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American Mate - (4)

First Case of Alpha Space

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 4 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4132

Work count for Story: 16,244

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises. 

You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. The external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them. 

Things would be difficult for a while because you are right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some kind of compliance from your award left hand. 

Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better writing than you did. Dictation software to save the day!

Hearing Derek’s voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than Evie. Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both. 

“Oh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.” 

You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both men’s faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasn’t mate material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.                  

“Thanks Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isn’t about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?”

“Yes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report… um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor.” Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.

”Mr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a ‘what-the-F-did-I-do’ expression, only to be met with a smirk.

“Y/n, I don’t think you understand what is going on. You haven’t dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.”

Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, “With the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate explains.”

Derek opens the break room door to face Hoseok, Teahyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, who are all staring. “Oh, Hi there.”

Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously. 

“Is Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?”

“그 사람 괜찮아요?”

“Why does she still smell hurt?”

“Wait, wait, wait, please,” Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop.

“I do not know Korean for one and for two Mr. Min has gone into full non-verbal Alpha Space and I  am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation  and she needs to talk with Director Johnson.”

At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.

The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.

“Sorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment dealing with the playmates, corporate office, and Manager Sejin,” Namjoon apologizes as he enters the room.

He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly.

They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.

They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws. 

Taehyung’s eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongi’s as he slips into Alpha Space. 

“Namjoon-hyung, Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,” Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door. 

“It is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.” Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, “Sir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I have to talk with the Director.” 

A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls, as if you vex them more than you humanly possible. 

“Miss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,” Namjoon says with a look of distaste. 

“He has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs.  It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment, he did not leave a good impression with the pack.”

Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, “We have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.” 

“You are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.”

“What? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic.” Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare. 

“Please, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I don’t want to be a bother.”

At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair, you nervously ask, “Derek, what did I do?”

“Y/n, you really don’t get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious.” He smiles and shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door.

“Mr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.”

“I wish you the best with her. It won’t be easy, trust me, I know. Good Luck.” Derek bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.

Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, “Relax and have fun.” Then he turns and leaves the room. 

As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. “Mr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr.Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.”

“Our human? So you know?” Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.

Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. “At first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha space. It would be hard to miss.”

“The other two?” someone asks.

Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three. “Yes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeon’s Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.”

“Meanwhile I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run  away with her.” Derek leaves the pack to mull over the new information.

“Tae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,” Seokjin contemplates. 

“Should we stay out here? Miss y/n’s pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,” Hoseok adds. 

Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift. 

He just doesn’t know how to handle you yet, especially since you don’t know what you mean to the pack.

“Good, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,” Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group. 

“I have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.”

“Thank you,” Seokjin says, feeling relief that no one seems to be fighting this. “Namjoon is in with the rest of the pack and Miss Y/n, we should go in. From what Mr. Gulley says, Miss y/n does not seem to understand the situation to the fullest. I just hope that Namjoon can clear some things up.”

“Relax and have fun? What does he mean by that?” You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut. 

He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols. 

Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.

Taking a breath, you say, “Mr. Kim, Prime Alpha… Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?”

At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound at what you said.

Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.

Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, “Miss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.”

With a gentle smile, he continues, “So please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.” 

Thinking to himself, ‘At least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.’

“Alpha’s run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta packmember. As an Alpha, Yoongi instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.” 

Watching as you seem to sit up with interest, he continues, “First things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.”

“He has to be the one to take me to get it treated? I can’t have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.”

You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity that would come from catching you and THE Suga of BTS at a clinic. You can’t imagine what nonsense they would come up with?

Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer. 

Yoongi’s tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively. 

Taehyung starts to purr softly, hoping that the sound will comfort you. 

Jungkook, on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg.

The feeling of Jungkook’s head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Sorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others.”

“Miss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoogni ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too.”

“The pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?” 

Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkook’s hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha. 

A soft chuckle escapes Namjoons as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. “Yes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.”

“Jungkook and Taehyung will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you.” 

Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, “Who is it?”

“Namjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?” The door opens slightly to reveal it’s him. 

At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside.

“Did you contact everyone?”

“Big Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,” Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.

Moving to look at you, he continues, “I contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor.” 

Glancing at the boys surrounding you closely, his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.

Looking back at you, he gently smiles, “With the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.”

“Why wouldn’t she just come here, or I go to her?”

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesn’t have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.”

“Oh, I see. Well, umm…” you look at Namjoon and ask, “What option would be best for your pack?”

Namjoon’s chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. “Not to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our AirBnB would be best.”

You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain. They cannot all fit in your flat; it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.

They don’t seem to like being here. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick. 

“Okay. If it is best for the pack, then I will go with you to the AirBnB and see Dr. Blackwell.” 

It’s almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath. 

“Yoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,” Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor. 

Jungkook stands and curls into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color.

Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains near. His body is more relaxed and his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.

After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the Jaguar kneeling with expectant but questioning eyes. 

 “Mr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things and then you can take me to the pack house?”

Yoongi’s face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly handsome rapper look so adorable?

He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave.

“Prime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way he can talk to the direc… Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?”

“Yes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and won’t be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,” Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.

Bowing slightly, “Thank you, Prime Alpha.”

Making it to your desk is more complicated than one would think. 

Yoongi won’t leave your right side, while Taehyung won’t leave your left. Both act like it's code red and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then you have the rest of BTS trailing behind like some kind of posse. 

You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile. 

“I see you are taking things in stride,” glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. “Did the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?”

Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you, “She is aware that we are responsible for her at this time and she will be treated at our temporary pack house by our doctor.”

You don’t miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. “I see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated.”

“Derek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates I will let you both know?” 

Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, “I don’t think it would be good for me to talk with him myself still.”

Derek nods in response, “Manager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Don’t worry about us here. We can handle it while you heal.”

Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.

“No carry. Keep safe.” Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain.

Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, “It’s an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.”

“Umm… Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,” you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger.

“I think that is it,” you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he slowly approaches you.

“Y/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor.”

His eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.

As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, “Take time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.”

He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.

A soft whisper in your ear, “You know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you,” with one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk.

“Now, shoo! Off you go. The boss said I’ll get to man the front desk for now.”

With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing,  your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon, waiting for a clue as to what to do next. 

“Manager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jimin also went down because we won’t all fit in the elevator.”

“Oh,” you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didn’t even notice they had gone.

“Miss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,” Junkook says while inching towards the office doors.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry, I have everything. Lead the way.” 

You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass. 

You’re a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldn’t they?

Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate towards you.

Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall. 

That added to the embarrassment for now and when you return to work.

Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next. 

However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you. 

The energy calms down as the doors close. The four Alphas relax now that they surround you and will start taking care of you. 

Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them. 

As the doors part, you're greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards. 

Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space,  “Take home. Keep safe.”

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Her Own Personal Demon

synopsis: a young woman misses out on her date because of a demon

warnings: demon au, incubus, smut, oral (f. receiving and m. receiving), penetrative sex, creampie

pairings: johnny x black! reader

“Picking out an outfit for this date is so freaking hard!” A young woman exclaimed. Quickly, she discarded the outfit on the bed as a frustrated expression plagued her features. She was going on a date tonight with a guy that she had been messaging for a while and she was so excited to finally meet him for the first time.

Even though she was excited to meet him, she was stumped on finding something to wear for her date. Every single article of clothing in her closet had suddenly turned into a complicated code that she couldn’t put together. She wished that she could put one together and be done, but she couldn’t. That’s what frustrated her the most.

Y/N wished that she could find something to wear. After all she was going out with the hottest, most popular man in her department. She was determined to make sure that she looked just as hot right next to him for this date. She couldn’t walk out of her apartment looking any kind of way. She had to give the people perfection right down to the very last detail.

“Maybe you could go naked,” A deep, yet mischievous voice whispered into her ear. Y/N jumped out of fright and turned around to look at the perpetrator that dared to scare her.

“Don’t do that, you fucking asshole!” Y/N hissed venomously, glaring at the owner of the voice. The owner in question was a tall, yet muscular khaki skinned man with uniquely styled black hair to match, an upturned nose, rosy lips, high cheekbones, medium sized lips, and hooded set eyes. He was a wet dream incarnated.

The offender simply chuckled as she cursed at him angrily. It was a daily occurrence for him to be cursed out by her. Johnny was so used to it by now that he almost found it endearing.

“And no I’m not going naked. Are you insane?” Y/N asked.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Johnny grinned, revealing his sharp canines to her. She ignored him and continued searching through her closet for something to wear. There had to be something she could wear that would wow him.

“Why not just stay home with me? We can have our usual fun where I make you cum and you try not to disturb your neighbors,” he suggested.

“You’re not touching me ever again, you bastard,” she spat venomously.

“Oh c’mon. It’ll be fun and you won’t have to worry about finding anything to wear,” he said.

“That was a one time thing only,” she firmly stated.

“It was more than once, my dear and we both know that you enjoyed it as much as I did,” he replied. Honestly, she was desperate during those times with Johnny. Why? Because all her dates didn’t work out too great in the end and she ended up alone without any human dick in her life.

Unluckily for her, the khaki skinned thorn in her side was there to fulfill her needs when her fingers or vibrator couldn’t. While Johnny was feeling satisfied about their encounters, she was left feeling all types of regret.

“That’s the end of it and I mean it. I’m probably going to have a boyfriend now and I can’t be indulging you,” she waved him off.

“Indulging me? If memory serves correctly, you were the one that started this,” he countered.

“And I regret every single second of it,” She responded.

“Is that what those screams were?” Johnny teased. Silently, she scowled at him while he just smiled smugly. She really hated it when he got smug about their little “encounters” because he would gloat about them every single chance he got. He was such a smug bastard and he got on her nerves every single day.

Deciding not to entertain him any longer, she turned back to the pile of clothes on the floor and continued to sift through them to try and find something to wear. She was in a crunch for time right now because her date was coming in the next twenty minutes and she needed to find an outfit to wear. She already had an idea on what shoes to wear so hopefully it’ll just come to her.

While she continued to sift through her clothes, the smarmy bastard floating behind her whistled softly to himself. He was feeling a little bored already considering how he hadn’t been out of the house in days and he needed some type of entertainment. She was punishing him unfairly after that one incident where he started a fire at some apartment building for the fun of it. He couldn’t go out and have sex with just anybody because he was tied to her completely, which meant that he would have to continue suffering.

As he floated in the air, he caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye that almost made him shrug it off. However, he checked again and saw that she was bending over to grab something from the large pile. He continued floating in the air while glancing over at the beautiful sight before him with a hungry look in his eyes.

Because she was bending over, her lacy panties had moved to the side and revealed to him a small glimpse of her lower lips. He licked his lips as he gazed at those beautiful lips that he loved to touch and tease whenever she allowed him to. He could feel a certain hunger in the pit of his stomach for just a small taste of them.

He decided to take a chance and just float down right behind her. She didn’t seem to take notice of his presence in the slightest. Although, she was not very attentive in the first place. That’s why she was stuck with someone like him until the end of her days.

Slowly, he pulled the flimsy little garment to the side, making her whip her head around to glare at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Y/N managed to hissed through clenched teeth.

A wolfish grin formed on his features as he looked down at her, “Satisfying my hunger.”

The sound of her phone ringing on the bed caused her to scramble to her feet, slapping away his hands in the process. She pressed accept and placed the phone to her ear.

“Hi, Alex,” she greeted cheerfully. Johnny let out a snort at the sound of her sickeningly sweet voice. Y/N did not take too kindly to him making that noise in the slightest because she glared at him. She turned her head back in the direction it was originally in.

As she continued to speak with the loser on the other end of the phone, a wicked idea popped into his head. A smirk formed on his lips as he quietly and carefully moved towards her body. She was too wrapped up in her conversation to notice that the demon was positioning himself behind her.

His long finger hooked the thin straps of her g-string and he gave it a tug. She let out a noise of surprise that sounded almost like a whimper. She quickly apologized and thought of some lame excuse to give the loser on the other end. He tugged it again and she let out that same noise again.

“S-sorry. I…I just choked a little on water,” she stammered. The idiot on the other end seemed to accept that dumb excuse.

“She really knows how to pick them,” Johnny thought to himself. He started to pull it aside, garnering a glare from her. With their gazes still locked, he leaned forward, giving her cunt one long, languid lick. She let out a small moan and then choked out a cough.

“S-so, Alex, what day do you want to reschedule our d-date for?” Y/N stammered. Johnny began feasting on her womanhood in a slow, yet sensual way that had her bucking against his mouth. He smirked against her pussy and continued to eat her. Fuck. She tasted good. She tasted so good to him and he missed putting his mouth on this special little place of hers.

“Y-yeah. Th-that sounds good,” she managed to get out. He closed his eyes as he savored the taste of her. He likened the taste of her to a very fine wine that had been aged to perfection. He was intoxicated by it.

“Mmm.…mhm,” she responded, feigning as if she didn’t have a demon’s tongue between her legs. He slipped a long finger inside of her causing her to let out a small moan while he began to suckle on her clit.

“I…I.…I’m o-okay, Alex. Just st-stubbed my toe,” she answered in a shaky voice as the creature behind her thrusted his finger in out of her slowly. Her excuses were so lame and so very laughable to him. If that idiot on the other end didn’t piece together that maybe something wasn’t right, then there is no hope for him.

When he added a second finger, she fully let out a moan. Johnny knew then that the idiot on the other end couldn’t deny that something was going on with her. His fingers moved faster inside of her as he suckled on the little bundle of nerves. She had completely lost all reason and was full on moaning in front of him.

He moved his mouth away from her beautiful pussy and let out a laugh, “I almost feel bad for this poor idiot. Here you are getting your pussy licked by me and he’s focused on some stupid date.”

He could tell that she was getting turned on from what he was saying, “Fuck. Does he even realize how much of a slut you are?”

“No,” she moaned.

“Oh you’re not a slut?” Johnny asked, stopping the movement of his fingers. She whined and began moving her hips to try to relieve the ache that had begun to form.

“You’ve proven my point,” he laughed. He removed his glistening fingers from her center. He rolled her onto her back only to find that she had this lustful look on her face.

A smirk formed on his lips, “you’re hopeless.”

He picked up the phone and saw that the call had been dropped. Johnny laughed when he saw this. He didn’t think it would take this long for that idiot to finally piece it all together. He thought we get have some more fun and have the idiot listen as he fucked her over the phone. Maybe the next one will be gullible enough to listen to it.

He placed the two fingers that were once inside her beautiful pussyin her mouth, almost forcing her to taste herself. She glared at him, but he didn’t take it seriously. He never did. How could anyone take her seriously when she looked ready to take his cock into her needy little center.

She sucked them clean like an obedient slut causing the man to smirk once more. He replaced his fingers with his lips, engaging her in a lust filled kiss. He loved the feeling of her plump, soft lips.

When their lips parted, she was left panting with swollen lips. He smacked her thigh hard causing her to let out a small yelp.

“You know what I want,” he told her, removing his own shirt. She moved to her knees, leaning up to kiss him once again, then trailing her lips from his down to his jawline. She softly sucked on the skin there and continued to trail her lips down to his beautiful neck. She peppered kisses along his neck, nibbling on it as she went.

Y/N finally made it to the waistband of his pants. Her fingers made quick work of his belt as he watched her with hooded eyes. She pushed down his pants partially, signaling that he needed to strip. He obliged, discarding his pants somewhere in the room. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, slowly tugging them down making his dick spring free of its confines. She leaned down and ran her tongue from the base to the tip on the underside of it. He shuddered visibly from the feeling of her soft tongue.

Y/N repeated this action once more, taking the tip into her pretty little mouth. She licked the bead of precum, then took him into her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down his shaft slowly. Johnny moaned softly, running his fingers through her locs.

One thing that he had to admit after many centuries of being around was that she was the best at using her mouth. She might complain from time to time about sucking him off, but they both knew that she loved the feeling of him in her mouth. He felt her take him deeper into his mouth until she was at the base. He could feel her nose against his pelvis. The feeling of her tongue caressing the underside of his cock felt like pure heaven.

“You really have a talent for this,” he groaned.

When she felt his hands taking hold of her braids, she held onto his waist and allowed him to fuck her mouth. His tip kissed the back of her throat causing her to moan around his girth while her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The vibrations coming from her throat made it feel even better. Saliva leaked from her mouth as he fucked her mouth like it owed him something.

Soon, she felt his cum paint the back of her throat. He held her head firmly in place as rope after rope splattered the back of her throat. She knew that he was holding her there to make sure she swallowed every last drop. He hated spitters. His previous contractors were not too keen on the idea of swallowing his load, but she did it with no problem. She had to be one of his favorites.

Slowly, he slid his length out of her mouth and looked down at her. She opened her mouth to show him that she did just what he liked. He yanked her up to her knees, kissing her with a fiery passion.

“You know you’re definitely going to have a reputation now,” he smirked against her lips.

“No thanks to you,” she rolled her eyes hard.

“I’ve done a great job because now I have you to myself tonight,” he murmured against her lips.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she mumbled.

“I’ll be happy to oblige,” he grinned, pecking her lips. He pushed her down onto the bed roughly. She shot him a hard glare while he just smirked at her.

“Bastard,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled, spreading her large thighs. He released one thigh to line himself with her entrance before slowly sinking into her. She let out a soft mewl at the feeling of being stretched by his girth.

“Johnny,” she moaned. His hands slid up to her hips and he began rocking into her. Watching his cock move in and out of her was a beautiful sight to see. She was so warm that it felt like his cock would melt inside of her.

“That’s right. I’m the only one who could ever make you feel this way,” he smugly stated. He was lucky that she was too occupied to even form a response because she definitely would have ripped him a new one. Although, hearing her cursing at him was amusing as hell to him. He would barely even listen to her when she did and would instead think about bending her over.

He began to pick up his pace, snapping his hips as he went. She was moaning louder than before and that made him smirk. He found it funny how she would be so against it afterwards, but would moan as loud as she could the entire time.

Her breasts flopped up and down as he pushed his girth in and out of her. She felt so full that she could almost feel him in her stomach. She felt him remove one hand from her hips and soon felt the psd of his thumb pressing against her clit. He began to rub that little bundle of nerves as he thrusted in and out of her. She could hear herself crying out louder and she knew her surrounding neighbors could hear her. They could always hear her.

“Johnny,” she cried out when she came around his girth. He flipped her onto her stomach. She knew immediately to arch her back and have her ass up. His favorite part about her is the fact that she knew to get into position without him having to say anything. He sank into her again, gripping ass this time. He loved that so much of it could fit into his hands.

"Johnny, please...I can't take it!" Y/N pleaded. Johnny chuckled darkly to himself as she pleaded with him.

"Yes you can, Y/N. You can take all of it," He smirked, thrusting into her.

"Johnny!" She cried out like a prayer. He loved driving her insane with each stroke. He wanted her to break. He wanted her mind to completely shatter from the amount of pleasure he was giving her. He wanted her to break down so much that she would be his own little slut in private. He wanted her to break so bad that she couldn't live without his cock inside her.

"Call my name, you little slut,” he said, feeling her walls clench around him. If there’s one thing that definitely gets her off, it’s being degraded by him. She definitely put up a front each time after they finish having sex, but they both knew she loved it.

"J-Johnny!" Y/N moaned, drooling onto the sheets.

"Should I fill this filthy cunt with my cum?" Johnny asked. Those words made her clench up as he spoke them.

"Maybe I should fill your cunt with my cum," Johnny suggested.

"N-no! J-Johnny! Stooooop," She cried out, gripping onto the sheets for dear life. The last thing she wanted was a cream pie from him.

"Stop? Why? You know you love it when I fill this filthy cunt with my cum,” he taunted.

"Johnny!" Y/N cried out.

"C'mon. Say yes. Say yes to me filling you up," he urged. The young woman bit her lip as he rocked into her.

Because of her disobedience, he smacked her ass hard. She released her lip and let out a loud cry. He grinned devilishly and smacked her hard again.

"JOHNNY!" She screamed.

"You're being a bad girl," He whispered into her ear. He licked the outer shell of her ear.

"Y/N, let me cum inside you, hm? You know you want me to," he said in a sultry voice.

"N-no," Y/N moaned. He placed his foot on the bed to give himself more leverage as he pounded into her harder. Her mind was so jumbled that she could barely make a coherent sentence and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head. The sound of skin slapping had the entire room completely.

“Why should I listen to you now?” Johnny asked, knowing that she could barely register what he was saying. She was going to have a hard time trying to come up with a reason when he was making her feel so good.

“Tell me why, Y/N. I promise I’ll listen,” a wicked smile had formed on his lips. He slowed his pace down out of “politeness” for her so he could hear what she had to say.

However, all she could do was whimper because he had slowed down. She began moving her hips to try and get him to continue his pace from before.

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m giving you a chance to tell me why you don’t want me to cum inside your pussy,” he said.

“P-Please fuck me,” she whined. He let out a wicked laugh and gave her what she wanted. She was so easy.

“I’ll give you what you want,” he smacked her hard causing her to yelp loudly. He pounded her hard, almost making her run away because it was too much, but he pulled her back and held her there as she gripped the sheets below her hard.

"Johnny" She cried out as she came. He continued to pump into her as he came inside of her. Rope after rope of cum spilled inside of her. He held her against his body as he came inside of her. He wanted her to take all of it just so he could watch it leak out of her.

When he finished, he pulled out slowly as she collapsed onto the bed and watched with a proud look in his eyes as it leaked out of her beautiful pussy.

She was panting as she attempted to catch her breath. She could barely move and she didn’t think she wanted to move in the slightest.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” he informed her, smacking her ass. Her body jolted forward and he left the room laughing.

“One of these days, I’m going to kill that bastard,” she muttered to herself.

#black kpop fans #johnny suh smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #black reader #plus size #nct x reader #johnny suh

[ncteez]

me, a hoshi stan who has her entire blog decorated with him:

also me, just now realizing why he was/is trending on twit

#[hon talks] #don’t want anyone to come at me thinking i agree with it or smthn #he was wrong for saying it— it’s gross— i don’t like it #at this point after being a kpop fan for so long tho— and as a plus size girlie #im tired and honestly just feel numbed to it 🧍🏻‍♀️ #i don’t even feel mad anymore lmao just frustrated #i’m just gonna move forward and not internalize it myself #kpop idols stop being this way when? #probs never tbh #ANYWAY #im gonna go do something else now 🥹

[sweetnsquishy]

ᗯᗴᒪᑕOᗰᗴ TO ᑭᒪᗩᑎᗴT ᔕᑫᑌIᔕᕼミ★ఌ⁂

・:*。𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 - 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 (𝙰𝙺𝙰 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜)・:*三

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? - 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠: 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎

*·˚ ༘♡ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 - 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎/𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎), 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚃𝚞𝚋𝚎 (𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘) & 𝚃𝚅, 𝚊𝚛𝚝/𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, “𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐“

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[indihome-suck]

I hope bas kara stays fat I hope the fans doesn't twinkify him

#bas kara kita butuh kapasitas semesta #he's described as 'gempal' which usually means plus sized lmao. idc idc what the others says he doesn't look thin to me at all #if people GIVE HIM a six pack im gonna riot fuck you. #bas kara my king i love you and your gangster(literal he lives in a gang) swagger #jasa pos telkomsel #sorry this must be incomprehensible #literally only good author on wattpad is chocotwister #i trust her to not twinkify this man. but. BUT! i do not trust other fans who prefers kpop visuals #kita butuh kapasitas semesta

[badaleesbish]

✓ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 °*

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚔𝚙𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜, 𝚔-𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚆𝙵𝟸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! <𝟹

𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗!

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒�� 𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽.

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◌ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞. (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

↳ angst, fluff, wlw, insecurity, description of body image, mention of body dysmorphia and self-harm, bada lee x plus size!reader, blk!reader

◌ 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤... 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

↳ NSFW, MDNI, wlw, dry humping, bada and reader are horn dogs, g!p bada x reader

◌ 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞.

↳ NSFW, MDNI, fluff, wlw, swearing, dorky!bada, pussy whipped bada, oral (b. x r.), teasing, etc..., switch!bada, switch!reader, g!p bada x reader

◌ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲.

↳ NSFW, MDNI, wlw, swearing, bullying, slight violence, manipulation, oral (r. receives), fingering, overstimulation/edging, bully!bada x reader

◌ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞.

↳ fluff, angst, wlw, toxic company, toxic fan base (b. & r.), g!p bada x idol!reader

Headcanons...♡

◌ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲.

◌ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝?

♡ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫...

Imagines...♡

◌ .......𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞? (𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐖)

↳ NSFW, wlw, switch!bada x sub!tatter x switch!reader, blk!reader

◌ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

↳ angst, wlw lovers to exes, cheating, mention of sexual themes, exes with benefits? (if that's even a thing.)

♡ Street Women Fighter...

♡ KPOP...

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee imagine #bada lee smut #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #team bebe #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #swf 2

[mingisdoll]

Tall manwich

@yourfatherlucifer yes there's a two-for-one deal for these fics. Plus, I need to write in features other than the characters from OUAT. So thanks for this. Also, thanks for the title name lol

Trope: dancer!Yunho x chauffeur!reader featuring dancer!BM

BM is a kpop solo artist who is also part of the group KARD.

Includes: gn!reader, mention of a size kink but it won't be overly sexual, slight angst, reader being cursed at by fans, reader gets hurt, mentions of blood, protective Yunho and BM

I wanna point that not all fans are like this! But this is the unfortunate reality idols must face every day. ENJOY THE FIC NONETHELESS :D

@newworldnet

@blossomnet

Another day, another dollar, and another batch of fans swarming around you and Yunho. The bodyguards were actually doing their job well!

These fans just like being bold. That's it.

They went from yelling and complaining to actual punching the bodyguards in their arms with their weak fists. You didn't understand how rowdy a celebrity's fans were until you were hired by Yunho's manager to drive him everywhere he goes.

From the grocery store to the studio he dances in, you had the routine on lockdown. You just had to get used to the fact that fans have nothing to do with their time other than find out where Yunho will be at this point in time of the day. As you kept your head down and walked alongside Yunho, the swarm of fans decided to switch tactics.

By aiming for you.

They pointed their cameras at you, called you names, cussed you out, told you to stay away from their beloved Jeong Yunho, and even resorted to physical violence.

From pulling on your hair

To straight up punching you

They laughed and called you weak as you doubled over in pain yet you kept walking. The bodyguards noticed and they became twice as aggressive in shoving the fans backwards. Yunho noticed and he tried to help but you held your hand up and reassured him that you were fine.

That broke Yunho's heart.

Ever since you got hired as his chauffeur, you've been receiving nothing but utter shit. From the fans and even down to some of his staff. The bodyguards were ok with you. He knew you could handle yourself yet he still felt this need to protect you. You've done so much for him. He wanted to give back.

After arriving at the venue, he saw you dart off to the nearest medical staff to have your wounds treated and his heart hurt even more. He refused to go with staff to get his hair and makeup done and even stood in the middle of the venue.

Yunho never got angry. He was the sweetest man alive. However, after seeing you get hurt, he wasn't feeling sweet right now. Some of the staff tried to coax him into the dressing room with fake reassurance that you were fine, but one glare from him had their words dying down in their throat and dispersing so he could be left alone. His manager saw this and asked gently if Yunho wanted to see you, to which he gave one simple nod firm to. His manager pointed to a room with a red cross sign hanging above the door, indicating you were in there. His long legs strided over to the room and he walked in.

You got punched in the face. Specifically, right on your mouth. Your lip was busted and split open but it wasn't severe enough to where your teeth were falling out nor were you spitting up blood. Yunho admired your strong will yet almost cried when he saw how disheveled you looked. You always made sure to look your best and thanks to those fans, your hard work was ruined.

Your hair was all over the place, your suit was wrinkled and stained due to a fan purposefully spilling a beverage on you, and your hands were shaking. It was a sign that your anxiety raised. Yunho immediately rushed over to you and held your hands gently. They practically disappeared underneath his huge hands and you looked at him with misty eyes. You were on the verge of crying.

He didn't like that.

"Shh. It's ok, bub. You'll be ok." Yunho reassured you quietly as he kissed your forehead. He cared for you so much. It made you wonder what you did to deserve it. Another presence entered the room and the both of you looked up to see another man and his staff.

"I was told you were in here. Are they ok?" The new man asked as he nodded at you. Yunho smiled slightly before nodding.

"They will be, BM."

BM, or Big Matthew, was a longtime friend of Yunho's. They used to be dance rivals, but tonight, they share the stage together. As BM sat down beside you, he beckoned his staff over to fix up your hair so it wouldn't get in the way of your face and the blood from your lip wouldn't stain it. He got a good look at you and his eyes widened in familiarity.

"No fucking way! Y/N L/N?!"

You smiled weakly as BM said your name with such enthusiasm.

"Hi, Matty. It's been a long time." You said shyly and he hugged you tightly yet carefully. Yunho was confused as to how BM knew you. BM saw the confusion on Yunho's face and he explained it to him.

"We used to go to elementary school together. They would protect me from my bullies."

Yunho smiled to himself as he envisioned a tiny version of you fending off this man's bullies when he was younger.

"By the time we got to middle school, we broke apart. I moved cities and never saw them again. Until today!"

BM's and Yunho's smiles were so bright that you thought you were going to go blind. You forgot your pain and recalled memories of you and BM in your youth while BM's staff fixed your hair and even picked out casual clothes for you to change into so they could iron your suit.

Alas, it was time for them to go on stage. You decided to stay in the medical room and watch from a monitor that the venue's employees provided you with. You wished them the best of luck.

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The show ended and it was time for you to drive both Yunho and BM back to the hotel. BM happened to stay in the same hotel as Yunho and even stayed on the same floor! He just had a different room of course.

After changing into your suit and putting on a face mask so you could cover your busted lip, you waited for the two men to arrive. Once they did, you proceeded to go out first but Yunho held you back.

You were now sandwiched in between these two tall buildings God called men. Your face heated up due to being flustered upon seeing the sheer size differences between the three of you.

"You're not going out there first, bub. Hate me at the end of the day, but I'm protecting." Yunho whispered deeply in your ear while BM nodded in agreement.

"He's right. You finna stay in between our big tiddies until we reach your car. Got it?"

WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO PHRASE IT LIKE THAT?!

Yunho snickered a bit while you sighed loudly.

"Ok fine."

From there, you stayed like that. Sandwiched in between these two men. The only time you got a break was when they had to sit in the back seat while you drove them.

Even when you arrived at the hotel, you still stayed sandwiched in between them. You had to suffer through their man boobs suffocating you when you entered the elevator and went up to your floor. After the elevator arrived, you exited and walked to your room.

Or tried to at least.

You ended up staying in Yunho's room, where the three of you laid on Yunho's bed. Their big bodies squished you and you felt more flustered than before.

Will BM most likely be in that bed with you and Yunho for the entire night?

Yes.

That's how much they cared for you.

#newworldnet #blossomnet #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #bm kard #kard #matthew kim

[barbieb0y]

random twst headcanons bc im crazy like that

trey is malay bc im projecting and also technically my adik (<- it means younger sibling in malay ok dont come for me) brought it the hc up once and im convinced. his malay name would be like syed or wan or something idk look i know hes "normal" but he is not an adam to me okay

vil and idia are plus-sized bc i say so

cater is a girl but not in the sense that he's female or whatever he's just. a Girl. he's the word itself

idia is a yumedanshi/self-shipper okay honestly im realizing im projecting on all of these headcanons

malleus, jade and idia are so bpd. i get to say this. malleus and jade are undiagnosed, idia is but not on medication

riddle is a total lolita girlie outside of school and outside of his mother's supervision. he'd be so into ouji and classic lolita (tho i wanna see him in sweet lolita too)

idia's favorite console is the ps2, ortho's is the wii

leona has anemia (i would say silver too but wasnt that actually mentioned in the game or something?)

i know sebek would be a girl group fan. i just know it. like idek too much about kpop but he would

rook and ruggie would get gender envy from the weirdest things. like posters or certain shades of color or a song

floyd would hoard genders

kalim and jamil are practicing muslims

also jamil is transmasc

idia is an aroace who kisses men occasionally

demiromantic trey #real

vil probably has a whole stack of unread books at some point bc of how busy he is but he still keeps buying books that look and sound cool

ace is a gacha game addict he plays like 5 at once

lilia does that thing where middle-aged men like watch something on tv while standing and their arms are crossed behind their back

i think other than the fact that coffee's bitter sebek doesnt like it bc the caffeine gives him heart palpitations

kalim would never shut up on whatsapp statuses, he keeps posting them and just talking about random shit and traumadump there too

#will add more probably #twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #cater diamond #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al-asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleud draconia #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #the internet angel speaks ♡

[caitlynnrosespn]

Ok I don't want to start a fandom war or anything but as a curvy girl seeing the "I Love My Body" trend is actually... extremely triggering.

You might be asking-why? It's just a message of body positivity, there's nothing wrong with it. Other than the fact that the music video and the song were literally stolen from curvy artist Meghan Trainor.

I've been a Meghan fan for FOREVER and I see a lot of people calling this song "All About That Bass if it was Kpop" or "What Meghan wishes she could do." UM. First of all, All About That Bass was written sung and performed by a CURVY WOMAN. FOR EVERY BODY TYPE. I am so tired of people saying "Hwasa is a curvy icon!" SHE'S NOT CURVY. I understand that Korean beauty standards ARE VASTLY different then American. But they are extremely harsh. Hwasa may be "curvy" in that industry, but she's nowhere near ACTUALLY CURVY. When people try to claim those with more slim fits are "curvy" it actually hurts the actual curvy/plus sized community. It's ok not to be curvy! It's important to understand all body types are beautiful, but there is a difference between them.

Ok but let's talk about the fact that the song is stolen. Not only does the song have the whole Megan Trainor sound to it, it also litteraly stole elements from songs like Me Too and Nice To Meet Ya. If you listen to both songs the backgrounds have similar aspects (especially the bubble pop effects). Not only that, but part of the video is LITERALLY THE START OF THE MV IS JUST ME TOO. AND EVEN THE CHORUS IS ALMOST EXACTLY THE SAME! I know Hwasa can't be blamed since someone else wrote and produced the song but it's very obvious that they are stealing from an actual curvy girl and that should never be ok. Especially since when a slim woman releases this music it's "body positive!" "inspiring!" but when a curvy girl did she's "encouraging obesity" "ugly" "cringey". I love the message Hwasa is spreading but please. DON'T STEAL FROM US.

#kpop #hwasa #i love my body #beauty standards #meghan trainor #curvy #curvy body #curvy chicks

[bethanysnow]

Get to know me~

Tagged by @itshannjisung

❣ Who is your favorite Kpop group?❣

These dorks! Stray Kids. I also love BTS and Block B. I haven't gotten super into girl groups yet, but I am inching my way with Itzy, Twice, and Mamamoo! If people have song recommendations please let me know!

❣ Which member sparked your interest first?

This artsy motherfucker. I saw a couple tiktok edits of this man and I needed to know why an anime character had come to life. Then I found out about SKZ, read some fanfiction, and by the time I looked up Chan had stolen me and I now am holding a wolfchan. Like you have to understand, I study art and dance and all of this stuff, I am going to school to work in museums, like this is my shtick! HE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN!! AND I'VE MET TOM HIDDLESTON

❣ Who was your first bias?

For stray kids its Chan, I am the mom friend, he is the dad friend and together we make a happy family.

NOW FIRST EVER BIAS?!

THIS DORK! EVERYONE SAY HI TO P.O (Pyo Ji-hoon) I love him with all of my heart, I will always be in debt to him as my first-ever Bias. I know he is an actor now BUT THIS MANS VOICE?!?! GAHHHHH He could give felix a run for his money like thats the vibe he is. Where normally hes this, like a college professor, suit-wearing dorky big grinned man and his voice is that of a rocker who smokes a pack a day

❣ Who is your current bias?

LOOK AT SASSY PANTS THINKING HES SO COOL! I-its chan guys. Im basic bitch I know. BUT LISTEN Ey ey ey, we all need a 5'7 man to tell us he thinks we're pretty. Even though he embodies being 6'1.

❣ What makes them your bias?

It is hard for me to really describe why. Not just because I picked him, or I like him the most, but being a fan of Stray Kids, meeting the people I have, all of the members but especially Chan make me want to be better. I want to be able to go up to them and say "Because of you and your inspiration, I now have achieved X" I want to participate in life and do things again. I want to go to therapy, I want to work out again and fight my eating disorder. I am creating art, and writing songs???? I've never done that before and they aren't awful! Life is brighter because Stray Kids and Chan are in it. I look at the moon every night and think of something Jin (bts) said, that its the same moon and look at it and think of him. Just these little reminders that while the world seems to feel so big and scary and nothing is going right, you are a speck on a floating rock in space. Just like them.

Also Chan says he doesn't love himself, he doesn't think hes attractive. So it makes me feel validated that maybe I'm not as ugly as I think I look??? Because if hes as prince charming as he is maybe im not as bad looking as I think I do?

❣ Who is your bias wrecker?

Uhhh all of them????? There isn't a wreck-ER its you are wrecked by all of them! It was Hyunjin for a while, now I think it's Minho??? It switches on the daily honestly??? I will take anything and anyone of them.

❣ Which member(s) are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

Felix/Han I love me some soft boys. Also I am 5'9, plus size, and very no-nonsense. The idea of these tiny men getting me to....do things...and uh trying to get me flustered just- yea does good for the soul. I love like reverse expectation fics? Like the big tall scary one is the subby sweet sunshine gf type and the tiny brightly colored talkative one is the super scary dominate teasing one. Its great.

❣ When did you first discover this group?

Last fall, I had just gotten out of a situationship and the band that brought me to it wasn't putting out music and I wanted to find joy again so I tried to find what I was into prior to rock music and that was kpop. Looked up groups that were popular, got back into BTS and then Stray Kids were in my recommended and the rest is history

❣ Have you ever been to one of their concerts?

No! But if they come to Washington you know I will be there. I am going to see Enhypen this month with a friend of mine though! First kpop experience

❣ What are some of your favorite songs by the group?

ITEM

Youtiful

Case 143

Red Lights

Comflex

My Universe

Tortorus and Hare

Social Path

I tag @kaciidubs @7ndipity

#stray kids #get to know me #tag post

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate - (3)

Following Instincts

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 3 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 3970

Work count for Story: 12111

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, and Cultural differences.

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

Outside the break room, Yoongi is in Alpha space, catching your scent of sweet peas as it changes into a moldy pea soup smell after the comment from the redheaded playmate. Turning with a low and threatening growl, Yoongi’s eyes have gone to his hybrid's bright golden-yellow cat eyes as he blocks you from their sight. Zeroing in on the playmates, tail raised and puffed out, tip twitching back and forth with a snap of irritation, making them all step back and quiet down. Hearing you murmur something in his native tongue and then the frantic footsteps, Yoongi snaps his head to watch your fleeing form disappear into a room down the hall. Taking a quick look back at the playmates, office staff, and then his pack, Yoongi huffs and quickly follows you, unable to fight his Alpha instincts.

The rest of the BTS packmates follow their bonded one closely behind as they feel his need to protect you from the others in the office. Namjoon catches Yoongi by the shoulder, stopping him from attempting to enter the room where you sought refuge. The rest of the pack forms a barricade around their Prime Alpha and packmate, who has entered Alpha space. They all are standing on guard, facing the rest of the people in the office, watching closely for any danger, and keeping the rude humans away. 

“Yoongi, you need to give her space. Remember, she is human and might get scared of your Alpha. What is happening? I need you to get enough control to explain what is happening?” Namjoon calmly speaks to his older packmate. Pushing out calming scents, trying to bring him out of his Alpha space with soothing strokes along his shoulder and back. “Can you come back and explain why you are protecting Miss Y/n?”

Barreling into the front of the group of observers with his tail bushed out and scent-smelling concerned, Derek comes up to the defensive line of BTS, “You have to let me get to her. You have to let me help calm down Y/n. Can’t you scent her distress? She is not doing okay by herself. You can even smell her over the scent-blockers!  I am the closest thing she has to a family. Please let me in to make sure she is okay. Please.”

 One of Yoongi’s black jaguar ears twitch back, hearing the urgency in Derek’s voice. He looks at Namjoon, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. After a few seconds, he turns to Derek with normal dark eyes, taking in his shifty behaviors and now partly distressed scent. 

Shaking his head slowly to Namjoon, Yoongi steps between his packmates and face-to-face Derek. “You are the closest thing to her family?”

“Yes, She and I were hired together when they decided to start this branch. We work together and spend time together at my den or her apartment. I do my best to protect her from situations like this because of her past. I normally try to keep her away from the playmates in general so things like this do not happen."

"She is only here today because we could not convince her otherwise since in the meeting yesterday with your Manager and what was said on the phone. She was bullied a lot before, and while it is not something that is okay, unfortunately, it still happens to this day. I really tried but I couldn’t do anything to keep her away. She had to be here even with little to no sleep and nightmares."

Bowing slightly but keeping an eye on the pack, Derek demandingly pleads, "Now, please, Mr. Min, please let me pass. Everyone can smell that something has happened. I think she is hurt in more ways than one.”  

The last comment got the attention of the whole pack on him, and everyone looked concerned. Several eyes flashed as their hybrid halves showed their displeasure with the news. Yoongi continued to fight his Alpha instincts with a deep growl and even breaths.

“How can you tell?” Namjoon asks from next to the door. He can smell something, but it tells him nothing since he has never smelt Y/n.

“That moldy smell. Like veggies gone bad?” The hybrids start sniffing, searching for the smell, and scrunching their noses once it hits. “That is why I know something is not right. Y/n, her scent turns like that when she is hurt. I am not sure if it is just emotional but it could be physical too. I can’t tell how bad it is because the scent-blocking measures she took for your arrival are still dulling it down.  Now again. Let me in to help my friend. I may be a Beta but she is like a pack member to me and I protect her like it.”

“Fine, but I am going in with you. I was the one who knocked into her and failed to keep her from falling. My Alpha instincts have gone haywire and I have the need to protect her,” his eyes glaring back at the playmates, “ from certain people here while ensuring she is okay and make amends for my mistake.” Yoongi states without room for argument, moving to the side, nodding to his packmates to make room for them. Once the two are through, the pack retakes their defensive stance, keeping everyone else out. 

Knocking on the door, Derek calls out softly as he opens it, entering and looking around the room to spot your shaking frame in the farthest and darkest corner. Namjoon shuts the door for privacy and protection while he stands guard just outside, with one ear listening to what is happening inside the room and one ear on the rest of the office. His mind racing from the powerful wave of rotten scent that has built up in the room.

The scent is much more robust in this room. The scent-blocking measures no longer mask your distress and pain. This causes Derek and Yoongi to whine at the smell and quickly move to your side. Derek pulled you into a tight embrace, pushing his scent out and over you and scenting the top of your head while murmuring soft, reassuring words. Yoongi comforts you with his own calming scents, pushing down the desire to pry you out of Derek’s hold to take you into his own. Much to their relief, your tears slow, and your breathing calms after what feels like hours.

“Derek, my nightmares, they came true. I ruined everything. I should have stayed away. I should have been looking where I was going. Reina was right. The one with the black tail, did I hurt him? He... He tried catching me. Me! I weigh a ton.” 

At that last comment, a deep growl resounds from behind you. It takes half a second to realize it is not from the hybrid holding you. Catching your breath and snapping your mouth shut, you cautiously peek through your hair to look behind you to see none other than Mr. Min Yoongi, who turns out to be the owner of said black tail, now snapping to and fro with irritation. 

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath, your mind racing to figure out a way to get out of this situation without causing any further damage and how best to word your resignation letter.

“Miss Y/n, let us address a few things. Firstly, you do NOT weigh a ton, nor will you ever refer to yourself in that manner again. Secondly, I am not injured, nor could you injure me, as I AM an Alpha in my own right and am stronger than I look, even if I am not the Prime Alpha of the Bangtan Pack.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed a different color.

You shrink down to try to make yourself smaller. Seeing your reaction and realizing that his Alphal is trying to be in control again, he takes another deep breath to calm himself, looking between you and Derek.

 “Lastly, would you be so kind as to allow my Alpha to inspect you for injuries? I came out of the observation room door unannounced and ran into you. I tried to prevent you from falling, but we are close in height, and I could not do much other than take what I hoped was the brunt of the fall.”

Turning more towards him but still staying in the safety of Derek’s hold, you look at him with confusion. “Your Alpha? Like your hybrid-side is not yourself?” Looking over your shoulder at Derek, you see him with a smirk and a chuckle on his lips.

“Missy here,” Derek looks at Yoongi, “has never met an Alpha male before. I am a beta, and her best friend is an omega.” Turning his attention back to you, “Unlike Evie and I, an Alpha has an inner animal that they can change into fully at will and it allows them to go into Alpha space to assist in protecting, hunting, and mating.”

You look at Yoongi with wide eyes, “You turn into a black cat?” 

“I am not a black cat,” he huffs in annoyance, eyes flashing a different color briefly. “I am a Black Jaguar hybrid, and I am trying my best to keep him at bay because he can sense that your emotions have calmed down, but you are still in pain.” 

His eyes roam over your figure, stopping when he notices you are cradling your right wrist. Standing up and motioning to a nearby chair, he asks,  “Please, can I inspect you for injuries? I can see you are being careful with your right hand.”

With a gentle push from behind you, you move to the chair Yoongi gestured to. Derek also stands up but keeps his distance, watching how the two of you interact. Yoongi kneels before you, “I have to let my Alpha see for himself. I promise he will not harm you. Mr. Gulley can attest to that at this point, my Alpha would have much rather hurt himself than you.” 

Glancing at Derek, he nods with a knowing smile while taking a seat a few tables over. Taking a moment to collect yourself, running your good hand through your hair and fixing your shirt, you look down at the hybrid. With a slight smirk, he looks at you with kind eyes,  “Miss Y/n, please allow me to check for injuries. You have no reason to be nervous. You look perfect as you are.” 

Blushing slightly at his words, you nod and tuck your hair behind your ear. You watch him closely as his dark brown eyes slowly change into a stunning golden-yellow color, with the pupil elongating into a pointed oval. His ears and tail moved this way and that, never quite settling in one position for very long. Your scent turns slightly back to sweet peas as the sight makes you smile softly. 

Cautiously, Yoongi kneels closer to you to become within reaching distance. Taking your left ankle gently in his hand, he rotates it, bends your leg at the knee, and sniffs at each joint. He repeats the process with the other side as well. Finding that nothing in your legs seems to be hurting, he looks at your face again with a short, pleased chirping sound. 

Scooting a little closer, he reaches out to your left hand, bends your elbow, feels along your fingers one by one, then rotates your wrist and again seems to sniff along the joints. 

You fidget in your seat, knowing what comes next will hurt, but you don't know how the hybrid in front of you will react. Noticing your movements and the slight change in your scent, Yoongi wraps his tail around your ankle to offer support. A slight sense of pride fills him when your scent calms down at his gesture of comfort, even if you do not realize it. 

Taking your right hand, he follows the same steps, pausing slightly before he rotates your wrist. You let out a yelp of pain and bite your bottom lip as you try to pull your hand out of his grip, which only causes him to hold it just a little bit tighter with one hand while the other quickly reaches to the nape of your neck to bring you into an awkward hug. Your head is now resting on his shoulder with your nose breathing against his neck, your good hand going to his side and gripping his shirt. 

Once the pain has dulled, you realize you smell the rain, not like fresh rain but like petrichor or the earth after a good downpour. It is comforting and relaxes you even more until you hear a soft chuffing noise and remember who you are smelling. 

Pulling away, you shyly look back at Yoongi, still observing you with golden-yellow eyes and holding your wrist firm but gently. “Umm... I think I just landed on it wrong. Just some ice and pain meds should be okay. I will be good as new tomorrow,” you say with a false smile, trying to play it off as no big deal.

However, Yoongi’s ears flatten, and his feline eyes narrow at you while nodding down to your wrist. Following his line of sight, you now see that your wrist is slightly swollen and is covered with a lovely purple color. “Okay, maybe I won’t be as good as new tomorrow.”

Derek stands up and approaches the two of you to see the damage done. Taking a sharp breath, he looked at Yoongi and froze, noting that the Alpha was sternly watching his every move. 

“Mr. Min, please remember I am like family, a pack, as you could say, with Y/n. I am also not a mate, nor am I looking to make her one. Will you allow me to get your Prime Alpha and Manager so we can decide how to move forward?”

Outside the breakroom, Mr. Johnson, the director of PMS USA, was informed there was an incident and is now standing with Manager Sejin outside the BTS barrier. He had ordered Reina and the other playmates to be escorted back into the conference room by some other staff. 

Mr. Johnson had hand-picked you to be the friendly first face of PMS because you light up any room you walk into and are always willing to put in the extra time to help make things perfect on or off the clock. 

“Hello, I am the director, I really should go in there and make sure my employee is okay, Manager Sejin,” Mr. Johnson states, glancing at the members of BTS as they continue to block the door and growl at anyone who walks near them. 

“Why are they not letting anyone near the door? I am sorry. I know about hybrids from the symposiums and conferences but rarely interact with many. I typically leave that up to my staff.” Glancing over at the hamster hybrid.

“Namjoon-ssi, do you want me to answer that, or would you like to?” Manager Sejin asks while watching Mr. Johnson. Namjoon redirects his attention from the breakroom to the seemingly incompetent human before him.

Taking a few slow steps forward, Hoseok takes over guarding the break room door. Namjoon comes to stand with his pack, but nearer to Mr. Johnson and Manager Sejin, he says, “Mr. Johnson, we are a pack. More so, we are a pack of Alpha hybrids. Ranging from prey to predator types. We are a bonded pack on top of that, which means it’s all or none. We all are protective of something or someone if one of us feels the need. When one of us is hurt, we are all hurting with them.”

Looking at each of his packmates, Namjoon is filled with a sense of pride. Though they don’t know the extent of what has happened, they still support their mate to the best of their ability in a foreign country without question.

“Yoongi is feeling protective of Miss Y/n because of a few things. Y/n is injured because of an accident caused by Yoongi. She is not in a good emotional state because of your Playmates’ behavior due to the same accident.” He looks back at the Director, trying to maintain a more neutral expression to hide his disdain for the women now in some office somewhere.

“As an Alpha, our animals require us to hold ourselves to a higher standard than others. We like to try and ensure those around us are happy. With a very select few, we want to make sure they are also healthy and protected, among other things. In Yoongi’s Alpha space, he has failed to meet these standards when it comes to Y/n. It is now beyond his control, so to speak, to do anything other than fix his mistakes and ensure Y/n’s safety, recovery, and happiness. This means the Bangtan Pack is now responsible for the same.”

“Oh well. Um. I see. I can reassure you that Playmate Services has a good doctor who can tend to her if she needs one, and of course, she can have the rest of today and even tomorrow off. No need to make a fuss.”

A deep growl rips from behind Namjoon, causing everyone to look and see that Taehyung's eyes have gone crystal blue. His scent of burning ebony wood crashed over the pack. “You seem to be in over your head, Mr. Johnson. You have more than one hybrid working for you, yet you know nothing. Your company's incompetence is allowing bullying. From what one of your staff says, it has been happening for quite some time and yet you do nothing about it. Did you not hear our Prime Alpha tell you that she is ours now. We will take her to get treated by our medical professionals. We will take care of her to ensure she heals properly and regains a better state of mind. Not you.”

“Hyung, it’s okay. Calm down, please. We don’t need two of you in Alpha space right now. It will not help Miss Y/n or Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook steps up next to Taehyung, scenting his neck gently as his snickerdoodle scent pushes out, causing the blue to flicker back to his natural dark brown. 

With a last glare and a mumbled, “Pathetic, oblivious human.” He moves closer to Hoseok and, in turn, you. Jungkook quickly follows in an attempt to keep the high-tempered White Southwest African Tiger calm and get closer to you as well. 

“You may have misunderstood me, gentlemen. I have tried to deal with the playmates and their disrespectful actions towards Y/n and some of the other staff. Sadly, Reina is a top pick and brings in a lot of money. Since we are the newest and smallest branch, the corporate office wants to refrain from taking any disciplinary actions for fear that she will quit. They think that any of the office staff are replaceable, whereas reliable Playmates are harder to find.”

“Mr. Johnson, while that may be the case prior to today, their bullying has gone too far. Manager Sejin,” Namjoon says, “I believe it would be wise if the director took care of the bullying by the playmates and joined them for the time being. We need a few moments without interruptions to assess what is happening and how the Pack will move forward with this office, if at all.” 

Dismissing the director to be dealt with by Manager Sejin, Namjoon walks back to the door, which is now being guarded by Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook. The scent of snickerdoodle, ebony wood, and lilac mix together with the pack scent of vanilla underneath.

“... can’t tell?”

“Can’t tell what?” Namjoon asks the small group.

“Hobi can’t tell,” replies Jungkook while Taehyung nods in agreement. 

“The boys say that their Alphas are reacting to Y/n but I can’t tell if mine does or not. You spoke to her, stood right in front of her. Namjoon, can you tell?”

“Oh? Hmm, I guess I haven’t really paid attention. After what happened with… you know who… I guess I have been pushing my Alpha to the back as much as I could. I have been focusing on taking care of you guys, my mates, first and I couldn’t do that with him pacing in my head so much. She really tore Yoongi, Join, and Hobi apart inside with what she said. ” 

Namjoon started thinking back to hearing your voice, full of determination and strength, over the phone yesterday. Your care, intention, and respect for the pack that you have shown today. It would be simple to say that his Alpha was comfortable around you, and from how the pack’s scents have been, he wasn’t the only one who was.

“My Alpha is comfortable with y/n, but I wouldn’t say that he is reacting in any particular way.”

A soft whine leaves Jungkook. “Why do the older mates always walk with blinders on? Huh! You need to really let your Alpha look at her. My Alpha hasn’t wanted to look away from her since we walked into the office.”

“Joon, I am with Kookie on this one. While I wasn’t drawn in right away, I trust Yoongi's Alpha not to react this way with just anyone. So when he ran after her, I was the closest one to the door and before the pack’s scent took over, I could smell vanilla with something rotten. At first, I thought it was a candle or something, but I looked around. There are no candles.”

Taehyung’s comment on smelling vanilla caught the attention of Jimin and Seokjin. Turning to join the conversation while still trying to maintain the barrier, Jimin speaks up.

“So it wasn’t just me. When Yoongi and that man went in, I smelled vanilla with almost a compost-like smell. After that, my Alpha wanted nothing but to keep everyone, human or hybrid, away from this door. He is really fighting to be at the front.”

“I figured that our muscle bunny was just leaning into his instincts of being a bunny when he was speaking about Y/n in the conference room. Yet it didn’t explain to me why my Alpha felt awkward at her bowing to me when I spoke to her before going into the room.” Seokjin commented with a stern but thoughtful look. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Hoseok moves away from the door slightly, his expression confused and frustrated. “Are you telling me that you have all had some kind of reaction from your Alphas for the human lady behind the door? Some of you smelled vanilla, too?”

They all look at Hoseok and then at Namjoon, waiting for them to come to the same conclusion. After a few tense moments had passed, it was like a lightbulb went off over Hoseok's head as his lilac scent burst with a bit more hints of rose and vanilla. Everyone now focuses on Namjoon.

Namjoon’s head is racing over every moment that has happened since walking in the door. As Prime Alpha, his responsibilities for the pack are more significant than others, and with what the boys are hinting at, the next few moments will change so much. 

“Her reactions were top-notch with our pack, and her showing an exceeding amount of respect to the packmates could be just her professionalism.” More whines and a few soft growls are heard. Looking up, Namjoon makes eye contact with each of his mates standing before him. 

“However, only the vanilla scent can mean one thing which won’t be easy for the human woman.” Taking a deep breath, the pack turned their attention to the door.

“We have an American Mate.”

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rtc headcannons part 2!!

Ricky: pan and genderqueer (any prns + neos), wore cat ears in middle school, keeps shipping the choir with each other, puts stickers on all their mobility aids, draws on their hands when bored, ADHD haver (ricky potts is many things, neurotypical is not one of them), listens to hatsune miku and lemon demon, lucid dreams a lot, besties with penny, really musically talented, colombian, dyslexic (still can read though! *cough* ocean *cough*), star trek game theory and fnaf fan, got noel into warrior cats briefly in middle school, emoticons emoticons emoticons!!!, hangs out with ocean at the library sometimes and they just read in silence the whole time, originally made zolar as a way to pass time during the 2-hour-long car rides to the hospital and it eventually became a form of escapism, fanfiction writer

Penny: lesbian and agender (they/she/it), autistic, her special interest is animals (specifically lions), love language is gift giving, collects little trinkets and gives them their friends, mostly sews her own clothes just because she can, its favorite song is daisy bell, keeps jane on her bed and it successfully freaks out everyone that goes into her room every time, braids oceans hair, really tall like 'almost mischas height' tall, plus sized, just stares at people sometimes (if 'people' ends up being mischa, it will turn into a multiple minute long staring contest), therapist of the group, the greenest eyes, karnaks favorite, didnt have eyes as jane just empty eye sockets, mitski fan, randomly picks up and carries ocean sometimes (air jail for the ginger >:]), really good at the violin despite being self taught, goes to the thrift store with ocean to look for old dolls while she buys clothes, has an entire wall of vintage crosses despite not being religious, cosplays and drags the choir to renfaire, loves studio ghibli, real name is peninnah, favorite ride is the carousel, cant type for shit, the only one that willingly volunteers to catsit for ricky

Constance: ace pan demigirl, (she/they) plus size, afro-dominican, kpop fan, really fucking strong from kneading dough her their whole life (that punch to the boob really must have hurt), made matching friendship bracelets for the choir, takes buzzfeed quizzes religiously, nailed it enjoyer, glues little rhinestones to her glasses, pinterest girlie, vocaloid and ABBA fan, boba enjoyer, loves barbie movies unironically, mom friend, carries sunscreen on them at all times during the summer so ocean doesnt get burnt to a crisp, brings left over baked goods from the cafe to lunch/choir practice, tbh shes probably the only reason ocean hasnt starved to death yet, fanfiction reader

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ricky potts #ricky rtc #penny lamb #penny rtc #jane doe rtc #constance blackwood #constance rtc #kal rambles!!

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hiiii today's reminder is no more sadness, I've decided to deal with my end-of-the-year blues with blanket denial. we don't need any more personal growth this year, we're good, I'm just gonna spend the next couple weeks fully ignoring everything bad and then whatever consequences there may be can go fuck themselves until next year. this is healthy and i refuse to hear otherwise

… also i wasn't in the headspace to think about it at all yesterday, but 🥋 anon, you are loved and valued, and i really hope you're doing ok

Hii, Honey, Honey the best thing you can do is deny and practice delusion, reality be damned. Nothing's real. Ignore reality the only things that are real is what you want to be real. Also this is Lowkey law of assumption. Assuming you already have the life and things you want. Is it a healthy mindset? Maybe, Maybe not. But Deny reality and you only feel good things. See I'm a Pisces moon this is how my brain works, head in the clouds always. But of course practice all things with safety. A safe good amount of delusion and denial isn't going to hurt.

Now saying this in a room full of kpop fans is dangerous. But I will say. As long as you're just having fun and not being weird, be delusional. Maybe not like me where I cried cause I got Hyunjin in member boyfriend based on zodiac sign video and it was the first one. But I was having a bad day and imma blame my hormones for that. But say your bias is your boyfriend all you want. But don't fight other fans with the same bias. Also don't end up hating the members their shipped with that's been happening a lot and it's weird. I personally detest shipping as a concept. Like that's like his brother. But yeah just don't be weird and you're good. Also Felix wants you to be delusional. Like this boy after getting his bubble I feel like I'm in a committed relationship with him. He spams so much and I love it. It's overwhelming to wake up to but he's so cute.

Case in point be delusional and deny reality. It's why I can walk around dressing the way I want like I genuinely believe no one can actually see me. Plus like my nearby mall everyone has bright hair and dresses alternative. Even at Target. So that's helped ignore everyone else. Though I feel like I'd really be afraid to go to like Japan and Korea. It's not even on my list of countries I want to go. I want to go to Ireland, England and Australia. Like I'm a plus size black woman who dresses like a slutty Barbie. My anxiety wouldn't allow me to fathom going to Japan or Korea. And no I will not tone down my attire. I'm too stubborn to change who I am just to be accepted somewhere.

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the blatant fatphobia in the kpop industry, not just by knetz, is disgusting. fans AND idols are so fatphobic and i just— cant with it anymore. ik the dreamies are supposed to be “poking fun” at haechan but its really a show of character. as a plus size fan, grow the fuck up. thanks~~

#nct dream #park jisung #haechan is so beautiful #fat is beautiful #nct #kpop rant #small rant #rant

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I'm not even gonna lie, I'm getting real tired of this crap. Comparing someone to an elephant is so wrong on many levels. But considering that Sunoo is their bandmate and friend, makes it so much worse.

What really pisses me off is that people will constantly defend Riki and Sunghoon. "Riki is just a kid, he doesn't mean anything by it." Or "Sunghoon is just messing with him." Simple jokes and pranks are defendable, but talking crap about someones visuals and weight is unacceptable.

I was born 2007 and Riki was born 2005. If I know the difference between a joke and making fun of someone he should too. He doesn't get a free pass just because he's young. And Sunghoon just doesn't know when to stop.

Also what about their plus size fans. People who get fatshamed on the daily from family and "friends". If they say these things about someone they love, whose to say they dont say these things about other people.

This is my main problem with kpop groups in general. They do offensive things over and over again and still don't learn from it. An apology from Riki and Sunghoon doesn't mean anything if they dont learn from their mistakes. And use it to become better people towards Sunoo and other bandmates.

#enhypen