive there. The street isn't too busy with cars but that doesn’t mean you’ll stop exercising caution when walking on the sidewalk. Spencer is walking on the left side while you’re on the inside of the curb, and you look at him with a smile.
The sun hits his face just right, giving his flawless skin a slight shimmer. God, how did you ever get so lucky to land a man like him?
You look behind you to see the street empty and you smirk to yourself. You let go of Spencer’s hand and make it look like you’re fixing something in your hair when you slow down enough to fall behind, and you switch sides with him so that you're walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, closest to the street.
“Ha, ha, very funny. Get back over here,” Spencer chuckles.
“What? I want to walk on the left side this time.”
“No, you’re going to walk on the right side and let me protect you. Come on, I don’t want to have to throw you over my shoulder.”
“Tempting,” you giggle.
“What if someone wants to kidnap you? They have easy access to do it.”
“What if they decide to kidnap you?”
“A beanstalk like me? Nah, only the pretty girls like you. Come on, get over here.”
You smile and comply with his request, getting back on the right side of the sidewalk. Spencer takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.
Even when he doesn’t try to be a gentleman, it comes out naturally. He is always looking for ways to make your life easier because he doesn’t want to see you overworking yourself. He loves you too much to see you put yourself through that.
Moving day is finally here. You and Spencer will be together without worrying about time or whether or not you have to go home for things. You two are moving into his apartment; nothing ever felt more right.
You got out your lease a month early and packed up all your shit, now all that’s left to do is take all the boxes out of the moving truck and put it inside his place.
He jogs down the stairs after bringing a box up and sees you struggling to pick up the box full of your books. You made it light enough for you to carry but not heavy enough to put it on a dolly. The only problem you’re having is picking it up off the ground.
“Nope, let me do this one.”
“Spencer, I am perfectly capable of doing this.”
“Darling, what if you trip and crack your head open on the stairs? No, I’m doing it.”
“Okay, what if you do that?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me,” He kisses you quickly and takes out his wallet. He takes out forty bucks and hands it over to you. “Call JJ and Penelope. I hear they have a new coffee shop in town.”
“No, I can’t leave you to do this by yourself.”
“I’ll be okay. I can call Derek if I need help. Go. Enjoy your afternoon.”
Again, how did you get so lucky to snag him?
Spencer always makes it his mission to make sure you’re comfortable no matter what you two go. It could be the briefing room or on the plane and he'd make sure you have a pillow for the flight or back support for your chair. It could also be him making sure your bath water is at the right temperature for a relaxing night in.
In order to catch the unsub red-handed, the team has to attend this elegant party that he is hosting. His MO is finding rich couples to lure upstairs where he’d drug both of them and strip them of all their valuables before killing them. Hotch theorizes that he’s here tonight about to do the same thing.
You and Spencer arrive at the party first, and you step out of the limo Hotch rented for you. If the unsub is going to think you’re rich, you need to arrive in a limo. However, you didn’t judge the weather properly. You thought it was going to be a lot warmer than it is. A shiver runs down your spine and Spencer notices goosebumps on your arm.
You’re wearing a royal purple strapless dress that goes down to your calves with a sequin lining on the outside. Spencer doesn’t think you can get even more beautiful than you are now.
“Here, take my jacket.”
He strips off his outer jacket before you have a chance to protest.
“No, Spencer, it’s okay. I’m fine,” you say even as he’s draping his jacket over your shoulders.
Damn, this jacket smells just like him and it’s warming your heart as much as it’s warming your skin.
“Take it. You’re cold.”
“Now you’ll be cold.”
“Don’t worry about me. I don’t want you catching a cold.”
It’s the way he said it that makes you want to cry out of pure happiness. He makes you so happy that sometimes, he feels like a dream.
One of Spencer’s favorite games is finding new ways to kiss you. He loves the traditional kiss but also loves Eskimo kisses, butterfly kisses, palm kisses, neck kisses, and your personal favorite, Spider-Man kisses. He never tells you when he’s going to do them because he loves seeing the blush on your cheeks whenever he pulls away from you.
“I know Hotch says he wants us to come up with a game plan on how to catch the unsub, but I think our resources are better spent finding his next victim. If we can pinpoint the kind of women he likes to target, we can be better prepared for when he strikes next.”
You and JJ are trying to come up with a way to stop this sunubs before he hurts any more people ad she is agreeing with your plan a lot more than Hotch’s. He’ll understand why you had to go this way once you catch the unsub.
“If this doesn’t work, I already have Morgan and Prentiss working on Hotch’s plan.”
“Thank you,” you breathe a sigh of relief. “Now, how should we go about this?”
Spencer walks into the bullpen with two cups of coffee when he sees the worry lines on your forehead. Hotch has been showing down on you recently so you’re just trying to do your best not to piss him off more than you already have. He sets both coffees on his desk and walks over to yours without letting you know he’s there.
When he gets to you, he gently grabs your hair and pulls your head back to kiss you Spider-Man style. The tension from your shoulders immediately dissipates and all that you can think of is Spencer. He knows you and JJ are working hard so he keeps the kiss short and sweet but nothing less than passionate.
When he pulls away, he sees the slight blush on your cheeks that makes him smile.
“I love you,” you whisper.
“I love you, too.”
Spencer always had your well-being in mind both physically and mentally. It doesn’t matter where you are or if you’re without him. He will make sure that you’re safe at all times because he knows the worst thing can happen in the blink of an eye.
You: I’m getting gas. Be home shortly.
You’re not even out of the car when you get a reply back.
Spencer: DON’T MOVE. I’LL BE RIGHT THERE.
At first, you’re confused as to why he’s coming down here when you’re almost home. Maybe he has something to give you and can’t wait? Did he forget something and need your car to go get it? Whatever the reason, you can’t sit at this gas station all day and wait for him to show up. There are people waiting to use the pump.
You leave your car and put in your card to pay for it when Spencer’s car practically comes speeding into the gas station. He parks off to the side, gets out, and jogs over to you.
“Did you speed all the way over here?”
“Get in the car. I’ll do this.”
He hates you already put your card in, but he’ll send you money for however much the gas is.
“What are you doing?”
“Pouring my girl’s gas for her. This thing is filthy and you can get sick. Or you can fall victim to a robbery. Or someone can kidnap you. Just sit back and let me do my job.”
He kisses you and takes the pump out of the slot.
“You drove ten miles from our warm apartment just to pump my gas for me?”
“Yes. Get in the car.”
You’d have melted into a puddle if it weren't so damn cold outside.
Spencer never once puts himself first because, to him, you’re his entire world. He takes care of what he loves and that would be solely you.
Derek had invited you two to a dinner party he and Savannah are hosting at their house along with JJ and Will and Kevin and Penelope. It’s a couples night which is why Emily wasn’t invited. Though, you did promise her a girls’ night tomorrow. She preferred to stay in anyway, so she’s not too upset over not being invited.
Spencer arrives at Derek’s house and turns off the car after parking it. You unbuckle your seatbelt and grip the door handle to get out when Spencer shouts at you.
“Wait!” You jump in surprise and watch as he gets out and rushes over to your side of the car. He fixes his tie in the reflection of the car’s window before opening your door for you. “M’lady.”
“Why thank you, kind sir,” you grin and grab his outstretched hand. He helps you out of the car and closes the door behind you. “Are you going to do this every time we go somewhere?”
“Why wouldn't I?” Years of broken boyfriends have wired your brain to think this behavior is weird. However, Spencer is starting to fix that. “Have I told you that you look absolutely stunning?”
“Every day,” you smile.
“Good. I don’t want you to forget it.”
How could you when you have a man like Spencer Reid?
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Can you please rate the current husband rotation (scara,blade and chrollo) based on highest sex drive to lowest?
Btw i love your work your amazingggg <333333
thank you very much!!!!!!!! i'll throw gojo in there for good measure. whether anyone wants him, that's up for debate, but he's slapped into the mix now.
warning for not SFW beneath the cut, obviously, and afab reader. dubcon if you squint.
alright, so, this'll be ranked from 10 as the highest and 1 as the lowest.
scaramouche — 9.
it's bad. it's real bad. you weren't expecting it either. from what little scaramouche has allowed you to know about himself, you considered him the type to look down at sex as debased and pointless. this assessment of yours would've been accurate had you not been in the picture. sadly, you are very much in the picture, and it's a picture he'd stare at until his eyes ceased functioning.
he is clingy, he is needy, he is relentless. it's embarrassing and he'll never admit it, but he views sex as the ultimate connection lovers can experience. two becoming one. he places far more sentimentality on it than you'll ever be privy to. or so he'd like to think, because the tears he sheds into your neck as he enters you for the first time give him away. he'll hold you in an uncomfortably tight grip, almost in a trance. he's inside you, the closest anyone can physically get. sure, there's pleasure to be found, but that isn't the main allure. he can move forward and you'll gasp. pull back and feel how you squeeze him, as if you couldn't bear to let him go, not even for a second.
deep down, does he know this is an involuntary muscle spasm and not some long-awaited reciprocation of his awful love? yes, he knows. he ignores that rational explanation, as he so often does when you're involved. from the second his tip began pushing in, he knew he'd become addicted. for you to encourage him, declare your undying love between moans and gasps, reassure him that he's all you can ever think about.
he'd deliver the seven nations to your feet if it meant experiencing that.
if anyone were to interrupt his time with you, even if it's a report that the sky itself is cracking open, he'd kill them for the infraction.
basically, every second that passes without him being inside you further sours his mood. his underlings dread long missions away for this very reason. one of them made the mistake of consoling his lord that it's just a few more days until he can see you again. scaramouche ordered that his tongue be cut out for daring to speak your name. he's the only one who deserves the privilege. anyone else is entirely unworthy of the right.
when he comes back, you won't be leaving the bedroom for hours. he cannot detach himself from you. he's insatiable, utterly insatiable.
gojo — 8.
satoru thinks you're hot. like really hot. call-to-wake-you-up-at-four-in-the-morning-for-phone-sex hot. he cannot behave and he doesn't want to. if he's driving you somewhere, his hand is on your thigh. when you're taking an important phone call, his fingers will rub circles into your clit through your panties, no matter how desperately you try and shoo him off. the type to send you those memes that if he died in between your thighs, it'd be a happy death. he loves your body, how his name sounds when you sigh it, the scent of sweat on your skin, the taste of your favorite cocktail on your lips.
for as long as he can remember, he's never been the type to resist doing what he wants. he'll be late to meetings with the higher-ups because you fell asleep in his arms and he refused to wake you up. he'll tell a special grade curse he's fighting to wait a second because you sent him a cute text he wants to reread. should he notice someone checking you out, he'll appear beside them, praising their excellent taste. throw in a comment that they can have your phone number if they just approach you. then, every time they try, he'll warp them back a little further at a time.
this isn't to say no one is allowed to admire you, though. that wouldn't be fair. he likens it to if leonardo da vinci kept the mona lisa hidden in some dark, dusty corner. others can appreciate your beauty, so long as it's on his terms. poor nanami gets texted to pick between what dresses he should buy you, with the unnecessary addendum that 'it'll get ripped off at a later time wwww.' the very first time nanami heard gojo speak your name, he knew the strongest sorcerer was going to become infinitely more grating.
satoru just finds every second he spends with you worthwhile. whether it be the two of you lazing around in pajamas and watching a b-movie, or if you've been teasing him relentlessly all day, earning you a sleepless night. you're like air to him. there's something about being around you that has him hooked. which is why he never wants to put out that lovely flame burning within you. no, he stokes it, savors the burn that only you can leave on his skin. if you're his world, he has to be yours.
chrollo — 6.
you can call this man all sorts of negative labels and each one will apply. immoral? depraved? a murderer? all are perfectly true, he won't claim otherwise. from all the potential insults to sling his way, however, impatient can't be found among them. he's anything but that. his patience is impeccable. otherworldly, at times. he will sit there with a soft smile as you get upset in any manner you wish. he doesn't rush you or interrupt, you're allowed to get it out of your system. it's then that you realize the threat you're dealing with can't be properly understood.
from the list of real winners here, chrollo is the closest to being 'classy.' he holds doors open for you. takes your jacket off when you walk inside. pulls your chair out on dates. for anyone else, these acts would be hollow performances, but for you? oh, he adores every second. he wants to make your heart flutter. feel how your breath hitches as he clasps a necklace around your neck, the chain cold against your clammy skin. observe how your pupils dilate when he rolls his sleeves up to help cook, revealing toned arms.
he takes his time with you. would he love to bend you over and rail you against the nearest surface? absolutely. what he absolutely loves, though, is foreplay. testing how long an indulgent man such as himself can deny his base urges. chrollo wants to see the exact moment you realize that despite everything, you want him. you want him bad enough to discard your pride and accept the affections of someone you once called the devil. the thought alone makes him shudder with anticipation. it's how he maintains control when your skirt rides up or when you brush against him in your sleep.
eye contact is a must when you abandon your inhibitions and let him bed you. the expressions you make when his fingers curl against your walls, as he sinks into you for the first time, when you clench and come undone around him; everything is a delight that gives him such a rush. then there's your visage after you're done. how you wince when he pulls out, his cum seeping down your legs. it's like he can hear each neuron of yours firing away to form a rationalization for why you just let him fuck you.
he's patient, but that just means when he does get what he wants, he'll be starved for everything you can give.
blade — ???
blade either wants to go at it like rabbits or has the self-restraint of an ascetic who committed themselves to celibacy for life. there is no in-between.
his mara suggests that he break your legs and fuck you until eternity itself comes to an end. he possesses enough lucidity to realize he shouldn't do that, regardless of the tiny part of himself that coos over the idea. due to the extreme fantasies that'd cause you irreparable harm should he ever carry them out, blade shoves down his desire that's become intertwined with his mara. this works for a time. sure, you might be unnerved by how he's always staring at you, but at least the integrity of your legs is ensured. how romantic.
because truthfully, no matter how curt his words are or sharp his glare is when you test his patience, he likes you. it's such a childish sentiment that it makes him want to groan with embarrassment. he tried suffocating the budding attachment, going as far away from you as he could, only to come crawling back each time. what if you fell in love? what if you opened your legs for someone else? these fears grow to such a degree that it influences his swordplay. he may or may not have allowed his opponent to skewer his heart, to see if that'd get the traitorous organ to stop pounding away at the thought of you.
this cycle of denying himself of you -> returning with an intensified obsession carries over to his sex drive. even blade doesn't know what will tip him over. it could be you saying his name in a particularly cute voice, how you bite your lip while thinking about something, or just him getting a whiff of your shampoo as he walks by. the next thing he knows, he's throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the closest bed. or couch. even a countertop will do. the abundance's curse on his body extends to his refractory period as well. he gets hard again almost immediately after he cums. especially because you'll be underneath him, out of breath, looking like you're meant to be ravished.
he'll do all the work, you don't have to move a muscle if you're too exhausted. he gives you his release in every way possible. inside you, on your chest, face, mouth, and inside your stomach from all the times you've swallowed his spend.
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Idk if your asks are open, but if they are could I request Alastor with a Teen!Reader that didn't have a lot of support while alive so they clung into him/look up to him?
A Koala and It's Tree ->Platonic! Alastor x Teen reader
Koalas don't tend to leave their home trees. The same can be said for you and Alastor.
You died, a ripe age of 16. Suicide was what it was ruled as, but it wasn't exactly believed by all. Not like the living could ask if you running your car off the highway was on purpose or not.
But the past is the past, torture and turmoil of it all left behind with the life you scorned.
And so you looked forward.
And despite the elusive nature one might assume of hell, you found your people, and like koalas, your home tree.
You found Alastor.
At first, you both hated each other. But, in neigh time you and him became peas in a pod. Mentor y mentè.
He gave you things you've never had, nor experienced. He supported your.. somewhat unorthodox ideas (but who is he to judge) and he took you under his wing in the most trying of times. He cared for you like his own, took you to work, and showed you the ropes hell.
He cared for you, and most of all, he gave you your home. He was your tree (sometimes literally)
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It was an early morning when rapping at your door awoke you, accompanied by a small static sound you've come to associate with the person closest to your family.
Your door creaks open, and a chipper voice rings out;
"Good morning my dear! Why, it's much to late to still be in bed, up! Come now, we've plenty to do.-"
You groan and roll over, trying to cover your face from the light invading your senses as he opened your curtains.
"Now now, you know we've got ourself a meeting with a few other big shots, and it's best we get going now so we can still get to Rosie's to stop by that bakery she's insisting the cats pajamas-"
You groan again, and roll over and uncover your face.
"Man, no cappa, you sound old as balls. Who says cats pajamas?"
"And who says 'cappa' what in the lords name is a cappa"
You roll your eyes, and stand up, cracking your back. As you do so, alastor hands yoi clothes he's picked out for you to wear. He has a overlord meeting, and you guess by Extension it's now "bring your semi-adopted kid work day".
You go get changed in your bathroom, as well as brush your teeth and hair, and other hygienic processes, before stepping out.
"Ah, looking swell as always my dear! Are you ready?"
You nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily, and link your arm with the one he offered you as you drew closer.
Yeah, you've dealt with shit. But, sometimes, it's all worth it when you finally find your family, or in some cases, your tree. (of a semi adopted father)
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A/N: hope this was OK, and hope it was up to par. I tried to go vague ish, but if you wanted more hurt/comfort type stuff you can just lemme know and I'm wiing to make a separate fic. Thank you for requesting, and hope you don't mind I did a little blurb. Lemme know if you had smth else in mind!
Hope it was OK for my first request 👉👈
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Give into me. (König x Reader.)
!CW! NSFW, Smut, rough p in v sex, unprotected sex, König manhandling reader a bit, lot of blood and violence, sex pollen, poorly translated german, (sorry if I missed any.)
This is NOT proofread because I am lazyyyyy. Hope you enjoy :)))))
Your boots make the faintest of sounds as you trek through the forest, it’s dense, the air is cool and it’s humid. It’s something you’ve never experienced before.
You weren’t exactly new to being in the military but you’d had little experience outside of the base considering there wasn’t much war going on as of late, which was a good thing. Until of course another country stuck their nose in business that wasn’t there’s and started one.
You’re in alliance with them, and have to come when they call for you. That’s what friends do.
So here you are, fighting in a war that isn’t yours. In unfamiliar territory. Terrified.
You’re standing close to your Colonel, the massive man is like a shield in front of you. He may be quiet, but he doesn’t hide very easily. He’s a stern man who doesn’t say much. But he offers comfort to you somehow. Being close to him makes you feel better. A whistle leaving his lips has you stopping right in your tracks. Almost running into him. He holds his hand up, motioning for everyone to stop. You don’t know how long you’ve been walking for, or where you’re even going. You’re frozen, and when the first shot rings out, you freeze.
König crouches down from the shots, retreating into the tree line and yelling orders, watching as his soldiers are taken off guard and ambushed. You’re closest to him, finally snapping out of it and jumping out of the line of fire. König grasps hold of your backpack, tugging you into him. “Stay still.” He breathes.
It’s silent.
Your entire group aside from you and König are dead.
You’re staring in shock.
“Konzentriere dich, sieh mich an” he reaches out, holding onto you. “Focus.” He says it again so you understand. “The only way we’re getting out of this alive is to be completely aware of our surroundings.” He breathes. You nod your head. His accent is strong and it makes your head fuzzy. You can hardly focus, ears still buzzing from the gunshots.
Your eyes trail to your mates, who are all dead now. It makes you sick, but this is the harsh truth about the military. You and König manage to slip away unharmed, creeping your way into their base where they are taking refuge. The only way to infiltrate and win is to be quiet and tactical. König’s stealth and ability to stay hidden surprises you. He’s clearly had years of experience. His heart rate stays the same, never elevates. He doesn’t even seem nervous.
Maybe this was the wrong mission for you to come along on. You follow behind him into the building, he’s equipped with a silencer and a knife, which is how he’s killing each of them.
You can’t deny it, and even in the worst time in the world to find someone attractive, he still is. He’s strong and smart. He’s good at what he does.
“Clear.” He mumbles.
You’ve got a knife in your hand. Covered in blood that may or may not be yours anymore. You don’t know. “They’re hiding something here. Time to find out what it is.” He mumbles. You nod your head, following behind him like a lost puppy. You decide you need to stop, show him that you can handle yourself so you branch off. Viewing a couple of the rooms. You don’t see anything, they look just like normal offices to you. Until you step foot into the last one. Your gun is raised, just in case. Pushing the door open. Your eyes widen. “Uh.. Colonel? I think I found what we’re looking for.” You say. He walks in, eyes going wide when he see it.
There are some rats and rabbits in cages, they’re still in tact but there’s something going on. You take a step closer, looking around. Noticing most of the rats have babies in their cages. You look across paperwork, trying to figure out what it is.
König opens up a filing cabinet, it’s full of small silver briefcases. He takes one of them out, opening it up.
There’s 5 small syringes in the briefcases. Bright blue liquid. “Looks like window cleaner.” You smile. Earning an eye roll from him. “You read anything?” He asks. “Reproductive drug.” You nod. He looks confused. “It’s meant to kick your reproductive system into overdrive, meant for people who struggle to conceive. There’s a lot of money in this.” You look at him. He nods. “verrückte Leute” he mumbles under his breath. “What happened to these ones?” He asks. There’s a few rats dead inside of a cage.
“If you don’t.. conceive. You die.” His eyebrows raise, but you can’t see it because of his mask. “Christ..” he mumbles. It’s silent.
Too silent.
A vent being kicked open from above has you both flinching away, hiding behind furniture in the room. You watch above, worried.
You hear the clinking sounds of something falling into the room, landing right in the center. It explodes and blue smoke fills the room. It sends you and König into a coughing fit, exposing you to the drug you’ve just looked at. “Fuck!” He yells. Drawing his gun and firing up into the ceiling. He hears something collapse up above.
“Bleiben Sie sitzen, Sergeant!” He yells. You know what this means, not moving a muscle. You don’t want to die today. Not like the others. Blood begins to drip from the bullet holes in the ceiling, becoming easier to see as the smoke dissipates. König had eliminated your assailant. You stay still, your body starting to feel warm. “Clear.” König says. “For now.” He breathes. He lowers his gun, fastening it back into its holster on his hip. His hands are getting more and more appealing as time passes. Your blood is pumping through you quickly, the only thing on your mind is what he must taste like. What his skin must feel like.
He snaps in front of your face. “Passt auf” his stern voice is enough to make your knees weak. “Sorry Colonel.” You blush, looking down. “We need to find an antidote. Look around.” He says. He’s starting to feel it too, but it’s moving slower through him because of his massive size.
While sifting through papers, your hands are shaky.
The throbbing between your legs is getting harder and harder to ignore and you’re getting distracted. Eyes following König as he sifts through paperwork.
You’re rocking your hips into the chair beneath you, the warmth becoming harder and harder to ignore. “F-fuck-“ you whimper, which draws his eyes to you.
They widen slightly at your appearance. You’ve shed a layer of clothing, all that was left was your shirt and cargo pants. The rest is discarded somewhere in the room. “Are you okay?” He asks. “No- need to find s-something.” A moan leaves your lips. “Anything.” You whimper. Sliding your hips forward again, body begging for some kind of friction. His pupils darken, feeling himself harden in his pants. He needed to find that fucking antidote. Now.
He’s sorting through paperwork, but not finding anything. As he reads across the papers, the only thing going through his mind is the both of you dying at the tail end of a success, he doesn’t want those soldiers dying in vain, for nothing. He stands up, maybe they needed to look in another room. “Come on, wir schauen uns woanders um” he mumbles, pulling you along. The warmth from his hand has your knees buckling again but you catch yourself as he pulls you along. You’ve lost every bit of control you have. You’re seconds away from shedding your pants and relieving the ache between your legs.
He pushes you back into a chair and you tilt your head back, groaning out. König is sweating under his hood, he’s rock hard. He’s desperately searching through paperwork, looking for anything.
Finally, he gets his hands on a paper.
He reads across the paper, but it’s too late.
There are stages to the drug, and you’re both already passed stage 2, which is when the antidote needs to be administered.
It’s fuck or die now.
König sighs. It’s the only choice the both of you have now. “It’s too late.” He breathes. “What?”
“I found the cure but it has to be given sooner. Too late.” He breathes. “So.. what does that mean?” You breathe. “It means.. we give in. oder wir sterben” he breathes. “Fuck..” you whine. You grasp the hem of your shirt, you can’t take it anymore. You need his hands on you. “König, please.” You breathe. “I know you feel it too.” You pant. He moves closer, kneeling down in front of you. “What do you want me to do?” He breathes. “Just..” you reach for his hand, placing it on your own thigh. “Please- fuck me Colonel.” You mewl, pushing your hips forward. He breathes. He chews on his lips nervously. If he does this, there’s no going back.
He pushes his hand up your thigh, higher. Feeling you tense up, pushing your hips closer to him.
“Scheiß drauf” they’re the only words out of his mouth before he closes the distance between the both of you, pulling you down onto the ground and pushing the chair back away from you. He hovers himself over you, tugging his hood off. Right now, he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was feeling how tight you’d be around him. He tugs his gear off, you start pulling the remainder of your clothes off beneath him as well. Once he’s got himself exposed enough, he’s burying himself into you.
The relief you feel seems impossible, it feels like fireworks are going off in your stomach.
You can’t stay still beneath him, squirming. You can hardly stay quiet.
Despite how desperate he was, König was still on high alert, which is how he managed to hear footsteps. He clamps a hand over your mouth, reaching for his gun. He halts his thrusts for just a second. You rock your hips up into him, he flinches at the pleasure. “Ah- Y/N. Stop it for a second.” When you don’t stop, raising your hips into him over and over for any friction, he groans out. “Verdammt, Liebling” he breathes, just then, a man steps into the doorway. His eyes going wide. “What the fu-“ König pulls the trigger before he can even finish his sentence, throwing his gun down and rocking his hips into yours. He grasps hold of you, lifting you up with him. He stands up straight with you. He backs you up into a wall, holding you steady as he he fucks into you harder. He can’t seem to focus on anything but you. Doesn’t care that he’s just killed a man while he’s buried deep inside of you, and it doesn’t seem like you care much either.
“So desperate.. didn’t even flinch.” He breathes. “dreckiges Mädchen”
He wraps his hands around you, squeezing you tight and holding you still as he rocks his big cock up into your weeping hole. You can’t stay quiet, whining out as he fucks into you. “Colonel, please-“ you whimper. “So so good.”
He bites down onto your shoulder, feeling you tense up in his grasp. Another string of moans leaving your lips. You can’t get enough of him, no matter what.
König feels like he could spend hours inside of you. Rocking his sensitive cock into your hole until neither of you can take anymore. Rubbed raw and sore from the friction. He’s getting close, he can barely handle it. He’s got to make you his. Fill you full of him. He grits his teeth. “Ah! Going to cum-“ he gasps. He sits back into a chair, and you lift yourself up onto him, riding his cock through his high. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you move against him. He cries out, cock twitching hard as he fills you up with his cum. Gasping out at you overstimulating him. You keep riding him, desperate for your own release. He’s sensitive but he’s not the kind of man willing to deny you of an orgasm. Not like this. “Fuck- riding my cock like this.. like a fucking bitch in heat.” He growls. Rocking his hips up into you. Thrusting up as you ride him like your life depends on it.
“Nimm was du willst, I’ll give it to you.” He breathes. A cry leaves your mouth from deep in your throat. One last thrust up from him has you crumbling, sending you spiraling. It’s by far the hardest you’ll ever cum. You raise your hips up once more, sliding back down onto him and halting. Cockwarming him as you sit there, coming down from your high. His hands are still at your hips, gripping you. You’ve still got your head buried into the crook of his neck, panting into him.
When you finally pull away, getting a good look at him, you breathe out. “I’m sorry.” You blush. He smiles. “Nothing to be sorry for. Let’s get the hell out of here, talk later.” He breathes. His English is very blunt, but he’s trying.
You gather up all of your clothing and everything else you’d need, preparing yourselves for exfil. You didn’t know how this was going to work.
As you wait for the exfil chopper, he finally looks at you through his hood. Loving eyes glaring down at you. This mission should’ve never happened. But despite the death toll, despite everything that went wrong. The newfound feelings for your colonel. The baby that was most likely to come from this. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
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Entwined (Ch. 1)
Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Since your youth, the relationship between Melissa and you has been complicated. In all of your years knowing her, she just can't admit that she isn't as straight as she thinks.
Warnings: Toxic Melissa, smut, and very veiled internalized homophobia
Authors Note: If ya like it, let me know and I'll write more.
On and off.
That’s how you would describe your relationship with Melissa to your closest friends. They would inevitably roll their eyes and make a face, annoyed with how Melissa had you wrapped around her finger.
It started in high school. She would start dating a new guy, he would leave her unsatisfied in more ways than one, and then she would find those missing pieces of her relationship in you.
You were best friends after all…. and best friends would do anything for each other, right?
The first night you spent together was always vivid in your memories. Her green eyes flashing with mischief before she took your hand and pulled it to her thigh. Mel told you how badly she was aching, how it was almost painful. That she needed her best friend to help resolve what her boyfriend couldn’t.
She knew about your sexual orientation. She knew how hard it was for you to date. When you hesitated, Mel said it was like practicing for when you had a girlfriend. Only if she knew how beautiful you found her to be… that she was only making things harder for you.
Young and naive, you gladly accepted her offer - desire flooding your senses as soon as she drew your hands to her body. She guided you through every motion and step, telling you exactly what she liked. Like a sponge, you soaked up every word and memorized every fraction of her body. Never wanting to forget a thing.
Little did you know the knowledge would come in handy again… and again… and again.
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“I should probably get going.” Mel breathed as she pushed herself into an upright position. You had been bathing in the afterglow of your sexual dalliance when you must have looked at her too yearningly. She didn’t want you getting too attached.
“I wouldn’t mind if you stayed. It’s no big deal.” You tried to shrug off her wanting to leave so soon. It was best if you played it cool rather than let her know how much you really wanted her after all these years.
It was clear she didn’t give much thought to your statement. Slipping out from under your sheets, Melissa snatched up her underwear and bra from the floor. She was always in such a rush after you were finished, “I don’t want the neighbors gettin’ the wrong idea.”
That's what she had always told you - ‘I’m not gay.’
For years, you always had a biting remark in return.
‘Yeah. It’s not like you just spent a half hour between my legs or anything.’
“What? Worried they might think you’re gay?” Your words were twinged with venom. Now, rather than wait for her to make the excuse, you threw it back in her face. It always irked you that she could say such a thing to you given all you had experienced with one another.
“A woman can enjoy the company of women and not be gay.”
You scoffed, unable to contain yourself, “You’re delusional.”
Melissa’s lip curled and her brow furrowed. She always hated when you would get pissy with her, so she decided to snap back at you as she clipped her bra in the back, “I don’t need your shit, okay? I came here for a good time after my shitty date.”
You faked a smile and let the sarcasm drip from your tongue. “Glad to help.”
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You knew the relationship wasn’t healthy, but this is how it always went.
She would call. She would come over. You would fuck. She would want to leave right after. You would get pissed. Then you wouldn’t speak until she wanted back in your bed.
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You gathered saliva in your mouth and then pushed your tongue between her folds, drenching Melissa’s sweet cunt in your spit.
After the last sexual dalliance, you told yourself you wouldn’t end up on your knees for her again. But 45 minutes ago you received a partial nude from the redhead, and she had you reeled back in once more. It was a scandalous picture of her standing in front of her bedroom mirror with her hand between her legs. The caption she sent with the photo was ‘Missing you.’
While it was infuriating she could send a picture at random like that, you were in your car minutes later ready to drive over to her house.
Your hands gripped behind her knees, keeping a gentle pressure to make sure she was spread wide for you. Her hands were buried in your hair to prevent you from lifting your face away from her swollen heat. But in all honesty, you weren’t planning on going anywhere until she came all over your tongue.
“Oh, fuck!” Mel whined, pushing her hips up to grind against your face. Her enjoyment made you smile, and sadly, a small ounce of hope lingered in the back of your mind that maybe you could fuck her good enough that she would want to be with you.
“Yesyesyesyes… God, you are incredible.” Melissa hissed out, chasing her orgasm through rough bucks of her hips.
You pulled back, fighting against the grip for her hands. You provided her with a singular lick to her cunt and then paused, teasing her, “You want to come?”
“Yes~”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl…” You hummed, pulling away entirely to retrieve the strap.
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She had barely recovered from taking a pseudo-rage filled fucking when she crawled from bed. Her legs wobbled underneath herself as she wrapped herself in a robe, trying to make it clear a third round wouldn’t be an option. “I guess you better be goin’.”
“Sounds good.” You took the hint with grace, choosing to let her statement roll off your back rather than stewing on it. You slipped from the bed, unclasped Melissa’s strap (that she kept around just for you), and tossed the sex toy on the bed. You then proceeded to get ready in silence, not offering anything to Melissa that might display your displeasure.
The redhead was slowly unnerved by your silence as you zipped up your trousers and pulled your shirt over your head. She stared at her nail beds, trying to start casual conversation, “Gary proposed.”
You glanced up at her quickly, brow furrowed in angry questioning. While you were not proud of how easily Mel could reel you in, you wouldn’t have come if she was still in a relationship let alone engaged.
Melissa noticed your incredulous look and finished explaining, “I said no.”
You breathed out a scoff as you tucked your phone in your back pocket and scooped up your sweater off the floor. “That sounds about right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Melissa was clearly unhappy with your tone, but you refused to glance her way - slightly enraging her further.
Swiping your wallet and car keys from the bedside table you finally glanced over to where Mel sat on the edge of the bed. It was difficult to tell if she was more angry or embarrassed by your criticism, “I’ve learned the hard way, Mel. You’re hardly one to be tied down by something as trivial as love.”
Melissa was left speechless by your blatant honesty, and she could only stare as you gave her a curt nod, “I’ll see you around.”
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She wasn’t gone for a half hour when you received a text from her - ‘Again tomorrow night? ;)’
It immediately forced you to roll your eyes. How you loved and hated that she was like this. One moment she would be so oppositional to any form of attachment, and then the moment someone ‘played hard to get’ with her, she would be fiending for their attention.
What was worse is that you were no better than her. You replied almost automatically - ‘I am off at 4. Come over whenever.’
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okok you can make this super fluffy or u can add smut if you’d like, i don’t have a preference. i also can literally see this in my head so i’m sorry if there’s too much lolol. but basically reader + the triplets have been best friends since they were like 6, but reader and nick are closest. she’s had a crush on matt for ages and basically matt finally realizes what he feels (even though anyone w two eyes could see) and kisses her, but they get caught by nick and matt kinda runs out, later being scolded by nick saying smtg like “why are you doing this? she doesn’t need you breaking her heart over and over again anymore.” after that he confesses and at first she thinks he’s fucking w her before realizing he’s being genuine
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matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary - this rec ^^
warnings - kissing, fluff, swearing, use of y/n (i think thats all)
word count - 2400??
NOT PROOFREAD
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me and the triplets have been best friends for as long as i remember. i honestly think i gained consciousness when i was with them. we have spent countless summers together just playing around outside. showing off our new toys, board games and just growing up together.
we were all inseparable from the moment i met them and have pretty much experienced everything with them. i was always super close with chris and he was even my first kiss at the ripe age of 8. nick and i met first during baseball practice and i was the only girl on the team. nick is my best friend in the whole world and that never changed as we grew up. matt and i are very different people. we always got along and played together as kids but as i grew up i developed feelings for him. i had an eye for him ever since we were 13 when he ditched his date and took me to 8th grade formal because no one else would. he was always my knight in shining armor.
i always thought he was attractive but as time went on i grew to love everything about him. i confided in nick about my feelings when i was 15 and have continued to express my feelings for matt to him. nick promised me that this would be the only secret he would ever keep from his brother and he has kept it for 2 years now.
which brings us to present day.
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matt was driving me home from school since nick and chris were hanging out with their friends after school.
“did you see that amount of homework our history teacher gave us, i was ready to walk out the second she gave me that booklet.” i say. “oh i fucking know she can be ridiculous.” matt replies. he was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other tapping his fingers on the centre console to the music we were listening to. “matt.” i ask looking at the size of my booklet, “hmm?” he says watching the road. “do you think we can work on these together i really dont think i can get this done on my own.” i mumble, he chuckles looking over at me “i was just about to ask you the same thing.” he smiles.
“ok ill drive over later i need to do some things at home before i start homework.” i breathe. “sounds good.” he says.
once matt dropped me home i immediately began getting ready. although i would never admit it, i always tried my best to look my best when i was around matt. even though we have known each other for years i never wanted him to think i was unattractive.
growing up and watching the girls matt would take on dates and have all of those ‘firsts’ with always crushed me. he never knew it but he broke my heart countless times. the worst time was when we were 15 and he came to me nick and chris after hanging out with his first girlfriend and told us he lost his virginity. that was the night i confessed to nick my feelings for his brother. i spent the rest of that weekend crying in my room about matt when he did nothing to hurt me, i was just in my own head about loving him since i was 13. its safe to say nothing has changed since then and i have continued to be in love with him and i am now currently 17.
- later that night - 6:15 pm
i arrived to their house and walked in after being greeted by their mom and a hug from her. their mom treated me like my own as i was at their house more than i was at my own. she told me that there was dinner left over since chris and nick werent home if i wanted some.
of course all i wanted to do was just hangout with matt.
i made my way up the stairs to matts room to find him playing a game on his computer with headphones on. i walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. “oh y/n you scared the shit out of me.” he breathes clearly startled. i laugh and walk over to his bed and plop down on it. “i actually think i would rather step on nails for a day than do this history bullshit.” i sigh.
matt chuckles while shutting off his computer and grabbing his history booklet and sitting down on his bed. we both got right to work going from looking in our textbooks, to writing down answers, copying the answers from each other and wording them differently. we continued that same process for about an hour before my hand felt like it was going to fall off.
“oh my god matt i cannot do this anymore we need to take a break.” i sigh laying down on my back. “me too i think my head will explode if i keep going.” he agrees. i close my eyes and get comfortable in his bed while he grabs his phone and starts scrolling on it eventually turning it to my face “what do you think of her.” he asks showing me a girl that is in our history class. i just raise my shoulders in response. “words would be more helpful you know.” he chuckles. “i dont know shes the same as the past 3 girls you have been with.” i blankly reply. he hums in response and goes back to scrolling. “so helpful.” he says jokingly rolling his eyes.
“you never really like any of the girls i talk to huh?” he blurts. i freeze not knowing how to respond, i dont know matt maybe because ive been in love with you for years but your too stubborn to fucking notice it? i obviously wanted to scream I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE SINCE I WAS 13, at him but i didnt. my face goes blank and i just turn away from him and go back to resting my eyes even tho i know it wont last long. while me and matt had a great relationship as friends i always shut down when it came to moments like these. matt knows when something is wrong, all the fucking time. its frustrating in moments like these when i am literally mad at him for showing me a girl hes interested in but of course i cant tell him that.
“ok snap out of it what is your problem now?” he snaps. “matt i dont have a problem.” i state lying through my teeth. “anyone from a mile away can read that you are upset right now so just tell me what the issue is so i can fix it.” he pleads. “matt can you drop it.” i huff twars brimming my eyes, “no.” he pauses “why do you keep doing this, you always shut me out when theres a problem. i know that your upset and you know that i know your upset, just tell me whats wrong.” he explains.
“matt i cant.” i say as tears spill out. he lifts his hand to turn me over to see that im crying, his face saddens. i instinctually cover my eyes and sit up.
“theres clearly something wrong, what happened why cant you open up to me anymore.” he says. i sniffle and get up to use the bathroom. i couldnt stand to even look him in the eye. not knowing the strong feelings i have for him.
j went into the bathroom and broke down. i never broke like that in front of him before. every time this has happened i usually just go home and deal with it or complain to nick. this time i was looking him right in the eye and he saw what he made me feel. matts not and idiot he definitely knows why that upset me. if he didnt have a hunch that i was in love with him before he absolutely knows now. everything ive held in for the past 4 years has spilled out and i dont know how to handle what will happen when i walk back in to that room.
knock knock
“y/n can you open the door.” he says in a quiet tone. i put my hand on the handle and press my other hand to the door. “deep breaths” i keep repeating to myself. i crack the door open and matt sees me mascara on my face. puffy eyes and a sniffily mess. he grabs my face and either side and wipes away my tears. i just watch him as he does this. he moves forward to get closer and slowly connects our lips. i immediately melt into his touch and start kissing him back, wrapping my hands around his on my face.
we continue kissing as i wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer as he smiles into the kiss. i heavily breathe in as he slips his tongue into my mouth. my heart beats faster at the new feeling. i always imagined kissing matt but this is better than what i ever could have imagined. he moves one hand from my face and places it on my hip.
“what. the. fuck.” i hear nick say from behind.
we both stop and turn around and nick and chris standing behind us.
“nick please dont be mad.” i plead. “i will talk to you in a minute y/n” he says point at me “matt go to your room with me.” nick says sticking his hand in the direction of matts room.
matts pov
my heart was beating so fast as nick followed me into my room. kissing his best friend what was i thinking. she was my best friend too but their relationship was always closer but its still no excuse.
“what the fuck are you doing kissing y/n?” he yells, i open my mouth to speak but he interrupts me. “do you know how much you have fucked with her already.” he exclaims.
now im confused.
“you have been messing with y/n’s head for years now and you have spent the past four years breaking her heart over and over, she doesnt need you doing it again.”
i pause i thinking about his words rubbing my hands over my face.
“she has spent everyday loving you since we were 13 and has watched you countless times talk to girls and being girls around and she has always kept it in as to how she feels. unless you truly have feelings for her that to you was nothing. but matt, what just happened right there.” nick says shaking his head, “just might hurt her more than anything you could ever have done to her.” nick breathes before walking out of my room.
y/n’s pov
i walked into chris’ room after what happened and just cried as he watched me spiral. he surprisingly had nothing to say and the silence of the situation made it even worse. i was freaking the fuck out. i never anticipated kissing matt and especially not his brother, my best friend catching us.
nick walks in to chris’ room “y/n are you ok?” he asks. i look at him and just break down. he walks over and sits down on the bed with me and chris. chris friendly pats me on the shoulder and i smile at him “thanks chris.” i say and he gives me a warm smile.
we hear a knock on the door and see matt open it. “y/n please can i talk to you.” he says and nick looks at me with worry written all over his face. “its ok.” i whisper as i get up and nod at matt.
we close the door behind us and he begins. “nick just told me ive been breaking your heart since we were 13.” he breathes, “why didnt you say anything before.”
“matt i couldnt.” i say tears threatening to come out of my eyes again. matt looks at me with concern. “dont, dont look at me like that. you never felt anything for me now dont start now because you feel bad for me.” i say now feeling angry at him. “y/n but thats the thing, i always felt something for you. anyone with eyes can see that. you know that i never let any girl come into my presence without asking your approval, your the most important girl to me in the world nothing can ever change that.” he says looking at the ground. “bullshit.” i huff. “i dont believe you, if you really ever had feelings for me you would have seen that i loved you for 4 years.” i say tears pooling out of my eyes but i dont care, “4 years matt. ive been seeing you with girls for years envious of their life and then you pass them on like their nothing.” i say putting a finger to his chest. “4 years i had to keep this to myself to prevent it from ruining years of friend ship, not just between us but between your family.” i say pushing my finger on his chest harder and he steps back. “4 years that i had to get my heart broken by someone who didnt give a shit about me.” i say walking towards him now pushing him harder, crying even harder now.
he wraps his arms around me and i fight out of his grip. he doesnt let go as i stuggled but eventually i grow tired and just clutch on to him like if i let go i would fall. “im sorry.” he says petting my hair and i cry into his chest. “you know that i would never hurt you, you are the one person besides my brother that i care about the most.” he says resting his chin on my head. “i love you.” he says. i look up at him from his grip. i moved up to his face finding his lips and connecting them once more. this kiss more sweet than the last.
“ive waited to hear that since i was 13.”
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Could you do the sex alphabet with Bi-Han please! I love your work!
Thanks sm!! I've gotten a few requests for him, so!
Bi-Han NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
If you've read my Johnny NSFW one, I mentioned that it took him awhile to get used to the idea of aftercare. I think Bi-Han is the same way. He's cold at first, and it's not because he doesn't care, just because he thinks that what he does is enough. Eventually, he learns to listen to you, and aftercare becomes a normal thing. Communication baby!
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
He likes his arms. He's strong, and he's proud of that fact. You like his arms too, to be fair. As for you, he really likes your chest. No matter what kind of chest you have, he likes that he's able to just fall into it after a long day, and let himself be without any expectation. You're a safe space for him.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Either in you or on your face, either way, it's going to mark you as his. If he cums on your face, he likes to hold your jaw and look at you, praising you for how perfect you look, just for him. Oh, and he'll absolutely eat you out after he cums in you.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He'd love it if you teased him during trainings or meetings, just enough so it's close to being public, but not entirely. He likes the idea of the danger of it, that closeness to being caught. Of course, if you do decide to tease him, he's going to find the closest private place and fuck you until your legs are shaking.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's had a few flings, but nothing close to what you two have. There's love in this relationship, and he really cherishes it. He's going to take his time with you, and he'll put more focus on your pleasure.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
Lotus position. Let him be romantic! He likes that he gets to be so close to you, and he'll run his hands up and down your body and whisper praise into your ear. Again, he feels safe with you, so he likes a position that makes him feel just as safe.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
He treats sex as a romantic, serious thing, so no, he isn't going to be cracking many jokes. You might be able to get a grin out of him if you joke around, but he isn't going to be the one initiating that. Sometimes this means he gets into his own head during sex, but luckily, you're there to pull him out of it.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Fairly groomed? Like enough that it's neat, but not fully shaved. He doesn't care if you shave, so why should he care if he does?
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
Like I said, he's SO intimate and romantic. Praising you, holding you. Moments like this are when he can put his guard down. He's still stoic, of course, but he manages to be that without being, well, cold. Basically worships you, he wants nothing more than to make this good for you.
J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)
Barely ever. He thinks it's undignified. But sometimes you're away, and he misses you, and he can't help it. Overall, though, he's not going to.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Temperature play. You guys KNEW this one was coming. Will hold ice on your clit while he eats you out. He loves to watch you squirm and know that he's the one who can make you fall apart like this.
Bondage. On you, specifically. Likes to tie your hands above your head while his hands travel across your skin, teasing you just so. He likes to hear you whine and beg him to hurry up, but no, he's taking his time. Oh, and expect blindfolds as well.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
In your bed, obviously, as it's the most private and intimate. But again, remember how I said he wants you to tease him? He can ABSOLUTELY be persuaded to fuck you in the corner of the training room or somewhere sort of public. It's not often, but it's rough and hot
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Run your hands across anywhere. His shoulders, his arms, his chest. Your touch literally makes him dizzy. Whisper in his ear, too, and he'll loose every inch of composure.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He's not a sub. Nope. It's just not going to happen. He likes to be in control, and he's already vulnerable with you during sex. There's just a certain feeling that comes with being a sub that makes him uncomfortable.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He REALLY likes to fuck your face. He'll run his fingers through your hair and tell you how good you're being for him, how pretty you look ruined like this. With giving, though, it's different. He's going to take his sweet time with it, teasing you until you're begging him to cum. And, just when you're about to, he'll back off. Evil, he is.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Both. You can never be sure, but he'll obviously go at the pace most comfortable for you. It's usually slower, but sometimes he just wants to be rough with you, and leave you begging for more.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Rarely. Again, sex is intimate and important in your relationship, and to him, quickies cheapen that.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Willing to try things. He's into bondage, so he can be persuaded into other things. So long as he's dominant.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He has STAMINA. He'll go for a long time. Really into orgasm delay, so you are in for a TIME.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He's fine if you have them, but he doesn't really like using them in bed. He wants all of your pleasure to come from him. Call him selfish, but it's what he likes.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
RUTHLESS. SUCH A TEASE. You'll be whining and begging for him, and he'll still make your wait for your orgasm.
"You're already begging? But I've barely touched you."
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He'll grunt and swear, but he's quiet overall. Goes back to wanting to keep sex between the two of you.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
As much as he likes to be dominant in bed, if you're cuddling, he is absolutely going to cuddle into you, hold his head on your chest, etc. He'll mumble about how it's embarrassing, but you tell him there's nothing to fear. Run your hands through his hair, please, it's soothing for him.
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Longer than he is thick, but still big. You can take him well.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Thought he wasn't that horny, and then he started dating you, and he honestly surprises himself. Wants you as often as he can have you. Almost needy for you.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He won't fall asleep until you do. He likes to watch you fall asleep, and know that you're just as safe as he is.
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depend on me | jjk hybrid
summary | you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind
warnings | 13.1k words, bunnygirl!reader x human!jungkook, childhood friends, ddlg undertones, smut, rough smut, hybrid smut, oral sex, slight dubcon but not actually, breeding kink, daddy kink, table sex, jk shows you how strong he is, riding, rutting, cunnilingus, use of pet names, overprotective koo, dirty talk, past relationships, friends to lovers, AGE GAP [FOUR YEARS] heat cycle
Deja vu was never anything he was new too. Technically, he’s only experienced a couple times before but he remembers each time vividly. Jungkook doesn’t actually know if this counts as deja vu though.
It’s not a sense that he’s done this before, it’s more of a fact. He’s been in this same situation before, a few actually. It’s been so long though his brain short-circuits when it fishes the memories out his head. He visualizes them at the same time, side by side watching them quickly clone into even more times this has happened.
He feels bad every time it happens. He can’t imagine it feels nice to be the apparent cause of this so he always felt bad for you. But you should be the last thing on his mind during these times, he just can’t help it. He doesn’t like seeing you get the blame. It wasn’t your fault, it never was. If it was anyone’s fault it was his. He’s the one who never tries hard.
But still, even as he knows this, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. He lets it happen over and over again because he literally does not know how to change it from happening. There’s only one way for it to stop apparently but he was never going to do that.
“I’m just asking you to prioritize me as your girlfriend instead of Y/n.”
“It feels like you pay more attention to her than me.”
That’s the Deja vu part. It tends to be along the same lines so he calls it deja vu. Some girls might call it a red flag but he can’t understand why. He never understood why every girl was so bothered by it.
He never understood the constant dislike toward you. Okay sure you weren’t the nicest but you weren’t the meanest either. In his eyes you were nothing but a sweet bunny. It’s like no one can understand his friendship with you, they always expected something more lingering under the surface even if there was nothing there.
“I don’t get why I’m always the problem,” you sighed shaking your head as you looked at your friend, “It’s like they’re looking for someone to blame and I just happen to be the person for the job.”
“Oh please stop bullshitting,” Jimin rolled his eyes sorting through his hand of cards, “You are the problem. It’s all because of your lifetime crush on Jeon Jungkook.”
Other than Jungkook one of your closest friends is Jimin. He lives right next door and being some of the only hybrids on your floor you’ve managed to get close. Jungkook wasn’t too thrilled at first especially knowing Jimin was a hybrid as well but he couldn’t do anything about it. Jimin was a snow leopard hybrid with a long fluffy spotted tail that you loved petting and it was good for you to interact with others similar to you.
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes sinking lower into your spot on the couch thinking back to what he was trying to tell you. Alright, fine. Yeah that was part of the problem but you always thought you were good at hiding it. You’ve been hiding it from Jungkook for years. Before you could plead your side of things your phone distracted you. It vibrated once with another text from Jungkook displaying—the fourth in the last ten minutes.
jungkook | I’m starting to think I really am the problem
y/n | no I am remember
jungkook | whatever I’m on my way home
“Ugh! I’m always put second!” Jimin whined throwing a pillow at you when you let your cards go to respond. You rolled your eyes setting your phone back down, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about being your best friend. Jungkook shouldn’t count since you’re in love with him,” Jimin said with a scoff as he reached for the pack and started putting the cards away. His tail was behind him swaying rhythmically making your eyes focus on the movement, your little fluff tail twitching.
“You have to stop saying that, he’s on his way,” you sighed making yourself comfortable on the couch as you stuck an arm out to reach for the spotted tail of his, “And you are my best friend. Jungkook is…”
“Jungkook is Jungkook, I know, it’s complicated,” he said mockingly like he’s heard you say it before, though he has. He sat next to you allowing you to pet his tail, “But if you’re not dating then you’re friends which means he’s actually your best friend and I’m just a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.”
You smiled as you got up throwing yourself over Jimin in what you would call an embrace if he wasn’t fighting it so hard, “You are my best friend.”
“Is this a bad time?”
Both of your heads turned toward the door as Jungkook came in. He was taking his shoes off looking between you two with furrowed brows. You sat back fixing your hair as you released Jimin’s tail and looked up at Jungkook. He went to his room discarding his stuff before coming back to where the two of you were. He gave one more look to Jimin who was hitting the tip of his tail against your nose making it scrunch up while you giggled.
When Jungkook sat down you turned to look at him scooting closer until you were planted on his lap and his arms wrapping around your waist. Your nose twitched at the overwhelming scent of tangy perfume his latest girlfriend loved to wear and you didn’t like it. He let you nuzzle your face into his neck trying to scent him and rid the smell of some other girl.
It was always like this with Jungkook, he just never seemed to catch on why you did it and you’d never admit it. Of course you loved Jungkook, he was the sweetest human you’d ever met. Ever since you were kids he was always the one to comfort you after bullies pulled on your ears or got paint on your white fluffy tail.
Jungkook had always been one of the older neighborhood kids in your apartment complex. You’d lived there all your life and after school you would spend all your time at the complex park and walkways. Jungkook was four years older than you so you kept your distance at first. It wasn’t until you were five years old that a nine year old Jungkook approached you.
He’d been playing with his human friends when one kid decided to throw a rock at the little bunny hybrid playing by themselves—you were always playing by yourself. Jungkook remembers telling the kid to leave you alone, that you weren’t doing anything but they never listened. His friends made fun of him for sticking up for some hybrid but that never stopped him. Instead, he’d approached the small girl with droopy white bunny ears crying under a tree. He sat with you the entire afternoon trying to comfort you, telling you how cute you were compared to those little girls who were mean to you. He’d tell you not to waste your tears on them and that he’d protect you.
Just like that one afternoon turned into more. Jungkook had practically taken you under his wing forcing his friends to be nice to the bunny and leaving when they weren’t. He’d bandage up your bloody knees from tripping and wash off any dye thrown on your white ears. Kids were cruel to you growing up and Jungkook had made it his mission to always be there for you.
In middle school and high school it was harder for him to see you since he was a teenage boy with changing emotions. Girls his age and older caught his attention and he’d spend his afternoons with friends at arcades or game rooms. He’d make out with girls at parties and drink like all his other friends. To be honest he hardly thought about you in these situations.
When he would get home if he’d see you around he’d ask how you were doing but that was it. You were still the growing bunny hybrid he’d grown to care for so he always felt guilty when he couldn’t see you for a couple days. He practically had seen you grow up and put up with so much torment from your peers that he wanted to be the one who was there for you. The problem was your age difference, he couldn’t be hanging out with you all the time without people looking at him weird so he had to stop. He took your number instead so that you can rant to him about whatever you wanted and he’d respond.
His friends made fun of you every time they saw you. They’d poke at Jungkook and call you his girlfriend or his pet and he’d argue with them over it. There never understood his relationship with you and he never went into detail. In reality he just wanted to protect you. He’d always see you getting picked on outside and he never saw your parents. All he saw was a little kid always outside by themself and his need to comfort had never changed.
Maybe it had something to do with having an older brother but Jungkook always craved to have someone look up at him like that. To feel secure because he was around and trust that he’d be there through anything. You made him feel that way.
So, after he graduated high school and was moving to Seoul for university it had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Having to tell you he was moving away was so hard, he still remembers seeing little 14 year old you crying. You yelled at him that day, told him you didn’t need him anyway and that he could go and never come back for all you care. That had hurt him more than his break up from his high school girlfriend. You’d ran off into your house and he couldn’t do anything about it.
If it wasn’t for his parents telling him of the little hybrid Jungkook used to be friends with moving to Seoul he would’ve never known. He tried visiting during breaks but as time passed his life had gotten busy. Four years after he left and you graduated you reunited again. He called you asking what your plan was when you got to Seoul and in the end he asked if you wanted to move in with him until you figured out what to do.
That was three years ago when you were 18, now you were 21 and the two of you still lived together as roommates.
“Kookie!” You whined wiggling off his lap when his fingers played with your tail, you crashed into Jimin scooting back, “You’re not even listening!”
Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts turning to look at you. His brow arched, “Hm?”
You rolled your eyes at him, “I asked what happened between you and Yuna.”
He let out a sigh running a hand over his face. He looked at Jimin wishing he was anywhere but here. He’d rather talk to just you but that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. With a shrug he said, “Well she basically said I don’t prioritize her and that she wishes I’d give her more attention.”
You made a pout shaking your head, “But you do prioritize her!” Jimin nudged you from behind but you ignored it. You knew what Jimin was thinking. He was wanting to know why you always did this to yourself. Why you never told Jungkook how you felt about him and instead let him go on and date whoever he wanted and then her upset when they break up.
You had a reason for it, of course you did. It was pretty simple too. You have always had a crush on Jungkook but you also have always known he’s different. He’s popular, he’s attractive, he’s nice. He doesn’t have any sort of quirk like pointed ears and a tail. He was the perfect example of a human male. He was always sought after by girls for as long as you could remember, girls who didn’t have anything off about them either and you just didn’t compete. So instead you bottled your feelings in hopes of staying by his side even if it was just as friends.
“I thought so too Bun,” Jungkook shrugged standing up and walking away. Jimin let out a sigh, “I’m gonna get going, I’ve got work in an hour.”
You waved him goodbye and made yourself comfortable on the couch. You watched Jungkook move around in the kitchen probably preparing dinner but you couldn’t think about food right now.
Right now all you could think about was the fact that yet another relationship of his was ruined because of you. You just don’t get it. Any time Jungkook introduces you to a girl he’s seeing you’re always on your best behavior. You’re nice and patient, you keep your distance from him and you try and make them feel comfortable whenever they’re over. Just because you couldn’t have him didn’t mean you wanted him to be alone. You wanted him to be happy and if he thinks whoever he is seeing will make him happy than you try your hardest to play nice. But it’s like no matter what you did it never worked. They always grew to hate you, always asked why you lived with him, why you couldn’t go off on your own. One even told you that the only reason he keeps you around is because he pities you—safe to say Jungkook never spoke to that girl again. Still, maybe they were right.
Maybe Jungkook really did just pity you like he had when you were kids and didn’t know how to ask you to leave. Maybe you were just taking up space, his personal space. You remember when he asked if you had a place to stay coming to Seoul. You’d told him now and he’d offered up his art studio to be your bedroom. He moved his things out and put a bed in for you.
Jungkook was in the middle of dicing up some vegetables for you, he was going to make soup with all of your favorite ingredients which were mostly greens. He looked up from his spot in the kitchen finding you laying down on the couch. Your ears dropped over your eyes and you were curled into yourself hugging one of the throw pillows. With furrowed brows he set the knife down wiping his hands clean before walking over to you. He took a seat at your feet, “What’s wrong?”
You didn’t say anything taking the pillow and pulling it over your head to hide under. His hand found it’s way to your back rubbing small circles, “Come on bunny tell me what’s wrong.”
You shook your head moving the pillow with and he sighed. He reached for the pillow trying to take it out of your grip only for you to turn on your stomach digging your face into the cushion. He let out a sigh taking your arm to pull you up into a sitting position before bringing you over to his lap, “What’s wrong?”
His lip stuck out in a pout when he looked over you face finding a stray tear slip from your eye. His heart broke at the sight and he was rushing to wipe it away, “Why are you crying?”
“Because it’s my fault,” you let out a sigh, “I ruined another relationship of your—“
“No, honey you didn’t,” his brows furrowed as he shook his head, “Don’t blame yourself when it had nothing to do with you.”
You were smaller than him in height which made it easier for him to coddle you but as he tried to you stood up. He called out for you but you ran to your room leaving him to trail after you only took her the door slammed in his face. He tried the doorknob knocking, “Come on Y/n don’t do this, let’s just have dinner and not think about it anymore.”
Still, you ignored him leaving him to eat all by himself and head to bed without seeing you again.
“Jungkook you just don’t get it,” Namjoon shook his head letting out a sigh as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Jungkook was in the middle of telling his group of friends what happened last week. You’ve been avoiding him the last couple of days and he doesn’t get why. He’s told you over and over again that his recent break up was not your fault. It was Yuna’s. She wanted to break up with him and she chose to blame you for it when you were nothing but nice to her. He’d see the way you’d come running with a smile offering her cookies and cake only for her to turn you down.
He was hoping talking to his friends would help him clear his mind but it seems to be having the opposite effect. Yoongi was brushing his tail as he spoke, “You know why this keeps happening but you want to act like it’s not a problem.”
Namjoon nodded, “Exactly. I’ve just got one question for you, okay?”
With a sigh Jungkook nodded waiting to hear what he’d have to say. He was thankful for the friends he’s made over the last couple of years. They were much more open minded than his friends back home but maybe it had something to do with their diversity. Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jin were all human with no extra perk while Yoongi and Hoseok were hybrids. Yoongi was a calico cat hybrid and Hoseok was a ferret. The group was balanced and diverse so they were much easier to talk to about his problems than his friends back home. Still, they didn’t seem to be on his side today.
“Say the next girl you meet is the one,” Namjoon began looking straight at Jungkook as they all sat around a table trying to have lunch between work shifts, “She’s everything you look for in a partner, you can genuinely see yourself spending the rest of your life with her. Let’s say she doesn’t mind your friendship with Y/n but she asks for one thing.”
Jungkook held his breath waiting for Namjoon to finish. Namjoon goes on, “She wants to spend the rest of her life with you and all she asks is for you and her to move in together. She wants Y/n to live somewhere else because it’d be inappropriate. What would you do then?”
“Y/n would just move in with Jimin,” Jungkook shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal but he tried to picture it. He’d have to tell Jimin about how you like your eggs in the morning and how you prefer your vegetables diced up. He’d give Jimin a list of foods you don’t like and foods you do. He’d show him what to do when your teeth begin to hurt and where to take you when your heat acts up—though he wouldn’t be comfortable you living with Jimin when that happens. Maybe he’ll just drive you to your heat partners himself so you wouldn’t have to worry about triggering Jimin—
“No, I mean what if this girl wants to live far from Y/n? She doesn’t want you to have to take care of anyone else,” Namjoon clarified, “But she’s your perfect match so you don’t want to lose her. What will you do when that happens?”
“I—I’ll…” Jungkook tried to picture it. He tried picturing this perfect imaginary person he’d want to spend the rest of his life with. Though if they were perfect they wouldn’t want him to distance himself from you, would they? No, no they wouldn’t.
“Jungkook this should be easy,” Hoseok cut in with a shrug of his shoulders, “You’d just be living separately so it shouldn’t be that hard to answer his question.”
“I know,” Jungkook looked down. It should be easy but it isn’t. He lived away from you for four years after high school and though he managed he’d be lying if he said he never wondered how his little bunny friend was. It’s why it was so easy for him to ask you to move in with him when you moved to the city. You’d grown up together in the same apartment building, the only time you were separated was when he moved away and he remembers how much it hurt you both when he did.
‘Go!’ Fourteen year old you had yelled at him, ‘I don’t care that you’re leaving. You can leave and never come back for all I care! I don’t need you! You’re just like everyone else anyway, all you do is throw people away when you don’t need them anymore!’
He tried to picture what would happen if his girlfriend really did ask him to live away from you. If the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with asked him to leave you behind what would he do? What would you say then?
He doesn’t think he can put up with you hating him again. He felt so torn when he first moved away that the second he found out you were moving to his city he had to keep you close.
“You’re stressing him out,” Jin pointed out catching Jungkook zone out in thought. He patted Jungkook’s knee, “He just means you have to think about your relationship with Y/n and how it’s affecting your other relationships.”
He did try and think about it for the rest of the day. Every time he thought about it though he couldn’t wrap his mind around what it meant. He hasn’t ever had to think about it. All the girls he’s been with in the past could never stand between you and him. It was just too different.
He had romantic feelings for them, of course he did. But what he felt for you was different, it’d always been. He’d never seen anyone protect you and that’s all he’d ever wanted. Why couldn’t he do that and be in a relationship at the same time? Why did they make him choose between them and you when they didn’t compare? His relationships never lasted more than a few months while he’s known you since he was nine. Now at 25 you’d think he’d want to settle down with someone just a little, and he does. He really does crave someone’s affection but not if it meant he couldn’t see you every morning and every night.
Jungkook has been asked numerous times why he doesn’t just date you. You live in an age where hybrid and non-hybrid couples exist and are accepted so why not? The truth is he’s never imagined you and him like that. Growing up you’d always been the younger girl he comforted in rough times. He’d remind you how important you were and how special too. He’d tell you that your bullies just picked on you because they thought you were weak and you weren’t. It had everything to do with your age growing up that had him never having any romantic feelings toward you and as you both hit adulthood he just never thought of you that way.
He’s also positive you’ve never seen him that way too. He’s seen the boys you’ve invited over and and the mean you’ve had for your heat. They were all hybrids, all taller and buffer. All had something special about them unlike him.
Hell, even your friend Jimin was so different from him. Jimin had soft pointed gray ears. He had the prettiest of spots on his tail that you absolutely adored. He’d see you fawn over Jimin’s special features that Jungkook just couldn’t compare. Even with Hoseok you’d play with him any time he was over always reaching for his tail and giggling when he did the same. You’d play with Yoongi who’d let you cuddle up against him because who didn’t like a cute little bunny like you? All Jungkook could do for you was make sure you never got hurt and even that he couldn’t compare with a hybrid’s strength.
When he got home later that day he found you doing homework at the dining table. Your ears were drooped to the side and you had a penstuck in your mouth for concentration. You jumped out of your seat the second you saw him and ran into his open arms, “You’re home!”
He smiled warmly carrying you back over to your chair and set you down. He combed his fingers through your hair making sure to touch that spot near the base of your ears that was a little sensitive, “What time did you get home today?”
“My last class was cancelled so I came home a little earlier,” you said leaning into his touch, foot thumping on the floor at the pleasure of being petted. He gently pulled his hand away to let you finish studying as he carried his work portfolio to his room. Unlike him who was working a full time job, you were still in University. You were in your second to last year while he worked at a production company during the week. You didn’t pay rent but that’s because he told you not to. He covered rent fully knowing you were in school with scholarships and financial aid and unless you had a job you wouldn’t have any money.
The simple fix was to get a job but he was not too thrilled about that. It’d be more hours in the day that you wouldn’t see each other and he can’t imagine you working some Night Shift alone where he can’t take care of you. Like he’s said before, he’s not even sure if your parents helped with anything at all.
After changing out of his work clothes he went to the kitchen rummaging through groceries looking for what to make for dinner. You and Jungkook split chores up evenly. You didn’t know how to cook so instead you cleaned while he made food when he was around. You’d both go grocery shopping and get things you needed. When you were home alone you mostly snacked until he made food.
“So what’d you do when you got home?” Jungkook asked as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows washing his hands at the sink. He looked over at the pen you had in your mouth, seeing the way the end was covered in teeth marks. Wiping his hands dry he reached for your box of teething sticks and took one out walking over to you. You looked up at him with rounded doe eyes and watched him pull the pen out of your mouth and hand you the stick instead. You gave him a cheeky smile and took it with an apology.
“I went over to Jimin’s and he introduced me to a new friend of his! He’s a tiger!” You sat with your knees tucked under you on the chair bouncing a little, “His name’s Taehyung and he smells so good! He smells like grass and honey. He says he likes to sleep in the sun and I do too! So we got along pretty quickly.”
Jungkook’s brows furrowed in discomfort. He didn’t like you friends with all these predators. You could seriously get hurt if you weren’t careful enough and if nobody was there to save you. Still, he just nodded letting you express your joy in meeting someone new, “His roommate is human too! Can you believe that? We had so much in common.”
Jungkook carried over a plate of vegetable chips over to where you were. He looked down at your homework and sat next to you hand feeding you when you asked him to. He smiled, “Just remember to be careful bun, make sure to call me if anything ever happens to you.”
You rolled your eyes despite the way your heart melted chewing thoroughly through the food he gave you, “I promise.”
Jungkook held your hand the entire way to his friend’s house. He knew how anxious you got sometimes surrounded by new people and he knew tonight that would be the case. He’d been invited over to Hoseok’s place on Friday since he was inviting a few people over he asked Jungkook to bring you along. You seemed eager at first but now that you were at the door you were timid. You kept looking around as if to make a mistake and he pulled you into his side, “We can leave if you want to.”
Before you could object the door was opening and Hoseok was smiling down at you both, “Good you’re here, come in! Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen. Don’t touch aux or I’ll kill you.”
With that you scooted closer to Jungkook. He rolled his eyes at his friend before leading you toward the kitchen. There were more people than he thought so he made sure to keep you close.
“Why doesn’t this open?” You held up a bottle with a corkscrew, trying to twist it off.
“You need a bottle opener,” he said simply hoping it’d satiate your curiosity. From the corner of his eye he could see you take a bottle and try and open it with a regular bottle opener instead of one for corkscrews. You hit the metal against the top. You did it over and over again letting out a whine, “It’s broken!”
“No honey, like this,” he took it out of your hands and took the right opener making sure to twist it on and show you exactly how to get it open.
“That’s stupid,” you turned away losing interest once it was finally open and looked at the crowd of people. Your eyes widened, “Taehyung!”
Jungkook’s head shot up immediately catching you just before you took off. He reached out to you but you were crossing the room toward a guy with black rounded ears and a striped orange tail. He smiled widely at you as you made your way up to him.
Jungkook set his drinks down on the table looking around the room as he tried to go after you.
“Jungkook! Come here for a second,” Namjoon called out to him. He looked over at his friend and a tall blonde next to him before looking back to you. You were smiling with the guy you called Taehyung and once he made sure everything was okay he went to Namjoon.
“Hey,” he mumbled reaching over the island for his drink.
“Hyeri this is my friend Jungkook, the one I’ve been telling you about?” Namjoon said with a smirk, “Jungkook this is Hyeri. Hyeri has been asking me to introduce you to her for a while now.”
“Thanks for the subtlety Joon,” the blonde rolled her eyes as her face flushed red avoiding Jungkook’s blank stare. He just got out of a three month relationship with Yuna and was already being thrown to the sharks. With a sigh he smiled, “He doesn’t know what being subtle means.”
At the other end of the party you and Taehyung were having a different sort of conversation.
“But he’s not my owner! He’s my friend, you can’t own a hybrid anymore,” you argued with your new friend Taehyung who teased you over your relationship with Jungkook. Turns out Hoseok and Taehyung roomed together in college and recently got together again. You were surprised to se whim here since you’d just been excitedly telling Jungkook about your new friend a few days ago.
“I know I’m kidding Bun!” Taehyung laughed ruffling your hair, “But what I mean is… you’re close with Jungkook, right? You don’t pay rent and don’t pay any bills. It’s almost like he’s your owner considering the little independence you have. What happens when he gets into a long term relationship with someone he really loves and she asks him to kick you out?”
Your ears fell forward shielding yourself as you thought about it. Would he kick you out? He’s never ever chosen his girlfriends over you but what if the next one was The One. Would he then? You don’t Ben have a job. You don’t have money. Jungkook does almost everything for you. Even when it comes to clothes he buys you what you need under the pretense of birthdays, holidays and special occasions.
“Well how do I become more independent?”
So you listened to what Taehyung had to say. The next time you saw Jimin you asked him if he could help you get a job and you kept it a secret from Jungkook. Until the job was secured you didn’t tell him what you were doing and even after you won’t tell him the real reason why you got a job.
You hated to admit it but Taehyung was right. You needed to learn to be more independent. Growing up you’d been so independent. Your parents weren’t ever around and you had to do everything on your own. It was until Jungkook came along that he let you feel safe and taken care of. When he left after high school you had to get used to doing things on your own, handling things by yourself. You’d gotten good at it too. That’s how you made it to college, by studying hard and getting scholarships and aid. Unfortunately you’d reverted back to codependency when you moved in with Jungkook. He made it so easy to rely on him and practically let yourself be babied and you were not a baby!
You could do things on your own even if people didn’t believe you and you were going to prove it. You love Jungkook and you’re tired of trying him down. You wanted him to find happiness and he was never going to be able to do that if you keep holding him back.
Jungkook had been fresh out the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist when he came out to find you getting ready. With furrowed brows he approached you, “Where you going?”
Your hand froze as it applies the last layer of mascara to your eyes. Without turning to look at him you bit your lip nervously, “Work.”
His mouth parted in surprise, “Work? W-what do you mean work?”
You took a small sniff of his clean scent feeling your insides turn giddy. You could see his bare chest and the small water droplets that trailed down the ridges of his abs. Taking a big breath you turned to look at him acting dumb, “I didn’t tell you? I swore I did. I got a job with Jimin. Tonight’s my first night.”
“No, I would’ve remembered if you told me,” he moved closer to you leaving his spot by the door and coming up, “With Jimin? He works at a bar Y/n.”
“I know,” you shrugged, “And I had an interview there on Wednesday. Today’s my first official day, I’m excited.”
“But… But why do you need a job? Are you short on money? I gave you a few hundred last month for your birthday, do you need more?” He asked looking around your room, “Let me go get my wallet.”
He left before you could even argue and changed into something more suitable in the process. He came back to your room, “How much you do need honey?”
“Jungkook I don’t need money, I mean I do but not right now. I just think I should get a job, start supporting myself,” you shrugged standing up and looking at your reflection in the mirror. You wore a short black skirt and black top that emphasized the cute white fluff ball of your tail and white ears poking out your head. He shook his head catching himself staring a little too closely at the length of your legs, “But why? Why do you need to start supporting yourself?”
He knows he shouldn’t be against it. He should feel perfectly fine with you getting a job but he isn’t. He doesn’t get it. Why all of a sudden do you want to support yourself? You’ve been perfectly fine allowing Jungkook to take care of you. Were you growing tired of him? Did you plan on leaving? Was he becoming too overprotective of you? He let you run off with Taehyung the other night at the party. He doesn’t mind Jimin coming over to see you all the time or Hoseok cuddling you. He makes enough money to support you both so why?
You didn’t answer him and that bothered him even more. What didn’t you want to tell him? Did you meet someone? Were you planning on moving out? Did someone say something to you? Did one of his friends say something to you? He swears to god if someone tried to belittle your importance to him he’s going to flip.
“I’ll drive you,” he said instead of pressing the issue. You looked too excited and he couldn’t make you sad and worked up with all his questions. He drove you to the bar Jimin worked at happy to see Jimin’s car already there. He unbuckled your belt for you fixing your hair and lifting the fallen strap of your shirt onto your shoulder when it slipped.
“Call me if you don’t like it. Call me if they’re mean to you. Call me if you need absolutely anything, alright?” Jungkook’s hand cupped your face, “Please? Text me when you’re inside and when you’re off. I’ll pick you up. Text me how it’s going an—“
“I probably can’t be on my phone.”
“I’ll get down. I’ll just make sure everything goes smoothly and I’ll just drink at the bar for an hour or so,” he went to unbuckle his belt when your hand stopped his. He looked back at you with worried eyes, “It’s okay Kookie. I’ll be fine. I’ll text you when I’m off?”
Jungkook felt his blood boil at the sight. He opened the car door and slammed it back shut storming over to you. You smiled widely upon seeing him, “Kookie!”
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he grumbled when you reached out to him for a hug. He glared up at the guy who’d been hugging you. He noticed how similar he looked to him. No tail, no pointed ears, just human. That almost seemed to annoy him even more.
“You’ve gotta meet my new friend Jisoo! He’s got a pet bunny and he says we’ve got the same color ears!” You said excitedly, “I wanna go see see him!”
“No!” Jungkook took a deep breath, “I mean, not right now honey it’s late. You’ve got class in the morning.”
With a pout you nodded turning to Jisoo and giving him an apologetic smile. Jungkook glared at him, why would that guy want you to go over this late to see a bunny anyway? Was that his code for wanting you to come over and do God knows what to you? He took your hand in his pulling you away as Jimin followed toward his own car.
Once you were inside you buckled your own belt and smiled, “Oh! But I am going to Jimin’s then. He’s gonna help me take drink orders faster so we’re gonna stay up and practice.”
“I’ll come with you,” Jungkook cleared his throat as he started the car trying to get home as soon as possible. You shook your head, “No it’s okay. I’ll just be next door and you’ll probably need to go to sleep soon.”
“But I haven’t seen you at all today bunny,” he sighed looking over to you. It’s true. This morning he had to leave for work early and couldn’t drop you off on campus so you had to get Uber to and from. Then you rode with Jimin to work today since you had the same shift and he’d been stuck in a meeting anyway. He’s been waiting for you all afternoon and now that you’re off you’re basically telling him you don’t need to see him. That hurts.
It’s like lately you would rather hang out with anyone but him. Yesterday he found you on the phone giggling over something Taehyung said. The day before you were telling him you’d like to open a savings account on top of a checking. It feels like over night you’ve decided you don’t need him anymore and that fucking hurts.
He complained about it to his friends the next day. You had to work again and he went over to Yoongi’s place after work for some drinks since he was just going to be home other wise.
“I just don’t get it. I feel like she doesn’t want me around anymore,” Jungkook sighed.
“I think you’re being dramatic,” Jin shrugged, “Shouldn’t you be happy? You’ve got all this free time now. You don’t have to rush home to make Y/n dinner or skip on a night out so she’s not home alone.”
“I agree,” Hoseok nodded looking to Jungkook, “And if I’m going to be honest I think you underestimate Y/n a lot.”
“I don’t!”
“You do,” Namjoon agreed, “You act like she can’t do anything by herself. Maybe she’s tired of you babying her all the time.”
“I don’t baby her,” Jungkook tried to argue but he couldn’t even explain himself. He does not baby you! He knows you can do things on your own he just prefers doing them. Ever since he left you for those four years he thinks back on everything he missed out on with you. He had the longest relationship during that time, a whole two years that quickly went down the drain when he told her you’d be moving in with him. She begged and begged him to explain why but he just kept saying the same thing over and over again. That he promised you as kids to always be there for you and he plans on keeping that promise he might to five year old you.
“You do,” Yoongi pointed out, “Don’t you ever wonder how she managed to do things on her own when you first moved here? Clearly she knows how to do things and she’s working on herself to be more independent So why do you seem so upset over it?”
“That’s not what bothers me!” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the couch, “What bothers me is that she has no time for me now. She’s always in class or working or hanging out with her new friends. I feel like she’s forgetting about me.”
Namjoon narrowed his eyes in thought, “I’m going to say something and I don’t want you to get mad at me because of it.”
Jungkook huffed already feeling himself get annoyed before Namjoon even said what he had to say. He tried not to react when Namjoon spoke, “I think you’re just jealous.”
“You love Y/n and I’m not talking about as a friend or anything. I mean you are genuinely in love with Y/n and you probably just never noticed. I think you keep seeing her as the little girl you used to care for and not the growing adult she is,” Namjoon pointed out, “You keep saying she’s forgetting about you but everyone knows that’s not true. I think you’re so used to Y/n only ever being focused on you that when she gives her attention to someone else—especially another guy, it makes you mad.”
“I’m…” he bit his lip feeling his heart race a little, “I’m not… I love Y/n but I’m not in love with her. It’d be weird if I was, wouldn’t it?”
He thought about it for a second. He is not in love with you. He can’t be. You were still that younger girl he wishes to protect, nothing more. If there was more to it wouldn’t he not be going on dates? Well to be fair he hasn’t gone on any dates since Yuna. Namjoon tried introducing him to Hyeri but the night he was supposed to get drinks with her was the night you were starting your new job. He’d been showered and everything but once he found out what you were doing he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He ended up calling her and telling her he wasn’t going to make it and stayed home to make sure if you needed him he’d be able to go with you.
And okay, yes, he did notice how much you changed when you first moved in with him. He was 22 and you were 18, you looked so different from the last time he’d seen you. You’d grown, the efforts of puberty taking full affect and yes it’d been a little hard at first to not focus on your sudden curves and assets. But still! He got over it pretty quickly when he realized that inside you were still that cute little girl he just wanted to protect.
“It’d be weird if you weren’t,” Yoongi cut into his thoughts coming back to what they’d been talking about, “Just think about it Kook. All these failed relationships because you won’t let Y/n go. Don’t you want to at least see if there’s anything between you two?”
They’re wrong. His friends are wrong. He was not in love with you, he just needs you. He’s just upset he feels like you’re brushing him off. He’s never once pictured you and him in any sort of romantic relationship. He’s never felt jealous when you go on dates or when you have heat partners—but was it because he’d know you’ll come home to him?
Right now he couldn’t even understand what you’re trying to tell him. You’re saving up to move out? TO MOVE OUT!?!?!
“But honey… I just… I don’t get it,” he shook his head following you into the living room, “Why are you saving up to move out? Did I do something to upset you? Just tell me and we can work it out.”
“Of course not Kookie!” You sat up on the couch, “I just… well I think it’s time I move out. I’ll give you back your art studio and you won’t have to worry about taking care of me when you meet someone new.”
“But I’m not even seeing anyone right now!” Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair feeling anxious, “And if I was I wouldn’t choose them over you!”
You shook your head. Sigh. You couldn’t do this right now. He just doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get that you need to move out. And he’s right, you have been distancing yourself from him but there’s a reason for it. Taehyung has really opened your eyes with that talk you two had.
You love Jungkook. No, you’re in love with him. That’s why you’ve been distancing yourself with work and new friends. Because if he does meet the right person you’re not sure how you’ll handle it. How will you put up with seeing him so in love?
So you’ve been trying to get yourself prepared for that hypothetical but realistic situation. But now he’s upset about it and you’re contemplating just being honest with him.
“I love you.”
He stopped pacing looking over to you, “I love you too Bun.”
You rolled your eyes slumping back into the couch, “No Kookie I mean I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time and I just don’t think it’s good for us to keep living together unless we both feel the same. We’re both adults and at some point our living situation and our relationship will come off as inappropriate, it already has.”
His brows furrowed. What did you just say?
You confessed to him last night and he had absolutely no idea how to handle the situation. It was so unexpected. How does one even prepare for that? All the sighs were there, he knows that, but it still took him by surprise.
You say you’ve always felt that way but that’s not true. It can’t be. If it was true… then that means all this time you’ve been in love with him. No. No!
It’s not true.
He knows everything about you. He would’ve known if you felt that way about him, wouldn’t he? If you felt that way about him why didn’t you say anything sooner? Why didn’t you get mad when he had a girlfriend?
Though he had seen you cry when you felt like he wasn’t paying enough attention to you. But he always thought you were just a needy bunny! You were high maintenance, he knows that, so maybe he just overlooked the signs?
“Do you mind driving me to work today?” You asked him. He snapped out of his racing thoughts from last night to turn and look at you, “Sure.”
He still can’t stop thinking about what you said, or what you said after: “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to feel the same. I just hope you can understand now why I think it’s better that I move out.”
Once he had the keys and you were ready you both walked down to his car together. You’re perfectly fine, unlike him you’re not zoning out in thought. It’s almost as if you hadn’t made this crazy confession to him the night before! Maybe it wasn’t that serious to you? He’s not sure but he does know it’s all he’s been able to think about today.
He reached over to buckle you in only to find you doing it yourself and popping your AirPods into your ears essentially closing him out. He sat back, when did you get so… independent? He always puts your seatbelt on you. He always dices up your vegetables the way you like. He always makes sure his car has the exact scent you like. It’s like you don’t care about those little things he does for you even as you claim to be in love with him. He just doesn’t get when everything got so out of control that he doesn’t even feel like he knows you right now.
“Tomorrow I’ve got a meeting before week and a meeting after, I might not get to see you bun,” he cleared his throat as he stopped in front of your work. You just nodded your head opening the door. He wished you’d say more. He misses when you’d get upset about him being gone too long.
Biting your lip as you opened the door you paused. You’re trying to seem mature at the moment so Jungkook wouldn’t keep seeing you as a little girl but it was hard. Especially with what he just told you it makes you want to crawl back to him instead of heading to work. You turned back to him and pressed your nose against his.
His hand immediately flew up to pet your ear taking this small act of love and rolling with it. He still can’t make sense of what you’ve told him but at least he knows how to respond to this. He caressed that soft spot on your tall white ear you loved as you rubbed your nose against his, “Goodbye.”
“Bye,” he breathed out already missing your warmth when you pulled away. You came back to peck his cheek with a kiss giggling before you left for real this time.
You see, why can’t you be like that all the time? Why can’t you be all lovely like you’d always been instead of trying to push him like you’ve done recently. He just doesn’t get it! How can you say you’re in love with him just like that? Like it’s not a big deal! Then give him that soft little bunny kiss of yours even when his mind is racing in confusion!
You woke up the next day to an empty apartment. Jungkook had already told you he’d be home late today so you already knew he wouldn’t be at home in the morning either. What you couldn’t understand is why you woke up in pain?
You felt hot, kicking the sheets off and even going as far as removing your shorts. You checked the time, your first class would be starting soon.
Sitting up you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes and stand but it physically hurt. Your stomach hurt and you felt like throwing up. With furrowed brows you sat back down trying to decide what to do. You’re already running late thanks to sleeping through your alarm. How did you even sleep through it? If you skipped a shower, didn’t do your make up or hair and skipped breakfast then you’d be able to make it to the bus stop. But all of that seemed like a lot of work and you had absolutely no desire to move off this bed at the moment.
You could call Jimin and see if he’s up but it was very unlikely. You could call Taehyung and see if he can come pick you up but by the time he gets here and drops you off your already be late for your first class.
“Ow!” You whined hunching over holding your hands to your stomach. You felt nauseous like you could throw up any second. Shaking your head you moved to lie back down.
Maybe you can sleep the pain away and not go to class today.
“I want someone recording from here,” Jungkook pointed at one corner of the room, “And here. Make sure you get both of theirs face and can you both please look at the camera when you talk?”
He pinched the skin between his brows. He had a meeting early morning about a new web video they’d be shooting and right after he had to rush on set. He’s been keeping himself busy trying not to think about you but he couldn’t help it. Last night you took an Uber back home and failed to ask him to go get you from work. He ended up knocking out so he hasn’t seen you since he dropped you off at work yesterday.
Right now he’s just hoping he can make it through the long day in one piece.
“What’s up with you today?” Yoongi chuckled as he came up to him. He just finished production for his own video and was checking on Jungkook’s progress. Yoongi and Jungkook were the only two of their friends who worked together and he’s thankful for that. But right now he doesn’t want to talk to Yoongi.
“Just tired,” Jungkook cleared his throat taking the bottled water one of the assistants brought him.
“So how’s Y/n? She’s still working at that bar?” Yoongi asked. Jungkook pretended to be too focused on the screens but in reality he wasn’t paying any attention. He huffed in annoyance running his hand over his face before turning to his friend, “Yeah. She is.”
“Alright sit down, take five,” Yoongi told him, “You look tired.”
After this small segment was recorded Jungkook called for a break allowing Yoongi to take him outside for a smoke break even if he didn’t smoke. He leaned against the railing crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for Yoongi to say something.
“What’s wrong with you? It looks like you haven’t been sleeping,” Yoongi said. It’s true. He hasn’t. He still keeps thinking about what you said and how you haven’t mentioned it since. And he feels guilty. He didn’t say anything back that night because he was genuinely taken by surprise. He’s happy he hadn’t, what if he said something he shouldn’t have?
For the past couple of weeks he’s been so confused by your behavior and by his disliking toward it he hasn’t once listened to what anyone around him says. He kept saying they’re wrong, that there’s no way you loved him like that but you just proved him wrong. And he doesn’t even have time to think about it before you’re brushing it under the rug like it doesn’t mean a thing. Like you could just say that to him and expect him to not care!
As if that doesn’t change your entire dynamic! And he just thinks about how you’re in class right now or on your way to work so he can’t even call and try and talk to you about it!
Except of course he’s wrong. He very well can call you because you didn’t go to class today. You were however on your way to work.
“You look like shit,” Jimin laughed when you came in. When you got closer he almost choked. He began to cough hysterically covering his mouth as he ducked down, “Holy shit.”
“What?” You sniffed yourself. You actually got up and showered before coming to work. He shook his head, distancing himself from you as he looked around at who was inside the bar. He approached you a little later on once he was able to calm down but he was still careful.
He’s never felt this way around you before. Jimin placed his hand on your waist hesitantly, “Are you feeling okay?”
You shook your head, “No. I don’t feel good I think I might be getting sick.”
Jimin shook his head still cautious as he took another sniff of your scent, “No bunny, you’re not sick.”
“Oh.”
“I think you should go home though,” he cleared his throat snapping himself out of his growing thoughts in concern. Before you could argue he was walking off toward the back office so he can find the boss. You brushed off his weird behavior trying to fan yourself as another heat flash passed. You wore some of the thinnest clothes you had today and yet you can feel yourself burning up.
Jimin fished his phone out of his locker pulling up his contacts and going straight to one in particular. It rang twice before someone answered, “Hello?”
“Jungkook hey it’s Jimin,” he released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding, “Sorry if you’re busy but um… I think you should come pick Y/n up.”
“What?” Jungkook sounded alert now, “Did something happen to her? Where are you? Are you guys working? Do I need to take her to the hospital? How severe?”
“I think she’s going to get her heat,” Jimin whispered. The line went silent, Jimin’s bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he tried not breathe in your scent that was starting to filter through the entire place. If there were any more hybrids here he had to get off the phone and go be with you.
“I’m on my way.” Click.
Jungkook cursed at himself. He’s so fucking stupid. He’s been so distracted lately he hasn’t been looking at your heat tracker. You never pay attention to it. It’s always Jungkook who does and he’s the one who slipped up. His meeting had ended early today so he’d just been at him while you were at work. He’s been relaxing while you’ve been suffering. He can’t believe himself.
He barely had his shoes on correctly as he rushed out the door to his car. Jungkook definitely ran some yellow lights but he didn’t care. If Jimin was able to smell you who knows how many more hybrids were getting a good whif. He needed to get you out of there and get you to call one of the bucks you typically spent your heat with.
“Koo!” You jumped into his arms the second he stepped into the bar. He found about three hybrids there standing with you, one being Jimin. He held you up in his arms, you pressed your face into his cheek, “I missed you!”
“I missed you too honey,” he took your bag that Jimin handed him making sure to keep your legs wrapped around his waist, “Thank you.”
“I don’t feel good,” you whined nuzzling your nose against his neck. He didn’t smell as strong as the hybrids who’d been keeping you company but he smelled so much better. He smelled like Jungkook and that was your favorite.
“I know baby I am so sorry,” he rubbed your back soothingly as he led you out, “Let’s go home.”
You hissed in pain hunching over and clutching your stomach as you sat in his car. He reached over you and buckled you in as he started the car. The sooner he got you home the better. His chest tightened at the sight of you in pain and he doesn’t care if he gets a ticket, he’s speeding home.
In the middle of the drive you took the seatbelt off. He turned to glare at you when you suddenly leaned over the middle console and kissed his cheek. The car swerved a little but he managed to keep it straight. You giggled, “You smell so good Kookie.”
He smiled awkwardly, “Thank you honey, why don’t you sit back down?”
You did as told like the good bunny you were but you could help but keep looking at him, “You’re so pretty Kookie. You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”
His breath hitched, “Really? I think you’re lying to me bunny.”
“No! I’m a good girl, I don’t lie,” you said suddenly shaking your head and leaning back into him, “I would never lie to you Koo, I love you.”
Oh God there it was again. The reminder that you had feelings for him and he didn’t say anything. Fuck. Maybe that’s why you said it, because your heat was coming up and not because you actually meant it.
He struggled to get you inside the apartment with you begging him to carry you and he couldn’t argue over it.
Jungkook fumbled with the key when he felt a sudden wet softness on his neck. He tried to ignore it and clear his head but it happened again. You were licking his neck as he held you. You were licking his neck!
“Baby hold on. Once we get inside you can call Jaeho or Seokmin and they’ll come help you,” he breathed out trying not to let his eyes roll back when you nipped on his ear lobe.
“Don’t want them! Want you!” You whined wiggling in his grasp that he almost dropped you. He couldn’t believe what you were saying right now. This wasn’t right. He’ll have to talk to you about this when your mind clears up.
“Ah fuck!” His voice was shaky as he pushed the door open just as you began to grind your hips against him searching for release. He had to push you against the wall to keep from dropping you, “S-stop that bunny. You’re not t-thinking straight.”
His eyes rolled back when he felt you kiss his neck. He heard the door slam shut behind him but he couldn’t move. Not with you trying to grind against him and fuck this was not a good idea.
He could feel his member begin to betray him responding to the sudden friction. You kissed along his jaw trying to turn his face. His eyes squeezed shut, oh fuck what does he do?
He doesn’t think you can wait for one of your heat partners. He thinks, no he knows, you want to do it with him but that just wasn’t a good idea! What would that make of your relationship?
“Baby we should st-ngh,” he couldn’t help himself. The second you kissed the corner of his mouth he was melting. His eyes fell shut in a haze as you kissed hungrily against his mouth. His hand landed flat on the wall trying to keep himself up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Yes, fuck! Exactly what you were thinking. You pulled away with a needy whine, “Please Koo, want you to fuck me.”
Oh fuck. He let out a growl that vibrates through his chest as he peeled you both off the wall. He stalked toward the next available surface swiping his hand over the discarded mail and placemats before setting you down on the table.
He’s so disappointed in himself. He didn’t even put up much of a fight. He kicked a chair out of his way as he let himself fully succumb to your seduction.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as you lied down on the cold surface looking up at him watching the wheels turn in his head. You were just so… needy right now.
You needed him to put his mouth on you now. You love him. You seriously did, and no this wasn’t just brain fog from your heat [also how could you miss it?] this was more. You’ve always liked him and coming into adulthood just made you realize how in love you were. You’re tired of hiding it and acting like you don’t. You want him to see that you mean every word.
Your legs parted hanging off the end of the table as your hand went straight for your covered core. He watched you with his lip pulled between his teeth still debating if he wanted to do this. His mouthed opened lazily in awe as you snuck your hand into your underwear not bothering to move your skirt out of the way.
He ran his hand over his face clearly frustrated when you brought another hand toward your breasts. You made the mistake of going braless today due to how uncomfortable you’ve felt all day. It just made your nipple buds ultra sensitive and hard. Your finger toyed with the nipple as your other hand began to palm your clit.
You couldn’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed with the way he wasn’t reciprocating as much as you’d want him to. Your head fall back with a whine pinching at your nipple while bucking your hips. You couldn’t help but feel the dams in your eyes break, a couple tears sleeping, “Y-you really don’t love me.”
It hurt. It hurt because you should be embarrassed by how you’re acting. You’re getting off on him watching you and he doesn’t even love you! But you love him so so so so much you can’t stop.
And Jungkook finally seems to snap out of this daze. His eyes pulled away from the wet patch on your underwear as your hand moved under it working yourself into a frenzy and the way you teased your nipples to look at your face. His cock seemed to have taken control for a moment, too in love with the show you were putting on for him he hadn’t noticed you were upset until you were crying.
“No! No baby please,” he licked his lips glancing down at your pretty face, heart breaking when he catches the tears in your eyes, “I love you. Of course I love you Bun!”
“You don’t,” you cried. Fuck, he was going to do it. He was going to show you. He cupped your face in his hands forcing you to look up at him and crashed his lips against yours. His brows knitted together in pleasure, an almost angry expression on his face as he let out a groan.
Your mouths clashed messily in a heated kiss, Jungkook’s tongue licking along yours moaning at the taste. You wrapped the hand that had been on your boob around his neck keeping him locked in close to you. The hand in your panties never once stopping rubbing at your clit when he pressed himself against you. His covered member pushed against your hand hissing at the friction feeling a jolt of pleasure course through his body.
You whined in pain when it wasn’t enough and it killed Jungkook. He didn’t want to see his baby bunny like this at all and it was all because of him! Without wasting another second he moved his hands off your face. Jungkook pulled on your shirt, ripping it open to expose your bare chest and pointed nipples. He needed to find your release now before you were in any more pain. God he’s so stupid to forget about your heat.
But if he remembered would he have been here helping you or would he have already made arrangements with Jaeho for you? His eyes rolled in annoyance, No thinking about what could have happened. His baby girl needed him. You asked for him and he wasn’t going to provide.
You back arched when Jungkook suddenly licked a flat stripe over your nipple, moaning loudly when he tugged the bud with his teeth. Jungkook pulled it into his mouth sucking eagerly like a man dehydrated. His hands gripped at your waist making you rut against his covered member as he sucked and nipped at your breast, “My poor baby,” he cooed.
It was frustrating. All you wanted was to be fucked and choked like a cheap whore by this man right here. You’ve pushed your feelings for him so far back that when they finally came to the surface it was in one heavy flood. They all poured out heavily before you making it hard for you to lock them back up, especially right now. You didn’t mind being babied by him right now, he was trying to console you after crying about he didn’t love you and it was working.
Jungkook pulled away with a pop, his own drool dribbling out the corners of his mouth as the heat radiating off your body became too much for him. He yanked his shirt off wrestling with his belt as he kicked them off swiftly. He looked down at your body, breasts on display, hand in your panties, finger working in and out of you. Fuck he can see the way your butt glistened with your slick.
“I’m such a bad…” he couldn’t think of what to call himself. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He wasn’t your owner. Clearly he wasn’t just your friend. You were his bunny, but what was he?
“Daddy!” You whined out bucking into your hand impatiently and he swears he can die a happy man right there and then. He dragged you toward the edge of the table by your legs, “I’m such a bad daddy. I can’t believe I’ve left my poor baby like this.”
His voice was so gentle but taunting.
“Move your hand baby, let daddy apologize for forgetting your heat,” he licked his lips. You’d never seen him like this, eyes clouded with lust all geared toward you. You did as told moving your hand whining at the lost of contact making him click his tongue, “So nerdy.”
Without wasting another second he bent down and kissed your entrance over the soaked lace and dragged it off your hips in one go. You were so fucking wet, he’s never seen a pussy this covered in slick before they even started. Were you always like this? He ran a finger through your holds gathering your wetness on his fingertips before being of them back out. You groaned kicking your legs a little when he did, “Koo!”
“Shh, don’t be spoiled,” he looked at his fingers which shined, “Let me have a taste first.” His lips parted allowing his fingers to slip inside his mouth and pet his tongue. His eyes rolled back loving the sweetness, even your insides smelled good.
"You taste so fucking sweet bunny," he moaned. Before you could even whine again he was dragging the chair back plopping down on it. He took your legs and swung them onto his shoulders before pressing his face forward burying in your cunt. Another moan left your mouth as he pressed his lips on your clit. He brushed his thumb gently over the hardened sweet spot as you whimpered. He did it again and again, before going back to sucking your clit and flicking it with his tongue. He was being messy, so fucking messy and he could admit he’s never made out with anyone’s pussy quite like this before.
Jungkook slid in a finger carefully listening for your response. He tried to guide you to climax but he couldn’t. If he did he’d have to take his mouth off your pussy and there was no way he was going to do that. Instead he let his tongue do the talking, nose bumping against your clit repeatedly as he licked up whatever slosh his finger pushed out of you, sliding a second in to join the first.
“Want you to fuck me!” You hissed pulling on his hair harshly fucking yourself on his face. He’d never had you so aggressive and needy but damn he loved it. You were being greedy with him, a huge contrast with how distance you’ve been with him lately. You’re making him feel needed again.
“My baby wants to fuck?” He asked pulling away ignoring the line of arousal connecting his chin to your drenched pussy. Fuck, he’s never letting anyone else get near you on your heat ever again. You nodded cutely making grabby hands at him and his chest vibrated in another low growl. He’s kept his voice so gentle for you, just above a whisper, so sensual that it was driving you insane. And in the same tone he was speaking again, “Okay, I’ll give my spoiled bunny whatever she needs.”
Jungkook grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist forcing you up from the table as he tugged at his briefs with his free hand, angry cock pointing up and the tip smacking your butt.
Anticipation curled heavy in his gut just thinking about how he’d about to have you and with a hand sliding down your back he was lifting you up in the air only held up by his embrace.
You could take it anymore, the need to have him inside you outdoing your need to be obedient and let him have his way with you.
Jungkook hisses in pleasure when he feels your hand curl around his cock pumping him twice covering him in your slick. The thought of protection completely slipping from his mind when you lined him up with your entrance. Your eye lids flutter shut, the feeling of finally having something thick between your walls washing over you as you sank onto him. Jungkook’s head fell forward, lip tugged between his teeth, an almost pained expression as he tried to concentrate on his little bunny taking his fat cock in one go. Your hip is gripped tightly by Jungkook’s hand as he swings one of your knees over his arm and doing the same to the other side giving you no choice but to take whatever he’s going to give you.
Jungkook slides almost completely out before slamming back in. "O-Oh fuuuck" he grunts when he lifts your butt with his hands before dropping you back down. You moans loudly not caring if the whole block heard you.
Just then your gums begin to ache. The need to chew on something becoming overwhelming but you couldn’t do anything Jungkook fucking you onto his cock with no remorse. Thinking quickly you bit down on his shoulder, teeth nibbling softly relieving some of the itch. Jungkook grunts and slams hard and fast inside your tight walls, “Fucking Hell! My poor baby! You feel so fucking good bunny.”
You couldn’t hold yourself back. Being on your heat and worked up since earlier in the day, you couldn’t stop the pleasure from washing over you. You were cumming, mouth drawn open in a whine as stray tear slipped from your eyes, “No!”
Jungkook freezes, he tries to catch his breath biting back his release with a groan as you clenched down around him. He could feel your slick dribble down his cock and balls and suddenly he couldn’t hold you like this anymore. He quickly made his way to the first piece of furniture and crashing down on the couch.
“I’m sorry,” you hiccuped feeling him twitch inside you but he didn’t move. He wanted to make sure you were okay first, “It’s okay baby, this is about you right now.”
“Nuh uh,” you shook your head, hand flat on his chest as you sat on his cock, walls still convulsing, “Gotta make you feel good too.”
He wanted to argue and say it was okay but he couldn’t. You were already grinding on his cock and he was so fucking close. He gritted his teeth releasing a hiss, “Oh fuck baby, such a good fucking girl.”
“Want you to breed me,” you planted your feet against the cushion is best as you could, bouncing on his thick cock chasing his release now feeling another threatening to overwhelm you.
“Shit! Shit!” He covered his face with his forearm unable to concentrate on anything but your words and your tight cunt milking his cock, “Shit baby, fuck you want my babies? Want my kits?”
At that you bounced more eagerly, boobs bouncing in his face and his his lips lifted rutting into your every thrust. “I love you bunny!” He grunted staring down at your messy pussy shaking his head in disbelief. This was surreal, “So fucking much! F-fuck I’m cumming!”
And you planted yourself down, taking him in to the hilt, moving forward and back but never up. His hips spasmed with each spurt of cum released inside your slick walls. His tip kissed your cervix deliciously that he was breaking out into a cold sweat. His body vibrated in pleasure as you milked him for everything he was worth.
He licked at his dry lips, panting heavily as you lifted yourself off him. He brought you into his arms hugging you, feeling you scent him but he didn’t stop you.
“Bunny,” he called, voice hoarse due to his moaning and groaning, “Y/n baby look at me.”
You lifted your head, lust still fueling your mind looking at him. He could see it now this was going to be a long night of fucking. Still, he had to be clear.
“I love you so fucking much,” he confessed, “I’m in love with you. I want to be with you forever. I don’t want anyone else but you from now on. Do you hear me?”
You didn’t say anything taking it all in, but he made you look at him by turning you to look at him again instead of his flaccid cock sure you could get him hard again.
His eyes bored into yours, “Will you go out with me? I want to be the only one to take care of you—“
“But I can take care of myself!” You cut in shaking your head. You loved him, but he needed to know you didn’t need him to do everything for you.
He nodded, “I know bunny, I’m trying to say I want to be the only to take care of your heat from now. I want us to be a couple, just you and I.”
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second hybrid fic ever finally done
y’all I can’t believe I wrote this in a day
so beware it might be complete shit lol
and if it is sorry
if it flops I’m deleting
not sorry
#kpop#jeon jungkook#Jungkook smut#hybrid jungkook smut#kim taehyung#bts#jung hoseok#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#park jimin#bts smut
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Gonna do Heartsteel nsfw alphabet
First one up Kayn!
Fem bodied reader (spreading my bi Kayn agenda everywhere I go)
NSFW BELOW
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Kayn tries his best but he's just...not very good at aftercare. He will bring you a bottle of water but that's the most he'll do, unless you ask him for something. Although he enjoys if you take care of him after sex
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On him, probably his abs, he likes them and thinks they look good. He doesn't put too much thought into picking a favourite body part. On you, it's your thighs, he loves them. He likes holding onto them when fucking you and he likes having his head crushed by them when eating you out
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Likes to make a mess out of you, probably has a (consentualy taken) picture of your face covered with his cum. His favourite spot to come on are your breasts and face
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He has no secrets. But the closest thing would be how he sometimes takes some of your clothes when going on tour since they smell like you and let him feel like he's near you
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Probably had his way with a fan or 2, maybe even with a member of Heartsteel earlier but did he learn much during any of those? No, he needs time to figur you out
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything where he can see your face, he doesn't care about the specifics
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Depends on his mood, if he's fucking you to calm down from being mad, he's really serious but other times he can laugh
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's pretty well groomed, some hair but not out of control. As much as he seems like the person to dye his pubes, he tried once and never again. He's jet black down there
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
If it's just a quickie, it's on and gone, not really romantic but if he's back from tour after not seeing you for months, even a year? You can feel the pure desperation to fuck you radiate from him as he whispers in your ear how much he missed you and how much he wants you, maybe even decorating the bedroom before hand (rarely)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
If he has you, why? He used to masturbate frequently but now he just goes out and finds you for a quickie. Now he only pleasures himself if you're away and he doesn't have access to you (if he's touring you can even get a video call of him doing it~)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Knife play, maybe even drawing a little blood, kinda voyeurism, while not outright fucking in front of someone, he enjoys the possibility of being caught having a quick moment with your backstage right before he goes on stage. Also breathplay
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Wherever, you've done it practically everywhere, he doesn't care for the place he cares for the feeling of being inside you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Wear something with even a little boob window and he'll go crazy. Also if you're bratty to him. While he's not big on taming, he likes when you stutter over insulting him while he pushes his dick in deeper
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would do everything ngl
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Like I said earlier, he loves having his head crushed by your thighs when eating you out, although he also enjoys looking at you below him, choking on him, it's probably 50/50 for him, although he isn't very skilled, he's learning
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
If he's fucking out his frustration? Merciless. He will rough to the point of actual tears. But other times, if you want him to, he can go slower, though the prefers it fast and hard
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes. Frequently. He's busy being a star, he can't spend a lot of time with you (though he would like to) so quickies are the next best option, usually in a risky place like backstage, right in the earshot of his band members or on the couch in their apartment while they'll be back any minute
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Huge risk taker, he's willing to try anything everywhere
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Not too bad, most of your sessions last 2 rounds, maybe 3, but those rounds are long so it's enough to satisfy you
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Like I said, willing to try anything, probably has some from before he was with you and willing to buy new ones if you want
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
This fucking brat. He's really a tease, making fun of you for your lewd expressions, edging you for long times...He should be glad you haven't taken your revenge. Yet.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
If it's a risky spot, he can be quiet, but when it's just you two? He's loud as fuck. He moans and pants right into your ear, breathlessly telling you how good you are (or how much of a slut you are, depending on his mood)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If he could, he'd like to have a threesome with you and Ezreal or Aphelios
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Nice and thick, 3,5 inches, has a frenum piercing
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Usually once a week, sometimes higher sometimes lower, definitely higher when he hasn't seen you for a long time
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Usually will stay up for about an hour and play with your hair or just don't fall asleep and make some music
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Sorry if it's ooc also idk why the length is in inches, I'm not even American lmao also first time writing nsfw please do give feedback
#shieda kayn#heartsteel kayn#kayn x reader#heartsteel#heartsteel x reader#league of legends x reader#league of legends#league of legends smut#kayn smut
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took me a while to sound out why the final fifteen felt so isolated from all the other arguments that they've had before, but "they aren't talking" might have led me to arrive at why that is. because whilst we have the "so did i" and bandstand arguments to compare it to, the closest that the final fifteen mirrors, for me, is their very first one that we see on screen; the holy water incident (and I'm 100% sure others have observed this but im slow)
the incident where crowley has experienced something that he's playing down to aziraphale, asks aziraphale for something to help him that only aziraphale can give to him, it turns out to be too much to ask of aziraphale, so he refuses, and they split apart. turn all of this around on its head, and you have the final fifteen. (and im going to put the caveat here: no, i do not think aziraphale has been threatened by the metatron and is communicating this in code to crowley, but yes i do think he feels threatened by the metatron; i think he's genuinely eager to take this opportunity, but equally he's not stupid).
so then they go through 79 years of silence, of not talking, and come to 1941, where aziraphale lands himself in a spot of bother, and crowley breaks their silence by coming to the rescue. they get through the church fiasco, and aziraphale enlists crowley's help in the bullet catch ("trust me"), without ever discussing the holy water - all the while, their affection and love for each other is broiling just beneath the surface. perhaps it stands to reason that the same will happen in s3; that crowley will find himself in a Situation, aziraphale turns up to get him out of it - using it as an Excuse - and they end up on the subject of the second coming etc., and crowley reluctantly agrees to help resolve it, but only with the unspoken provision that they, absolutely, do not discuss what happened in the bookshop.
but what about the missing scene of 1941? well, there have been hundreds of different speculations of what could have happened; they actually do discuss the holy water, or there's otherwise a bit of a vulnerable heart-to-heart, there's a kiss, there's an almost-kiss, there's a fight involving the zombies, the derringer comes out to play, crowley gets yanked back to hell again, or gets discorporated... but whatever happens evidently informs on the atmosphere attributable in 1967 - because it's not until 1967 that aziraphale considers his hand forced, cares so much for crowley that he'll do the very thing that he's previously refused to do - gives crowley the holy water - but then puts distance between them again. perhaps the same kinda of thing happens somewhere around ep3/4 of s3; that they finally get to a point where what happened - the kiss, the offer, the mutual rejection - can't be ignored any longer, and a full-bore-full-roar argument erupts at perhaps the most inopportune time, to the point it's just comical, leading them to the point where they finally both understand where they stand with each other, what the other meant, and wanted.
so look, im not saying that crowley is suddenly going to change his mind about going to heaven, in order to track with aziraphale's 180° on the holy water; that doesn't make much sense. and it similarly doesn't make much sense for them to create distance between them like they seem to have done in 1967. if anything, this time it's the impetus they need to get everything out and laid bare, nothing bitten back, nothing squashed down and restrained. "you go too fast for me" suddenly becomes "we're finally on the same page."
#i doubt this is a revelation to anyone else but me#good omens#feral domestic/final fifteen meta#flashback meta#1941 spec#s3 narrative spec
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when will we get a new chapter for minnie 🫶🏼
a/n: now! ˙ᵕ˙ this was a request sent to me through my Google form, so thank you to whoever wrote it🤗 I hope you guys like the quick little chapter!
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warnings – pregnancy scare, short mention and implications of infertility, jokes and mentions about sex
word count – 4.6k
summary – minnie gets a little scare and there’s only one member she can think of to call
pairing – minnie & vernon (mentions of wonwoo x minnie x mingyu)
Better Safe Than Sorry 🌷 Minnie
Minne was in a panic. For the past two hours, the girl hadn't found a second of rest, pacing around the apartment, trying to keep herself busy before the thoughts running through her brain could catch up with her. Vernon was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago, only adding to her anxious state. Wonwoo and Mingyu were at the gym, thank God, she thought to herself.
The past few days, or more so even two weeks, had been... interesting. It started with a headache spanning over multiple days, only for it to turn into a migraine. Or so she thought. Throwing up, going to bed as early as possible, and sleeping in for as long as she could. Something was not right. Add the random heat flashes she had experienced the week before and Minnie started speculating. The moment she realised that her period had been a few days late made her shut down.
It was so secret that women in the industry encountered irregularities with their cycles as stress and diets dominated their lives. But Minnie and the entirety of Seventeen were in a good place. None of them was totally overworked at that point, thanks to their new contract. Diets were, thanks to the need to fit into the impossible beauty standards, still a topic of discussion but they were doing fine. Right?
It was one night out that made her mind spiral. Rapidly.
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Minnie was enjoying a dinner with her closest friends from school, having made a reservation in one of their favourite restaurants a week ahead to make sure they'd get a private room. Food and drinks were passed around the table, discussions and conversations were flowing and laughter filled the room. Everyone was having a good time. When it hit that point of the night where people were slowly starting to leave, say their goodbyes and make promises to meet up again soon, the female singer was left with her two closest friends from that group.
Léon, once a boy too afraid to show his true colours, is now a proud man with a husband waiting for him back in their new hometown in Spain. And Hana, the legend of a best friend who had gifted Minnie her first vibrator, and now the owner of one of the most-visited clubs in the nightlife of Hongdae.
The two were well tipsy while Minnie had held herself back a bit. They were still giggling at one of their friends who had stumbled through the door as he exited, the multiple shots of liquor clearly taking over his body.
"You look a little paler than usual," Léon suddenly commented, glancing at the idol with a slight frown, "Are you okay?"
"She probably just got a new IV infusion for extra light skin," the other girl joked, getting a chuckle out of the singer. Hana had never been a fan of the idol life.
Minnie shrugged, her finger circling the rim of her glass, "I've been feeling kinda off."
Her friend downed the last shot on the table before turning to her in confusion, "How off?"
Minnie sighed, "I've had a headache for like... a week now. And two days ago I was throwing up all day. Even yesterday and today when I woke up I felt like I had to puke..." The two friends were eyeing her carefully, letting her speak freely. "And then I had some random, like... heat flashes?" She glanced up to meet their eyes, "I don't know what the hell that was, but... yeah... something's going on, I don't know. But I don't want to provoke it with alcohol."
"That," the guy of the group leaned back, eyes now wide, "does not sound good."
"Yeah, but it must be something with my immune system. My period's also God knows where."
"You missed your period?!" Hana gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Girl-" Léon eyed her with a surprised expression, but Minnie was quick to stop them.
"No, no, no," she waved her hands, "It's not like that. I've missed it before, but it... it's a weird coincidence."
"What do you mean 'not like that'? That sounds a lot like being pregnant to me!" The tattooed girl hissed at her.
That was the first time she had heard the word out loud. Of course, it had crossed her mind. Just like every other woman. The moment her period was late, the first thought to come to her was 'shit, what if I'm pregnant', only to dismiss it a second later at how ridiculous it sounded.
"No, I-... we have the tour and we're preparing for a new album, and it's just... stress or something."
"But you've been stressed before. Way more stressed," the guy in front of her commented. "I don't want to scare you, but... you know..."
"If there's anyone that could be pregnant, it's you, Min," Hana casually told her, leaning back against the cushioned seats.
Minnie frowned as she glanced at her. "What the fuck do you mean?"
"No one's getting laid like you," she laughed, making the other two at the table chuckle and Léon threw his head back in glee.
"Oh, shut up!" The idol exclaimed, "You've got a line of men waiting for you to call them back after leaving their apartment in the middle of the night. And that's just from last week."
"That's not true!" Hana pointed her finger at the girl. "You get two dicks on a regular! Every day, I bet!"
"It's not every day!"
"Every other day then," the only guy quickly commented before their discussion could get any louder.
Minnie shrugged, "Yeah... so what?"
"My God," he chuckled with a shake of his head, "I'm jealous. Honestly." Making the girl laugh out loud.
"No, but seriously," Hana stopped the two, letting silence wash over the table once again. "Have you thought of it?"
"No! Because..." Minnie went quiet.
"They're not using condoms. Don't lie to us," Léon glared at her, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Hana faked a gasp, "You slut."
"You're not even using them on strangers!" Minnie pointed out, only for her friend to slap her hand away.
"This isn't about me!"
"Whatever..." the singer mumbled, her eyes back on the glass. It was still half filled with the mix of Soju and beer she decided not to finish.
"Okay, but seriously," Léon started again, "Could there... be a possibility?"
"For one, I'm on the pill," she explained, noticing her friends opening their mouths to argue, so she continued, "I know! I know that's not 100% safe, but it's... very safe-"
"I don't know about very safe, to be honest," Hana went back to nursing a glass of water. "My mom was on the pill and look at me now," pointed at herself with a proud grin.
"Don't make me scared," Minnie mumbled as she fell back onto her chair with a sigh.
"We don't want to scare you," her guyfriend explained, letting the other girl continue,
"But take a test, just in case," Hana shrugged. "You know how many pregnancy scares I've had? Still, better safe than sorry." She ended her speech by finishing her water.
Minnie's gaze had landed on her lap, where her thumbs had already started fidgeting with each other. "I...," she started with a sigh but stopped herself again right away.
"What?" Léon wondered, keeping a close eye on the singer, but she just shook her head and brought the glass of alcohol up to her lips.
"Nothing." And downed the last bit.
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Four days later Minnie was still fighting her stomach each day, going out of her way to try and get as little food and water into her system as possible, knowing it would only trigger her and make her run to the toilet. On the other hand, the lack of nutrition was most definitely also adding to the nausea. There seemed to be no way out for the female singer.
On the verge of tears, overwhelmed with emotions, she had texted Hana in the morning, begging her to go to the store to buy her a pregnancy test. She was still very much in denial of the possibility of her being knocked up, but there were too many signs... But then again, she remembered the conversation she had with her gynaecologist two years ago. The doctor had only let a few words fall from her mouth before Minnie realised what she was trying to tell her.
At the sound of the front door's bell, the idol's head perked up, a second before she was rushing to the door. Once she pressed the camera button, she came to face with the young rapper she had called and pressed to open the door downstairs.
"Thanks!" Came through the speakers as Vernon disappeared into the building.
For the next minutes it would take him to come up, Minnie tried to pretend to have to do something, just praying the time would pass by quicker. The tests, yes multiple, were already placed on the counter of the main bathroom's sink. Hana had arrived with two in her bag, along with chocolate and prosecco to celebrate in case they'd be negative. The alcohol was chilling in the fridge while the sweet treat was waiting for her in the cabinet, with her definitely enjoying it either way of how the tests would come out.
Another doorbell sound rang through the apartment, notifying the female member of his arrival. With a few big steps, she stopped in front of the door, pulling it open in a swift motion. A wide-eyed Vernon standing right in front of her.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know," she mumbled, catching him off-guard as she pulled him in.
With a frown, the younger member stood right in front of her, shuffling his feet out of his shoes before he followed her down the hall.
"What's going on?"
She continued to walk in silence, only coming to a halt in the middle of the living room. Vernon stopped at the corner into the hallway, leaning against the wall.
"Alright," Minnie sighed, bringing her hands up in front of her, "Look..."
"Oh," the '98 Liner nodded, understanding this was going to be even more serious than he had expected. As if her call, asking him 'Can you come over? Like now? Just for a bit?' with zero explanation didn't alert him enough already, her stance certainly brought his heartbeat up.
"Are you okay?" He repeated his question, taking a seat on the edge of the couch, not daring to lean back in comfort.
The girl pressed her lips together, nodding as she avoided his gaze. "I-... I think so, yeah."
"That's not a yes, so that's alarming."
"No, wait-" she stopped him, "Just-... listen, okay?" Making him nod, so she could continue. "I called you because I know- or, at least I hope, you... won't judge me," his frown made her rush her words out even quicker. "And you won't overreact, because I- I don't even know if I really should be concerned, and honestly, I don't think I should be and if you ask me, I think it's impossible, and I'm overreacting, but some other people have made me think otherwise."
"Oh...kay?" Pure confusion was still written across his face. A beat of silence washed over the two as Minnie thought about what to say next. She was looking around the room, knowing there was no way out and she had brought herself into this situation.
She took one deep breath before blurting out, "I need to take a pregnancy test," pressing her lips tightly together again as she waited for a reaction.
Vernon's eyebrows shot up the moment the words tumbled from her lips. He closed his eyes for a split second, trying to take in what she had just said to him.
"Ehm... for... what?"
Minnie looked at him perplexed, "What do you think people take pregnancy tests for?" She knew sex ED in South Korea wasn't good, but she had hoped it wasn't that horrible.
"Well, I hope you're not gonna take it for the reason I think you might be taking it," he glanced up at her.
He called himself lucky to get to have her as an older sister despite only being born two months apart. Vernon and Minnie had been close ever since he became a trainee under Pledis, the older girl taking him in as a little brother in an instant. Over the years, she had realised that the lack of an age gap was starting to show as she found herself looking up at him more and more, mentally and literally physically as he had shot up in height. She had found herself looking for comfort in him, asking him for advice or even just listening to him. While some members were more physical when it came to showing their appreciation and love, Vernon kept himself in the background, choosing quiet acts of kindness as his love language, which she sometimes appreciated even more than anything else. But even with all the love the two had for each other, their sibling-like relationship was no secret and not kept behind closed doors.
"And what is the reason you're not hoping for?" She had crossed her arms in front of her chest, her eyes still unsure of whether or not to lock with his.
Vernon sighed and shook his head before glancing back up at her, now finding her gaze. "Do you seriously think you're pregnant?"
"No," she was quick to answer.
The '98 Liner rose from his seat. "Then why take the test?"
"Because!" Minnie started pacing around the room again, fixing her hair along the way.
"Because?" He nagged her.
The girl to a stop. "Better safe than sorry."
Vernon couldn't help but sigh again, "Minnie..."
"There's a 0.01 per cent chance-"
"Don't say 0.01 because if it really was 0.01 you wouldn't even think of taking one!" He pointed a finger at her, quickly realising the rude gesture and putting his hand down again. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Okay, then maybe a slightly bigger chance... I don't know..." the female member bit down on her lip as her voice quieted down. Her gaze was back on the floor. "I'm scared."
Her confession made the rapper look back at her. He understood the seriousness of the situation, yet he had never seen the girl that way before. On a night out with the group, they had found out about the first pregnancy scare she had had years before, but she acted differently about it then. Took it with a lot more humour. But now, the woman in front of him just confessed to being scared. And he was the one she had trusted to confront about it.
Vernon glanced around the room. He couldn't freak out. He was supposed to help her here.
"Don't be scared," he tried to assure her, getting up from the sofa to take a step closer to her. "Are you serious though?"
Fallen silent, the girl just nodded. After not getting a verbal response back, she spoke up to explain, "I just... I've been feeling kinda... off. It's weird," she brushed it off, "and I really- I don't think I am, but... what if I am?"
Vernon accepted her answer, taking a second to himself. "Okay," he took a deep breath in and out. "It's okay. You have a test?" He asked her.
Minnie nodded.
"You went out and bought one?" Not even trying to conceal the concern in his voice.
"No," she told him, passing him as she made her way to the bathroom. "Hana got two for me."
"Where's she?" The younger member was hot on her feet.
"At work," Minnie explained. "She bought them on her lunch break." She stopped in front of the door, turning around to come to face with the rapper.
Vernon lowered his voice. "Why did you call me?"
The female idol shrugged.
He was desperate at this point. It felt like the wrong situation to be in for him. "Why not... Minghao... or... Shua, or Coups-"
"Coups would have me on a leash and drag me to get me castrated the moment he heard the words 'pregnancy test'!" She defended herself, getting a slight chuckle from him in return.
"Don't know how that would work but you're probably right. He'd do it at the word 'pregnancy' already," he mumbled.
"And... Shua would be way too emotional and... I don't know... Hao too. They'd be so... careful around me and try to comfort me-"
"You don't want to be comforted?"
"Not right now," she shook her head and gulped as he met his eyes. "I called you because you're the only person I know who can just sit there and be there for someone. Without overreacting... or... freaking out. And I'm kinda freaking out, so I need someone with a cool head right now."
"Not gonna lie," Vernon confessed, "I'm freaking out a little though."
"But you're hiding it well."
"Ditto," he nodded at the female member.
Another moment of silence washed over the apartment. Minnie took a quick look into the bathroom, her eyes immediately on the two pink packages by the sink.
"It's basically impossible that I'm pregnant," she admitted. The wheels in Vernon's head started turning, thinking that it was never truly impossible, unless... but he decided not to question her further.
"But I had weird... signs, I guess. And Hana and Léon made me scared. I just wanna make sure."
The '98 Liner nodded along to her words, shaking his head even harder the moment she looked back at him. "Do that. Take the test. Or tests," he dramatically pronounced the plural form.
Minnie nudged her head after a second to take a breath. "Can you come with me?"
Vernon immediately frowned. "Wh- Into the bathroom?"
The girl nodded.
"Ew, no! I'm not gonna watch you piss, bro."
She rolled her eyes, "Don't watch me pee. Just sit next to me," pointing to a stool they had in the bathroom for whatever reason. "Hold my hand?" She batted her eyes at him, mostly to lighten up the situation, while holding a bit of seriousness behind her ask.
"Absolutely fucking not," he shook his head. "Go. I'll be right here."
She eyed him up and down, scrunching up her face. "You're not a real one."
Vernon's eyebrows shot up. "If that's the requirement, I'm good," brushing her off and pushing her to finally get into the bathroom. "Weirdo," he mumbled, getting a last glare. At least she hasn't completely lost her spark, he thought to himself.
The moment she disappeared into the room, Vernon was met with the silence of being by himself. It was only then he realised that he hadn't even asked her about Wonwoo and/or Mingyu. Thinking, if anyone should be there, it would be the two men in question. He passed the thought after a moment of debating, coming to the conclusion that she'd have her reasons. Even after her explanation, he was still slightly confused as to why she'd rather have him than them here with her. He decided he'd rather stay in the unknown rather than pester her with more questions. Right now, she needed a friend, not an interrogator, by her side.
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Vernon cleared his throat awkwardly.
The duo had found their way onto the couch with the two tests placed neatly on the coffee table ahead of them, facing down so neither one of them could even dare to get a glimpse of the results before the timer went off.
"And... ehm...," he tried to pass the time, hoping to somehow soothe the nerves rushing between both of them. "So... if you were though, like... pregnant," he carefully wondered, seeing her almost flinch at his words. He turned to look fully at her, finding her already staring at him. "Would you... w-would you... you know...," Vernon let out a chunk of air, "know whose it is?"
The time he had to himself let his mind wander to places he didn't even want it to go, but he couldn't help it.
Minnie stayed quiet for a few seconds, the words hitting her clearly hard as her eyes drifted off him.
"Ehm...," she took a deep breath. "I... I- eh... I... no?" Lowering her head, her gaze was back on her hands intertwined in her lap. She gulped, "I don't- I don't think so, n-no..." The confession appeared in the form of a big lump in her throat.
While she was able to have her fun with the two men in her life, it was only now that she came across an obstacle like this. Of course, they had had conversations about protection, being careful instead of mindless, and consent. Yet, the topic of a possible pregnancy while still taking precautions seemed to have passed them.
Vernon nodded, his lips tightly pressed together. "Alright... damn...," he raised his eyebrows. "That- that's... wow, impressive... I mean- g-good for you. That's... good for you. And I- I mean not good good for you if you're pregnant, but, you know... good as in good for-"
"Vernon?"
"Yeah, I'm shutting up."
Not the time or place for a conversation like that, nor did she want to go into more detail about the couple's constellation in the bedroom with one of her closest friends, whom she considered her little brother. Neither did Vernon. But the silence had become dreadful.
Any other day, the duo would have no issue sitting next to each other in complete silence, yet, at that very moment, both wanted anything but to stay quiet. And finding a topic of conversation seemed more challenging than ever before.
The '98 Liner could see her shaking leg in the corner of his eye, unsure of how to comfort her well enough since it was the first time in a situation like that for him too. In an attempt to help her, he reached out and placed his hand on her knee, hoping it would calm her.
"It's okay," he quietly told her, turning his head to meet her clearly frightened gaze.
"Is it though?" She kept the conversation going.
He retrieved his hand again to turn the rest of his body to face her more clearly.
"You said it's... very unlikely." He continued to choose his words carefully, not trying to overstep and drag her into a hole she might not get out of.
Minnie nodded. "Yeah...," she whispered, hugging herself as if she was freezing. "Very unlikely, but... never impossible, right?"
Vernon shrugged his shoulder, "I think only you'd know that. If it's possible or not."
Whether they were talking about the act of conception or possibly rather the chances of her fertility would stay between the two.
The girl gulped. "It's unlikely. Very, very unlikely."
A quiet pat on her back gave her the validation and comfort she craved and asked for.
"That's why I called you," Minnie confessed after a short few seconds of quietness.
"Hm?" Vernon glanced back at her after his eyes had been fixed on his phone.
"You can just sit here. Accept it, without a big reaction. And I still feel comforted. You... your presence is very comforting."
The question as to why him and not the men that lived with her was still burning his tongue, yet he didn't even dare to let it fall from his lips. Maybe another time.
"I still don't think I'm the right person for something like this-"
"You are," she quickly reassured him. "I didn't even think of anyone else."
The truth was, were the first people to pop into her head her lovers? Yes, of course. But in a moment of panic, in a situation that could affect either one of their lives immensely, she didn't want to confront them. Not with 100% certainty of a result. She wanted to avoid the unnecessary anxiety and hysteria spreading to other people involved in this. Not if there's nothing to be worried about in the first place, she kept on convincing herself.
In addition, as they had talked about before, knowing the rest of her members, there was a group of them that would try to be as emotionally available as they possibly could, their arms around her during the entire process, trying to console her while she just needed someone next to her. The other part of them would turn it into the headline of their tabloid, running around frantically, trying to make sense of the situation, while freaking out, scaring her even more.
And then there was Cheol, the oldest of them all, she shook her head as she didn't even want to think of a possible reaction of his. Yes, he'd support her no matter what, but the image of disappointment on his face was something she couldn't stomach.
Silently, Vernon leaned back, a tight smile on his lips. He appreciated her honesty.
Their sweet moment of companionship was interrupted by the sound of the teeth-shattering, chill-sending sound of his alarm. Vernon didn't even think of changing the ringtone, just opting to go with the standard iPhone one, making the girl shudder as he turned it off.
"Alright," he sighed. "You ready?"
Minnie nodded, pushing herself up to sit further on the edge, her knees close to hitting the coffee table.
"I do one, you do one?"
"Dude, you peed on that, I'm not touching it!" His exclaim made her look at him dumbfounded.
"I peed on that part," she pointed at the end covered by a plastic cap. "You won't even touch it."
But Vernon just shook his head. "You do it."
"Real supportive," she mumbled at him with an amused glare and nudge of her head.
Rushing down the number from three to one in her head, with a deep breath, she turned one test around, wanting to rip the bandaid off quickly and get it over with. Carefully, she looked at the small electronic display, ready for the worst to hit her.
"Not pregnant," she read out loud with a big breath of air. With a quick move, she turned around the second one, a content smile on her lips as she found the same result.
"Not pregnant," Vernon nodded, looking at the coffee table ahead of him before turning towards the female member. "You okay?"
Minnie pressed her lips together tightly, looking at him with a somewhat smile on her face as she nodded. "Yeah..."
Her gaze fell back on the white and blue plastic, her hands still cramped up in her lap as the younger rapper let himself fall further back into the blue couch. He let a moment pass, giving her the silence to herself.
"You know," he patted her back, gaining her attention, "If you were though...," she met his eye. "I'd drive you. Check-up... or...," with a motion of his hand, he pretended to cut his neck, getting a chuckle from her in return.
"I know," she whispered, not trusting her voice to become any louder. Too many emotions were rushing through the short moment, too many for at that time after coming close to what she'd describe as a heart attack.
In the blink of an eye, she had her arms wrapped around his torso, making the younger member smile softly as he returned the embrace. A comforting hand ran up and down her arm. It wasn't often he reciprocated the show of affection from her, but he'd let her for now, knowing she most definitely needed it.
With her cheek against his shoulder, he felt her tightening her arms in a pulse as she spoke up again.
"That's why I called you."
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NSFW Alphabet LMK Sun Wukong
CW: Explicit sexual content, MINORS DNI
A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex):
at first, he had to be told what made you comfortable, but after that, he's basically a pro. he's actually a very caring person to the people closest to him. that includes you.
B- Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and his partner's)
On himself: I know it's cliche, but tail. it's something that's unique about him. it's what makes a monkey a monkey. so he takes pride in having a tail. He's the Monkey King after all. He's going to be proud of the Monkey part of him.
On You: your hips. LOVE HANDLES MAN. He will grip onto your hips whenever he possibly can. From the front, from the back, doesn't matter. It also keeps him grounded during sex. he likes to feel that you're there with him and that you're real.
C- Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he likes to cum inside if he can. it's either if he has a condom on, or if you are on birth control. (don't be silly, wrap your willie!). but if you're trying for a baby, oh, he is going to indulge in cumming inside you.
if he had to take another option, then he'll cum on your stomach or ass
D- Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he's shapeshifted himself to have female anatomy before. and he's touched himself with those parts. it wasn't really a horny thing really. he was just curious to see how women masturbate
E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Wukong is kind of a whore. He isn't a virgin by any means. But, this is the first time he's had sex with a human. Humans are a lot more fragile than demons. He's a bit scared he'll break you when you did it for the first time. by the time he learns your limits, he's good and he'll know what he's doing
F - Favorite Position (that goes without saying)
He's got a couple
The Lotus: (one partner is sitting in the other's lap while wrapping their legs around their partner) He's able to grasp your hips easy here, and he can hit it pretty deep
Doggy Style: (one partner is on their hands and knees while the other is behind them) again, he can grab your hips more easily with this position. plus it's a lot more animalistic. it unlocks the demon instincts in him.
G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he's called you 'bro' during sex. it was one time and it was spur of the moment. did it ruin the mood? yes. was it hilarious? hell yes. what I'm trying to say, is that he's not afraid to crack a joke during sex
H - Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
the carpet matches the drapes because it's fur. he's a monkey. there's gonna be fur down there. but, when you come along he trims some of it so it doesn't get stuck up a hole or something
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he can get really romantic when he wants to. he's got the duality of calling you 'bro' in bed, to whispering sweet nothings to you. he's a cheesy fuck tho. he'll do the rose petals and the candles
J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
he's rubbed one out before. he'll do it to the thought of you either if you're gone or not in the mood. he won't force you into having sex with him so jacking off is the next best thing (look at him doing the bare minimum)
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink: bro will keep it inside you after he finishes if you ask for it. he wants to keep it there in hopes that you'll get pregnant (if you can). he's seen how loving and caring you are towards the baby monkeys. it makes him want to start a family with you.
Praise Kink: it goes both ways for this one. he likes to see how you react to him praising you. praise him too while you're at it. tell him how good it feels. he'll go harder and try to hit deeper. also he just wants to feel loved and make you feel loved.
Degradation: call him a good little whore. he'll love it
L - Location (favorite places to do the do)
he'll do it in the bedroom (obviously) it's the most privacy, but he also doesn't mind doing it in places around FFM. you just gotta make sure the monkeys aren't able to catch you two. some of them are really young and we are not here to traumatize children
M - Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)
PET HIS TAIL! Do it! I fucking dare you! He'll pounce on you if he's feeling it that day. His tail is sensitive man. He might even moan outright if you pet it during his rut/heat.
Also generally being in a heat/rut like state will get him going anyways. (this is demon terms not real monkey terms by the way)
N - No (something they're not willing to do, turn-offs)
will not physically hurt you unless he know's it's fine. the most he'll do is biting to mark you. he's still a bit cautious about your human physique. he sometimes forgets about his own strength and will leave bruises on your hips sometimes. he gets really guilty about that
O - Oral (preference in giving, or receiving, their skill, etc.)
he's more of a giver in this regard. he likes seeing you writhe in pleasure while he gives you head. pull his hair while he gives you head, he likes that. if you really wanna give him a blowie though, he'll be driven wild. will whimper
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
more like slow and rough. he likes to tease you a bit by going back and forth from slow to fast. but he'll keep a good pace most of the time. when you're close to cumming, he'll go faster so you can chase your high
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
loves a good quickie as much as the next guy. he'll do a quickie if he's really stressed though. it's a good release for you both. it's also a time when you can give him a blowie
R- Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he's down for most of everything. for some things you've gotta talk to him about it and probably explain what it is. but that's only for a few kinks.
S - Stamina (how long can they go for? how long do they last?)
this bitch is immortal. he's got stamina for days. You have to be the one to call things off for the night because it's most likely he can keep going. he can even go all night if you're up for it
T -Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he'll use toys, but you gotta be the one that owns them. he doesn't really have toys because of how isolated he was from humans before Lego Monkie kid began. he'll use the vibrator on you if you ask for it. hell, he'll even let you use a strap and peg him.
U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
the definition of tease. he will edge you when you've been bad my guy. be fucking prepared. you have to like edging if you wanna have sex with him on a regular basis. he's not a monster tho, he'll let you cum, eventually
V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
it depends on if he's on top or bottom. if he's on top, he'll let out some grunts and even a groan or two while he's pounding into you. if you're on top, he will whimper. DO IT. MAKE HIM WHIMPER AND WHINE FOR YOU
W - Wild Card (a random headcanon about the character)
after all that's happened throughout LMK, Wukong wants to repair his relationship with Macaque. He knows that it's going to take a lot of work and patience, and it'll never be like how it was. but, he wants to give it a try. there's a part of him that still cares about Macaque.
X - X -ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
he's about average size (4-5 inches) but he's a shapeshifter, so he can change the size to experiment. he tried to make it nine inches and holy jesus you couldn't fit that in you without a bit of prep.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
he'll do it about 4-5 times a week. he won't do it when MK is over to train with him though. it's too much of a risk to have him walk in on you two. he can't risk having his student looking at him with disgust
Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)
he'll clock out when you're all taken care of for the night. if you're having a bath afterward, he'll probably be out by then. once you get in the bed, he's reaching for you. it's cute
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okay, thank you for coming to my ted talk
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Hiiii✨
I saw that you wanted requests for stranger things, so could you possibly make something with Steve x reader where he kind of protects her or something like that🪷🌺 preferably in season 4 but it’s not a must, ok thank u bye
I LOVED THIS SO MUCH! I am so sorry it took me SO long and I mixed this with two other requests 😊 I hope that's okay
Requests - Anonymous asked: Hi lovely! A request where the reader gets hurt trying to save Steve from something? I’m thinking something like the scene in ST4 where they fought the “bats”. Thank you 🥰
- mychemicalimagines asked: Hi! you asked for prompts and i’m here to deliver!! "The closest thing to love at first sight I've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you." with Steve pleaseeee? thank you!
Warnings: reader gets hurt (she's attacked by bats)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁
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The Closest Thing
Everything happened too fast. In the blink of an eye. You had always wondered what death would feel like. Would it hurt? Would you even feel it? Would it feel like falling asleep? Would it be quick? It was definitely not quick. You could feel more bats coming towards you and start biting new, different spots on your body. And the only thing you could think about is, that this was the last time you ever saw Steve Harrington.
You would never get to tell him how you felt. You would never get to be in his arms. You would never get lost again in his beautiful, chocolate brown, captivating eyes. You would never see his beautiful smile or hear him laugh again. All you had with you, was his face when you had been pulled back into the water.
You were pretty sure you were losing it when you heard his voice. His beautiful voice calling your name. And then it got closer. And then, he was there, hitting the bats away from you. You were finally able to take a deep breath when the bat that was around your neck was pulled away from you and you sat up.
"Sweetheart, I'm here, okay?" Steve told you before he hit another bat away. You coughed a little seeing Nancy, Robin, and Eddie approaching too as they started fighting the bats away.
With the little strength that you had you managed to get up and keep fighting. This would not be the end. You at least had to tell Steve how you felt before you died.
Once everything died down, you felt Steve's arms pull you towards him as the five of you ran to the nearest safe place. Or well, less dangerous, really. Steve sat you down and felt tears in his eyes when he looked at all the blood and bruises on your body while you tried to smile weakly at him. Nancy ripped off the bottom of her shirt and handed it to him so he could wrap it around your stomach as the other three explored around.
"I told you it should have been me going inside the lake" he said with a stern voice.
“Wait, are you mad because I stole your thunder as the hero?” you smirked.
“You’re seriously making jokes while you were almost eaten by bats?! Do you have any idea how dangerous it was for you to jump in the lake in the first place?!”
"It wouldn't have been any less dangerous if it was you" you frowned.
"I know, but I-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You would have been safe" he said, sadly.
"Steve we both know I would have jumped after you just like you did for me" you informed him.
"How can you be this stubborn? I don't-" he complained. "I don't want to lose you" he said with a few tears rolling down his cheeks which you quickly wiped away with your hand.
"You didn't" you assured him. "You saved me" you smiled, making a tiny smile appear on his lips as well.
"I love you" he blurted out, making you widen your eyes a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blurt that out just like that, or well, tell you in the UpsideDown, which is probably the worst place I could have done but... seeing you like that I just... I can't keep it any longer. You don't have to say anything, by the way. I don't expect you to feel the same way or-" you leaned in and cut him off by giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Steve" you said when you pulled away. "The closest thing to love at first sight I've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you" you admitted. "I have... kind of been waiting for you to notice" you chuckled a little. "And I thought I wouldn't get a chance to-"
"Don't say that, sweetheart" he said, cupping your cheek. "I'm gonna get you out of here, okay? I promise" he smiled, kissing you again. "And when all this is over, I'm taking you out on a proper date" he added.
"You got yourself a deal, Harrington" you smiled, kissing him again.
The End
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A/N: I hope you liked it :D
#stranger things#stranger things imagine#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington drabble
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devotion
Pairing: Alastor x f!Reader
Summary: She would give anything for him.
Word Count: 1,997
Warnings: blood, canon typical violence, Alastor being psychotic
A/N: okay friends, first time writing for Al. this was not beta'd or really edited at all so if something seems weird just... assume I meant to fix it. also, this was written as a QPR, but there's a little feelings on reader's side if you squint. I'm not 100% on how in character this is for Alastor, but we tried and that's what matters right
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She plopped onto the shitty couch and pulled her knees to her chest, looking around the shitty house where they'd been hiding out in the middle of this shitty swamp for the last two shitty weeks. The wallpaper was peeling and yellowed, the floors covered in mold and mildew, the running water only worked half the time, and, more importantly, the refrigerator was empty as of six nights prior. Her stomach rumbled just thinking about a nice juicy cut. She sighed, closing her eyes and allowing herself to sink into the daydream of food.
She knew when she'd gotten into this hobby with Alastor that there was a non-zero chance she would wind up on the run someday. She just wished they could have put it off a bit longer, had a bit more fun. She laid her head back against the rotting couch until she heard the creak of the floor near the front door.
Her eyes snapped open and her brows furrowed as she took in Alastor's hunting attire.
“Al, where do you think you're going?”
“Well, my dear, unless you feel like us both starving to death in this dismal abode, I thought I'd better go get some food.”
“Alastor. You know we've heard the dogs nearby. You can't possibly go out there without getting caught, at least until we've had a couple days where we haven't heard 'em.”
“Again, starving is not on my agenda, so we don't particularly have another choice.”
Another choice. Her face hardens as she realizes what another option might be. She stood up and crossed the room, grabbing Alastor's arm before he could open the door. “There is a way for us to make it out of this without you leaving. Or rather, a way for one of us to make it out of this.”
He hummed, and she could see the wheels turning as he put together what she was implying. “I'm not sacrificing myself for you to get away, you know.”
“I know. That's why I'm just asking you to get it over with quickly. You'll get more time, and I – well, I'll at least get to go out on my own terms. If I have to go, at least it'll be for you.”
His eyes widened just a bit, more reaction than she'd usually get, before he shrugged. “Okay. Painless it is. Not usually my style, but I think I can figure it out.”
She laughed, a genuine, full laugh. “I know, Al, and that's why we've worked out so well. But I think you could at least do that much for me.”
He pulled his hunting knife from where he had already slid it into his belt. “Are you ready?”
And with one nod, everything went black.
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It seemed instantaneous, appearing in hell. She looked around, taking in the chaos around her. Literal dumpster fires, public sex, casual street murders, Hell had it all. Of course, arriving in Hell wasn't a surprise for her. You don't kill that many people and expect to get into Heaven. She wasn't even sure she had believed in the whole afterlife thing until she was experiencing it. She shrugged it off, finding the closest place with a mirror she could use for free.
Her body was... different, certainly. But intact, and honestly, she was quite happy with it. Given the various types of demons she'd seen just in her brief time there, it could've been a lot worse. She wandered, putting together a plan of action for getting herself set up in Hell. It seemed she would need income to make most things happen, which made finding a job a top priority. She also needed a place to sleep, as it seemed unsafe at best to stay on the streets.
She got a job fairly quickly at Ozzie's, though she wasn't thrilled with the outfit they made her wear for the whole thing. But it was money, and easy work, so she stuck with it. Asmodeus offered her a fairly decent rate on rent nearby, as well, so she could have done worse.
Shortly after getting settled, she started feeling pressure on her body in random locations and at seemingly random times, almost like someone was grabbing or poking her to get her attention. Occasionally she'd get hot spots, which she at first attributed to it being hot in Hell. Little scrapes and cuts would appear sometimes as well, but they always healed up quickly. It wasn't until the final time it happened that she realized what had been happening over the past few weeks.
A perfect bite imprint appeared on her forearm, accompanied by a sharp pain, and she realized it must have been an effect of Alastor in the living world. She traced her finger over the mark, which had healed into almost a scar, but not quite. It was a bit pink, but wasn't angry and fresh. She smiled a little to herself, happy that her sacrifice hadn't been in vain.
As time went on, she found herself tracing the mark when she was feeling stressed, upset, or particularly lonely. It never healed all the way, making it always a bit sensitive to touch, and served as a reminder of why she was here. The mark always made her feel closer to Al, which brought a little comfort when things got crazy.
She had managed to stay within the same few blocks that she knew were heavily policed by Asmodeus's people. However, six months into her stay in Hell, she finally had to leave her little neighborhood to buy some things for the bar. She packed her gun, a knife, and made sure she was dressed inconspicuously – the rumors about the surrounding areas were very...detailed...about what might happen to someone who ended up on the wrong side of a fight.
Unfortunately, her preparation didn't keep her from getting spotted by some Sharks outside the store as she started back toward her apartment. She tried to hurry, sliding between demons and other sinners, before slipping down an alley to attempt to lose her tail. It was too late by the time she realized it was a dead end, and the Sharks started cutting off her only entrance.
She took one step, two, keeping them in her sight until her back hit the brick wall behind her. Her hand reached for her gun, ready to pull it when the lead Shark got close enough. Their glares were paralyzing, and she could smell the smoke and alcohol on them at that distance. She felt herself start to shake, taking a deep breath to steady herself before -
“You wouldn't want people to think you're picking on those of fairer means would you?” The sound and feeling of static crackled through the air like lightning as a dark shape enveloped the opening to the alleyway. A long, thin shadow ripped through the air, straight through the lead Shark, throwing him against the side of the neighboring building.
Green sparks shone through the seemingly infinite blackness, a pair of what could only be described as antlers growing from the approaching shape. Two more tendrils, picking up the remaining Sharks and tossing them into the air like dolls. She wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't look away from the gore. Sure, she had seen a lot of violence in her time in Hell, but she hadn't seen that level of overkill in quite some time.
As the last of the Sharks fled only to get a tendril through the skull, she pressed herself as far into the corner as possible, sliding down the wall and pulling her knees to her chest. There was only the hope that the demon forgot she existed, and the knowledge that if he hadn't, she would likely be next up for second death.
The shadow approached, darkness fading as he got closer until finally it revealed a man. A tall man, with horns, but just a man, nonetheless. He was straightening out his red coat, and twirling something around in his hands as he approached. “Always good to have an excuse to let off a little steam. Always good.”
He put a hand out to help her up. As she lifted herself off the ground, he was already vaguely shaking her hand, introducing himself. “Name's Alastor, pleasure to meet you. Quite a pleasure.”
His name hit her ears about the time he caught a glimpse of her bite, and both stopped dead in the middle of introductions. She looked up, eyes widening as she realized that yes, that was a microphone, and yes, in fact, it had been quite a while since she'd seen that level of overkill, one could even say since her living days. He looked different now, sure, but as soon as she looked into his eyes, she knew that was her Al.
“Well maybe don't wait so long to come save my ass next time, eh, Al?” She smirked up at him, waiting for him to process what was happening. His nails traced the pattern of his own bite on her arm. She caught sight of his tongue tracing across his teeth, as if he was just then realizing how different they'd really become. “I bet your imprint looks a bit different now, doesn't it?” She spoke more to herself than to him as she reached to pull her sleeve down over the mark.
“Why, I should hope so, my dear. I should very much hope so. Let's see just how much it's changed then!” Without any more warning than that, he pulled her arm to his mouth and bit, hard. The new mark bled, sure, but it healed up more quickly than it probably should have, covering his old impression with his new one. His ears twitched subconsciously, his ever-present smile nearly faltering as he watched the blood drip, drip, drip down her arm. He shook himself out of whatever thoughts were distracting him rather quickly before acting like no time had passed at all since they'd been together last. “Now, I don't think I should leave you alone again. It seems to me that you still can't stay out of trouble, my dear! Come along, let me show you where I've been staying!”
“But – Hang on! Al! I've got to go to work!”
“Ah, there'll be no more need of that anymore. We'll send a notice to... whoever you're working for when you get settled.” He raised an eyebrow, practically daring her to argue. She knew, though, that she'd never gone against what he'd wanted before, and she didn't particularly want to start now. She took the elbow he'd offered her and allowed him to lead her out of the alley.
Occasionally, as they walked, she would catch sight of a shadow that seemed to be following them.
“Oh, don't mind them. They're just keeping an eye on your wellbeing. You better get used to it! Having a friend like me, why, other overlords will just be dying to get their hands on you!”
She scoffed, a look of adoration crossing her features before she tactfully replaced it with annoyance. “I'm not going to get any rest now, am I?”
“Oh contraire, ma cherie! You're going to get everything you've ever wanted and deserved. I owe you that after what you did for me up there, wouldn't you say?”
“Oh I just can't wait to show you Cannibaltown! You've got to meet Rosie, yes. You'll get along very well, very well indeed. And she makes the most delectable little treats! Maybe we'll go by tomorrow.”
As he continued rambling, she hummed approval when appropriate, watching him out of the corner of her eye with a mix of caution and longing. As he led her down streets she'd never seen before, she realized maybe this was all her afterlife had needed after all.
#alastor x reader#alastor x oc#aroace!alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#alastor#tw: blood#tw: cannibalism#hazbin hotel fic
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my saltburn hot take is i think the reason felix brought oliver to his mom's is because he was done with him.
you can see felix and the family growing increasingly bored of him, much like poor dear pamela he's overstaying his welcome at that point in the movie.
i don't really think felix cared about being the savior again, i don't think he cared period. he saw the phone call from his mom as an easy way to get him out of his life, because like m*chael g*vey said "he'll grow bored of you." and he did.
if anything he did it out of pity and saw it as a way to alleviate himself of any lingering guilt of cutting off a friend (toy) who has nothing without him, and if he got oliver his mother back then problem solved he doesn't need to stay with him anymore! and he's a hero in the process (which is a bonus but not the reasoning imo)!!
but finding out oliver lied i do think felix was genuinely hurt, not necessarily because he loved oliver (i'm not totally convinced anyone in the family truly knows how to love people outside of their family, prefer/enjoy the company of, sure. maybe even feel genuine affection towards, but idk about actual love) but because for the first time felix has experienced not only real betrayal, but also probably the closest thing to heartbreak felix is capable of feeling.
#hehehe fellow cattonquick girlies please don't hate me for this#to be fair i think if felix was capable of love he would've loved oliver. i'm just not sure he is. but i think it's the closest he got to it#idk i have a lot of conflicting saltburn feelings#but this is how i view it right now at least#saltburn#saltburn 2023#oliver quick#felix catton#cattonquick#felix x oliver#oliver x felix
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