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I’ve Got My Red Dress on Tonight | (joel miller x fem!reader) (18+)

Part 5 of Meet Me in the Back

pairing: sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader summary: When your Valentine's Day date doesn't show, you decide there's one person who would be happy to see you. warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] age gap (no specifics), drug use (marijuana), daddy!kink, fingering (vaginal and....anal!!!), v brief foot fetish, squirting, praise!kink and degradation!kink (use of slut/whore), unprotected PIV, creampie, some ~touching in public, smoking, taking pictures mid-coitus, really nasty gross fluff i'm sorry about it. lemme know if i forgot something i gotta go fast i wanna post word count: ~7.8k jesus christ | ao3a/n: much thanks for the anon who suggested a V Day fic for these two <3 Thank you to my love Iris @papipascalispunk for making sure my commas and em-dashes are where they're supposed to be. ALSO. Chloe, resident sleazy!joel expert, wrote a little drabble inspired by Joel in this fic!! Please check it out after you've read this chapter! The Sighting by ChloeAngelic <3 Divider by @saradika-graphics ❤️ Taglist Update: I have decided to decommission my taglist in favor of an updates blog! Please follow @atticrissfinchupdates and opt in for notifications to get notified when I post a new fic! Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Kofi

The dress feels ungodly tight, but you had figured it would be worth it.

It wasn’t.

In fact, the dress hasn’t seen anything but the inside of your apartment.

Your hair was done just the way you love it, you pulled out all the stops with your makeup, and you had squeezed yourself into this glittery, red mini dress that makes your tits look stunning, which you bought just for this night.

You’d been out with Brent twice before, and even though you’d thought it was a little early in your “relationship” for a Valentine’s Day dinner, when he asked to “make it a special night” for you, you agreed. The last thing you wanted was to be alone on this godforsaken holiday.

Well, at least he’d had the courtesy to give you twenty minutes' notice that he was bailing on you instead of just leaving you waiting on your couch wondering if he would come at all.

Now you’re just waiting on your couch, wondering what the fuck to do.

You open your messages on your phone and swipe away from your broken plans. The next thread under it is Joel’s.

Joel: i swear 2 god i saw one tho

You: you did not see a UFO, Joel

Joel: yes i did!!! it was way the hell up there flashin its lights!!! saw it clear as day!!!

You: that was most definitely just a normal plane, old man. Turn off Ancient Aliens once in a while.

Joel: ur gonna be real sorry wen im FAMOUSS for findin the first REAL aliens 👽 🛸

You: I’m sure I will be

Joel: u can make it up 2 me by flashin me them headlights of urs again 😈

Joel: honk honk 😈

You: Bye 🙄 😒

Joel: 👅

A smile tugs at your lips as you read through the conversation from earlier this evening. You hadn’t told him about the date. Or dates, rather. If this one had gone well, you might have. If things wound up back at your place and actually moved a step toward something.

You deflate against the back of your couch. Because there’s nothing now. Just you, your suffocating dress, and your stupid heels. The vicious claws of insecurity start to scrape at the back of your neck.

Brent didn’t want you. You weren’t good enough. You’re not good enough for anyone.

Tears prick at your eyes and you dab them with the side of your finger to keep your mascara intact, following it up with some deep breaths and your head tipping back between your shoulders, forcing the tears back into your skull.

That’s not true, you recite to yourself. You know there’s always someone who’s happy to see you.

Another deep breath.

Someone who would be dead on his feet seeing you dressed like this.

On your next breath you’re already shimmying out of your panties and checking the mirror to make sure no one is getting a free show who doesn’t deserve it.

You scurry as quickly as you can to your car, shivering so fiercely it feels like your goddamn pussy has goosebumps from being exposed like this. You weather through it, chanting in your head some quote you heard about how hoes never get cold.

When you get to the gas station, you scamper from your car into the store, shuddering when the heat hits you once you open the door. You tug your dress down and glance around, not immediately seeing Joel anywhere. He’s not at his usual spot, parked behind the counter. You venture further into the shop, peering down the aisle.

“Evening,” someone says just behind you, and you jump, whirling around.

It’s not Joel. It’s some other schmuck with a scraggly, graying ginger beard and a crooked, lumpy nose. His smile is friendly enough, but it lacks that trademark sleaziness that typically oozes from the person you’re accustomed to seeing man the store. His name tag reads Walter.

“Evening,” you squeak out, cringing and clearing your throat when your voice spills out much higher pitched than you expected. You tug on your dress again.

“Help you with anything?” he asks, and you’re relieved to find his gaze holding steady on yours, not drifting elsewhere despite the swathes of skin on display in your chosen outfit.

Joel wouldn’t even be able to begin to know where to fucking look, your mind provides, and you find yourself trying to come to terms with the apparent fact that… Joel isn’t here.

He isn’t here – on Valentine’s Day.

“I’m, um…I’m actually looking for Joel?”

Walter’s eyebrows shoot up, then fall into a furrow. “He been hiring on the clock again? Goddamn it, I told him not to fucking do that anymore,” he mutters, shaking his head down at the floor before looking back up at you. “Miss, I’m real sorry, I know you’re doing honest work and all, but I can’t have that shit here.”

It takes a moment for you to fully register what he’s saying, but when you do, your eyes go wide. “Oh, sir, I’m not— you’ve got— no, no. I’m just a friend of Joel’s.”

“I'm sure you are, Miss, but I—”

“I’m not a prostitute,” you insist under your breath, glancing around to ensure no one is in the vicinity. “I swear to god, I just had a date tonight, or I was going on a date, and then I wasn’t, and— I swear, I’m just dressed for a date. A normal date.”

You’re not sure your frantic insistence has Walter very reassured, but he just nods, a skeptical look in his eye. “Well, in any case, he’s not here. He’s got the night off.”

“Got it. Okay, thank you,” you say, wincing a little at the palpable awkwardness. You rush past him to leave, your heels clicking loudly, and apparently, whorishly, across the floor.

“Stay safe out there, honey,” Walter calls after you.

Your car is blessedly still harboring warmth as you clamor back inside and start the engine. You catch your breath and mull over what to do next.

He wasn’t there. On Valentine’s Day. You feel like that can only mean one thing. Something squiggles and squirms in your belly at that thought.

You have one more shot, and you take it, speeding off toward the outskirts, hoping you can go fast enough to drown out the weird feeling in your stomach.

—

His truck is there. And it’s alone in the gravel next to his trailer.

You see light through his weeping blinds, a warm yellow glow accompanied by periodically flickering colors that you assume is his television. A good sign, you think.

The wind whips around your bare legs as you climb his steps carefully in your stilettos, staring up to admire the waxing gibbous moon shining absurdly bright against the speckled black sky. You lean against the dilapidated railing of his tiny porch in front of his door. The sky is never this bright where you live. It fills you with a sort of warmth. Comfort. You hear the distorted sound of voices on his television and the faint aroma of weed seeping out the frame of his door.

You don’t hear anyone else.

So you knock.

You hear a nasty cough from the other side of the door and the volume of the TV ticking down. The door swings open and you’re hit in the face two-fold—with a wall of smoke and a wall of bare-chested man.

Joel blinks and squints reddened eyes as he blocks the entire doorway, billows of haze attempting to escape around him to the fresh air. Then recognition glows in his eyes and his gaze drifts. Up and down. And his jaw goddamn drops.

Your arms clasp at your back as you rock on your teetering heels.

“Hi.”

Joel crams his eyes shut again, shaking his head like a dog like he’s trying to clear a fog over his vision. But he opens them again, and you’re still standing there, and he expels a long, narrow breath through his lips.

“Jesus fucking Christ. This is heaven, right? Or— jesus— fuckin’…hell, in that devil of a dress,” he shakes his head again, slower, more like disbelief, and a smile pushes at your mouth. “You just showin’ up on my doorstep? Dressed like that? I must be fuckin’ dead.”

You temper your broadening grin, reining in your utter delight at receiving exactly the reaction you were craving. “So, you’re saying me, weed, and…” you crane your head to peek at his television, “And SVU is your idea of heaven?”

“Damn near fuckin’ close,” he says, a reverence about his tone as he drinks you in gratuitously. He pulls himself out of his stupor and hurriedly gestures inside. “Jesus, sweetheart, come in. Gotta be freezin’ your gorgeous tits off out there.”

His hand falls to the small of your back as he ushers you inside, the sweet tang of his evening stress relief burning stronger in your nostrils in his living room.

Joel shuts the door behind you both and lets out a sharp whistle. “Sweet Mary Mother’a God. That fuckin’ ass,” he mutters under his breath.

You peer your head around your shoulder to take in the sight of him, just as he does you. One hand frozen against the door, soft belly poking out over the hem of his sweatpants, dark hair sweeping over the curve of it and up his chest. And, of course, that fucking tent at his crotch, growing larger by the second.

“Be still my fuckin’ heart – the hell are you doin’ here in that, darlin’ girl?”

Your cheeks begin to heat.

He’s never said it like that. Darlin’ girl. It’s usually some iteration of one or the other, but never together.

Darlin’ girl.

You fill in a blank for yourself — unintentionally, but so fucking naturally.

My darlin’ girl.

Where your stomach was squirming, it now flutters. You swallow it down. Pull your mind back. You just want to feel wanted. That’s why you’re here.

Then he’s at your back, pressing all of him against you. The softness of his torso, the scratch of his facial hair, the hardness of his cock. Planting feathery kisses along your neck with teasing bites.

A giggle bubbles up your chest and you free up more of your neck for him to devour. “I’m here to see the stupid aliens, you dumbass.”

His lips pause on your neck. “Oh yeah?” he mumbles against your skin.

“Yeah,” you laugh lightly, “Where’s your flying saucer? Your flashing lights?”

Joel’s hands sweep up your sides and cup your breasts through your dress, squeezing them tight in his grip. “Right fuckin’ here, baby,” he growls into the underside of your jaw, “Let me turn ‘em on for ya.”

You throw your head back with another easy laugh and you feel the shape of his smile against your cheek as he massages your covered tits.

“Mmmm,” he hums, rocking his hips against your ass, his massive length nestling and sliding between your cheeks over your dress. “Come smoke a bowl with me. ‘N then tell me why you’re dressed like living sin in my living room.”

“How about you just fuck me,” you sigh, tangling your fingers into Joel’s hair and holding his lips to your neck.

“‘Cause I wanna stare at you in this dress a little while longer ‘fore I rip it to fuckin’ shreds,” he says, his words increasingly muffled by the exposed skin of your spaghetti-strapped shoulder.

A shiver trembles down your spine and you take a steadying breath. “Okay. Then you better detach before all that shit goes out the window.”

Joel takes a deep breath and rolls his forehead over your shoulder with a moan. “Smart. You’re so goddamn smart. So goddamn pretty. Got my Peter pipin’ up a storm down there.”

You roll your eyes and will yourself forward, toppling onto his sagging couch with him trailing along behind and groaning as he sinks into it.

Your hands go to the straps on your heels and you begin to unfasten when you hear a definitive nuh-uh. You glance up and Joel’s eyes are fixated on your blood-red satin heels. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

“Really?”

“Really. Those naughty fuckers stay on,” he orders, and you have no choice but to let your hands fall away.

“Okay, then.”

Joel’s tongue darts out to wet his lips briefly. “Shit. Alright. Where the fuck was I?”

Joel busies his hands – his focus – with topping off the contents in the bowl of his bong. He graciously offers it to you.

“Light it for me?”

Joel smirks and flicks his lighter as he holds the glass contraption steady.

Once you’ve taken a healthy puff, Joel sets the devices aside and crooks a finger under your chin, coaxing you forward. The burn curls in your throat as you hold the smoke. Joel’s nose traces a delicate line down your cheek before hovering his parted lips over your mouth and tracing his thumb over your painted red lip, smearing the color down your chin.

“Let it out,” he mutters, his heavy, rosey stare shimmering into yours.

The smoke cascades from between your lips into Joel’s waiting mouth where he inhales it with practiced ease, holding it for a moment before exhaling the remnants of it over your face with a lazy smile.

“So fuckin’ sweet spillin’ outta that mouth, little Sugarplum,” he croons, continuing to futz with the color on your lips.

You wrinkle your nose at him and laugh. “Dude, you’re so fucking high right now, my asshole would probably taste sweet.”

“It does,” Joel drawls, rolling your bottom lip down and watching it snap back up. “I got first-hand ‘xperience. Or…first…mouth…” Joel’s train of thought floats off from there as his eyes transfix on your lips.

“Another hit, please.”

That refocuses his attention and he nods, a little sluggish. You take the reins this time, lighting the bowl yourself and savoring your pull.

As you exhale again into the thick air of his trailer, Joel takes another, more modest puff to maintain his already achieved high.

“Shit, I needed this,” you groan, feeling more and more boneless as you melt into his couch. “That’s good shit.”

“I don’t skimp on what’s important,” Joel mumbles, slumping over until his curly mop plops into your lap.

You chuckle at him, stroking a hand through his hair and receiving a very pornographic moan in response when your nails scratch against his scalp.

“Fuckin’ Christ. You’re my fuckin’ angel. Angel in devil’s clothes.”

Cleverness begins to fail you as the cozy tendrils of the weed start to lighten your brain into something a little more relaxed. So you just sink into the couch, playing with his soft locks and humming to his lethargic babble.

When you’ve waded through the deepest of the haze, Joel sits back up, cradling his cheek in the crook of his arm as it balances on the back of his sofa. “So what are you doin’ here, Sugarplum? You get all dressed up for me? ‘Cause I somehow doubt that.”

You smirk at him in what you hope is playfully, but lands somewhere closer to dopey. “Why do you doubt that?”

He just fixes you with a telling look, and you concede.

“Okay. No, I um– I had a date tonight.”

Joel nods, a little exaggeratedly in his current state. “Pretty little thing had a date. ‘Course she did.”

“Well, I did,” you say, pulling your legs up onto the couch and folding them to your side, maintaining what seems like a silly level of modesty given your present company. “Until he canceled on me about twenty minutes before he was supposed to pick me up.”

The divots between his brows seem to grow impossibly deep at that. “You gotta be goddamn jokin’ me. No fucker in his right mind would stand up a thing like you.”

You dip your head down, picking at the fraying threads of his couch cushion. “Not so sure about that.”

“I am. I’m damn sure.”

You shrug, “I just didn’t want the dress to go to waste.”

“Sure as hell didn’t.”

You hum in response. Picking. Tugging. Picking. Tugging. Until you feel fingers pinching your chin and guiding your attention up. And his eyes are still watery, still tinged with red, but are so unwavering as they burrow into your own, brimming with wetness for a wholly different reason.

“Hey,” he utters, soft as anything, soft as his hair, soft as his belly, soft as his eyes. “It sure as hell didn’t,” he repeats, and waits for you to acknowledge it.

And you do, with a small nod and sniffle.

“Good girl.”

Your lip quivers at that, and the words tumble out. “Fuck me. Right now.”

Your back hits the seat cushions and his mouth is on yours, tasting sweet and a little bitter as his tongue strokes between your teeth. His noises pitch upward as you tug lightly at his hair, and his knee situates itself between your legs, providing you with delicious friction against your already dripping core.

Joel’s breath wafts hot over your ear as he rasps, “You take your panties off for him or for me?”

“For you,” you reply breathily, moaning as he nips and licks at your ear, his increased breath reverberating in your head so loud it makes your pussy throb with the influx of intimacy.

“All for me?” he asks, maneuvering a hand down to where you’re wet and begging for him, “Goin’ commando in this tight ‘n tiny little number, riskin’ givin’ anyone on the street a flash of your drippy little slit?”

Your moan bounces off the walls when he slips two fingers inside of you, pumping and curling them with a rehearsed accuracy that has pleasure fraying your edges as soon as he sets his pace.

“And you brought it here to me? Brought me this sexy, heart-shaped box of yours all wrapped up in a pretty package?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out, wrapping a heel-clad foot around his waist to spread yourself open for him, “Brought it for you. All for you. Please.”

“You gonna come for me, you naughty little angel? Come on daddy’s fingers.”

You whimper as he strokes at you with those fingers, his other hand descending on your clit to rub circles with his thumb. Your hips buck into his hand on your clit and down onto his fingers pistoning inside you, and you feel yourself coming apart all at once, your voice breaking as you call out for him.

Joel showers you in praise as he fucks you through your release, resting his forehead on your temple. “Good fuckin’ girl. All that for daddy. Good girl. Squeeze daddy’s fingers, just like that, baby. Fuckin’ shit. So fuckin’ pretty.”

A whine kicks up in your throat as the overstimulation starts to throb in your clit, and you bump at his hand to stem the sensation. Joel’s fingers web through yours as he pins your hand above your head on the arm of the sofa, his two fingers slowing to a methodical crawl within your pussy.

“Love how you feel around my fuckin’ fingers, sweetheart. Love seein’ how tight you clench around ‘em, knowin’ I’m about to stretch you wide open on my cock and feel you just as tight.”

“Fucking love your cock, daddy,” you keen as your hips undulate in time with his continued ministrations inside you. “Wanna be filled with it right now.”

“You want daddy’s cock now?” he teases, the tips of his two fingers dragging delightfully against the most enticing spot of your inner walls, drawing a tender gasp from your lips.

“I really, really do,” you whimper, grinding onto his hand harder, “Need you to split me open, daddy.”

“Can I get a ‘please’ all pretty-like for me?”

You whine again and nod. “Please, daddy. Fill me with your cock.”

“You deserve it, don’t you, sexy girl?”

And the way he asks it, the way his eyes bore into yours when he does, you feel like he’s asking you to admit to more than you’d otherwise be willing to offer yourself.

Tell yourself that you deserve good things. You deserve this pleasure.

“I—” your breath hitches as his fingers crook inside you again, your nerve faltering at your lips.

Joel’s lips part as he keeps drawing your pleasure tighter again, and you feel your core building that pressure again. “Tell me. Tell daddy you deserve his cock.”

“I— I deserve it,” you force out through the mounting pleasure in your brain, gasping when his fingers pick up momentum. “Oh, god, that…it feels…”

“Yeah, pretty girl? You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for daddy, I can feel it too. You deserve this, baby,” he coos, releasing your trapped hand to press firmly above your pulsing cunt. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet for me. Show me how wet you are for daddy, make your little hole gush for me.”

“Daddy, I…oh,” you squeak out as a wave of pleasure washes over you, pulsing out your limbs. And more than that, you feel a steady stream of liquid flow out of you, you hear the wet slap of Joel’s fingers, his palm, as it floods his hand.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby. That’s it, darlin’ girl. Soak my fuckin’ hand. Such a naughty little bitch. Squirtin’ out your filthy little snatch for daddy. That’s fuckin’ right,” he babbles as his palm smacks lewdly up against your cunt with a fresh wave of wetness.

Your hips jolt with the heightened sensation, and you can’t muster anything more than barely audible moans as Joel fucks you until you have nothing left for him to coax out.

“Fuckin’ shit, sweetheart. Messy fuckin’ girl,” he grunts as he wipes his dripping hand on his sweats before tucking both behind your knees and spreading your legs to admire your drenched, finger-fucked cunt. “So juicy for daddy, huh? Daddy’s gonna slide his big straw into that sloppy little juice box of yours. And when I’m done you can suck on his big straw like a good little girl. How’s that sound, sweetheart?”

“Can you please just fuck me?” you beg, slipping the straps of your dress off your shoulders to push your dress and strapless bra below your tits. Joel stares hungrily as you play with them for him.

“Fuck me. Yeah, your little box is ready to get stuffed, ain’t it?” he moans, tilting his head to the side to kiss up your calf and up to your ankle, still encased in your shoe. His teeth bite at the strap and buckle, skimming his lips wetly down the curve of your foot to the arch of it and sucking at the side of it he’s able to reach.

“Joel,” you whine helplessly, desperately as your pussy screams for that bulge in his pants to bury itself inside your body instead. “What the fuck are you doing.”

“Worshippin’ my slutty little goddess. You blessed me with this little dress, this tasty little puss, so I’m gonna show my appreciation,” he mutters into your foot.

And it shouldn’t feel good, but you’ve never had anyone put their lips on your feet before, and you’re so fucking horny for this man, you let yourself feel it. Your other heel drapes over his shoulder as his mouth drags over the slope of your foot and back up your ankle.

“Such a pretty outfit, so I’ve decided not to tear it apart. Nasty little whore, you made it easy to access whatever I want anyway,” he chuckles a bit, gliding his teeth up until he can bite at the skin under your knee.

You groan and press your head into the couch cushion, “Not the first person to accuse me of being a hooker tonight.”

Joel pauses for a second with a suspicious look. “Who was the first? Better not’ve been that shitty fucker who stood you up, or I’ll deck his lights out,” he says with a gentle aggression that has a rolling heat burgeoning in your stomach for a reason you can’t quite place.

“No, it was that old guy at your work tonight.”

Joel cocks his head. “Walter? Walter said you were a hooker?”

“I said I was looking for you and he just…assumed, I think. You hire hookers on the clock? ‘Cause he seems to think so.”

“Only a handful of times,” he mutters, his eyes going shifty, uneasy, almost…embarrassed. “I don’t wanna talk about that. Not with your slutty little hole winkin’ at me like that.”

“Fair enough,” you dismiss, tapping your heel against Joel’s back to spark his attention. “Stop making me fucking wait for what I came for.”

“Already came twice,” Joel says under his breath, but he uses the hand not gripping the back of your knee to work his cock out of its confines, springing out angry and red and as intimidating as ever. He leaves it bobbing free as he takes up his hands behind both of your knees to spread you wider. “Guide it where you want it, pretty girl. He’s all yours.”

You bite your lip at those words. He’s all yours. Your hand wraps around his girth before you let your mind race too far. You stroke him softly and revel in the way his chin droops down to his chest and a groan rumbles in his throat at the first real stimulation of his cock.

“Let me feel that red velvet pussy, baby.”

You finally notch the fat head of him at your entrance and wiggle your hips down the couch, gasping as it parts your opening with a dull sting. When you capture Joel’s gaze, you beg softly, “Fuck it, daddy. She’s all yours.”

His face caves into an expression so aroused it almost looks painful. And then he’s groaning to fill the hush of the room and spearing into your cunt with every inch of him at once.

You’ll never get used to the sounds that he pushes out of you when he fucks you full, when he enters you for the first time and smacks you in the face with how gigantic he is in comparison to the tight ring of your pussy. Like a wounded animal, like prey falling to a predator, like you’re irreversibly changed once he’s claimed you for his own.

His rhythm sets off harsh and frantic and consuming, keeping your legs spread to feast his eyes upon your ravaged flesh.

“Fuck, so goddamn perfect. Feel so perfect around my cock. Milkin’ daddy just right with this tight little hole, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, tweaking your hardened nipples between your fingers and massaging at your tits as his hips smack against yours, the drenched state of your pussy enhancing the sound.

Joel secures your legs over his shoulders and leans in over you, bracketing your head with his hands and snapping his hips into you as you cry out with the change in angle, pulling him deeper inside you.

“Yeah, daddy’s so fuckin’ deep, huh? You love this fuckin’ cock? You love daddy fuckin’ this dirty snatch so fuckin’ deep?”

“Yes,” you keen, flinging your hands back to dig your nails into the arm of his couch and using it as leverage to fuck yourself down onto his length as he shoves it in, falling into a blissful harmony.

“Fuck daddy’s cock, slutty girl. God, I fuckin’ love that. Suckin’ it right up your cunt like a pro. Pussy’s so tight I got it molded to my cock now, don’t I? Ain’t gonna fit right with no other cock, is it?”

“No, daddy,” you whine, plunging yourself down onto him again and again just to feel the tip of it dragging along your cervix in that way you have come to fucking crave. Joel’s cock fucks you open and curves up into that perfect spot inside of you in the most flawless rhythm, and it has you spiraling into another orgasm with no discernible warning. You pussy clenches and spills around his cock, soaking the both of you with what Joel had already primed you for with his fingers.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby,” Joel moans as he lets his cock slip out of you to watch you gush onto his thoroughly soiled couch. He fucks back into you in a single push and withdraws again, just to see more of it rush out. Joel fists his cock and slaps it down onto your spread folds in a series of heavy smacks, then rubs the head of it against your clit as the rivulets cascading from you subside. “Gushin’ like a fuckin’ jacuzzi. Where you been hidin’ this little party trick?”

“I don’t fucking know,” you pant out, trying to get a grip on your shaking thighs as Joel’s cock slides through your folds. “Fuck. I didn’t know…”

“Well if anyone was gonna teach you, it would be your big dick daddy, now wouldn’t it?” Joel brags, smacking the full length of him against your lips and lower belly.

You twitch with residual aftershocks as the weight of him jostles you, and Joel chuckles.

“You’re shaking like a leaf darlin’,” he says, tapping one of your quivering thighs. “Flip over for me. Daddy’s gonna dick you down real good.”

“Gonna?” you squeak out, staring at him incredulously, “What have you been doing so far?”

Joel presses his lips together to stifle a laugh and smacks at your thigh again. “Ego’s already big enough, darlin’. Don’t go pumpin’ it up for me now.”

“Can say that again,” you mutter with a small smile, but flip over until you’re flat on your stomach and resting your head in your arms. “Big dick, bigger ego.”

Joel grunts behind you as he settles on top of you, slipping his arm under and around your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. He grinds his cock into the cleft of your ass before pulling back and aligning it at your entrance again with his hand. He hums in your ear and says with laughter in his voice, “Imagine if it was my ego I was shovin’ into this tiny cunt. You’d be fucked.”

Your reply is replaced with a gasping moan as he presses back into you at a different angle, this one rubbing intensely along the front wall of your pussy. The groan you release is embarrassing, abhorrent to your own ears, but Joel’s answering moan has all concern fluttering from your conscience.

“How’re you still so fuckin’ tight after I’ve fucked you open so many times, huh, Sugarplum?” he asks, voice clearly forced out through his teeth, like he’s fighting for his life not to spill his load inside of you in the next few seconds. But he bottoms out and fucks you slow, staying balls deep and making a home for himself there in the deepest part of you. “Jesus, need to dust off the ol’ cock ring. Wanna fuck you for hours, baby. Fuck you raw and stupid on this dick. Fuck you ‘til you fall asleep on it, you’re so goddamn tired. Fuck you ‘til you forget what it feels like to not be stuffed full of me.”

“Daddy,” you whimper into your arms, already overwhelmed by the sheer heft of this man making room for himself inside your body, not even giving your pussy an ounce of space to relax that isn’t around him, isn’t on his terms. “Feels so fucking good inside. So fucking big.”

“I know it, sweetheart. So good at takin’ this cock. That first time I thought you was gonna pass out on it. And look at you now – shakin’ and beggin’ for it like a bitch. You daddy’s bitch, nasty girl?”

“Yes,” you whine as Joel starts to slam his hips harder, faster into you, “Yes, I’m your bitch, daddy!” And you’re suddenly screaming it for him as his fingers dig into the back of your shoulder, holding you steady as he uses you.

“Fuck yeah,” he growls out, hoisting himself off you and hauling your hips into the air along with him. He fucks down deep into you as you moan into the couch, allowing him to take what he’s rightfully earned from you, simply by appreciating you, knowing how to make you scream, knowing how to make you come.

And you’re fairly dizzy with the experience, but you aren’t far gone enough to not feel the slippery thumb massaging circles against the tight ring of muscle he’s only ever explored before with his tongue.

A mewl escapes your lips as the tip of the digit teases your resolve.

“You gonna be my little slut, baby? Let daddy put his thumb in your ass. It’s real good for ya. It’ll be real good,” he speaks in breathy pants as his cock maintains its devastating tempo.

You let out a pitiful whimper, and you’re only partially surprised that the only answer in your head is yes, yes, yes.

It’s apparently also on your lips, because without even registering that you’ve said it aloud, Joel is rumbling out a deep and resonant, “That’s my darlin’ girl.” You swear you feel your eyes roll back in your head as the possessive praise inextricably clings itself to the sensation of his thick, meaty thumb gliding into your asshole up to the knuckle.

It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t feel this good having his cock filling you to the brim and then even more of him filling your ass. You’ve never liked anal, you’ve never even been interested in it, but this fucking tornado of a man has everything spinning in your head, disorienting your thoughts, screaming at you that what you thought was wrong is so, so right.

“Lemme get a picture of this, sweetheart – of you all plugged up with me.”

“Okay,” you gasp, constricting your grip around his thumb as if needing to hammer into your head that there’s a finger in your ass. A thick finger. He can probably feel his own cock through the separating skin.

Joel groans as you flex around his finger. “Spread yourself for the camera, baby.”

Your hands move to your cheeks and you can’t bring yourself to feel shame for this. Not for shit like this, with him. Not anymore. He makes you feel dirty and sexy and beautiful and worth his time. Why the hell wouldn’t you want to document this?

“Fuckin’ hell. Just like that.” You hear a series of shutters, and then his thumb slides out of you and he uses it to pull at the small established gape he’s made of your asshole. A few more shutters and Joel is muttering perfect, fuckin’ perfect, as he tosses his phone aside.

The words flow through you like hot honey tea, even if you weren’t meant to hear them. How does a man like him make you feel so treasured when you’re with him? You don’t belong to him, but he treats you like you do, in the most respectful of ways. He drags you down with him into the depths of his depravity, and yet once you’re there, you’re pleasured like… like a goddess. Like his goddess.

Joel’s hips ramp up again, timing his thrusts with that of his thumb as he fucks you in both holes at once. “God, so fuckin’ beautiful like this. Wanna stretch this hole open until you can take this whole cock up your ass, baby. Spill my load in there, watch it drip down your cunt.”

And you had said unequivocally no. You had said, not tabling. Off the table. But, god, deep down you know he’d make it feel so good. Somehow, he’d make it worth it. And it’s fucking killing you. You can’t admit that to him, you can’t let him know that you’re convinced he could make anything feel good. That’s too close to something. And this isn’t something. This is I make you feel good, you make me feel good, and we go our separate ways.

So you just moan for him in response. A verbal confirmation is too much. Giving him too much power over you. And Joel seems too lost in the clutch of your body to parse the difference.

“Velvet fuckin’ pussy, darlin’,” he chants to the rhythm of his hips colliding with yours, and you’ve come to recognize the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. His sounds start to fluctuate in pitch, his hips more stuttered in their movement, his fingernails indent your skin as he frantically clings to the final moments of euphoric crescendo before the cymbal crash.

And crash it does, announced with an unabashed groan of sheer pleasure as he spills himself inside of you again, so many times now you’ve lost count, lost sense of the level of responsibility in your actions. Too feral, too dependent on the soothing, post-fuck tranquility of his come dripping from the deepest part of you. A balm to your stretched, aching wound that he caused, because you asked him to — keep asking him to — again and again. A reminder of where he’s been, what he’s done to you, what he’s done with you in all these private moments.

He slips himself free, and you feel the trickle of him, evidence of how much he’s pumped into you. Leaving you open and gaping, yet so fucking full of him, even after he’s gone. Pulled out and dripped free of your heat and hold.

Lazy kisses paint up your back where your dress has ridden up your spine, and then back down to bite more reminders of him into the flesh of your ass, until he guides your hips flush to the couch and blankets you with his weight.

Minutes of quiet breath-catching tick by, feeling the scratch of his hair where your bare skin meets along your bodies, until Joel breaks the silence to say, “Stupid bastard was out of his fuckin’ mind.”

And you’re not positive why, but you feel tears stinging your eyes again. You steel yourself, refuse to let them fall, force them to dry out before they betray you.

You clear your throat of any traitorous frogs before you speak again. “Sorry about your couch.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout,” he reassures, grunting quietly as he shifts himself off you and slips behind instead, pulling you into him, “Plus, Doreen’s got one of them special little steam cleaners she lets me borrow from time to time. Get it cleaned up real nice.”

“Doreen?”

“Little old lady ‘cross the way,” he says into your hair.

You do your best to turn slightly and look at him. “You’re friends with the little old lady across the way?”

“You doubt my charm?”

Your eyes search his face — the wide, dopey smile, the drooping eyelids, the dwindling glassy rose in his eyes from the weed — and you smile back.

“Maybe. Feel like you would be a kind old lady’s worst nightmare.”

“Nah, I’m a good boy. Just ask my mama,” he quips.

“Sure,” you joke, positioning yourself back into a proper little spoon.

You feel a kiss on the back of your head. “Gonna step out for some fresh air and a smoke. Keep me company?”

You grumble as Joel props himself upright on the couch and pulls his sweats back up. “‘S’cold outside,” you groan, watching him as he stands and slips on a shirt from where it was strewn onto the back of a chair.

Joel studies you where you lie, your dress a flimsy accordion with the top and bottom convening at your torso, leaving Joel’s favorite bits on display. And as much as you assume it probably pains him to have your body hidden from his view, he says, “You can wear my coat.”

Your eyes light up. “Yeah?”

Joel masks a grin and grabs the coat off the peg by the door, throwing it to you. You know this coat. You’ve worn it before. And although you don’t want to give yourself away by inhaling its scent too gratuitously, you don’t capture any hints of your perfume on the fabric in your covert sniffs. It’s been too long.

You push yourself onto only moderately shaky legs and work yourself back into your dress properly before slipping your arms through the coat and zipping it around you. You feel a bit like a giant marshmallow in the padded utility jacket, but when you look back up at Joel, there’s a shimmer of something in his eyes, on his face. And something like a twitch in his mouth, like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen Joel hold his tongue over anything, so it’s likely just a trick of the light, the lingering effects of your high.

Joel’s eyes only tear from you to swipe up his smokes and lighter from the coffee table and step into a pair of slides before he’s leading you out the door.

The cold is bitter, but Joel’s coat is warm enough. Your legs prick with the chill breeze as Joel sticks two cigarettes into his mouth and lights them both, handing one off to you. You rest on the railing with him side by side, taking reasonably synchronous puffs as you stare up at the moon, the stars.

A couple screams at each other a few lots down, their voices only muted by the distance and the persistent, humming buzz of Joel’s porch light.

“Right on cue,” Joel mumbles around his cig as he scratches his beard. “Kev can’t keep it in his fuckin’ pants for the life of ‘im.”

“Mmm. Sounds like someone I know.”

Joel’s sidelong glance is sprinkled with a sort of childlike mischievousness as the corners of his mouth lilt. “Maybe so. But I wouldn’t step out on my girl, though.”

His lingering gaze has the back of your neck growing hot. You hum in agreement as you take another drag, tapping the ash with fingers half-obscured by the length of Joel’s sleeves and watching as it falls to the gravel below.

Joel flicks the ash of his own smoke against the railing to plop down next to yours, and exhales a cloud as he stares off in the direction of the feuding couple’s trailer. “When I got a girl, that’s all I need. And it’s been a rare blue moon that my girl ever went and got it somewhere else.”

He takes in a steady, clean breath and shrugs with his head before continuing. “And whenever they did, they came crawlin’ right back. Always come to find that their daddy lays the best pipe. Ain’t never seen one of my girls spread ‘em open for no one else after they stepped out the first time. Not ‘til after it was over.”

Your focus catches on his lips as they wrap around his cigarette again, the barest concave of his cheeks as he sucks, the pout of him as he expels into the night air. And you ache to say something. You feel heavy with it.

The opening chords of a melodic ballad fall upon your ears, and you both swivel your heads in the opposite direction of the screaming pair. Instead, you’re graced with a couple coming together in an embrace, slowly rocking to the music floating from their porch.

A soft laugh escapes you as you watch them wistfully. “Now that is how a Valentine’s Day is supposed to end.”

Joel glances at you. He takes one last drag from his smoke and tamps it out on the wood before dropping it into a chipped mug on the railing, housing a dozen cigarette butts. He holds a hand out to you and tilts his head toward the pavement.

You stare at his outstretched hand, and your mind trips over itself to unravel the intent behind it. “What are—”

“Dance with me.”

Your eyes snap up to his, and you’re met with an easy smile on a disheveled, glassy-eyed, gorgeous man. Braving the cold in sweats, a wrinkly and hole-riddled Henley, and slides on tube-socked feet. Asking you to dance while clad in his coat and your stilettos.

You chew on your lip as you watch his fingers wiggle impatiently as your cigarette butt kisses Joel’s in the mug when you discard it. And then as your hand slides into his.

“Atta girl,” he praises you softly, tugging you down the steps with him and onto the pavement.

Joel isn’t fancy with it. He just pulls you close into him, wrapping his arms around your waist as you drape your head on his shoulder. He sways the two of you from side to side following the beat of the music. Your heels scrape the asphalt, your nails scratch the back of his neck, and his hands dip below the hem of his coat to tease at the round of your ass over your dress.

“Sure I ain’t said it enough, but you’re a goddamn knockout tonight,” he rumbles quietly into your ear, his fingers groping at the bottom curve of your cheeks to emphasize his point.

And after your date flaked on you, after you got dolled up for him, got your hopes up for a nice night, and had your plans disintegrate between your fingers, just for Joel to swoop in and illuminate your sky with stars, those words spear right through your heart.

And you know you should say something traditionally sweet back. Something like thank you or you too. But as those softer words rattle around your brain, you feel wetness trickling down your inner thigh, and you opt to whisper something more personalized. Something you know Joel would find sweetest of all to fall from your lips. “I can feel you dripping out of me.”

A groan vibrates up his chest and one hand slips between your bodies until you feel the cool press of his fingers at your cunt.

“Fuck me, darlin’,” he breathes, bringing up two thick fingers for you to see, glistening opalescent in the moonlight.

He doesn’t ask, you just drop your jaw and stick your tongue out for him, sucking your shared juices off his skin as your eyes lock. He pulls them free and replaces them with his mouth, tasting the two of you off your tongue. Joel’s hand nestles under your dress once more to cup your pussy. Not to slide inside, not to get you off. Just to hold you as close as he knows how. To catch where the two of you fall.

He nuzzles your nose with his and tucks your face into his neck with his other hand as he sways with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sugarplum.”

You sigh into his neck and lay your hand over his beneath your dress.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, daddy.”

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misfits (college!ateez x reader)

When your world comes crashing down, the only people who are able to comfort you are the notorious group, Ateez. You’ve heard rumour after rumour about the eight males who are ice cold, yet for some reason, they are the warmest people you know.

Please read me: {hello! so finally i have wrote enough for me to release the first chapter and i really hope it is good enough for the lovely people who have been patiently waiting. there will be more chapters to come in the future so please do look forward to them! just so you all know there is a few trigger warnings i have to go through so just in case you are uncomfortable with certain subjects to read with caution and with your own comfort in mind. at the start of every chapter i will put the warnings that correlate with the said chapter. in this story there are topics of swearing, depression, anxiety, ptsd, suicide, negelection and mental abuse. so if you are not comfortable reading these please either avoid this story or read with extreme caution. your wellbeing is more important than anything.

Now like i said in my previous post, this is going to be a poly!ateez story so hence there will be future smut and suggestive themes (which i will also put in the warnings before the chapter starts) but the message in the story is very much about past trauma and finding people who can help, heal and love you despite your imperfections.

With that all said! I hope you enjoy the first chapter of ‘Misfits’ and thank you kindly for waiting.

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with thanks to @musicdork and @moraxology for the help and ideas shared with me. thank you <3

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Misfits, Chapter 1

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Heart dropping to your stomach, you attempt to make sense of the words that are displayed on the small illuminating screen sat in front of you. Devastation hits you like a ton of bricks as you realise once again, it feels like the world is trying to punish you. Reading over the email once again, you let out an exasperated groan and let your head fall down onto your arms relaxing on the table.

“You’re homeless?” Your best friend almost screeches, scanning over the email present on your small laptop screen.

“Okay a little louder Jisung and the aliens on the Saturn will fucking hear you,” You react, your voice muffled by your clothes.

“What happened? I thought your place was in one of the nicer areas?”

Looking up from the desk, you see Jisung peering at you with a concerned expression.

“Do you remember those new tenants that moved in below me?” you ask, causing Jisung to nod his head, "Well they accidentally started a fire, and it burnt down half of the place because the owners weren’t smart enough to install fire hydrants around the residence.

“Isn’t it illegal to not have designated fire hydrants in a building?”

“Probably, I mean that’s what I get for going for the cheapest available housing I could find, they say it's going to take at least a year to repair the damage.”

"Are all of your belongings okay?"

"Not really, I managed to save most things like my books and some clothes but everything else is burnt. They say they are going to give me some money back for the damage, but I doubt it’ll be much."

"Then where are you staying now?"

"Yeji said I could stay with her for a few days, but she has a roommate moving in soon, so I have to get out before the end of this week."

"You have to start looking for a place to live __, I wish I could help you,"

Jisung lives with his boyfriend and friends in great student accommodation, there are only four rooms, yet they manage to fit eight grown men in there. Sadly, there's simply not enough space for another person.

“I’m aware of that, but all the school properties are full, and I’ve seen no flyers from people searching for roommates. There’s no way I'm looking for housing outside of the area, I would have to sell both my kidneys to afford a month's worth of rent. This apartment was the only place that was in my budget if I didn't want a roommate. At this point, I should probably start looking for a nice cosy bridge to live under.”

Jisung lets out a stifled laugh before quickly covering his mouth realising the two of you are residing in a library. Being in a secluded area, noise isn’t really a problem, yet three other people are sitting near you, resting on the opposite side of the large wooden table. Two huddled next to each other, sharing a laptop, likely watching YouTube and one with striking blonde hair resting his head on his arms, undoubtedly sleeping.

“How many days until you have to move out?” Jisung inquires, laying his head on his hand and gazing at you.

“Uh, I think like a week,”

“Oh, so it’s not like you have to move out right now,” your best friend replies, a calm smile covering his features.

“Yeah, but I doubt that somebody is abruptly going to need a roommate out of nowhere,”

Then, you hear rustling, then suddenly the guy who was sleeping on your table abruptly stands up, grabs his things, and rushes out of the library.

“Probably had a nightmare or something,” Jisung chuckles, lighting up your mood.

“When’s your next lesson?” You ask, hoping he doesn't have to leave too soon.

Observing as Jisung whips out his phone and looks at the time, he lets out a sigh.

“Starts in seven minutes, it takes like five minutes to walk there. I better get going,” Jisung replies, grabbing his books and laptop.

“Must you leave so soon? You can’t leave me here to tutor for three hours straight.” You let out a fake cry and hang onto his arm, pleading for him to stay.

“You're the one who wanted the extra credit, don't blame me!”

Bickering for a minute more, you eventually let Jisung get to his class, the two others across the table departing as well, leaving you alone.

Grumbling to yourself, you wonder why you even offered to tutor people, the extra credit is little to nothing. Alas, it’s too late to back out now as you have two people arriving soon. Typically, you only take people who you know personally, but Jisung’s boyfriend, Minho, said two of his classmates requested him to ask you to tutor, telling him they really needed assistance in maths. You hope they are pleasant because you are not about to be spending the next three hours with two arseholes.

You also typically only take one person at a time but due to your current tight schedule, you decided to just do two at once. You need the time later to look for new places to live anyway. The unknown two needed teaching in the same subject at least, works out fine.

Returning to your laptop you start typing, trying to finish as much of your lab report as you can before they show up.

“No Yeosang said she was around this corner.”

A hushed voice breaks you out of your concentration, yet you pay no interest and hurriedly get back to typing.

“You’re __ right?” A monotone voice speaks out from your left.

You turn upon hearing your name and see a guy standing next to where you are sitting. Quickly you scan over his face, noticing the way his cheeks display small dimples as his face shifts and the slit in one of his eyebrows.

“I’m San, Minho told you about us, right?”

Noting the way he said ‘us’, you turn fully backwards and see a noticeably built man standing by San, his face holding little to no emotion as he stares blankly towards you. In your mind, you hope these aren’t the two you are tutoring, noticing how intimidating their presence is.

“We are here for tutoring lessons,” the unnamed person speaks, and you curse upon your luck.

“Oh right, you can take a seat where you’d like.”

You mentally cuss out Minho for not informing you about how intense and handsome his classmates were, you let out a scoff under your breath as you start to pull out your maths textbooks.

“So, what were your guy's names, I’m not too good with names so if I forget, please don't take it personally,” you shyly confess, hoping they are not going to take it the wrong way. You detect the way some sort of stunned expression goes across their faces, but it disappears as soon as it had appeared.

“I’m Choi San, good to meet you.” San nods in your direction, his emotions still unreadable, a subtle glare still present along his features.

“San, I see. You too,” You mumble, slightly scared by his strong character. You attempt a small smile and shake his hand, trying to ignore the way you feel his eyes boring into your skull. Moving your attention to the man sitting next to him, you smile gently, noticing the way his cheeks are dusted with a light pink colour.

“Choi Jongho,” He reaches out his hand and you gladly take it, feeling slightly less intimidated by the seemingly kinder man.

Replying with your own name, you realise they already knew it, making you curse yourself for the sheer awkwardness emitting from your body as you notice Jongho and San are neither looking at you.

Slightly glancing up at you, San notices your flustered state and a faint smile ghosts his face.

Shaking off your clumsiness rapidly, you start to focus on the task at hand.

“So, what are you two looking to go over today?” you ask, opening your notebook that was conveniently placed in front of you. What you don’t expect is Jongho and San immediately look at each other with wide eyes, almost as if they are taken aback by the question.

“You guys don’t know what you want to go over?”

“No, sorry, we have been having problems with our two recent algebra assignments.” Jongho replies, his tough exterior cracking ever so slightly as he ruffles his black hair.

“Okay then,” you answer, a little puzzled at the two's sudden and strange gestures, yet you pay no mind to it as you reach into your backpack to grab your mathematics textbook. You’ve seen much stranger things in this college anyway.

When you proceed with the session you are surprised by the two men sitting in front of you. Although being very intimidating, the two are very good listeners and attentive to everything you say or do. Writing notes and nodding at almost every word you say. After an extensive explanation, you let Jongho and San try to solve a practice question. During this time, you take the time to admire the two in front of you. You can see they are extremely close by the way their bodies face each other naturally, and the way they look at each other. Meanwhile, you can’t help but wonder why you haven't seen them on campus before. Certainly, you would've heard or seen something about these two very good-looking men, knowing how much the people here like to gossip. Well after all, you have never been one for gossip and fangirling over the popular campus heartthrobs. Brushing your thoughts to the side, you start to read over the same page for the fifth time.

After the second hour, it intrigues you how smart they are, only needing you to once go over something and they already have the answer or even occasionally you swear you see one of them write an answer without you describing how to find it. Perhaps they are fast learners? Due to the fact, they are so quick, it only takes two of the three hours for you to cover everything they wished to go over, and their assignments are almost finished, just needing the final touches.

"There we go,” you exclaim, stretching your arms over your head, letting out a content groan as you let your back straighten up, "if you need future help, you can always call me." Even though it’s perhaps pretentious to offer this to such tough guys, you’re happy to be able to have such good students who actually listen. Unlike your last session which you spent way too many hours on.

Jongho looks up from his laptop with a wide eye look, "that’d be helpful,"

"Can you take my number?" San holds his hand open, expecting your phone and you are shocked at his utter forwardness. Even though you know it’s not intended in a flirtatious way, your heart quickens at the gesture, never having been asked for your number before.

Passing your phone to the male in front of you, you notice San observing the Sanrio stickers stuck to the back of it. The male lets out a short burst of air through his nose, and you don’t know whether he’s mocking you or scoffing. As you look at him to analyse his reaction, you see a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, but it doesn’t seem in a taunting way. You continue staring at him as he puts his number into your phone.

Unexpectedly he looks up and straight into your investigating eyes, catching you by surprise, immediately looking away from him and at the open book in front of you pretending to read it, even though you know he knows you have already read over the page multiple times in the past ten minutes.

“Wait, what time is it?" Jongho asks San. Watching San pull out his phone, you see a glimpse of his phone case, it looks something like a character, but you can’t see it as he places his phone face up on the table.

"Quarter to twelve," San responds, his phone screen lighting up for a split second, you manage to catch a quick sight of his lock screen. It appears to be a group photo, with numerous faces smiling brightly at the camera. So, they have more friends.

"We have about thirty minutes till ecology, do you want to go to the canteen?" Jongho questions as he begins to put his belongings into his bag.

"I could use a snack,” San answers, stretching back into the chair, his arms above his head just as you did earlier.

"Coming with us?" Jongho asks as he stands up from his chair and pushes it back beneath the table.

Bewildered by the question, you wonder as to why they want you to come when they have been nothing but distant this entire time. Glancing back at your unfinished lab report displayed on your laptop, you feel conflicted. Yet a break from the tedious work would be rather nice. There's no harm in pulling another all-nighter.

"I could also do with something to eat," Your smile is bright as you stuff your laptop into your bag, happy to have a reason to escape the tedious work on the small screen of your laptop.

It is a rather fast walk to the canteen; it is conveniently on the same wing as the library. Expecting the canteen to be full to the brim of students getting lunch, you’re surprised to see the canteen completely empty. You are rather pleased with the serenity of the canteen, feeling at ease that there are no judging eyes watching your every move. Pacing over to the cooled section of food, your footsteps echo in the large room, then you notice San and Jongho trailing after you, looking quite lost.

"Have you guys never been to the canteen before or something?" You inquire, chuckling at their antics before grabbing a carton of banana milk and an apple.

"It's not particularly our scene, we eat our meals at our place." San answers, staring down at the banana milk in your hand. So, they live together, it makes sense seeing how close they are.

“You guys don't live in student buildings?” You question, that does explain why you've never seen them around, knowing most people who reside in the student dorms. You resume walking towards a table to sit, you grab two more banana milk before sitting down and popping a straw into your drink.

"No, we live near the new park, Eastwood Drive," Jongho replies.

This information almost makes you spit out your drink. Eastwood is not only part of a huge real estate area but one of the richest areas near our school. Absolutely no students would be able to afford that. It's an area full of houses like mansions or condos bigger than a regular house.

"Are you okay?" Jongho asks, hurriedly rushing to your side and patting your back, San chuckles at the scene and passes you a bottle of water from his seat.

"Yes, I'm fine," You say between coughs, "thank you," you take a gulp of water from the bottle before handing it back to him.

"Sorry it's just, how on earth do you afford that house there's no way you guys just have it. Did you have to sell your soul to the devil or something?"

Both males let out soft laughs and for the first time you see something other than scowls on their faces, instead replaced by gentle amusement.

"No, we didn't, one of our roommates' mothers is the owner of the real estate and she lets us live there," San answers your question.

"We do still have to pay rent, which is above average, but it's not anything like the rent we would have to pay if we were actually living there," Jongho adds, "plus we have quite a few roommates, so it's spread out pretty evenly." So, they have multiple roommates.

"I see," you hum as you let the information in. Of course, they have several roommates, the house is big enough for ten people, most likely.

"And you?" Jongho questions looking at you. His expression is back to his resting face, until he realises his question, eyes going wide he continues, “not in a creepy, I'm sorry please don't take it the wrong way!" he rambles on.

Laughing out, you wave your hands in a friendly way to dismiss his thoughts.

"No no, it's okay," you chuckle, not really sure how to explain to them that your house was recently made into a fresh stock of charcoal.

“It's kind of complicated I'll be honest," you start, San and Jongho’s expressions twitch in curiosity, "Well I was living at Coast Lane,"

"Oh, the one near the shopping centre?" Jongho inquires. You nod your head back in confirmation.

"Wait but wasn't that place burnt down a few days ago?" San asks, looking at Jongho and then back at you with a worried look. Their hearts fill with worry for you.

"Yep," you say, popping the p at the end, "that's why I said I was living," you say looking down, chucking dryly.

"Where are you living now then?" San asks, his voice laced with something similar to worry.

"I'm staying at a friend's house, but they are getting a new roommate at the end of this week, so I need to move out by then."

"Have you found anywhere to live yet?" Jongho questions, looking sorrowful. You are surprised by the amount of worry you suddenly feel from San and Jongho. However, you shake your head as 'no' and proceed to take another sip of your drink.

"I have an idea." San abruptly says standing up from his chair, catching your and Jongho's attention, "Excuse me I have to talk to someone, Jongho. Joong."

Jongho's eyes light up with some sort of awareness and he also rapidly stands from his chair, leaving you even more confused, unsure where the sudden energy comes from, you also wonder who the fuck 'Joong' is and why do they need to see him so suddenly.

"See you soon, __.” Jongho’s smile is warm and contagious, he then turns to leave with the taller man.

"Wait, guys!” You exclaim, "here," you hand them both a cartoon of banana milk that you grabbed earlier. "Drink these, you can't focus if you're dehydrated, " you say, heat rising up from your chest.

Both of the men look at you shocked at the kind gesture, surprised someone actually cares about their well-being. Giving you a thank you, the two men leave with red subtly covering their cheeks, both trying to immediately force it away before someone sees them with a giddy expression.

----

"Then they just stood up and left," You replay the events from earlier today to Jisung, who is sipping on a mojito. After the busy day you both shared, Jisung and you decided to go to a bar that recently opened not too far from campus. It is small and cosy, not too full of people, mostly students from your school rewinding from the day, just like you.

"Psycho behaviour," Jisung jokes whilst you take a sip of your drink. Laughing, you push Jisung's arm gently.

"I don't know, they were certainly intimidating but I could tell they were okay people," you exclaim truthfully. If you said that the three hours you spent with the two weren't pleasant you’d be lying.

"Do you have a crush on them or something?" Jisung inquires, rather loudly, getting far too excited. Hoping that no one heard him through the low jazz music resounding in the small bar, you quieten down your best friend quickly by covering his mouth with your free hand.

"Ji the entire bar does not need to know about my personal endeavours, and no I do not have a crush on them, they are just simply cute," you say exasperated.

“So, you do find them cute! The last time you had a crush as back in high school, this is big news,”

“There is no news dumbass, they are just cute. I find kittens cute, and I don’t want to date them.”

Jisung’s face contorts into a mixture of disgust and humour.

"Wait, what are their names?" Jisung questions his voice back to a reasonable volume.

"Choi San and Choi Jongho, I've never even heard of them, to be honest. You'd think I would've seen these handsome men bef, what is with that look on your face?" you stop your ramble as you see the very obviously shocked look on Jisung's face.

"Are you fucking serious?" Jisung says slowly.

Confused, you simply answer, "yeah they needed help with maths. it was your boyfriend who set the tutor session up."

"Yeah, because they probably threatened him?" Jisung says tensing up.

"What do you mean threatened, they were huge sweethearts," you say amused at Jisung. Your laughing momentarily halts when you see the serious look on Jisung's small face.

"What is it?"

"___, Choi San and Choi Jongho are part of that group."

Your baffled expression remains on your features, clearly unfazed by this information.

"What is that like a cult or something?" you joke.

"Girl, are you living under a fucking rock? Ateez, the group called Ateez. The super scary ones practically haunt this school. I'm surprised they talked to Minho. I'm pretty sure he's going to be scarred now."

Slowly but surely, your brain starts to put things into place.

"Wait, that group Sola told us about?”

As Jisung confirms your question, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise. A few months ago, you had been told by some classmates about them briefly, they were talking rather loudly about them. Apparently, they had done some terrible things when they were in high school then just disappeared for a few years. Most people thought they dropped out or moved abroad. The year they returned, they started this university out of nowhere together and have been a notorious group ever since, being known for staying foul and bitter towards everyone except themselves. Yet, nobody seems to know the reason for their ice-cold hearts. You never really bothered to keep up with the rumours or gossip, it wasn’t necessary for you to know, however you start to think maybe you should pay more attention due to your recent interaction with two of the people in the group.

"But they were nice?" your question, more to yourself than to Jisung.

"I don't know about you, but you probably got the wrong people."

You don't believe Jisung is lying but at the same time… The two men you had tutored earlier today were definitely not members of the notorious group.

Surely not.

Yes, they were intimidating, but nowhere near as bad as anything people say about them. From what you've heard about the group, they are cold, heartless, selfish, and miserable. Staying only in the group of eight, others not even daring to look them in the eyes as they pass them.

"If they were the people that you were tutoring yesterday, you may have gotten yourself into something you can't get out of. They have hundreds of fangirls, who are very possessive over them and people who want them dead. I don’t know of a single person who is fond of them. It’s best if you stay far away from them." Jisung says with a nervous expression.

Unexpectedly, his phone lights up and you see Minho's caller ID appear. Jisung glances back up at you with a questioning look, requesting if he can take it.

"Go ahead," you push your smile and watch as he leaves to find a quiet place.

Your heart beats heavily against your chest and you feel your throat tighten. ‘Come on’ you think, this isn't the best place for you to have an anxiety attack. Possibly, it's that the new information is far too overwhelming. You are barely keeping up with your classes, your apartment just burnt down, and now you’re somewhat engaged with an apparently dangerous group that has no good stories. Feeling your breathing getting jagged and your heart getting heavier by the second, you attempt to focus on your breathing. Trying to remember the breathing exercises your mother taught you when you were younger, you attempt breathing in deeply, but it doesn't work, leaving you to breathe in and out in a fast manner. It's okay, it's okay. You repeat yourself, in an attempt to comfort yourself, but your brain is yelling 'it's not okay, look how stupid you've been and got yourself into a senseless situation again. Fucking idiot'. You put your head in your hands and start gently rocking on the barstool, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. Unexpectedly, a presence appears next to you and before you know it, their warm hand is rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner.

"Shh it's okay, it's all going to be okay." a deep voice speaks from your right. You don't care to look up, only basking in the way the figure's hand caresses your back in a comforting way. To your surprise, it works miracles. Your breathing is back to a reasonable state within the next minute. Only then do you look up from your hands, your eyes lock with a beautiful man. He wears a comforting smile, his eyes full of sympathy and something else you can't quite put your finger on, his hand not slowing on your back. Trying to smile back at him, you wipe the tears you didn't even know had fallen, with the sleeves of your sweatshirt before regaining the words to speak.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," you say, abruptly embarrassed that a very handsome man just had to see a small breakdown of yours.

"It's perfectly okay. I've had enough anxiety attacks to know you can't control where you have them." the man admits, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward smile on his face. The voice of the man is deep, yet soft, making you feel awfully relaxed.

"You have anxiety?" you ask, sniffling your nose.

The man chuckles and looks down at his hands, "longer than I can remember, yeah," he looks back up at you, "rubbing my back is how my friends comfort me, so I hope it somewhat worked for you too."

"It worked amazingly, it's actually how my mother used to comfort me," you express, still slightly ashamed to be sharing this information with a stranger, let alone such a good-looking one. Yet knowing he goes through the same things as you, comforts you more than you realise. The male looks around him, almost as if he’s worried someone will see him, he then looks back down to your smaller figure which is closer to him than he remembered. Clearing his throat, he steps away a little bit, concerned you would feel uncomfortable with the closeness of your bodies.

“I do need to go now, but it was nice to meet you," The man says whilst leaving the barstool to your right. Not sure why, but you feel sad that he has to leave so soon. Feeling so relaxed around a stranger has you shocked, wishing you could stay with this unknown feeling.

"Thank you," you say, grateful to have him there for you.

"Anytime.”

"I’ll see you around." You return his smile.

Nodding his head, he gives one last smile before departing the bar's exit, a growing smile adorning his features as he exits the bar.

“Hey I’m back.”

Whipping your head to the left, you see Jisung sitting back in his stool. Opening your mouth to tell him about what just happened, you attempt to get the words out but for some reason, you are unable to find the words. Not wanting to worry your best friend with your sudden onset anxiety attack, you decide to stay quiet.

What are these unexplainable encounters you've been having with handsome men recently?

----

Climbing over bags and coats, you find a seat in a calmer area of the stadium you just arrived at. Spotting Minho in the field doing some warm-ups with his team, you feel relaxed to see someone you know. When he sees you, he waves happily. Smiling, you reach for your phone to quickly text Jisung asking where he is. All of a sudden, a rush of cold air gets swept in by the wind, causing you to freeze up. Never liking the cold, you debate heavily at this moment whether you should just leave. However, you travelled all the way from Yeji’s to here in the cold. It seems like a waste to just go back, even if it freezes you to death to stay. After all, you need to support Minho, him being one of your only friends, for the football game. Jisung is supposed to be joining you but you’re sure he's busy picking out a cute outfit to swoon Minho.

Over the past few days Jisung has been trying to teach you the names of Ateez so you know to run if they approach you. Seemingly stupid, but you do need fewer distractions in the hope to graduate with honours. From what Jisung has told you, there are eight members, and they are all of similar age, the youngest being in the same classes as he managed to skip a year due to him exceeding the level of people his age. However, Jisung teaching you their names doesn’t really stick to you, never being good at names it doesn’t help that you don’t know what they look like. It would be much easier learning their names if you actually had photos so you can put a name to a face, but of course they don’t have Instagram accounts, and if they saw people taking photos of them, they’d likely murder you on the spot. Or that’s what Jisung says.

You are suddenly brought out of your thoughts when a voice sounds in your ears.

“Could I sit here?” a soft, yet deep captivating voice speaks out.

Curiously, you look to your left to see who the owner of the voice is. Surprisingly, you see a blonde male with a mask covering his face. He is standing next to the seat where you have placed your bag, and you realise he is asking for the seat.

“Oh yes, of course, sorry,” you hurriedly grab your bag and place it between your legs, allowing the male to take a place next to you.

“Thank you,” he says, a very small smile on his lips. When he sits down, he takes off his mask, and you glance at him one more time, taking in his visuals. With his fluffy hair and red tinted cheeks and a small mark of pink next to one of his eyes, he is truly a work of art. Yet, for some reason, you can't help but feel like you've seen him before.

“I'm sorry have I met you before, you seem really familiar?” you ask inquisitively, not being able to match a name to a face.

“We may have run into each other once or twice,” the blonde male puts his hand out for a handshake.

Gladly taking his hand in yours, you shake with a small smile on your face.

“It is a small world, I'm __.”

The male takes his hand away and back into his coat pocket, shivering in the icy air.

“Are you Jisung's girlfriend?” he questions.

Rolling your eyes, slightly annoyed at the question, you go to answer. It has been thousands of times that people have asked about your and Jisung's relationship, mistaking you for a couple and not just a couple of friends. After a while it gets rather irritating, the question being asked countless amounts of times.

"No, we aren't, we are just best friends, I'm pretty sure Jisung came out as gay like two years ago. Plus, he's literally dating the quarterback, Lee Minho." you chuckle slightly.

"Oh sorry! I didn't mean to offend you in any way."

"No! It's really okay, it's just I get asked a lot, so it becomes annoying after a while. I mean look at Jisung, he has baby girl written all over him."

“Cold?” he questions.

The blondie next to you lets out a small chuckle acknowledging the man you are always with isn’t your boyfriend.

Sensing a gaze on you, you turn back to the blonde male whose eyes are looking at the goosebumps on your exposed arms.

“I probably should’ve brought at least a jumper. I've been so wrapped up with exams and tutoring I’ve been forgetting everything,” you say, laughing slightly, embarrassed that you went outside wearing just a t-shirt in the middle of November.

The male lets out a laugh before speaking, “it’s okay, I understand. If I’m being honest, I've also been having so much struggle with studying, my stress is all over the place.” He wonders for a second why he even shared this with you, concerned for a second you will see him in a bad light.

“I'm sorry to hear that.” you contemplate for a moment, “Look I have these if you want,” reaching into your pocket, you grab some rescue drops. “These help me a lot,”

You place the small bottle in his hand, and a giant smile covers his face. “What? I’ve actually been looking for these everywhere and I can never find them! They’ve been sold out in every shop.” Blondie looks back up at you, “but you have anxiety you need these more than me,”

Pausing for a second, you wonder how he knows you have anxiety, nonetheless, you continue “It’s perfectly fine, Jisung’s parents work at a pharmacy back in my hometown and they send me a few of these whenever they are in stock, you can keep them.” you inform him, his smile brightening your cold mood shockingly fast. You’re not even sure why you gave him them, it was your last bottle. You guess that’s what happens when you are a people pleaser. The smile on the male’s face only grows wider, his heart jumping at your kind action.

“Thank you so much __,”

“It’s no worries, if you ever need some more, look for the loud group of small guys acting like four-year-olds.” you laugh, and he chuckles along with you, making a mental note, even though he knows he will likely never approach the group.

Before you can focus back on the starting game, you feel a soft material cover your shivering body. It is a large zip-up that smells of rich, sweet perfume. Turning quickly to the blonde guy with confusion covering your features, you hurriedly dismiss the action, seeing his arms exposed to the winter air.

“I can’t take this; you’ll get too cold.” you stop your words as he pulls out another sweater from his bag.

“I've got my friend’s sweater, you keep mine until you’re warm.” he turns to face the game, "or until Jisung sees and freaks out and tells everyone you have a secret boyfriend." he jokes.

“You seem to know Jisung?” you ask, wondering how he knows Jisung’s personality quite well.

“Well, we know each other, but we aren’t particularly friends,” blondie turns fully towards you, “are you sure you don’t know me at all?”

“I'm sorry but I really only have like two friends, I don't really go out.”

“But Jisung is super popular, aren't you in his huge partying friend group?”

“Not really, his friends are lovely but I’m only close with him and his boyfriend, I'm not too good at making friends.” you quietly mumble the last part. You look over at the blondie and see he has slight confusion on his face.

“You are so kind, I’m sure anyone would want to be your friend."

"You’d be the first to think that" you dryly admit, which causes the male to feel a twinge of pain and guilt in his heart, "I would rather stay inside all-day binge-watching television whilst eating away my stress,"

"Well, that’s one thing we have in common."

Sharing a warm smile with him, you start to get lost in your thoughts again, but then you realise a question you never returned.

“I’m so sorry I never got your name.”

“No worries, I’m Yeosang.” he has the same smile on his face, making you feel warm despite the bitter winter air. Then his familiarity dawns on you.

“Kang?” you inquire, your voice rising ever so slightly.

“That’s me,” he smiles at me, and you don't know if your heart rises because of how beautiful his smile is or because you recognise the name from Jisung’s teaching session with the members of Ateez.

“Like from Ateez,” you question, watching your words, if Ateez is as bad as Jisung is saying then you definitely need to watch your words.

Yeosang turns to you, almost looking baffled.

“I thought you didn't know about Ateez?” he questions, shocked.

“What made you think that?”

“Just a guess I suppose, being that you don't really go out I assumed you weren’t really interested in the groups and stuff.”

“Ah well not particularly, but recently I suppose I’ve gotten to know about it better.”

“You're not scared, are you?” you see Yeosang tense up a little, his eyebrows furrowed. He hopes for the best, not knowing how you will react. Surprisingly, your heart softens at this question, he seems upset for some reason, as if he doesn't want to be seen this way. You feel bad for ever acting stressed towards him.

“Don't worry, the only person that scares me is Jisung when he's hungry.” you joke out, relaxing the tension and calming him. From what you can see, Yeosang is just kind and calm. The only thing that's menacing about him is the fact he’s drop-dead gorgeous.

Yeosang lets out a small chuckle, “well I guess now I know I need to avoid Jisung if he’s hungry,”

You agree with the blonde man, whilst lightly laughing.

“Wait, but why are you watching? Aren’t you supposed to be on the pitch?” You ask him, confused, remembering Jisung informing you that Yeosang is a part of one of the school's football teams, along with someone else whose name you can’t remember at the moment. For a moment Yeosang’s chest fills with pride, knowing you know something about him.

“Someone is taking my spot today, I was told to analyse the opposing team to find out their habits and stuff, hence the notepad.”

Looking down, you notice the small notepad with doodles all over the cover, making your heart swell. Yeosang continues to talk,

“Don’t tell my tactics to Minho,” he jokes with a grin on his face, knowing Minho is on the other team.

“I would never betray you like that,” you place your hand over your chest acting offended.

Both cracking up, you speak up again, “don't worry, your secrets are safe with me.”

“Sang!” You hear a voice call from the left, and your eyes lay on another attractive man, “Coach told us to sit with him,” this male also has a notepad in his grip.

You know this guy. He works in a small café not too far from campus, it is down a narrow alleyway, covered by vines and moss. It was a very hidden spot and only locals really knew the place. Only knowing it because you walked past it every day for a year as the alleyway was a shortcut to your housing from the campus. Barely anyone goes there, the regulars being either old women or businesspeople quickly rushing in to get a coffee before work starts. Back at the beginning of the semester, you used to go to the café a lot because of the raspberry muffins, yet they stopped selling them thus forth you stopped going as much. It was also due to the fact you had barely any time to sleep, so you cut it out of your morning schedule to be able to sleep in a little. You think the guy’s name was Wooyoung if you can remember his name tag correctly. You notice he sees you sitting next to Yeosang, with his friend’s hoodie over your shoulders and a smile consumes his entire face.

“Muffin?” he looks confused, yet somewhat glad to see you once again. The nickname extremely takes you aback. “Why did you stop coming to the café?”

As far as you can recall, back when you visited the café, this server was rather distant and limited to saying little to no words whilst waiting. Seeing him like this confuses you severely. Alas, you let out a giggle and both of the boys' grins widen visibly.

“You two better get going, I'm not sure your coach wants to wait any longer.”

Yeosang stands up and straightens out his pants before turning to you,

“Hopefully I’ll see you around.” he smiles warmly. Smiling back at him, you nod. Yeosang starts to leave with Wooyoung before he turns around.

“I better see you at the café tomorrow! Plus, that sweater looks good on you, Muffin.” he winks and Yeosang slaps the back of his head. You can’t help but giggle yet feel flustered.

Yeosang and Wooyoung walk towards the coach’s section, Yeosang slightly more affected than the male next to him. Hopefully he will get his hoodie back, and hopefully it will smell like you. After this interaction, your mind was even more confused. If you remember correctly, Yeosang and Wooyoung have a very big reputation for being some of the rudest and coldest towards people. Yet they were so friendly when you were with them. Is everything all these people are saying about them true or maybe the group of eight is just deeply misunderstood?

Whatever it is, you need to talk to Jisung about this, but you will wait until the game is over.

----

The night of the interaction between Yeosang and Wooyoung, Jisung, Minho and you reside at their apartment, eating chicken and watching a shitty romcom for background noise. The rest of his roommates are out celebrating the start of the football season. You have no idea why it started mid-way through November but okay.

“I said I would come; they were too sweet to say no to!” You exclaim, throwing your head back against the couch, regretting saying yes.

“It was definitely Yeosang and Wooyoung?” Minho questions, not believing any part of my story.

“Yes! Yeosang has the birthmark next to his eye like Ji described and Wooyoung was the guy who works at that one café I used to go to all the time,”

“Well, I never knew Wooyoung worked at a café, that doesn't really match the hardcore scary image they are going for, are you sure you’re not going delusional?” Jisung admits, chuckling.

“What are you going to do?” Minho questions, passing you a drumstick.

You take a big bite, before speaking, “I should just go, if I don't show up, they might murder me as you two say. Which is very unbelievable seeing how fucking cheerful they’ve all been.”

“Well, you’ve only met four, the rest are probably a nightmare,” Jisung says, his mouth full of chicken, Minho humming in agreement next to him.

“You two are supposed to be comforting me.” you groan, throwing your head into your hands.

“Okay, don't worry __, if they have been as nice as you’ve been saying then just show up and if they aren't nice then call Chan and Changbin and I’m sure they will gladly sort them out for you.” Minho laughs.

----

Keeping your promise, you showed up at the café the next day.

Opening the painted door, the bell rings notifying your entrance. Immediately you spot Wooyoung relaxing against the counter, scrolling through his phone, visibly bored. There are only a few people in the café, mostly reading books or typing on laptops. You see a flash of pink hair in the corner, yet you lose focus as quickly as you had it as you continue to walk further in.

“Welcome to Veranda Café,” Wooyoung says unbothered, still staring at his phone as you walk closer to where all the cakes were on display. Much to your dismay, you fail to see a raspberry muffin on display.

“I see you still don’t have any raspberry muffins.” You speak out in front of where Wooyoung is standing, making his head immediately snap up.

“__! I was starting to worry you weren't going to show up.” He exclaims, a contagious smile wide on his face. Immediately putting his phone in his pocket, giving his attention to you. He leans on the counter. Extremely happy you showed up.

“I never break my promises,” you grin at the black-haired man.

“Oh, one moment.” He speaks out excitedly, like a puppy, and turns to where he was sitting. Opening up a small fridge, he brings out the biggest, most beautiful raspberry muffin you have ever seen.

“Yeosang and I made this morning for you.” he gestures over to the corner, and you see the blonde male from yesterday, he is sitting next to someone, yet you can’t see them from where you’re standing. Yeosang shyly waves and you smile and wave back. Heart beating faster and cheeks warming up, you take the muffin happily. Wooyoung smiles brightly at you, feeling prideful at the way your eyes light up from the muffin.

“We stopped making these muffins because the owner didn’t think anyone was buying them, it made me upset because I knew you liked them,” Wooyoung says, making direct eye contact with you, making you weak at the knees. Wondering how he even remembered you, you still feel thankful he thought of you, even if it was a long time ago.

“It’s a shame but I'm sure there are lots of other tasty things here too. Anyways, thank you so much, you guys are the best.” you say, sincerity dripping in your words. Wooyoung just shrugs like he doesn't care, but the big smile on his face and the redness dusting his ears tells a different story.

“How much do I owe you?” you ask, getting out your purse.

Swiftly, Wooyoung grabs your hand halting its actions, “it’s on us, for being so kind, Yeosang and one of our friends really needed those rescue drops.” He lowers his voice, “between us, their anxiety has been really bad recently, and the stuff works wonders. Plus, you were always my favourite customer anyways.” Wooyoung admits, smiling, his cheeks get a deeper colour of red. Your heart warms up once again, which is strange to you. You haven't felt this happiness in a very long time. Maybe things are starting to get better. Happily taking the muffin, you make your way to Yeosang who is reading a book.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” you inquire, repeating his words from yesterday, yet when your eyes meet the figure sitting next to him, they light up as you recognise him.

“I know you!” You exclaim, a little too loudly, causing people around you to glare in your direction. Feeling overwhelmed by the sudden attention, you quickly sit down in a shielded area, away from all the glares.

“You two know each other?” Yeosang asks, intrigued by your sudden remark.

“It is you, right?” you ask just in case you’re mistaking him for another pink-haired male.

The tall male smiles widely, “Yeah, it’s me. I’m Mingi,” he turns to Yeosang, who is visibly confused, “we met briefly in a bar the other day,”

Yeosang lets out an ‘ah’ in realisation, yet you fail to see the jealous look he points at the pink haired man as he turns back to his book. Reaching for a dessert fork placed in the middle of the table, Mingi quickly grabs it and hands it to you. Quietly thanking him, you start to cut your muffin into four pieces. You acknowledge a gaze on you, so you halt your movements and look up, noticing Yeosang and Mingi’s eyes on you. Suddenly feeling awfully small, you start to feel your heartbeat rise and your breath deepen, never really liking people watching you eat, the stares from the two make you anxious. Luckily, they seem to immediately notice your change in behaviour and start apologising.

“I’m sorry, we will look away. We were just wondering whether you were going to like the muffin,” Mingi explains, his voice stumbling over words.

“It’s okay! I’m sorry, I’ve always been kind of awkward when people watch me eat.” you confess, your cheeks heating up. The two males nod trying to remember this information for the future. Instantly, the two men completely look away and focus on their own things, not paying any attention to you. Their antics make you giggle slightly, and you look back down at your muffin. Slowly, you pick up a quarter and place it on Mingi’s empty plate in front of him. You then do the same for Yeosang. They both look up at you with wide eyes.

“This is your favourite, we can't take it,” Yeosang says hurriedly, trying to put the cake back on your plate.

“Stop, stop! I want to. I want to share it with my friends!” You blurt out before you can control your mouth. The wide eyes on both Yeosang and Mingi, make you realise what you said. You have to remember that even though they seem normal they are very clearly part of a group who apparently can kill people with their stare. What the hell are you doing? Of course, they aren’t your friends, you met them both once for less than ten minutes.

“Wait, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that I didn't intend to push your boundaries, we have only met like twice I didn't just assume we are friends!” You start to ramble, scared they will take it the wrong way, trying to fix your words as quickly as possible so you don’t get on their bad sides.

Before you can say anything more, Yeosang cuts you off by taking a bite of the muffin, “it tastes amazing! Thank you,”

“Woo!” Mingi’s voice calls out, ignoring the angry glares of people around him, “come get some cake!” Watching Wooyoung jump over the counter towards the three of you, you smile to yourself, glad you haven't done something that would cause future problems. Yeosang feeds Wooyoung the cake and makes an over-exaggerated reaction, “the flavours are melting on my tongue!” he exclaims in a funny voice, making Yeosang and Mingi cringe but you just laugh at his amusing antics. You can’t help but imagine how the whole group is when they are together.

For the remainder of the hour, you are just conversing with Wooyoung and Mingi, sometimes Yeosang if he wants to add to the conversation, but more focusing on his book, yet looking up intently whenever you speak. You are broken out of your conversation as you hear the bell of the entrance ring, notifying the entrance of new customers. Wooyoung groans and stands up from his chair next to you. It seems to be three girls from our school. You recognise one of them from your calculus class.

Then the next thing that happens confuses you more than any other thing that has happened. As Wooyoung reaches the counter to take their order, his demeanour changes almost immediately, you would've missed it if you had blinked.

Mingi and Yeosang seem to notice your confusion but blatantly ignore it, their smiles quickly disappearing from their faces. The atmosphere turns from warm and friendly to cold and foreign.

“What do you want?” Wooyoung asks bluntly. You furrow your eyebrows, confused out of your mind as to where the sweet friendly Wooyoung disappeared to.

“You know you should be nicer to your customers, it would help with business,” one of the girls speaks out, looking smug as if she has immensely hurt the man’s feelings.

“You should probably focus on your studies rather than going to cafes, sitting with a random document open and pretending to study when we all know you are miserably failing all your classes.” Wooyoung says monotone, whilst scrolling through his phone, not even looking at the three girls who now have shocked and offended looks on their faces. Some curses are thrown before the girls end up storming out of the café without even beginning to look at the menu. As soon as the girls leave, Wooyoung returns to the table nonchalantly, acting as if nothing had happened. Opening your mouth to say something, it gets caught in your throat before you get the words out.

Are you going insane?

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A Damsel In Distress

Georgie Cooper x Fem! Reader Taglist | Request | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Other Actors/Characters Masterlist Requested Anonymously: "Hi, i was wondering if you could do Georgie cooper x reader who has an abusive father or smt and he helps her, tries to get her to move in with him to his family house and after his begging for weeks she finally agrees? Thank you if you do." Summary: When Georgie finds you on his porch bleeding and bruised, he finds the need to avenge you. Warnings: Abuse, Slut Shaming, Angst, Protective! Georgie, Not Proofread Words: 2.4K

Georgie Cooper may not be the smartest man alive, but when it came to the people he loved, he was protective of them. So when you showed up at the Cooper residence all beaten up, you were nervous.

About a year ago, your dad lost his job and ended up spending his days and nights drinking his life away. Since then, he'd found a new job, but the drinking never stopped.

As time went by, drinking led to harmless fits of rage to you and your mother hiding away in a room until your father fell asleep. Trying your best to get away from your father, you joined after-school clubs and helped tutor kids.

That's how you met Georgie.

Georgie was failing almost half of his classes, and if he wanted to stay on the football team, he had to get his F's to at least a C. So, he asked around, and everyone he talked to said that besides Sheldon, you were the one to go to. And he did.

Surprisingly enough, you and Georgie got along. The two of you worked hard, and as his grades got to where he needed them, you still kept in touch. You would have lunch with him and his friends, and sometimes join him at the movies. You two even became each other's wingman, with him giving you advice on boys and you vice versa.

All was good until the day you allowed Georgie to walk you home. Being the gentleman he was, Georgie walked you home every day, but the home he was walking you to was actually a few blocks down from your own. You told him that was your house because you didn't want to risk your father finding out that you were friends with a guy.

But today was different. You and Georgie had just left the movies and you both couldn't stop talking about it on your journey home.

"Did you see that alien?" Georgie laughed.

"Yes, oh my goodness. When it first came onto the screen I was so scared," You said, with a soft laugh.

Georgie looked over at you. Still holding the theater popcorn, he popped a handful into his mouth and began making weird creature sounds, which startled you a bit. You jumped and released a scream.

Georgie laughed harder than before and shook his head. "It's so easy," he said, talking about how easy it was to scare you. You teasingly punched him with a long grin before grabbing some popcorn.

Unknowingly, you and Georgie had passed up the house you had told him was your house and were quickly making your way to your actual home.

When you arrived at your house, your smile was gone as you quickly realized your mistake.

"Oh, dang it!" Georgie said, flinging his arms in the air in disappointment. "We passed your house."

You worriedly looked at the door to your house, ignoring the boy next to you. "You should go," you told Georgie as you noticed the living room curtains abruptly shut.

"What?" Georgie asked, confused.

Georgie looked over at you to see that the playful smile that you once wore was replaced with a sunken frown and a look of fear in your eyes. He followed your line of sight to see your home.

"Y/N, this isn't your home. I'm not leaving you to walk the streets alone at night."

Your lip quivered as you continued to stare at the window. "Georgie, go home," you muttered, but Georgie just shook his head.

"Y/N, what's going on. This-"

"This is my home, Georgie! Now please... leave."

Your fear overwhelmed you as you watched a dark figure walk past the window. Georgie looked back at you confused. He knew you wouldn't move until he left, so even though he didn't want to, he did as he was told and left.

He turned and left, only looking back when he got to the end of the street. He looked back and watched as you entered the dark house. An uneasy feeling washed over Georgie, but he continued home, waiting till tomorrow to ask his questions.

———

Georgie had only been home an hour when he heard the doorbell. He ignored the door and continued reading his magazine. He questioned who would be coming over at 10 o'clock at night. His door was cracked open as he heard his mother answer the door.

"Y/N?" he heard his mother ask, slightly worried, making his head poke up from behind his magazine. Georgie slowly stood from his bed as he wondered why you would be here after he left you at what was actually your home.

Georgie walked into the living room and froze.

You stood at the door with messed up hair, a black eye, and ripped-up clothes. Your eyes met his, and suddenly, he understood why you were so scared, earlier.

"Y/N?" Georgie called out your name as he walked over to you. You were shaking, which Mary had quickly noticed.

"Here... let's get you out of the cold and inside." Mary softly grabbed your arm and moved you into their home before closing the door. She led you to the couch and Georgie followed close behind you.

"George!" Mary called out for her husband.

A few seconds later a slightly annoyed George Cooper exited his room. "What," he said, a bit aggressively, causing Y/N to flinch.

"Oh dear," Mary said after seeing Y/N's reaction. "George, grab the first aid kit. I'm gonna put some soup on."

"Why?" George said, confused, stepping into the living room. His eyes shifted from his wife to the figure on the couch. He moved closer to get a better look at who was on the couch. When he saw it was Y/N, George was in shock. "Y/N? What happened?"

"I would like to know that as well," Georgie said, standing behind his parents with his arms crossed. He kept his gaze strictly on Y/N. Georgie was angry. Not at Y/N, but at whoever did this.

"Yes, I would like to know that as well, but can we at least stitch her up first," Mary said before leaving for the kitchen.

"Oh, right," George agreed, leaving to grab the first aid.

With his parents gone, Georgie took the opportunity to talk to you alone. He slowly stepped forward, joining you on the couch. Georgie opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, you laid your head on his shoulder as you silently cried.

"Who did this to you?" Georgie asked in a soft tone.

On the outside, Georgie was prepared to do whatever to help you feel better, but on the inside, Georgie was angry. He wanted to kill whoever did this to you. You were everything to Georgie. If he could, he'd give you the world.

You closed your eyes and sniffled before answering the boy. "My dad," you whispered. Your cries became louder, making Georgie tense up. Unsure what to do, he placed a loving kiss on your forehead and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

He did this for a few minutes before George came back with the first aid kit and a wet cloth.

"Okay. It took me a second, but I finally found it," George said, kneeling down in front of you. "Mind telling us what happened?" George asked, as he grabbed her arm and started wiping off the blood.

You hesitated. Just thinking about what happened brought you into a spiral. But Georgie quickly calmed you down by calmly running his fingers through your hair, trying to fix what your dad messed up.

"My dad is an alcoholic," you started. "He has been for a year. And it wasn't until recently that he started getting... physical."

"Your dad did this?" George asked. You nodded, and George went back to cleaning you up.

Mary soon came into the room with a bowl of soup. "Here you go, darling?" She placed the bowl on the side table and stood next to her kneeling husband.

"Thank you, Mrs. Cooper," you gave her a small smile, before continuing. "Anyways, I started joining after-school activities to get away from all the chaos. That's how I met Georgie."

"Wait. So this has been going on since before you met Georgie," Mary asked with a frown. You nodded.

"I didn't want Georgie to get hurt. So, when he asked if he could walk me home, I told him a fake address, so my father wouldn't see him. But today, the night got ahead of us and we passed the house we were supposed to stop at."

Georgie was livid. You were so scared of your father that you lied to protect him. No one should have to avoid their own home.

"We stopped in front of my house, and my father saw."

You paused and suddenly, more tears started flooding your eyes. You tried to speak, but your throat felt tight. Georgie rubbed your back and calmly waited. It took you a minute, but you were finally able to talk again.

"I made sure Georgie left before going into the house, where I knew he was waiting for me. My dad can be unpredictable when he drinks and I didn't want him to attack Georgie."

You wiped your eyes as you kept your gaze down toward your lap.

"When I entered he was just sitting there in the dark... Waiting. When he started talking to me, I knew by his soft voice that I would be in trouble, so I did exactly as he said and answered all his questions truthfully."

You paused, taking a deep breath.

"He grabbed me by the throat and called me a "slut". But it didn't stop there..."

"Oh, lord," Mary muttered to herself.

"When he finally let go of me, he punched me so hard that I fell to the ground. Then he climbed on top of me and began to rip up my clothes. He said that if I was going to be a slut, then I needed to look the part. As he tore up my clothes, I could feel his nails ripping into my skin, hence the scratches."

You paused again, sobbing into your hand.

It took everything in Georgie not to go to your house and teach your father a lesson about treating girls, especially daughters, but he kept his composure.

"I tried to scream for help, but no one came. I saw my mom standing in the doorway, but she didn't do anything. She just stood there... watching. When my dad was done, he dragged me out of the house and locked me out. That's when I decided to come here."

"Oh, you poor thing," Mary frowned with a hand over her chest. She moved toward you and pulled you out of Georgie's arms and into hers. She held you tight as you sobbed loudly against her shirt.

"It's really terrible that you had to go through all that. You don't deserve that. No one does," George said, throwing in his two cents.

Georgie stood from his spot on the couch. "I wanna kill him!" Georgie said, making his way to the door, but he was quickly stopped by his father's grip on his arm. "We're not killing anybody," George said, but that didn't stop Georgie from wanting to go over to your house and beat the living daylights out of your father.

"I think it's been a long night for all of us, so we should all get some sleep. I'm gonna grab some blankets. Georgie, you want to help get the couch ready?" Mary asked, giving you a smile.

"Actually, can I sleep with Georgie? I don't feel comfortable being alone."

Mary was unsure if letting you sleep with Georgie was the right move. She looked over at George, who just shrugged, and then back at you. You looked so sad, and Mary just couldn't say no to someone who's been through all that.

She nodded and sent you another sad smile, which you thankfully returned. "Georgie, take Y/N to your room, and i'll be in their soon with some spare pajamas and blankets. I want to talk to your dad about something."

Georgie's eyes widened, "You aren't seriously thinking about sending her back there, are you?"

Mary was taken aback by her son's outburst. "No," she shook her head. "No, I would never say that. Just go help Y/N so your father and I can talk alone."

Georgie let out a huff, not in the mood to go back and forth with his mother. "Come on, Y/N," He beckoned you to follow him, and you did just that without any hesitation.

———

You entered Georgie's room and made a quick B-line to his bed. You carefully removed your shoes and lay down. It was safe to say that after the night you had, you were exhausted.

"I know it's a mess, but I wasn't exactly expecting company," Georgie said from across the room. He picked up some of his clothes from off the floor and threw them into an empty hamper. When he was done, he turned to see you knocked out on his bed.

Someone knocked at Georgie's door, making him flinch before turning to see who it was. Mary stood at the door, still wearing that same smile from earlier as she held onto a folded blanket and nightgown.

"I just came to drop these off," Mary spoke in a slightly hushed tone.

"I think you're a bit late for that," Georgie responded, pointing back at you as you slept soundly in his bed.

Mary nodded. "Okay, then I will just leave these right here," she placed the folded blanket and piece of clothing on the corner of the bed next to the bed.

"Thanks, Mom," Georgie smiled, making Mary's smile grow wider.

"No problem, honey," she said before making her way out of the room.

With his mom gone and you sleep, Georgie quickly got ready for bed and joined you. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

"I swear. Next time someone even thinks about hurting you, I won't hesitate to kill 'em." Georgie knew no one was listening, but he still continued express his feelings toward you.

"I love you," he said to you, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead before turning off the lights and falling asleep.

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 9 months

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Them reacting to reader using their vision in weird ways

Characters: Ayaka / Furina x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none

a/n: When I updated my masterlist yesterday, I noticed that I hadn’t written for Ayaka in a long time, so I decided to use my 3 brain cells and think of something to write for her. Why is Furina here as well? Easy, since I love her and want to dig myself into an even deeper hole for when it inevitably turns out I got her whole personality wrong once Fontaine comes out in a few days.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ayaka

Crossing paths with you while walking around the Kamisato Estate was as common as seeing a bird fly over the horizon. You were everywhere, from filling out paperwork in the garden, running errands for her brother or sneaking off to pet whatever pet you had laid eyes on to rushing past everyone to fetch Thoma before he could waste more of his time trying to fulfill one of Ayato’s impossible assignments. And although you seemed to be in a hurry most of the time, you always made sure to stop and chat with Ayaka whenever she passed you.

Your conversations were brief, but that didn’t mean that the young Kamisato didn’t appreciate them, making sure to keep an eye out for you whenever she could, so when she finally spotted you while talking to another resident of the estate, her eyes immediately began following you, not wanting to lose track of you before she had the opportunity to at least greet you. Something that had to wait until her current conversation was over.

Your face was as red as it could be, not that she held it against you. It was a scorching hot day and Ayaka was lucky enough to have her fan with her whenever she felt it became too unbearable. You however, having both of your hands full with paperwork you were presumably carrying to her brother’s office, weren’t so lucky. But just as she thought about offering you her fan, you carefully put your chin on top of the papers, pressing them between it and your right hand before quickly grabbing your anemo vision with the other and creating a wind as an impromptu fan.

“Miss Kamisato?”, her conversation partner called out her name in a worried manner, probably noticing her space out when she failed to answer a question, causing Ayaka to snap back to reality as a small blush formed on her cheeks, quickly apologizing. Luckily, the other person didn’t seem to care too much, asking the question again.

“So, about your order…” However, their voice quickly faded into the background as her attention once again shifted towards you, your previous stunt seemingly having caused a few papers to fall to the ground, leading to you silently staring at them, probably thinking about what to do next.

Instead of bending down and picking them up however, you once again used your vision to create a breeze that caused them to fly just high enough for you to catch them without having to move an extra muscle, smiling to yourself as you put them back on top of the other papers before your gaze met hers.

Before Ayaka knew it, you were waving and smiling at her, your vision still in hand , and before she managed to stop herself, she was waving back, only to be dragged back to the present once again when she saw her conversation partners confused look, causing her face to grow even redder than last time, especially when she heard a snicker escape your mouth.

Furina

Furina had hoped for a million different things to spice these mind bogglingly boring days up, a sudden mysterious criminal causing chaos while evading police and setting off an intriguing investigation, a comet filled with alien lifeforms crashing into the surrounding area, a judge pronouncing a word embarrassingly wrong… ANYTHING.

So when she noticed a person throwing their pyro vision into a pot of water to heat it, she couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, continuing to watch them with rising interest as it became increasingly clear the water had gotten too hot for the vision to be fished out, her smile only growing larger with each bubble that rose to the water's surface.

“You need something or are you just here to watch and smile?”, you eventually asked as you turned your head towards her, your face portraying a miffed expression, one bringing her even more amusement. Meeting a stand owner that was accidentally more entertaining than most shows she visited in the last couple of weeks wasn’t exactly on her bingo sheet for that day, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

“No, I’m just watching”, she stated, not even attempting to hide her amusement. Only for you to look back down at the pot with an increasingly worried expression.

“You got a cryo vision or something that I could throw in to cool it?”

Your question earned you nothing but a deadpan expression, only for the silence between the two of you to suddenly cause it to shatter within an instance, Furina breaking out in laughter as it became increasingly clear that you were being serious, eventually ending up in her having to wipe away her tears, stopping her laugh several times to look at you with a face nearly begging you to say you were joking before continuing even more uncontrollably.

“If you intend on continuing to laugh instead of helping, then please go away”, you eventually stated, your face withholding any emotions as you stared at her, only for her to finally calm down enough to speak.

“Just pour out the water”, she managed to say between her laughs, causing you to shake your head.

“Great, and where do I quickly get new water from then?”, you asked sarcastically.

“Hello? You’re talking to the Hydro Archon here, water should be the least of your concerns”, she wheezed. Only to immediately stop when she heard a laugh coming from you, her expression darkening as it was your turn to laugh at her.

“Yeah right, good one. Let me help you find your parents, I’m sure they must start to get worried about you”, you laughed and laughed until you buckled over holding your stomach, not able to stop for even a second.

It took Furina all of her willpower not to take the boiling pot and pour it over you, the only thing stopping her being the knowledge that doing so would rob her of one of the few entertaining people in her country.

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jamaisjoons · 2 years

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happy hentaiween | m.

Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, and October is the season of fear. The dark season. The season of desire.

In October, we toy with the semantics of the monster waiting under our bed to claim us. What does it want with us? Will it be delicious? Will we be delicious in the back of its mouth. In October, we consider the curiosity of the alien, and his probing, searching eyes. When he takes us, will will bind ourselves to him, giving life, and liver and womb without question or hesitation? In October, sympathy for the devil and his demons comes easily and as sweetly as a candy apple to the tongue. Does sin have any room to germinate where there is no light? October makes room for spellbinding, for magic, for complete surrender to the monster living deep within the forest. How easily we will spread ourselves, give over to the limits of our bodies just to ache and hunger with wildfire in our blood.

Welcome to A Hentai Halloween! A collaborative event between a set of truly wonderful authors in celebration of all weebs, monster fuckers, and tentacle lovers hosted by yours truly!

notice: all fics contain smut. minors dni.

⟶ AO3 Masterlist

⁂ binding vow

⤑ pairing: king of curses!namjoon x jujutsu sorcerer!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: dark fantasy. reincarnation. jujutsu kaisen au.

❝ During the Heian Era, long before he was known as the King of Curses, you were Namjoon's lover, only to be parted by death at the hands of a Curse. Now, it's the modern era, and you, a Jujutsu Sorcerer, have been captured by Curses in an offering to the very King you had once loved. ❞

⏤ Category: Hentai ; As Animated by @jamaisjoons

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ tormented

⤑ pairing: researcher!seokjin x monstress!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: supernatural. native folklore. e2l.

❝ Seokjin has a terrifying memory from his younger days that has easily shaped him into the man he’s become, and fuelled his desire for all accomplishments thus far. Watching your mother be eaten alive by a monster tends to have a lasting, psychological effect like that. Now a full-time Folklorist, with a PhD in Mythology, Masters in Cultural Anthropology, and a time consuming side-hobby as a Supernatural Investigator, his research has led him into the wilderness surrounding the Black Water Lakes, where he’s determined this monster resides in its hidden habitat. Determined to reveal new discoveries to the world, to prove his insanity is anything but, Jin finds himself hot on the trail of something that haunts his inner child, and yet ignites an unusual fire deep inside him. ❞

⏤ Category: Monster Girls ; As Animated by @kookdiaries

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ can’t deny your appetite

⤑ pairing: dream whisperer!yoongi x dream walker!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: supernatural. e2l. sleep paralysis demon.

❝ In the entirety of your existence as a Dream Walker, traveling through people's dreams and feeding on their subconscious fears, you had only heard tales about the Dream Whisperer – a creature that granted humans erotic dreams, taking them away from the fear that you survived on – and had never actually encountered him. But tonight, when the said monster physically appears between you and your food, you might end up feeding on more than you were prepared for. ❞

⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @jimilter

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ brood mare

⤑ pairing: alien!hoseok x human!Reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: sci fi. alien abduction. alien experimentation.

❝ The ship arrived three days after your birthday, an eerie blot in the sky that grew larger and larger until it sought to outshine the sun. It is the lack of change beyond this that had you, and everyone else around the globe, unsettled but after months of its looming presence you are starting to feel curious about it. You are even comforted by it. Still, there is no change. Except, sometimes in the morning you feel as though you have lost something. And, sometimes in the evening, you feel as though you are waiting for something. And, most times, you are certain there is something standing in the shadows, watching and waiting and departing the moment you try to focus on it. Perhaps there is change: a change in you. A change in the way you want it. And a change in the way you want it to want you back. ❞

⏤ Category: Aliens ; As Animated by @yeoldontknow

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ beware the jabbercock

⤑ pairing: jabberwocky shifter!jimin x ace of hearts!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: shifters. royalty. alice in wonderland au.

❝ As the Ace of Hearts, you are next in line for the throne after your cousin the Queen of Hearts. Her consort Jack however wants you out of the picture and banishes you to the Wonderland wilderness where the terrifying Jabberwocky lives, a horrifying creature responsible for a slew of card deck townspeople deaths.

Within the mysterious depths of the Wonderland forest you find the Jabberwocky, and as you fall under his spell you realise how he was so easily able to capture and defeat so many of your people. ❞

⏤ Category: Hybrids/Shifters ; As Animated by @opaljm

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ lurking in the dark

⤑ pairing: bogeyman!taehyung x curvy!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: monsters. s2l. pwp.

❝ Don’t look! It’s best to stay tucked under your covers. Folktales warn against acknowledging him. It only strengthens his power. Yet, he is all you want to think about. ❞

⏤ Category: Monster ; As Animated by @inkedtae

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ fresh out of hell

⤑ pairing: demon monster!jungkook x med student!reader ⤑ genre: angst ∴ smut ⤑ tropes: forbidden love. horror. death race au.

❝ Jungkook was sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit. When the opportunity to earn his freedom again presented itself, he went for it. However, just like the victory, his life was snatched by the vile humans that put him in that awful place to begin with.

After rising from the grave, Jungkook has one mission. Take what’s rightfully his along with what his worst enemy loves the most. Although, the latter might be easier to grab than the former. ❞

⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @sugakookitty

➵ Coming Soon

The shadows grow long in October, a bottomless black that swallows everything it touches. Trepidation comes easily, lurks behind every corner, watching and waiting, a feeling you cannot shake. And lust has never been shaken from the binds of our bones, it lurks, it watches it waits. What was once a friendly, well-lit street becomes an endless expanse of bleak possibility. What was once a friendly fable becomes a warning, a promise, an ode to regret and an ode to an unexpected metamorphosis. Desire transmutes the street corner your old neighbour once occupied, full now with difference, with longing, with a yearning close to obsession the moment a charming, new face stands at its threshold. The air tastes different in October, ripe with unexplained cravings.

We were taught never to speak about the dark desires that remain unsatisfied when the sun is out. But in October, when the moon is high, and the darkness is alive, we've decided to tell you everything we've ever wanted.

And none of us will be the same when we are done.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 [Part 1/Intro]

In which Jungkook has never fallen in love before- not until you came along, at least.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Munchkin Cat!Reader, Siberian Tiger!Jungkook, DDLG aspects but they're very mild in this chapter, Daddy!Jungkook, height difference, strangers to lovers, mild Angst, Fluff!, quiet!Reader, Model!Kook, mentions of death & grieving (but only brief), romance, manhandling, strength kink (implied), biting, hybrid behavior (scenting, marking, grooming and other)

Legth: Long ~7K words

Additional Content: None (yet)

A/N: Dinner is served, but split into multiple courses cause tumblr app can't handle this buffet.

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"And this is where most level 4 hybrids usually reside, plus a few of the more social level 5's." The CEO explains, walking into the large hall together with Jungkook and his management.

He's a little upset at some of the things he's seen until now - so many of his own kind kept in a place like this simply because they're alienated by society. "Older hybrids above the age of twenty-one statistically stay permanently in housing, so once they reach that age, they don't have to wear any identification within the facility here." The man explains further, motioning towards some hybrids who sit at a table without any collars on, some eating, others talking.

"Would it be possible to involve some of them into the campaign?" Jungkook's manager asks, while he himself takes a look around, hands in his pockets. It's not often that his hybrid senses notice anything at all- having become more or less 'dull' from lack of use, really, since he's mostly surrounded by humans in his daily life. He's not around hybrids often, so today, it's quite overwhelming.

In an exciting way though, weirdly enough.

Jungkook and his management had been thinking and planning such a campaign to raise awareness and money for hybrid care for a while now. As a hybrid himself, he's pretty vocal about his opinions on certain topics- though, of course, he can't always say what he wants to in order to stay 'brand safe' down the line.

"I wouldn't recommend it, honestly. You know, most of these-" The man motions towards the table where Jungkook can spot a very short-looking cat hybrid, sitting by herself alone with her head on the table, legs swinging around as they fail to reach the floor from the height of the bench. "-Are, like I said, either 4 or 5 on the scale, so they probably won't understand what you want them to do." He chuckles.

"What about her?" Jungkook asks, nodding towards where you sit at the table, wearing a simple cotton dress, socks and no shoes, fluffy hybrid tail hanging almost entirely unmoving down to the floor.

It's unnerving to him. As if you're lifeless.

"Very good eye. I've seen her earlier- I think she could make for a very good contrast compared to you." The manager agrees- though the CEO clearly seems not on board with idea.

"I mean, she's got a pretty face, but that's really about it." He, in Jungkook's opinion, rudely comments, making him harden his gaze at the man. "Listen, when you run a place like this, you've got to stay realistic. She's got a lot of health and social issues and doesn't really respond well at all in general, so I'd suggest we look more into the other hybrids." He offers-

But Jungkook is an untamed tiger that rarely ever listens, so it's not surprising that he just decides to walk over to you to find out for himself what this is all about. Mainly because somehow, something feels off about this whole situation- and also, because there's an odd pull he feels towards you, like he's met you before but can't remember.

When he sits down next to you, with some distance of course, you sit up- looking at him for a moment, as if you're going through the same thought-process he had just moments prior. "Hey." He greets, waving his hand a little, unsure for a moment-

Until you smile, waving back, tail starting to move now. So much for 'she doesn't respond', he thinks to himself.

"You seem pretty bored." He asks you, getting into a more relaxed position next to you, his own tail curling over his lap- something you notice with interest, it seems like. "Is there nothing to do here today?" He asks, resting his head on his hand as his elbow is perched up on the table.

You shake your head. "Never." You answer him, and he pouts in sympathy. "I want to- hm.." You seem to think hard about how to voice out your thoughts. You stutter a lot, no matter how much you concentrate- and since the careworkers here get frustrated with your speech easily, you've taught yourself to talk more shortened to avoid stuttering. "Back home. I.. go to- no.." You seem frustrated now, and Jungkook chuckles- something you might mistake for something it's not, he realizes. "Sorry. I don't talk well." You offer, but he shakes his head.

"No no, you're completely fine, take your time." He nods, and you nod as well.

"Back home." You start again, and he nods, making sure you know he's following. "I took, speaking class..es. Classes." You explain, and Jungkook hums a reply, understanding what you're talking about. "But now.. not anymore. He says- I don't need. Them. Don't need them." You explain, your own hybrid tail now curling around you as well so you can hold onto it, a clear sign of self-soothing. "Because I stay."

"I'm sure someone like you has no issues finding someone to live with." Jungkook offers, and you seem to not take it seriously. "No, really. I know a couple of people who'd love to offer a place for an older hybrid." He shrugs.

"No. I stay." You tell him, almost with a disappointed undertone- a bell suddenly ringing, making you stand up and grab your empty cup from the table. "Uhm, thanks." You say as a form of goodbye, bowing politely to him- before you follow the other hybrids into a different area it seems, leaving him alone at the table until his manager finds him later.

Now he's definitely sure something's not right here.

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The next day when he arrives, still a little sleepy, he doesn't spot you until he almost throws his stuff on top of you by accident. You're asleep in a corner, and a careworker immediately picks up on it. "I'm so sorry- she sometimes sleepwalks!" The lady apologizes, and before Jungkook can even say anything, she's already calling your name, shaking you awake. You don't even seem to realize what's really going on as the worker pulls you away- leaving Jungkook by himself, only trace of you left being a small flower shaped pillow he stares at for a moment. Your scent still clings heavy onto it- though there's a slightly burned bitter hint to it, a hint of something sad.

In a way, he doesn't know if he believes sleepwalking to be the actual reason here. His friend, Namjoon, owns a hybrid as well after all- and Jimin does this too, sometimes, because he doesn't like to sleep alone.

And later, when he's in makeup and the hybrids in the main hall close by are all eating breakfast, he's aware that the facility must be putting more effort into things than usual with him and his entire team present- because he's not stupid. A lot of the hybrids seem confused about certain things, while others flat out appear nervous and uncomfortable by the unfamiliar energy today, bad at hiding their behavior due to their lack of social understanding. Meanwhile you're almost falling asleep at the table, clearly not awake at all yet.

Or maybe you just didn't sleep well?

There's definitely something about you he can't explain. It's like there's a voice inside his head that's not his own that keeps feeding him ideas of what he could do. Maybe he could share his own food during his break with you? He also needs to make sure you get your pillow back at some point. Or he could take it home to have something of you with him-

"You've got an eye on the munchkin?" His makeup artist giggles as she does his hair. "Weird that she's here, isn't it? She doesn't seem like one that's hard to find a suiting home for." She mumbles, and Jungkook agrees with a hum. "One of the workers here told me the CEO denies all potential adoptions though." She shrugs.

"Why would he do that?" Jungkook asks, a little wary of the answer he might receive. After all, he's heard many horror stories of what goes on behind closed doors in some hybrid shelters.

"I mean, it's a rumor but-" She sighs. "-So her old owner was a retired hybrid specialist, right? He died of old age about two or three years ago, according to an employee I spoke with earlier." She explains, switching to a different comb to fix his hair into place. "But that's where it gets weird. Her old owner, right? Well he like, created a trust fund for her in case something was to happen to him, so she would be taken care of financially." She explains further what she's heard. "But, when she was given into the care of this center, apparently, the CEO took advantage of her grieving, and is now using the money for himself."

"Explains why he would want to keep her here." Jungkook mumbles more or less to himself. "Because as long as she's here.."

"He can justify using the money to cover her expenses." She finishes for him.

"That's fucked up." Jungkook says. "Is there any proof of it?" He wonders, and she shrugs.

"Well the worker said she herself is pretty vocal about it. She knows what's going on- but no one believes her, because the CEO has her under file as a category 5 even though she's not." She tells him. "I mean, it's smart. Legally speaking, nothing she says would ever be taken into consideration because of that. I remember, my aunt has a 5 who witnessed someone getting assaulted near a grocery store when they went to Busan last year. But nothing he was saying could be taken as evidence basically because the legal system is so oddly structured." She sighs.

"It's a mess, isn't it." The model talks to himself mostly, phone in his hand as he spins it around. "I tend to forget how screwed up the system really is." He says.

"Well, a lot of people tend to forget you're part hybrid as well." She giggles, finishing up. It's true- while he's got his tail and his ears, he's become a pro at acting human- ignoring his own instincts in daily life to instead cater to the broader audience of the human world rather than appealing to his own kind. "Maybe this is all a good idea. An opportunity." She offers.

"Opportunity for what?" He wonders, and she shrugs.

"Who knows."

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The more he observes and interacts with you, the less it makes sense to him how you could ever pass as a category 5 hybrid.

Sure, you've got some trouble articulating yourself, but you're also clearly aware of everything going on around you, you're very emotionally intelligent, you understand social concepts perfectly fine, and you're also pretty independent. You don't need much help with things others of your alleged category clearly struggle with.

He'd spotted you helping many of the other hybrids to button up their coats or tie their shoes (though he has to admit, your tying seemed like it was a pretty challenging task to you) or even collect the dishes and balance them perfectly fine to offer some aid to the kitchen staff at lunch. He knows what category 5 have problems with, they typically struggle with tasks like that. He's lived with one growing up, after all; the younger boy next door always coming over during the holidays because his parents were friends with his owners.

But you? No, you don't share much of those characteristics typical.

Maybe there really is some truth to those rumors going around.

"What're they doing?" He asks a janitor, who looks surprised to be acknowledged, before he watches all the hybrids as well as they all get dressed into outdoor-clothes.

"Oh, Every week they get outdoor activities, you know, to keep them healthy!" The elderly man nods. "Keeps the immune system up and running." He laughs, and Jungkook nods, agreeing. "You look like you want to go with them? If you ask Penny over there, she might let you tag along." He offers, and Jungkook decides, on the spot-

yeah, he wants to tag along.

So he finds his manager, tells him his plan- and leaves, before he can argue too much- though the man doesn't even attempt to do so, seemingly happy that Jungkook is growing friendly with you.

"Oh, careful." Jungkook says, holding the door for you as it almost closes behind another hybrid who'd forgotten to hold it himself. You look up at him, nodding, before you walk outside with him right behind you. "The janitor said you go outside every week." He attempts conversation, and you nod, in typical fashion, looking at the other hybrids in front of you holding hands as they walk behind each other in pairs.

All but you.

"You can hold mine, if you want." Jungkook tells you, and he can't help but grin a bit adoringly at the way you almost instantly take the offer, hand grabbing his as you hold onto it with confidence- your steps becoming a bit more bouncy as if boosted by his presence. It makes his own tail sway rhythmically with every step as well, especially when you all stop at a red light and he swears he can hear you purr under your breath, ears moving around to catch every noise it seems. "You're cute." He comments, and you look up at him with a smile.

"Thank you." You tell him, before you both follow the group of hybrids and the workers to a large field, most hybrids already running to get balls and other items to play with. "Do you.. sport?" You ask. "Like?"

"I do. I like sports a lot, actually." He nods, and you nod as well, watching the other hybrids. "You?" He wonders, and you huff a bit in disappointment, though you nod.

"Makes me.." Your hand goes to your upper chest, before pointing at it. "Cough." You try and explain and he hums in understanding.

"Asthma?" He asks, wondering if you know what he's talking about- and much to his surprise, you nod.

"I need, plastic..thing." You explain, hands gesturing as if to map out the inhaler as you're unable to recall the word in the moment. But the way he keeps reassuring you, keeps treating you so normally, makes you confident in communicating with him. "But- he says, no." You shake your head.

"The CEO?" He wonders, and you nod, sitting down on the grass, leading him to do so as well, though he gently points to his lap for you to sit on. "So your dress doesn't get dirty." He explains, and you nod, happily taking your seat on his thighs. The purr he feels against his chest fuels his ego like nothing ever before, his tail wrapping around him and you to lay in your lap. "I heard he's.. doing some shady stuff."

"He takes.. money." You shrug. "But, hm." You just hum, shrugging your shoulders in defeat.

"What if you got an evaluation done?" He wonders, watching the other hybrids play with you. "To gain proof that you're not a category 5? That way you could go against him, no?" He asks, but you shake your head.

"Can't." You answer him. "Only owner."

"Shit.." He mumbles to himself, remembering as well. Only an owner can actually file in to get an evaluation done- and those things are expensive, not funded by the government at all. Without an owner, you're caught in the trap- and while caught in the trap, you can't get an owner. It's like the snake that's biting it's own tail; doomed.

And right now, he's got no clue how to help you.

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"But, let's say, technically speaking.." Jungkook starts to speak between bites of food, looking at Namjoon in front of him. "I'm barely a category 2, right? So, legally, I could own a hybrid." He asks, and Namjoon seems to think about it. Jungkook could in fact be counted as a simple category one if it wasn't for his ears and tail- but that might just be because these days, he's learned to ignore his instincts rather than embrace them.

"I mean, yeah, legally speaking, you can." He offers, nodding. "But like, why would you? You never had any interest in that." He asks confused, even a bit suspicious. Jungkook has been used for his kindness before, so the older friend tends to become wary of odd things asked.

"I think.. no, I found my mate. At the Seoul care center, where we're shooting the whole campaign right now." He offers, opening his can of beer. "And I want to get her out of there. There's some shady shit going on, and I don't want her to be caught in the crossfire before I pop that bubble."

"Jungkook, that doesn't sound like a good idea at all. Pop a bubble?" Namjoon worries instantly, putting his chopsticks down. "That's seoul central care we're talking about. Their legal team is crazy good." He argues, well aware of these things.

"I know." Jungkook nods. "But the evidence is better. Listen -" He shakes his head. "I won't personally be the one to do it. But some of the staff.. they've been talking. And for good reason." The tiger hybrid explains. "Someone is gonna blow that shit up soon, and I need to get her out before that happens. Considering what that guy has been doing already, I'm pretty sure he would, I don't know, send her overseas or some shit to avoid losing access to her money." He tells his friend.

"You know I can't tell you what to do, Jungkook." Namjoon offers, pushing his leftover food towards a sleepy Jimin, who silently starts to eat next to his owner. "But.. if things go south, I'll try and help best I can." he promises, making Jungkook nod in appreciation.

"Thanks."

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It's safe to say that Jungkook is more than just friendly with you now.

He knows it pisses off the man that tries to present himself as a saint with realistic opinions on the modern way hybrids are handled- and in a way, it satisfies Jungkook deep in his soul.

You're also a lot more vibrant it seems like, visibly perking up the minute he arrives at the center every morning to shoot his photos and small videos. It's adorable to see, really; especially today, when he offers you a new pair of boots, way better suited for you than the old worn down one's you kept wearing every time you went outside. They're of soft materials, pale pastel colors, fluffy accents on the sides, and your eyes widen in wonder at the sight of them. "I hope they fit. I bought those because they have laces- so you can adjust them if the size isn't perfect." He explains to you, and you nod slowly, holding onto them like they're some form of golden treasure.

You also continue to watch him during his shoot, clearly just as interested in him as he is in you at this point.

Staff has noticed, workers have noticed, his manager has noticed, and granted, everyone's pretty happy about it. You're seemingly a very nice fit, a good balance to the otherwise rather wild and untamed tiger hybrid known to sometimes act out of line. He's clumsy with his words at times, his actions often leading to consequences he's not thought of, though he never does anything will ill intend.

Right now, he's got you back on his lap, sharing a round cream filled donut with you, your tail going wild behind you as you enjoy the sugary treat. "Say, I've got a question.." He wonders, your ears turning on your head towards him, a clear sign that you're paying attention to him. "Would you like to.. you know, maybe live together with me?" He asks, and at that, you freeze, before you turn around towards him. "I mean it. I know, you think that might not be possible- but I want to try, at least, to make it possible." He explains.

"Busy." You tell him, before you watch his manager talk to some caretakers a little further away. "It's.. hm. Don't have to." You shrug, trying to grab the last bite he's holding in his hand, just for him to hold it out of reach.

"That's not an answer though." He teases. "You can also just.. I don't know- live with me as like, a foster situation maybe? Just to see if it would work." He offers, while you whine, reaching out for his food he'd been sharing with you until now, one of his arms holding you back securely while the other holds the last piece too far away. "Answer first, kitty." He hums close to your ear, making you freeze for a second as your tail swipes from side to side in excitement. He's so close now, and if he wanted to, a kiss would just be a tiny move now.

But he behaves himself. All in due time.

"Ok." You nod, because why not? He's nice, he's your mate after all, and you like him.

What could go wrong?

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He's still irritated. You don't deserve any of this.

He hopes he might be able to get the paperwork signed- and you out of this place as soon as he can. There's technically nothing speaking against it after all; he's a level 2 at the end of the day, his hybrid side a lot less dominant than in someone like you. And while it's made him feel like an outcast for a long time, feeling like he doesn't belong neither here nor there- looking at you now, his feelings have changed.

He feels glad, for the first time, that he's the way he is.

"If she's getting too much you can just tell her to go play or something." One of the workers tells him as she'd spotted him with you still somewhat laying on his thigh, his hand comfortably resting on your shoulder while you play with his rings on his other hand. "She tends to get clingy with anybody who pays attention to her." She snickers, but he shakes his head.

"No, it's really fine." He denies her, well aware that she's been eyeing him ever since he'd gotten here the first day, and he can't hold back on his next words. "I actually think she's cute." He smiles down at you, and your cat-ears twitch at that before you look up at him, making him laugh.

"I mean.. I guess? Maybe it's a hybrid thing that you like her." She shrugs, crossing her arms. "But she's gotta move soon, your manager told me they wanna take some more shots." She says with more bite to her tone now- and in a way, it satisfies Jungkook.

He lets you rest on him for a little longer- until he pulls out something from his bag, brown paperbag containing a baked treat you know all too well.

He brings it every time, ever since you've told him you like it, after all.

"Nuh-ah." He chuckles when you instantly sit up and reach for it, turning his body a little towards you on the bench before he holds out the donut, testing the waters. And for his own amusement.

And much to his said amusement, you do exactly what he hoped you would.

Without thinking much it seems like, you lean forward to take a bite out of the sweet treat while he's still holding it- and he can't help but smile at the scene. You're so unaware of your own appeal, completely oblivious to how charming you are, and in a way, it makes him upset. You really are just a soft soul being used and nothing else- and he just feels like he's got to offer his protection.

Because you deserve it- and because he wants to be that protector.

Mostly because the connection you both have to one another is undeniable. Mates are an odd thing; but they're a real thing at the end of the day, and it's clear now that he's found his own in you.

You seem to have a moment of realization after the second bite, ears turning before your head follows as a worker says something Jungkook himself doesn't quite catch- but he knows he doesn't like it. "Hey- I'm over here." He tells you, and you look at him with a more shy expression now, almost embarrassed- letting go of his wrist as you sit back down on the bench, visibly uncomfortable. "Dont listen to them. I'm more interesting, am I not?" He teases to get your attention back, reaching out to wipe a crumb from the corner of your lips, making you smile a bit shyly to yourself.

You're so easy to catch.

"Why.." you start, seemingly thinking about your words. You do that a lot, he noticed- you either don't talk at all, or very quietly, and in a way, he's not sure if that's been something they pushed onto you in the carecenter here, or if you've always been this way. He wants to find out, that's for sure. "Why do you.. like me?" You ask, visibly unsatisfied with how you formulated that sentence. It's another proof of your difference in hybrid level compared to Jungkook.

But no matter, he will learn to understand you, until he no longer needs you to speak at all.

Jungkook simply shrugs at your question. "Maybe a mate thing. Maybe just because I like you." He answers. "I don't need to have a reason for it, though. You're a very sweet person, very likable." He tells you before he breaks off another piece of the donut, holding it out. "Now come on. Be a good girl and finish up, alright?" He teasingly tells you as he eats the other leftover piece himself, just to pull yours away from you when you reach out for it with your hand. "Nop." He chuckles, making you glare at him, tail swiping behind you from side to side, and he can't help but laugh at the scene, head thrown back.

Adorable.

Until he feels your lips brush against the tips of his fingers as you snatch the last piece of your treat from him, his gaze immediately back on you as you watch his reaction with a more challenging expression, and he can't help but be intrigued.

"I feel like it'll be a good idea. Jungkook!" His manager smiles, walking up to you both. "You've got her there already, perfect. We'd like to include her in the next few shots tomorrow, see how she does." He tells him, and Jungkook looks at you who seems visibly uncertain.

"You okay with that?" Jungkook asks, and you look at the camera set up close by with an almost fearful expression. "Dont worry. They'll tell you what to do, and I'll help as well. Or is it something else?" He asks, making you move to sit on the bench more properly, feet almost touching the floor, but not quite. He realizes what might be the problem when a staff member accidentally let's a brush fall to the floor, your ears instantly flattening for a short second from the harsh sound. "Ah- does the camera sound scare you?" And you nod at that, making his manager laugh a bit.

"Oh no, don't be scared! It's totally normal. Maybe Jungkook can show you how it works?" He says, before looking over at the careworker close to him. "My son has a hybrid too- he used to hate the sound of the microwave too until my son explained to him how it functioned." He chuckles. Jungkook remembers that. Namjoon and Jimin are an odd couple, but weirdly, they also fit perfectly.

"I don't think she'll understand that, but you can try." The careworker shrugs disinterested, clearly upset at Jungkooks lack of interest in her.

"Come on, let's have a look then." Jungkook simply tells you with no thought wasted on the woman, as he walks to the big cameras with you, Taehyung already looking your way. "Hey, can you maybe explain to her why the camera makes that noise?" Jungkook asks his friend, who nods at you.

"Its pretty loud, isn't it?" He tells you, and you nod- standing on the tips of your toes to try and see through the lens, but to no use. "You're so short!" Taehyung chuckles, and Jungkook can't help but be amused too.

"Hm, here, you can step on that." He offers, sliding an upside-down thick plastic bucket close to you to stand on; his hands instinctively on your body yo steady you as you step onto the container.

"Alright, so.." Taehyung starts to explain the camera to you, and Jungkook can't help but be thankful that his friend is clearly aware of the fact that you're not a stupid child- the photographer never oversimplifying anything, simply telling you the general mechanics to make sure you understand what's happening, that nothing is breaking or could cause any harm. And then the camera makes its distinctive sound.

Your ears still flatten for a split second, but your body makes no sign of being scared or surprised any longer. It worked.

"I can't turn it off, sadly. It's a mechanical sound, so there's no way around it." Taehyung shrugs towards his friend, and Jungkook simply nods.

"It'll be fine." Jungkook says, helping you down from the bucket as the manager says his goodbyes to the first staff. It reminds Jungkook of something in that moment he almost forgot. "Alright, go get your stuff now. I'll go change and then we can go, alright?" He asks, and you seem confused- until you seem to realize.

You're going home with him today. And tomorrow. And the day after, too.

Jungkook can't help but laugh when you dash off into the hallway to get your things, as he himself goes to change himself. He really hopes you'll like it at his place, hopefully enough to decide to stay- and if you do, all he needs are your papers signed and approved. He hates the way the system works, but he also understands it somewhat.

Even though it's clear that not everything goes exactly as it's meant to be.

But once you're with him, once he's got you safe, there will be no more of this. He'll make sure the world gets to know what's going on behind closed doors, having already discussed the plans with his management after all- and he can't deny his anticipation.

He can't wait to see that man lose all he's never even deserved to have in the first place.

But before he can even think any further about those things happening, you're pulling on the hem of his sweater to gain his attention, already dressed in scarf and coat and those fluffy boots he'd bought you yesterday- a lot better quality than those worn down things they'd given you. You deserve to be spoiled in his opinion, not tossed aside like you've been for God knows how many years- and he'll make sure that'll happen.

"Come on." He smiles at you, taking your bag for you as he walks outside the building to his car, opening the door. "We can sleep early or have some food delivered- what would you like?" He asks, getting into the car after you, the driver closing the door after him as he's finally seated next to you, seat belts clicking into place for the both of you.

You shrug as an answer, and he laughs, watching as you yawn, the tiger teasingly pointing his finger into your mouth- but he doesn't expect you to close it so quickly. While you don't bite down on it (at least not hard enough to ever really hurt), he still can't help but be affected by it. Especially when he pushes down on your lower lip, your tongue jokingly licking the tip of his finger, making him smirk at you.

Behind your innocent facade does slumber a tiny little tiger too, in a way, it seems like.

And he honestly doesn't know if he can handle having you around him like this for much longer, while not doing anything about it at all. He's already almost kissed you yesterday, and by now he knows you feel just as attracted to him as he does to you.

You're mates after all. Similar age. Technically in the same hybrid group. Nothing speaks against it.

And yet he's got to be careful. He doesn't want to end up breaking your heart if things don't go as expected- he'd hate leaving you devastated. And yet still he feels as if he'd die soon if he doesn't at least get to feel your lips on his- there's nothing wrong with at least a kiss, right? Maybe just a little further than that- his couch his comfortable after all, and he for sure won't be able to withstand the temptation of at least holding you close with you staying with him tonight. "Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? I can take the couch, no problems." He asks you to distract himself, ground himself again and get his mind off of things-

But then you visibly pout, ears drooping down a little as you look at him almost disappointed.

"Not.. with you?" You mumble, and his gaze focuses on you again, pupils dilated as he swallows thickly.

"I mean, I won't say no." He tells you, eyes never leaving yours. "But I probably should." He says, making you tilt your head in question. Though in your eyes, in the way they sparkle mischievously, he knows you're very much aware of the implications.

"You won't." You simply smile next to him, legs stretching and tail swaying from side to side, and all he can think of is brat. There's no trace of the shy little cat left it seems like right now, as you look at him all confident and almost challenging.

And yet, he can't disagree.

He won't say no.

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He can't describe the feeling of watching you roll around on his couch, freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes.

You did an almost complete flip around from your usual behavior at the carecenter, right now completely relaxed, happily purring as you nuzzle the fabric of a pillow on his couch to cover it with your scent. You're so at ease, obviously feeling safe in his home, and it makes him incredibly proud, because that's exactly what he wants to provide to you.

A safe space.

"Happy?" He asks you with a chuckle, watching as you roll over, nodding at him while laying on your back.

"We'll stay home tomorrow, you know, to spend some time together." He informs you, sitting down close to your head. His hand is pushing into the couch next to your face, and you look at it for a second, seemingly very interested in the black bracelet he's wearing- before you grab his wrist, and bite into his arm.

It surprises him more than anything, thinking he might've come off too strong- but it doesn't hurt, and you're looking at him as if you're actually expecting a reaction from him. You're not trying to hurt him. You're not angry or upset in the slightest.

It's a love-bite.

"You are the most adorable thing-" He chuckles, grabbing onto your wrists to pull you over his lap and sit you up, "-I've ever met, you know that?" He flirts, looking at you, your tail swishing from side to side behind you in excitement, before your ears turn to the sides, flat outwards, as you wiggle out of his grasp, running down the hallway into your room.

He's laughing, entirely amused by your sudden zoomies, as you peek around the corner of your door, before you hide away again, this time running into his room instead. He's watching how you suddenly come dashing out, sliding over his smooth floor on your knees protected by your thigh high socks, holding onto the edge of the backrest of the couch he's sitting on, staring up at him with wide open eyes.

It sort of invites him almost, as his hands grab your wrists again, easily pulling you up and over the back of the couch, leaving you belly down on over his lap, his arms holding you down as he nuzzles into the back of your neck, making you laugh.

You like it when he plays with you like this- proves his strength to you, his capabilities of keeping you safe. Shows you that his physique isn't just for show and anesthetics.

"You know I like you, don't you?" He wonders, and you nod easily at that, turning over on his lap, trusting in the fact that he'll make sure you don't roll off- and he does in fact make sure you don't, carefully holding onto you, and even adjusting the hem of your dress for you. "How do you feel about that?" He wonders, and you shrug, hand reaching out to play with his necklace.

"Happy." You just state, your attention clearly not entirely on him but more on your chosen toy. He notices that, takes the pendant away from your hands before he throws it over his shoulder, effectively removing it from your reach. And you don't roll like that, fingers instantly pulling on the necklace at his throat to pull it back- though he now holds your hand in his.

"Eyes up here, darling." He says, and you pout, though you comply. "Good. Now give me a proper answer." He demands, and you stretch your legs a little before going limp again.

"Happy.. really." You nod. "You're.. my mate." You tell him, and he smiles, nodding.

"That I am." He agrees, looking down at your lips before his haze moves up to your eyes again. "And you're mine." He says.

"Am I?" You challenge, making his gaze sharpen as he notices your clear intentions as you wiggle out of his lap and instead of the couch next to him, feet pushing against the outside of his thigh.

And he easily takes on your little challenge, well aware that you're no match for him at the end of the day.

It starts as nothing but slightly tickling kisses, ends of his hair brushing over your skin and making you giggle, before be chuckles, and bites at your neck. It's a lot more gentle than you thought he might be- but it's also clear that he's simply playing with you, no intent for anything more right now.

He'd live to play with you like that as well- but all in due time.

Your tail smacks loudly against the leather of the couch, his antics fueling your instincts as your ears pin back. He wonders how much you can take- until you move as well, biting his shoulder, this time leaving a clear mark that tells him you're at your limit.

Cute.

"Now there's no question, is there?" He wonders, moving around with you in his arms to hold you, kissing his mark to calm you down. "Now you're mine." He hums against your skin, and you nod, his slightly rough tongue moving over the tender spot once.

He catches himself in the act, surprised at it. He's never done that before- never, not even in past relationships. He doesn't even know why he did that, it's a little weird, no? Sure, he's a hybrid, but he's mostly human. He's never attempted to.. Groom a partner like this before.

But you don't seem bothered- in fact, you're happily purring in his arms, relaxed and comfortable.

"Yours." You mumble sleepily, yawning before you turn to cling to him, rubbing your cheek against his shirt to get your scent on him.

And he can't help but curl his tail around yours, feeling like everything has finally fallen into place for him.

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Brotherly Love Pt.7

Series Masterlist

Summary: Your time with Arkin has come to an end, but what about your new alien friend?

Warnings: Handcuffs, injury, Jason being distant, Damian's attitude.

(Takes place a day after the last chapter.)

~☆~

You walked down into the Batcave, knowing that Arkin would be taken as soon as you get down there. What you didn't expect was to see Superman down there. You had walked over to Kon who was standing next to Tim, he acknowledged you with holding up a fist, waiting for you to put your own up to his like he had taught you when you first met him. That one day, he and Tim had visited the Batcave for use of the computer's down there, and you just happened to stumble upon the two of them.

But, now you stood watching as your father and Superman conversed, talking about the boy that sat in the clear box in the middle of the room.

"Hello!" A voice spoke next to you. As you turned, you came face to face with a boy around your age. Seemingly he was another variant of Superman and Kon, his hair was the same color as theirs, his eyes were the same as Supermans, he was levitating and he had the infamous 'S' logo on the chest of his suit.

"Hello..." You spoke lowly.

"I'm Jon!" The boy exclaimed, shooting a hand out for you to shake. You hesitantly put your hand in his own, and he erratically shook it up and down.

"I'm Y/-" you stared before being interrupted.

"Y/N, I know!" He quickly stated, smiling even wider. Your eyes glanced down at your hand that was still holding Jon's. The boy himself followed your eyes and quickly let go before scratching the back of his neck.

"Sorry." He sheepishly mumbled, his cheeks turning red. You offered him a tight-lipped smile before excusing yourself, walking over to the cage that Arkin resided in.

"Arkin." You sighed, putting your hand up to the clear glass. His dirty blonde hair fell onto his face as he looked up at you with a shy smile.

"No hard feelings, I promise." You giggled out.

"Thank you." He spoke out in a breathy tone, smiling even wider at you. You watched as he walked up to the material that separates you and place a hand where yours rested, acting completely different than he did the day before.

"Y/N!" Your father called out, a signal that your time with Arkin was being cut short. Superman came over, opening the box that Arkin was contained in, and put cuffs on him. Before Arkin could be loaded into the van that was taking him, you stopped them, rushing up to envelop the boy in a hug.

"We'll write to each other, okay?" You whispered to him, pulling back a little so that you could see him nod. After your hug, he hopped into the back of the van, not taking his eyes off of you. As the van started up and was about to drive off, you yelled out.

"No hard feelings!" Just one last time, watching as a genuine smile spread on Arkins lips.

You watched as the van drove off out of the Batcave. Honestly, it was probably Dick driving the van to an unknown place so that officials could take him and not know where the Batcave was. You failed to notice as Jon walked up to your side. Maybe your skills were rusty because that's two times you had missed the boy.

"Boyfriend?" Jon asked, startling you.

"NO!" You yelled.

"I met him yesterday!" You exclaimed with a scrilunched up face. Jon stayed quiet before finally speaking up.

"I-i knew that, I don't know why I asked." He stuttered out, visibly embarrassed.

"Calm down." You laughed, the sound bringing a smile to Jon's face. You took in a deep breath as you recovered from your quick laugh, causing a sharp pain to instantly stab at your side. Jon watched as you winced. He held out an arm to hold you with as you tried to compose yourself from the quick jab of pain.

"I need to go." You mumbled. A pair of arms grabbed you from behind, offering support as you walked to the elevator. As you stepped in, you looked up at Jason, his face covered by just his domino mask instead of his helmet.

"...I'm sorry." He whispered into the air, so low that you would think that you had imagined it.

"It's okay." You muttered back. He had every right to be upset about what happened yesterday. His head finally turned to look down at you, watching as you stared at the doors of the elevator. The events of 6 repeated as the two of you walked out of the doom box and into the living area. Jason helps you sit down on the couch, offering you a stray pillow to hold on to before disappearing for a second.

"You're lucky it was nothing serious." He muttered as he walked back into the living room, talking about the ache growing in your body. He offered you a pill and a glass of water, trying his best to make you comfortable.

"Do you need anything?" He asked, staring down at you as you finished your water.

"...will you sit with me?" You whispered shyly, looking down at your feet. Jason didn't respond. He just took the empty glass from your hand and sat it on the side table next to the couch. He sat himself next to you, throwing an arm behind your neck and pulling you into himself, your knees bent as you pulled your legs up to sit with you on the couch.

"Comfy?" Jason asked, looking down at you as you nodded. "Good."

A figure watched from the doorway, balling their hand up into a fist as their green eyes watched the two of you before storming off.

~☆~

After Arkin had been safely given to officials, and your pains had been deemed okay, Jason took that as his sign to leave. He had lightly shook your body off of his own, muttering about his he was late for something and left you alone. Alfred had come into the room not too long after handing you a basket and asking if you could take it down to the Batcave. You agreed, walking back down to the place you had been in not too long ago. As the elevator dinged, signifying that you had arrived, Jon's head shot up, waiting for you to step out. You walked out, handing Tim and Kon their lunch, and then moved to where your father and Superman were huddled.

"Um, I have lunch..." You mumbled, watching as both men acknowledge you.

"Y/N, right?" Superman asked, already knowing that he was correct.

"Yes, sir." You said, returning the smile that he had given you.

"I'm Clark." He smiled even wider, taking your hand in his. His demeanor reminded you of Jon. Only his handshake was firm and quick instead of Jon's lingering shake. You nodded before handing both men their own sandwiches.

Damian and Jon were in the corner of the room sitting at a table. Your brother was simply reading a paper, whilst Jon was smiling and waving at you. You offered him a small smile and a short wave before making your way over to the two of them.

"Hi, Y/N." Jon giggled as you passed him, handing Damian a sandwich. You let out a breathy laugh as you sang out."Hi, Jon." Damian stopped his reading and looked up at the two of you from where he sat.

"Do you wanna sit with us?" Jon asked as he accepted a sandwich from you.

"Sure." You smiled out, sitting on one of the chairs that was at the table.

"Whats he doing?" You whispered into Jon's ear, talking about Damian, who was glaring at the paper in front of him again.

"Reading a police report." Jon mumbled, taking off the clear plastic that was wrapped around his sandwich. You did the same, opening the extra sandwich that had been in the basket. Jon quickly swallowed the food he had been chewing before turning to whisper into your ear. "Y'know you and him are nothing alike."

"Are we supposed to be?" You asked him, still speaking in the same low tone.

He smiled at you before shaking his head and turning to look back at Damian, who was now staring at the two of you.

"If you are going to gossip, please do it elsewhere." He snapped, not taking his eyes off of the either of you.

"Sorry..." Jon mumbled, finally making Damian look away. Jon turned to look at you with a hidden smile on his face, trying not to laugh. You doing the same as you looked at him, you quickly mimicked the look that Damian's face held, causing Jon to let out a howling laugh. Damian let out a loud sigh before jumping from the table and taking his belongings with him, walking off to the elevator. You watched as he walked, it's not that you meant to annoy him, you just wanted to lighten the mood. As you turned back to Jon, you noticed him already staring at you, "What?" You asked, subconsciously wiping around your mouth.

"He'll be okay." The boy told you.

"I-i know he will." You rushed, not mentioning the fact that you and Damian had only just broken your months long silence with each other

"So, what are you going to wear this weekend." Jon asked, breaking the awkward silence that took over.

"Huh?"

"The party, t-this weekend." Jon hesitantly spoke, not knowing if he should've told you or not.

"How do you know about this, and I dont?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to get answers from the boy in front of you.

"Um, we were invited..." Jon started "Your dad is the one who invited us."

"What!?" You quickly yelled, turning to look at your father. Clark held a hand up to hide his face, almost like he knew what you were talking about.

"I know nothing of this!" You hissed.

Jon shot you a small smile, "Hey, we can hang out again!" He beamed.

"I suppose we will." You sighed, dreading what's to come.

~☆~

We are nearing the end of the series.

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explicit-tae · 2 years

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Slave 19990319

Masterlist | Concubine 19990319 (Part 2) | Power & Control (Part 3) (Teaser)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: alien/prince! Jungkook x human! reader

Warning: reader being discriminated against :( , spitting, tentacles, smut, oral (male receiving), rough penetration, virgin reader, reader is yandere for jungkook, jungkook's kinda yandere for her too lol, breeding kink, manipulation, self-inflicted harm (mentioned), stockholm syndrome,

Word Count: 15, 155

Description: In the intergalatic slave trade, the human race are hastily becoming the slave - or pet - of choice. When you were a child, you were given to a young Jungkook - a prince from another planet - as a pet and grown alongside one another.

Humans were highly intelligent creatures, even if they weren't one of the smartest of all of the universe. They held great beauty similar to the planet to the native people of Invictus, some would say the Humans and the Invictus natives were distant cousins, but the natives would never claim Humans as such. The humans natives planets of Earth were light years away, far too long for just anyone to go to - only those who came from a Planet of wealth would have the opportunity to do so. That only meant that whoever bought a Human as a pet would be high in not only status, but in wealth.

Humans were bought often - always showed off like the pet they were as bragging rights. Children around the universe would brag about their family owning their own pet Human, discussing who had the best human and whose human was just basic and bland. It was a show of power and wealth to show off your new expensive human pet. Of course, these pets all had different uses for them - some showed off as trophies, some left in bedrooms of their masters - it all depended on who the master was.

The intergalactic trade had been going on for decades now - planet Earth cooperating with those around the universe in allowing their Humans to be bought and sold to the highest bidder. Those Humans with wealth were able to buy their way out of being sold to the intergalactic trade - those with little to none were not so fortunate. But the poor Humans to the intergalactic trade was like finding a diamond in the rough. They were more appreciative for what they got. They no longer had to work for a living - being a pet to an alien was like being a cat or dog to a wealthy family on Earth.

"Her hair is so...unique." says an Alien - he was short, a few inches taller than you. He spoke english, which you come to realize was rare for extraterrestrial beings. He had a chestnut shaped head with horns coming out of his forehead. His skin was pale - almost sickly pale, but his lips were a bright purple color. You nearly cried upon seeing him a week prior - now you find him to be boring to look at. "But she's a cute one. She'll adjust to the planet."

You sat on the bed the large space ship provided, listening to the two men speak of you as if you weren't present. Your mind couldn't make up for certain words, you were only 7 now when you were finally sold off as a pet to the Aliens - 5 when you were sold by your parents. While on Earth, once you were sold and made to live in a camp where other Humans reside - only a few kids - you were made to believe that being sold to an Alien was an honor. You were conditioned to be respectful towards them and grateful that they were willing to pay millions to give you a better life.

The universe was vastly unexplored, so there was no telling who would come to Earth and try to buy a Human pet - so what little knowledge the Earthlings did know they attempted to teach you all. You understood a few languages, but not well enough to hold a conversation for long. It wasn't guaranteed the Alien language you were taught would be the same Alien who would come to purchase you.

You'd never forget the moment your young mind realized you were being sold off. You never thought the day would come, hoping that once you were old enough and no longer desirable, that you'd be kicked out of the intergalactic camp and set back into the real world of Earth. You were brought out of camp where your few friends and you played and brought into the large bathroom. You were bathed, your skin was lotioned and even your hair was brushed to look decent. You were dressed in better clothing foreign to Earth - better than the orange jumpsuit you wore. You screamed and begged for them not to sell you, that you'd be good on Earth but it was no use anymore.

Your eyes trailed to your wrist to stare at the numbers engraved into your skin. You recalled the amount of days you cried after getting it, the pain nearly unbearable. After the years went on, you can finally say the pain was easing, only burning whenever you moved your wrist a little too far.

You were told said numbers were your personalized identification - 19990319. It was used to identify you specifically in the amount of Humans on Earth. Now, you were far from Earth and had not a clue when you'd be on your new planet. You wore different clothing - if you could call what you wore clothes. In your mind, it resembled battle armor. You wore what appears to be a black, skin tight romper and on top, an armor that had large shoulder guards and a chest piece that resembled gear from American football.

"It's the price's birthday today. We'll be landing in a few hours." says the Alien and that makes your ears perk.

You hadn't been told who you would be residing with - all you did know was that Planet Invictus was far from Earth and was an extraterrestrial race that has yet to be explored by Humans - maybe for the best.

"He doesn't know of his gift of the Human girl." the alien continues, and at this you're left speechless. You know of Princes and Kings and Queens of a palace - yet that appeared to be more of a myth than anything; some type of fairytale told at night before bed. "The King of Planet Ivictus, King Jae-yong, has spent a fortune on her for the young prince. Didn't make a dent in the Kingdom's treasury."

You drowned out the conversation they were having and laid your head upon the bed, closing your eyes. You wanted nothing more than to be released from the spaceship. You've done nothing but sleep and eat, only bathing once a day and returning to the same clothing you've already worn time and time again. The ship was nothing special and t had no windows to look out of where your bed rest - not like space had any light for you to witness anything outside of it.

You woke with a yelp, being shaken roughly. It's the alien, his nails - fingertips stained black - are gripping onto your shoulder in a tight grip. "Wake up, human." he yips. "We're here to meet the King."

You don't respond. You wipe the sleep from your eyes. You question mentally how long it's been - there was no sense of time on the ship and your mind wonders if time ever mattered.

You stand to your feet, crossing your arms onto your chest. The human man doesn't say anything to you as you follow the alien, and you don't acknowledge him much, either. Before the door of the ship is opened, the alien turns to you. "I nearly forgot you humans were weak." he murmurs, more to himself than you. He makes his way deeper into the ship - a part you were forbidden from entering - and returns shortly with what appears to be a collar. "Planet Ivictus has a gravity that's far more intense than Earth. Never take this off, human. It's loose enough for you to continue to clean your neck, but that is all."

You do as you're told in putting the collar on. It's black and metal, a bit heavy but nothing you weren't accustomed to wearing. The alien turns to open the ship door, the metal clacking as he does. Your eyes widen, marvelling at the new surroundings. You noticed quickly that the sky was different from Earth - a bright crimson sky with the whitest clouds you've ever witnessed that appeared much lower than on Earth. That wasn't what surprised you - it was the closeness of what you assumed was the moon. It appeared walking distance rather than light years away like you were accusted to on your home planet.

As you and the Alien make your way down the metal stairs of the ship, you've noticed not far stood a few men - scarily similar to the men you've seen back on Earth. They were tall and muscular - their eyes appearing to shine as bright as their skies.

The grass was green - the only similarity you've noticed. However, it appeared far more green and highly saturated.

The alien bows before the king. He pushes you roughly in front of him to do the same, but you don't. He glared slightly at your rudeness, but he doesn't dwell on it. The alien is speaking in an unknown dialect - possibly the language of the Ivictus people. They speak for a few moments before the large man - the King - steps forward.

The large man eyes you, leaning down to eye you further. He has a beard that was connected to a mustache. He rubs it gently as he inspects you. He opens his mouth and speaks, and when you only tilt your head, his eyes shine to the alien behind you.

The language continues and your eyes continue to wander around the outside area. There are large buildings that all appear dome-like with windows that you cannot see through like normal ones. They appeared to be stained with either red or green glass. Your eyes glance upwards to see another dome-like home, though fairly large and appearing as though it is floating high into the sky.

"Human." you look at the King. He has an accent that makes his voice deeper when he speaks to you. At your attention, he stands straighter, arms crossed. "Jungkook." he says to no one - it's as if he's saying it into the air. Within a second, almost as a blink of an eye, a boy appears. He's young, maybe the same age as you, but he's taller. He is dressed nearly the same as the King - and you, since you're dressed native to their planet. He sported navy skin tight romper, but instead of his whole body being covered, the romperstops at his knees. The armor he wore appeared far heavier than yours and it shined bright - the red cape adding nothing but dramatic luxury.

Your mind tells you this was the Prince you were sold to.

Jungkook eyes the small girl in front of him - stares rather deeply that it makes her step back under his gaze. She begins to tremble, her nerves screaming at her to get away and run. The men had not looked at her with such distaste like the boy had - and if this was how she was doomed to feel daily, she would rather risk being sent back to Earth.

Jungkook speaks to his father, the unknown dialect foreign to your ears. Soon he turns back to you, now in front of you. You're sure he didn't walk or even run to you - it was as if he disappeared and reappeared. He begins to circle around you, you take note of his nose twitching as if he was smelling you. You're stiff, eyes following his every move in case he would attack you. You were no match for him, you knew this, yet you would defend yourself - even if it sent you to your death.

You hold in a scream when you see it - the long and slender tentacles that make its way to you from behind his back. It wraps around your neck loosely and Jungkook does so just to test your reaction to him. He could hear your heart beating out your chest and his eyes zoom in to see the way the beads of sweat are forming onto your forehead.

You slap the tentacle away roughly, eyes glaring at Jungkook. The alien man behind you gasps, clenching his fists at your disrespect. You were going to get yourself killed - and him along with you.

The King snickers at the girls reaction and the Prince hums, but smirks. You weren't like the Humans he met - though all adults - who cowered away from him and cried. You were frightened to the core, he could not only hear your heart beat but feel it through his tentacles. However, you had fight in you and maybe that would make you survive.

Jungkook steps forward to you and speaks, the dialect coming from his lips foreign to you. You don't understand him, and that seemingly makes him upset with you. He takes another step forward, speaking once more until the King places a hand on his shoulders. You noticed another pair of tentacles coming from the King place itself on Jungkook's forehead.

"You must adjust to the Human girl like she must adjust to you." the King speaks, this time you understood. You stand straighter, glancing at Jungkook who huffs. The human was lucky he gained his knowledge in all human language by devouring a few humans a while back of their mind - and soul - but he wouldn't tell you this. You were terrified enough.

"How old is the girl?" the King asks the Alien behind you. He was quick to buy the most discipline Human child from Earth for his son that he had not thought to ask any questions prior to now.

"Ah, she is 7, King Jae-yong." the alien answers. "Human years. That would make the Prince about...2 years her senior."

The King hums, nodding his head.

Jungkook's widen his eyes - appearing like a deer caught in headlights. "I want it!" Jungkook turns to his father, the accent he held similar to his fathers. "I want to keep the Human!" he demands. He was the youngest in his family, along with the youngest on his team. He never had anyone younger than him before.

"I'm not an it." you murmur low - but the ears of the Invictus people were far more sensitive to those back on Earth. Jungkook's head dashes to you and he narrows his eyes.

"Human." Jungkook retorts, letting the word roll off his tongue. "What is your name?"

"Y/N." the alien speaks, but Jungkook snaps his head to him.

The alien takes a step back under Jungkook's intense gaze. He hisses something in his foreign tongue - something that must've told the alien to not speak without being addressed. The alien takes a step back and bows his head.

Jungkook scoffs, his glowing eyes turning to you. He steps closer to you and wraps a tight hand around your wrist - the same wrist that helds your identification number.

As Jungkook held the room open to his room, you were positive it was the show the wealth he had and not to be polite in bringing you inside. It was well enough that it was fit for a Prince - the large kingdom floating into the sky told you enough that he was indeed wealthy. "This is my room." Jungkook says, his voice loud as he speaks.

You feel yourself being pushed inside when you don't take a step. He watches you saunter inside of it, eyes traveling the interior of it. An abundance of gold, you note, a large bed in the middle of it that appeared to hold the silkiest sheets you've ever seen.

Jungkook was smug at your reaction. He knew Humans didn't have such luxuries like his people had - especially a Prince of a planet like him. He wasn't sure where exactly you came from, but surely this would have to be an upgrade from your previous life back on Earth. He never had any desire to go there personally - the air was polluted by the words of his father. The skies were a weird color and the water wasn't clear in the slighest. He would have to make sure the Human girl didn't come to him with any diseases.

You take not in the corner of his room laid an array of silk, crimson pillows. Your feet clicked under his colf, marble floor as you make your way to them. You touched them, admiring the softness they held.

"That's where you'd sleep." says Jungkook, startling you with the suddeness of his words.

You turn to eye him, before eyeing the large bed. The large King size bed that could fit several children back on Earth and still have room to stretch out - was all for him. You turn back to the pillows and nod your head. It was softer than the pillows you had back on Earth, even softer than the thin bed's you laid upon.

You sit on the ground and lean into the array of pillows. There was no use in arguing with the Prince - he was spoiled as he was royalty. He was stronger and faster than her - and had horrifying tentacles that appeared from his back. It was evident by the way the Alien cowered away from him that Jungkook was not one to be messed with.

"Okay, human." Jungkook sits along his bed, facing your sitting figure on the floor. "Let's go over rules for you to follow as a pet."

You drowned out Jungkook who had been speaking over the course of 10 minutes, naming rules that you didn't care about listening to. You had no intention on going against him - you were in a foreign planet and were made to, ultimately, be his slave. The word "Pet" was nothing but a better term for a horrible situation.

"Number 12, address me as Master." Jungkook suddenly shouts, gaining your attention. "Or Prince. I am royalty afterall, Human."

"My name is Y/N."

You haven't spoken much since your time with Jungkook. You had no intentions of doing so, not until each time he insisted on calling you either "Human" or "Girl". You were young, only 7 while Jungkook as you learned was the age of 9, yet you knew well enough that being called outside of your name was something you didn't like nor appreciate.

"Girl." Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, a smirk forming on his lips. He had no intentions of listening to someone who was bought for him as a pet. "That's better than 19990319, is it not?"

Jungkook had long seen the numbers on her wrist and knew instantly it was her identification number. His father would go through the intergalatic records and assure that everything was alright and up tpo date - including whatever diseases she had that would need to be cured instantly if she would be around a Prince.

You bite your tongue, glancing away from Jungkook. He had no intentions of ever calling you by your name.

"Besides, that's a Human name." Jungkook's nose wrinkles. "I should rename you something better than a Human name." he places his hands on his chin. "But I won't. You aren't worthy of a name from a mighty race such as us. I'll refer to you as I see fit, okay, Human?"

You don't respond to him, there isn't a reason to. Jungkook was Prince from a different planet who was far more spoiled than she ever was. He lived a lavish lifestyle and had anyone at his beck and call. He has adapted to people fearing him for who he was as a Prince, and who is father was as a King. A weak Human such as yourself couldn't change his behavior over night - but that didn't mean you weren't willing to stand by and remain being called outside your name.

Your name was the one thing you had left of yourself and your life on Earth. You had no parents anymore and you couldn't recall what they looked like. Your friends are back on Earth and soon your young mind will forget them, as well. Your clothing was left and now you sported the attire of Planet Ivictus, only your armor was now off and you only sported the skin tight romper - you assumed it was used to sweat in because you were humid as you laid down.

Jungkook makes a throaty hum before laying down onto his own bed. He couldn't wait to show off his own human to his older friends - he was the first of his Planet to have a human child as a pet and he knew they'd just be jealous of him. He would have to train her first and make sure she didn't act out - but that wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

It was the ultimate sign of disrespect to strike him - especially on something as sensitive as his tentacles.

A week had passed since you've arrived on Planet Ivictus and to say Jungkook wasn't giving you a good time would be an understatement. He constantly spoke down to you as if you were nothing but dirt beneath his shoe. He often would touch you at random times - mostly with his tentacles because he knew you were frightened by them - pulling your hair or tugging onto the collar you wore because of gravity - whatever that meant you had no idea.

Jungkook could see the distaste in your eyes for him and it wasn't anything he could do but scoff. He was just as furious as you were at him. Slapping him in general was the ultimate sign of disrespect and disobedience. You were used to being treated lowly as a Human, what did you expect coming to a different planet as a pet belonging to a Prince?

Still, you could deal with Jungkook's spoiled attitude. You already grown a liking to the small cot of soft pillows besides his bed. She could deal with the amount of food she ate already with her time here, Jungkook stating that everyone on his Planet had large appetites and that you'd need to have one, as well - even if it made you vomit afterwards. You could even deal with the death glares you got from the other girls around you and Jungkook's age who roamed the palace - not any part of royalty but their parents were high ranking commanders says Jungkook.

Your brain wanders to your time on Earth and how you miss it. You regret not appreciating your life there. You had friends, a bed to sleep in at night and food 3 times a day - something far greater than most people on Earth had!

You had nothing against Jungkook for who he was. He could be nice when he wanted to. When he would come back from a long day of training with his older friends, you were instructed to ice his body. He was kind then and didn't bring out his tentacles to bother you.

There was even a time a few days ago where Jungkook had hugged you - simply because he was hurt by the words his father yelled to him but he wasn't allowed to cry them out. You recall even from Jungkook's room the screams of the King echoing through the walls so loud that it frightened you awake. He told you lowly that men on his planet don't cry - it must be a tough planet was your response.

But the bad out-weighed the good often - even if it was only a week. He would taunt you at times, mock you and insult you any chance he could. He got a laugh in by scaring you when he would blink in front of you or when you felt his tentacles wrap around your body as you slept at night. Even the guards eyed the way the Prince treated the girl but couldn't do anything when it came to him. The King may be a strict man, but Jungkook could rarely do any wrong in his eyes and treating his 'pet' rudely was one of them. The guards were instructed to treat you as they treated Jungkook - which for someone coming from a different planet and being brought in as a pet, getting treated like the young Prince was an honorably luxury.

However, when one guard had offered you a sickly sweet treat, Jungkook had snatched it from his hands and dangled it in front of your face, laughing when you couldn't grab it from him. It was evident that Jungkook enjoyed taunting you - he didn't even like the sweet, but he also didn't want you too have it.

"What are you thinking about, Human?" Jungkook's voice reaches through your ears and you release an irritated hiss, clenching your first to yourself. His tentacles had retracted themselves back behind his back and he scoffs. "Your attention should not be elsewhere when you're with me."

Jungkook waits for you to respond, and when you don't his eyes widens. "Are you listening to me, Human?!" he hisses - sounding more like a high-pitched whine than anything. He hated when your mind chose to wander and block his words from entering your brain. He was being kind enough to speak with you in your native tongue and yet you embraced ignoring him.

"No." was your response - a bold response nonetheless. Yet, you've grown tired of Jungkook's mood swings. The one moment he desired to be kind with you, allowing you to walk around the Palace with him and the next, he's scaring you half to death and claiming it to be "just a joke".

Jungkook's throat growls deeply. "Get up." he snaps. "We're going to see my friends."

You heard about such "friends" of Jungkook. You knew they were older than him, meaning they were way older and taller than you. You had no desire to be around more people like Jungook - that meant more people scaring you with their tentacles and berating you every chance they had.

However, that was different. You've met the older boys in the galace grounds - the large grassy scenery where an abundance of foreign flowers resided. Your eyes sparkled at the scenery, the crimson sky giving the flowers a lovely hue. Jimin was the first to arrive, his eyes never leaving you and even ignored Jungkook completely until the Prince huffs and puffs for attention. Jimin had leaned into your face, his eyes - a glowing hue of azure - scans your features. His nose twitches as he smells you and he even touches your skin, releasing a few murmurs in foreign dialect.

Taehyung was no different, yet more touchy. He pulled your hair to get the feel of it, but apologized once he realized your eyes begin to water. He circles around you, examining to see what was so great about Humans. He did conclude that you were cute - your eyes were so large as you watched him and Jimin and your cheeks appeared squishable - so much so that he pinched them with his thumb and index finger. He would do it often when Jungkook was younger, much to his annoyance.

Jungkook sits by for the next hour and watches how you smile at Jimin and Taehyung. How you appeared to enjoy their light touches and even smiled their way. Jimin had offered you a sweet - something sickly sweet that you enjoyed greatly. It tasted similar to chocolate and it reminded you of Earth.

"What's your name?" Taehyung's accented voice was deep for his age, but it was soothing.

"Y/N-"

"Girl." Jungkook interrupts, his eyes glaring at the way Jimin sat far too close to you - his blood boiling at your content appearance.

Jimin looks at Jungkook and rolls his eyes. He knew Jungkook since he was a baby, their father's being close since they were in their own youth. He murmurs something foreign to Jungkook and all the boy could do was cross his arms and deny. There was no way he, a Prince, would be jealous that his pet seemingly was having a good time with his friends than you ever had with him. That was insane.

"Human hair...is soft." Taehyung murmurs, his hands rubbing through your hair. You were confused. Seemingly enough, if these boys didn't have tentacles (you hadn't seen Jimin's and Taehyungs, but you assumed they had them, as well), and glowing eyes, you would assume they were human like you. There hair didn't appear any less soft than your own.

Jimin places his hands in your scalp, as well, nodding his head in agreement.

Jungkook's fist clench. He noticed you become relaxed, slumping next to Jimin as both boths massaged through your hair and scalp, both speaking in their foreign dialect - Jungkook hearing how soft your hair was and how fascinated they have become by a Human. He could hear your heart beat fluttering to a normal pace - a calm pace. You're eyes were fluttering close. His ears pick up on the low hum coming from your throat, his advance hearing only making him more upset by the second.

Jungkook wasn't jealous - he didn't feel jealous. He was a Prince and though Jimin and Taehyung weren't low class in the slightest...they weren't royalty.

And who were you to allow yourself to grow comfortable with them before you ever had for him?

Jungkook blinks in front of you, slapping both of his friends hands away. He places his own into your hair and rubs at a rough pace. Your eyes snap open and you release a groan of discomfort.

Jimin crosses his arms and Taehyung sighs before laughing. You had slapped his hands away, leaning back from Jungkook. His clenches his fists together and seeths at the audacity. You were ungrateful - he would never give anyone a massage to anyone else, especially a pet. You should be massaging him!

"She doesn't like that." Jimin snickers. "You have to be gentle with her. She's Human."

Jungkook huffs, his cheeks redden in slight embarrassment. Jimin knew this look; the appearance seconds before Jungkook was going to throw the biggest tantrum ever. He was not ready to hear the younger boy scream, particually because his pet liked him and Taehyung than she liked the Prince. "Here," Jimin grabs Jungkooks hand and places it upon your scalp. "you have to massage it slow...like this." Jimin demonstrates it, Jungkook following his lead.

Taehyung had placed his hands into your scalp, as well, enjoying the way your breathing mellowed out.

Jungkook let's out a low hum, his eyes watching as you lean slightly against him.

The King had insisted that you needed someone you could relate to. Yes, you were just a Human pet who belonged to Jungkook and solely him. He was aware of how territorial his son was, yet there wasn't a need to be territorial when it came to someone of the same gender as you. You would be growing older as the years went along and only being around Jungkook would stunt your growth.

The guards had brought in a few girls - all taller than you, yet appeared close enough to your age. You had been seated on the ground alongside your pillows. You were given books shipped straight from Earth, another gift from the King. You were startled at them entering, but soon would be grateful to have other girls. You hadn't seen someone the same gender as you in weeks.

One girl had sat opposite of you, her long coily hair sat on her shoulder. Her eyes were glowing a lavender color as she scanned your features and golden brown skin that appeared to shine. The next girl had straight hair that stopped just at her knees - far too long for your liking but she was pretty nonetheless. The pinkish hue of her eyes matches the oliveness of her skin. The last girl had an odd color hair, the first time you've witness sine you've arrived.

"You're a Human." the girl says, leaning closer to her. It was a statement - matter of fact.

You nod your head at her.

The long-haired girl releases a laugh. She whispers something amongst the three of them before turning back to you.

"Humans are only pets." the coily haired girl tilts her head. "Who do you belong to, pet?" her words are spat at her like venom, and you flinch at the sudden harshness.

Your bottom lip trembles. Your mind told you that you'd have friends now that were just like you - only by gender, sure - but that was not the case. The girls eyed you with distaste and the snickering and whispers told you that they weren't fond of you.

"J-Jungkook." you whisper out.

The girl gasps, but stares. They're furrowing and knitting their brows, shaking their heads.

"Why would Prince Jungkook want a pet like you?" spats out the odd-color haired girl. "I heard Human's had diseases!"

You shake your head. You may have been young, but knew well enough what a disease was. You had not had any - a few of your friends had been separated from the camp when they were infected with something, but never you.

"You shouldn't be here!" the long-haired girl gasps. "You're going to give Prince Jungkook a disease and he'll die!"

When you feel the warm substance hit your face, you're disgusted. You yelp and flinch away, feeling more of the spit hit along your face followed by a few laughs. You could feel your hair being tugged and pulled left and right. You were told by the girls of how unworthy you were being upon their planet, that Prince Jungkook didn't need a pet that was as ugly as you.

Jungkook strolls down the hallway of the palace, cape dragging along the marble floor. He had finished sparring with his father and desired nothing more than to be iced by his pet. You were good at that and in return, he would allow you to eat the candy he had got from the guards. Even if it was intended to be for you because, again, he didn't like it, that didn't mean the sweet shouldn't be earned.

Jungkook felt a sense of pride in having a Human pet. Jimin and Taehyung spoke about you nearly nonstop, all questioning when you'd return. Even his older friends were asking about the mysterious Human. After all, he was the first child of not only his kind, but all of the galaxy, to have a human child! His parents had warned him how delicate a human girl was - that you were much different than the children around the palace - even if he didn't always listen, he assured you were safe. He vowed that you could not be seen without him unless you were under strict super vision of the palace guards.

Imagine Jungkook's reaction to see you surrounded by a group of girls native to his planet abusing their power over such a delicate human pet - his pet at that. He had slammed the door open to witness it - them spitting on you, berating you and pulling your hair. He could feel from down the hall that you were in distress - your heart pumping eratically out your chest.

"Jungkook's my friend!" you had cried out at them, neither you nor the three girls noticing his prescence.

"Prince Jungkook is not-"

"Get out!" Jungkook screams, his eyes glowing brighter and his tentacles appearing on instant from behind his back. His hands turned to first and he was ready to attack the girls right then and there for disrespecting you as his pet.

The girls nearly jump out their skin, eyes wide as they look back to see a seething Jungkook.

Two of the girls stammered an apology before leaving. The third had dropped to her knees, bowing to him. A spew of apologies was released from her lips, but Jungkook had no time to hear it. A tentacle wraps around the girl's throat and easily lifts her up, throwing her out of the room. Her small body hits against the marble floor roughly, but he had not cared in the slighest.

Jungkook eyes you, his tentacles slowly making their way back. He sees the amount of spit on you by the girls mixed with your tears. He waits a few moments for you to look up at him, but you don't. You're humiliated and nearly traumatized - rightfully so.

Jungkook removes his cape and armor, only left in the skin tight training gear. "Come." Jungkook says, stepping forward to reach for your hand.

You stand, taking his hand on your own. Jungkook makes his way out of his room and down the familiar hall to the bathroom. You enjoyed the large bathroom - especially the bathtub that appeared as large as the Jacuzzi you've seen on Earth - only on Television, however.

As you make your way towards the bathroom that only you and Jungkook used, you feel ashamed and humiliated to think you would find friends on a foreign planet. You were nothing more than a pet, that fact was evident. You've dealt with Jungkook's mood swings, his constant berating and insults, yet you didn't let that get to you. However, the girls stating that Jungkook would never respect you as a pet, how you're nothing but a useless Human has your young heart shattering.

Jungkook pressed the buttons outside the metal door. It clanks open allowing both of them to enter before closing behind them. You were often marveling at the scenery of the bathroom - it appeared far ahead of the Earth's bathrooms. The floors sparkled so clean that you could see your reflection in it. The jacuzzi appearing tub was large, round and clear, having steps leading up to it.

Jungkook makes his way to the tub and taps it slightly, the water pouring out on one end, a dark green liquid - you know now it as soap - comes from another. You hum as the bubbles form against the tub.

Jungkook begins to remove his clothes and when you note this, you close your eyes and turn away with a yelp.

"What are you doing, human?" Jungkook questions with genuine curiosity. "Get into the tub."

You shake your head. You never bathed with anyone before - not even with Jungkook. You're confused by his sudden actions.

"You're dirty." he deadpans, entering the bath. The bubbles cover up to his chest. "And need to bathe."

You knew it was a matter of time until Jungkook lost his temper. You turn around slowly to thankfully see Jungkook already in the water, scrubbing his face. He doesn't turn his head when you take off the wet clothing and enter the warm tub. You're glad the bubbles hide your body. The wall next to the large tub holds different bottles in a language you didn't understand. You would take a random one and wash with, hoping it was body wash.

Jungkook watches as you go beneath the water to what he assumed to scrub your skin away from the spit. You emerge a few seconds later, releasing a sigh of relief. Your hair is now wet, sticking to your skin and shoulders. Jungkook continues to watch you scrub at your skin to get rid of the filth of the spit, slightly amusing him. He would have to tell his father what had happened with the three girls and discuss a punishment. To him, death would be the only option. To his father, not so much.

Jungkooks arms reaches for a bottle - a natural remedy to wash your hair. He places a few squeezes onto his palm, throws it into the water to float and looks at you. "We need to wash your hair." he murmurs. "Turn around."

Jungkook doesn't wait for you to, already massaging your scalp. He doesn't want to admit that like Jimin and Taehyung, he is enthralled by your hair. It is softer than anything he's touched on his own planet - and Planet Invictus had such soft fabrics.

You enjoy the way Jungkook doesn't jerk his fingers through your hair thanks to Jimin showing him. You're glad that he's attempting to be more gentle with you - not opening his mouth and belittling you for at least 5 minutes. It was calming and moments such as this, you didn't mind being around Jungkook.

Jungkook cups his hand beneath the water and begins to pour water from his palms onto your saopy hair. The soap falls from your shoulders to the water until it's completely gone. You hum, smiling to yourself.

Jungkook leans back against the tub as you turn around. Your head tilts to him and all he can do was furrow his brows and wait for you to speak.

"Do you want me to...wash your hair?" you are as astonished as him when you ask. But you tell yourself that it's because you're giving your thanks - a type of eye for an eye.

Jungkook slowly nods his head in agreement. You smile and grasp the bottle floating into the soapy water. You squeeze a decent amount before scooting closer to Jungkook. He turns around for you to and leans his head backwwards.

Jungkook feels goosebumps erupt through his arms when he feels your fingers massage his scalp. He closes his eyes and hums lowly to himself, the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair leaves him content. He wouldn't tell you this - you were his pet after all and should be pampering him. He would have to bathe wih you more often just for you to wash his hair.

Soon you're also humming along with him, a silent hum that has no real melody to it, but it's soothing along with your massaging fingers.

"Done." you sing-song, splashing his head with water to get rid of the soap.

Jungkook bottom lips form into a pout. He enjoyed far too much than he cared to admit of your small hands washing his head, but he doesn't dwell on it.

Soon the both of you are leaving the bath, towels wrapped around one another. You both turn away to dry and get dressed in the extra clothing in the royal bathroom. Your hair is dripping even after you dried it with the towel, but it'll just have to be air-dried now.

As Jungkook and you make your way back to the room, you feel more refreshed than anything you couldn't help but recall the previous events that transpired.

"Jungkook?" you call for him as you enter his bedroom. He turns to you, not saying anything when he does. "Do you wish you had someone else as a..."

"Pet?" Jungkook finishes.

You nod your head slightly. You couldn't help but think about the words the girls spoke to you - how the Prince of such an amazing planet could never have a Human pet such as yourself.

"Nah." Jungkook shrugs his shoulder. He makes his way to his bed and lays upon it, yawning. It was far too early for sleep and dinner had not yet been served, but a quick nap wouldn't hurt him. "Come lay down."

You're taken aback when Jungkook pats the bed beside him. You never slept on his bed - the pillows had always been where you slept and it was more comfortable than you once expected your first day on Planet Ivictus.

"A-Are you sure?"

"I won't ask you again, Y/N." Jungkook snaps, his patience running thin. You don't speak again and do as you're told. You lay on the bed opposite of him, it was fairly large so the two of you would not be touching, yet you can feel his warmth. Your place your head along the soft, silk pillows and close your eyes, body calming down. You take not it was the first time he called you by your name.

"Why does she need to study anyway? She's not on that weak planet anymore?" Jungkook hisses at his father. It was rare for the both of them to speak in a language not their native, but today was the exception.

A few months have gone by now and the King has suggested that you would start your studies. The King was slowly growing accustomed to your stay and had a soft spot for you. Upon hearing about what the girls had done to you, they were permanently banned from the palace. Jungkook would have to be one of the only friends you had for now - and maybe Jimin and Taehyung, they appeared smitten with you rather quickly.

It was about a month ago when the King had suggested while Jungkook had his own educational studies on PLanet Invictus, that you should do the same - only you had no need to study what others did on his planet. The technology Planet Invictus had was far more advance than Earth - so getting in contact with someone from your home planet willing to teach you from light years away was expensive, but then again, so was getting you here for his son.

"She's a growing girl." the King retorts rather bored. His son protested day by day about you studying. He knew the true reason was because he wanted you to remain dependent on him, yet his son would have to get over himself. "She cannot miss out on education just like you cannot."

Jungkook crosses his arms and sucks his teeth. His father didn't get it and never would. What pet gets special education? What education would she need besides catering to him and him only? She was growing excellent at that and her reward for following his rules were exotic candy and being able to sleep in his bed. What more could a Human ask for?

You on the other hand had strived to go to your classes every day while Jungkook went to his own. Speaking with another human was a breath of fresh air and you actually felt understood. You had short classes at the camp, yet nothing like this. It was as if you were learning a vast amount of knowledge in a short amount of time.

Though Jungkook found it useless, it makes your stay on the planet bearable. Jungkook mood swings had lessened over time and the two of you could now coincide without bickering at one another. Every night you two would bathe in the large bathtub, him demanding that he wash your hair and you do the same to him - no matter how many times you told him your hair couldn't get any cleaner.

You two would have dinner sometimes with Jimin and Taehyung and sit around the palace grounds. There was even a time where Jungkook took you away from the palace with the escort of some guards to a nearby waterfall where the two of you swam. You couldn't swim - only being 7 - but Jungkook was an amazing swimmer to be 9. You told yourself it was because he wasn't Human like you. That was the first day you weren't afraid of Jungkook's tentacles wrapping around your waist to stop you from drowning.

You were done with your studies for the day and already looked forward to coming the next day. You were now allowed to walk freely through the palace without Jungkook, yet you never went far or on uncharted territory. You make your way towards the familiar hall until you're stopped by a sudden hand. You turn to see Taehyung smiling down at you. You note that he's dressed different than the usual battle armor, but it loose fitted clothing.

"Tae!" you smile at the boy who does the same.

Taehyung places a hand on your head and gently rubs it, an action he does often when he see's you.

"What are you doing here?" you ponder aloud, tilting your head. "Is Jungkook around?"

Taehyung shakes his head. "I came to see you, little Human." he murmurs. "Jungkook has kept you hidden away from us."

You nodded in agreement. You hadn't seen Taehyung or Jimin for some time and if you'd ask Jungkook it would do nothing but strike a nerve in him.

"Come, I'll take you back to Jungkook's room." Taehyung offers and the two of you begin to stroll side by side, speaking about nothing in general. Taehyung was a good listener as he was a good speaker. You enjoyed his company overall and you were glad he wasn't like the girls you've met a few months prior. Jimin and he had been nothing but kind to you and you were utterly grateful for him.

Jungkook watches from afar as Taehyung and you stop by his door, both speaking and laughing at one another. His eyes are glaring at the closeness of Taehyung next to you. He feels himself growl when he witnesses Taehyung place his hand upon your head and lean down, smiling at you. "You're so cute, little Human."

"What are you doing?" Jungkook snaps, stepping closer to both of you, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you back. His had a fierce look in his eyes as he glares at Taehyung, who's nothing but amused.

"Walking Y/N back to your room." Taehyung shrugs, emerald eyes shining amusingly at Jungkook's obvious jealousy.

Jungkook snarls. He opens the door to his room, pushes you in and slams it behind him, not caring how rude it was towards his older friend. Taehyung could do nothing but laugh.

"What were you doing with him?" Jungkook demands, nails digging into your shoulders.

"Walking back-"

"Why was he touching you?"

"He always does." you furrow a brow at Jungkook. It was clear that he was upset about something, yet you couldn't fathom why.

Jungkook removes his hands from your shoulder and scoffs. "You're my pet, human." he sneers out, eyebrows tight and jaw locked. "Not Taehyung or Jimin's."

You gulp, sauntering back from him. Jungkook's sudden anger was caught off guard by you because - like stated - Taehyung always touched you. He always stroked your hair and called you cute - even if Jungkook was around.

"You shouldn't let anyone touch you anymore." Jungkook hisses, his voice coming louder. "I'll have to kill them if they do. I'm the Prince of Ivictus and you're my pet!" Jungkook is screaming now and all you could do is tremble with wide eyes at his sudden outburst. "And you're going to be nothing more than a pet that serves me and me only, you stupid Human."

His words cut deep, now more than ever. Jungkook had not called you his pet in months, nor had he called you human. You enjoyed the way he said your name - your mind telling you that the two of you were becoming friends.

You were wrong after all.

"Go to sleep." Jungkook hisses, turning around and slamming the door open and closed.

You make your way to his bed and lay upon it, feeling tears whelm into your eyes at Jungkooks sudden harsh demeanor - not fully understanding in your young mind why he was being so cold towards you - especially when it had to do with Taehyung. He never acted this way prior to Taehyung petting you.

Jungkook doesn't return to his room until after dinner hours later. His father had asked for you and he claimed you had fallen asleep after so many hours of learning "dumb Human education" and was far too exhausted for dinner. Of course it wasn't the truth - yet you didn't deserve to eat tonight after being far too kind to Taehyung.

Jungkook wasn't jealous - he would never be jealous. He was a Prince and Taehyung could never compare to him - no one could compare to him at that. You were his Human and warming up to one of his friends is unacceptable. It was evident that he'd allow you to be comfortable for too long - sleeping in his bed when pets should be on the floor, having an education when it was clear you didn't need one.

Jungkook scoffs as he opens the door to his bedroom, just thinking about how you were adapting to this as a vacation.

Jungkook closes the door behind him, it was dark yet he could see clear as day - perks of being one of his kind. He can hear your soft breathing to know you're asleep. He makes his way to you. His shining eyes catch the dried tears on your cheeks as he climbs upon his bed. You don't move as he does this. He doesn't lay down and instead continues to watch you - the way your chest inhales and exhales.

Jungkook thinks about Taehyung's words - how cute you were. It wasn't the first time he heard his friends go on about how "such a cute Human" she was and "how such soft Human hair" with the "biggest and innocent human eyes". It was growing tiring hearing about you from his friends when they had no right to be so amazed. It was as though they never seen a Human before.

But as Jungkook thinks about how "cute" you were to his friends, his mind tells him that he guessed you were cute. You weren't ugly to him like the other Humans he saw - even other beings from different planets. You were soft - he knew as much when you would hug him when you saw him after your studies. He supposed you weren't a bad pet - you were just a friendly pet and that's not what he appreciated.

Jungkook doesn't think when he kisses your lips - it was something he wanted to try. He witnessed his father kissing his mother and wondered what it felt like. He once called it "adult germs" until one by one, his friends told him they all kissed someone - and Taehyung leaning down close to you wasn't something he was risking.

Maybe it was selfish of him to kiss you while you slept - but he couldn't risk it any longer. He couldn't risk you going around having anyone steal a kiss from you - especially his friends (who swore that they saw you nothing more than a human friend).

Jungkook stiffens as you stir in your sleep. You don't wake and instead turn towards him and continue on with your slumber. Jungkook releases a sigh and lays his head upon his pillow. He touches his lips, the warmth of your lips tingling on them still. Jungkook hums, slightly smiling to himself at the giddy feeling. He allows himself to get closer to you, his chin placing gently at the top of your head.

You were his pet, after all. And there was nothing wrong with a master cuddling with his pet.

"Maybe you're attracted to her." Jimin says with a knowing smirk on his lips, furrowed brows. "It's normal. You're a growing boy."

"Don't be stupid!" Jungkook hisses, hands clenching.

Jungkook turns away from his older friend who was now laughing at him. What he needed was advice - not to be teased.

You were now 15, and Jungkook being 16 - 17 in a few months and would be off for training - has sensed there was a change in him. Of course, the normal change - his height increased, his voice deepened and he was growing an insane amount of hair all over. The Prince was excelling in his training alongside his father and would be fit for a King - eventually, those on Ivictus had a long life span. However, his mind couldn't stop the intrusive thoughts when it came to you.

"It's okay to want to fuck-"

Jungkook clenches his fists again, his eyes narrowing at Jimin.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "...want to be sexually active with her." he rephrases his words, knowing Jungkook didn't take disrespect when it came to you lightly - even if he claimed you were only a pet to him. "You're with her almost all the time."

Jungkook feels the tips of his ears redden when it comes to you and anything involving his growing attraction. Over the years, you sleeping in his bed was established and he has begun to enjoy your warmth as you did his. He didn't always have these thoughts about you - you were just a pet he desired to be close to. All the time.

At around 15 he woke one too many times to his hips rutting into you and his hands wandering. He would always push himself away from your sleeping figure as if you burned him and curse at himself for touching you. But it happened day by day - and even though the two of you were older enough now and didn't need to bathe together, he could never stop himself from allowing you inside the tub that was filled with too many bubbles. Still, his eyes didn't wander to your figure and he made sure to keep his distance from you.

Jungkook wouldn't tell Jimin that the thought of touching you begins to be so unbearable that he had to touch himself for relief, his mind imagining it was you doing it. It didn't make himself feel any better once the deed was done, however, and all he does feel is guilt for thinking of you in such a manner. You were his pet - one of his favorite people. You've grown alongside him and became far more submissive and happy to be with him.

Jungkook decides that Jimin is no help - so he would have to go elsewhere for help. It takes him months to get the intrusive thoughts out of his head. He stopped the baths you took together - even if he could hear your heart beating rapidly in confusion. He no longer cuddled you close to him as the two of you slept - ignoring the way you tossed and turned at night. But in the end, his intrusive thoughts as a growing boy no longer occupied you.

You're embarrassed when you see him - Jungkook and another girl engaged sexually. You had apologized profusely and ran out of the room as fast as you could. You remained in the hallway, back against the wall as you waited for him to be done. As long as you lived in the palace and could roam freely without any trouble, you always enjoyed being in the familiar room Jungkook and you shared.

It was another 10 minutes before the girl leaves, ignoring your presence entirely. Jungkook has stepped away from the room and eyes you before walking down the hall. You follow him, arms behind your back. "Are you going to take a bath?" you ask him quietly.

Jungkook nods his head, turning towards the door. He glances behind you. "What are you doing?"

"Can't I join?" you tilt your head at him, in a way that makes his heart ache. "We always take baths together until you stop."

Jungkook breaths in. His mind questions if your body felt the same for him as his did for you. Your eyes didn't look at him in the way he knows his did yours. You didn't touch him the way his sleepy figure did yours.

"Don't you think we're..." Jungkook trails off. "...too old?"

You eye him for a second, a blank stare on your face. "Would you prefer we shower?"

Jungkook feels his throat run dry and suddenly, his shorts feel far too tight. You weren't dumb in the slightest - but far too naive to get what he was intending. Maybe it was because you've dealt with Jungkook since the both of you were children and didn't see him as nothing but a master - a friendly master. He didn't scare you anymore or call you degrading names. He wasn't too rough with you or punish you for things that weren't your fault.

Jungkook hums. That was it. You were his pet, after all. He would consider you his friend in a (human girl) pet form that didn't want to change the routine the both of you shared. You didn't see him in the same light he was beginning to see you - and that was good. You were pure; not corrupted by the thoughts and you'll never will be.

"Okay." Jungkook murmurs, turning towards the now open door. "We can shower."

Jungkook and you enter the bathroom, a smile adorning your lips. He'd never shower with you before - never seeing the point of it. He enjoyed the baths he shared with you until the thoughts came - and he hoped that after his relief with the unnamed girl (he didn't care for her to learn it), that the thoughts for you wouldn't return.

The shower was large and as you begin to remove your clothes and step into it, it turns on automatically as it senses a body. Jungkook is frozen as he stares at you - now naked and enjoying the warmth of the shower. He's surprised at the revelation that he's never actually seen your body before - it was always covered by the bubbles and the fact that he would look away as you undressed.

Jungkook tears his eyes away from you and undresses himself. He enters without a word, trying his hardest to not look at you. More water makes their way out and onto Jungkook. The water is refreshing and it assist in calming his nerves.

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" you ask him.

"That'll be hard to do since we're not sitting down." Jungkook murmurs, the sound of the water hitting against the floor brings a sense of peacefulness.

"Hmm." you hum. You're unsure what to do for him. You grab the soap resting on one of the bars into your hands. It's natural, you note, made by one of the guards wives as a gift to Jungkook after the guard overheard him having dry skin. You rub it into your hands then begin to rub it along his shoulders.

Jungkook stiffens feeling your hands on him. You're washing him - something innocent and pure, yet he can't help but moan to himself as your hands roam his body. From his shoulders, to his neck then torso. You're humming softly to yourself - but his ears can pick up everything. You often hummed to yourself whenever you washed his hair or vice versa.

"I can wash your hair." Jungkook chokes out when he feels your hands rub along his adomen. He quickly turns you around and grabs the nearest shampoo bar - he's attempting to get his breathing in order when he rubs his hands on the bar and then inside of your scalp.

Jungkook tries to not let his eyes wander around your body as he massages your scalp. You're his pet - an innocent pet who's grown to love him over time. What he isn't going to do is allow these disturbing thoughts to hinder his relationship with you.

"Do you love Uma?" you ask him after a few minutes as Jungkook is finishing with shampooing your hair.

"Who's Uma?" Jungkook scoffs with a roll of his eyes. "Turn around so we can take the shampoo out."

You do as you're told. You open your eyes slightly to look at him, smiling when your eyes meet.

"The girl you were with earlier." you say as Jungkook begins to rinse the shampoo from your hair.

Jungkook gulps. He wasn't aware you knew the girl. You didn't have many friends that weren't his - nor did you spend much time outside of the Palace without him, the guards or even his friends. He was now comfortable with his friends enough to know they wouldn' hurt you - and hopefully not have the same intrusive thoughts he had for you, that was something he would never allow.

"No. I don't love her." Jungkook answers truthfully. He hadn't even known her name. All he did know was that he was a Prince and had all types of women at his disposal if needed be. "Why do you ask?"

You don't respond to his question immediately. It was as though you were thinking - processing his words.

"You were having sex with her, right?" your words make his fingers stop in your scalp. He wasn't sure where you were going with your questions.

"...Yes."

You open your eyes to look at him, your eyelashes blinking away the water droplets that laid upon them. "I was told you're suppose to have sex with people you love." you're tilting your head at him, genuinely confused. It was what you were told by the Human scholar when it was time for you to learn about your body and that of the opposite sex. The scholar couldn't tell you much about those of Planet Ivictus - just that they were nearly the same as Humans.

Jungkook doesn't respond. He's unsure how. Maybe this is how Humans thought - having sex with just people you love. It was different on his planet and sex was nearly a sport at this point. The girls had high sex drives when the full moon was present and the men were almost always ready for sex. He's had plenty of sex by the time he hit puberty and was encouraged to do so to relief pent-up frustration - and also so he wouldn't take any of that frustration out on you.

"You are." Jungkook nods slowly. He's unsure what to tell you - or why you're even bringing up the idea of sex. You never have before, but then again he was much careful who he brought to his room. He always made sure you were away or occupied when he had - and that the aroma of sex was well cleaned from the room and there was fresh sheets for you to come back to.

You nod your head at him. Jungkook hears your heart beat faster as you come closer to him, eyes large and full with curiosity. "Can I have sex with you?"

Jungkook thinks about anything to make his cock deflate. He thinks about the time his father forced him to eat raw Alien meat as a form of "survival". He thinks of when Jimin laughed so hard he threw up an insane amount of food he ate moments prior - literally anything to not make him grow hard at your words. Such innocnet words - as though you knew not the true meaning of them.

"Why would you want to do that?"

You step closer to him, eyes blinking to look up into his own eyes. Your hands place themselves on his chest as you come closer to him. "You're suppose to have sex with people you love." you answer. "And I love you."

Jungkook doesn't know how to respond to you. He's astonished at your words of admission. You pleading to have sex with him - someone who has never been touched before by no man - not even himself, and you were his pet, after all.

Jungkook turns his head from you and sighs. "You don't mean that."

"I do." you assure, coming even closer to him. "I want to have sex with you!"

Jungkook gulps.

"You're my master. You're allowed to do anything to me."

Jungkook groans, he could feel himself grow harder by the second. But he tells himself you don't know what you're asking of him.

"You need to stop." Jungkook swallows. He turns to make his way out of the shower, the second stream of water disconnecting at his absence. "You don't want me to do that."

Jungkook hears your footsteps following after him, your stream of water turning off behind you. "I do mean it!" you call after him. "I do mean it, Jungkook!" you sound seconds from crying at how cold he was being with you.

Jungkook turns his head abruptly, his eyes glaring at you. "Stop it." he hisses - a hiss that makes you flinch. He manages to not skim your body. "I'm not doing that with you."

Jungkook snatches a towel from the rack and begins drying himself.

You cross your arms and glance at the ground. "Is it because you don't love me? Did you love Uma more?"

Jungkook curses at himself mentally. You had it completely opposite and he regrets telling you that sex and love are the same - because they weren't. Not with him at least. He didn't care for Uma in the way he cared for you and Uma wouldn't be someone he brought back to his room.

"It's okay if you don't love me." you tell him, stepping closer until you're directly behind him. You place your check against his back, an action you did often since you were a child of 8. It was different now - he was taller and his body much more sculptured. "I know not all masters love their pets."

"Who told you that?" Jungkook knits his brows. You never spoke like this before. It was rare for you to address him as master and yourself as a pet. You knew your situation as much as he did. He was no longer a child that demanded you call him by his Royal title.

Jungkook turns to face you, waiting for your response. You place your head against his chest this time, arms loosely around his waist. He ignores the way your breasts are pressed firmly against him. "Another human pet told me. She said that she pleases her master all the time."

Jungkook hums, processing the information. He wasn't aware you had another human acquaintance. Obviously, they were posioning your mind with the intrusive thoughts you never had until you associated with them.

"She told me what she does." you continued. "I can please you with my mouth."

There it goes. The blood rising inside of Jungkook makes him push himself away from you.

"Get dressed." Jungkook hisses. "And stop fucking talking to that whore. She's corrupting your mind."

You and Jungkook get dressed, both silent. Jungkook isn't a fool to your hurt feelings - he could sense the way you're saddened by his words. The two of you make it out of the bathroom and down the hallway. It was quiet, no guards roaming the halls.

"Are you going to keep seeing Uma?" you call as you near the bedroom. "Or Hadiza? Jimena? Bora or -"

Jungkook turns around. He stops you in your tracks. How long have you known about the girls he brought to his bedroom? You knew of their names and as far as he thought, you had no idea.

"Why are you questioning me?"

"It's not fair that you have sex with them and not me." you exclaim, your eyes narrowing at Jungkook as he did to you. It brought back memories of your younger self - how you willingly fought against him with no fears. It was one of the reasons he grown to like you.

Jungkook inhale then exhales deeply.

"I don't want you to keep having sex with them." you murmur, but your voice is stern. There's a glint in your eyes that makes Jungkook scan your entire body language.

"Who are you to tell me what not to do?" Jungkook scoffs. He was amused - you were growing territorial and he can only blame himself. He allowed you to have freedom over him and situations. He ran when you called and made sure no one even caused any harm to you that now you stand before him demanding things.

"I'll kill them if you have sex with anyone." your words reach his ears and replays in his mind. You don't say another word to him and instead turn around and make your way opposite of his room. He watches your figure until you aren't in his line of vision.

Jungkook's ashamed. Ashamed because your words cause something deep in him - desire? Adoration? He wasn't sure himself. He's more ashamed that he feels himself grow harder at your words - you were far ahead of yourself in thinking you could kill any of the girls he brings to his bed, but the threat alone excites him.

Your threat rang true - year after year. Jungkook chooses to play with you as if you aren't capable of killing. And of course you weren't. That didn't mean you weren't going to use your connections. You crying to Jimin about Uma clawing you on your cheek makes the boy upset, nearly attacking the girl for putting her hands on you. You're dripping in blood when the King see's you, declaring that one of the girls Jungkook brought to his room became "jealous" of how close he was to his pet - soon her whole family was banished from the palace grounds and had to live on the outskirts of the planet.

Year after year, Jungkook tested you and you showed him that no matter who he brought to his bedroom - even who he spoke to - wasn't safe from you. You had no strength, skill or will to kill them - but ruining their lives for the sake of having Jungkook to yourself was worth it to your eyes.

Jungkook was no fool to your plans - as sick and twisted as it was. He knew the way in which you hurt yourself and blamed it on the girls he associated with - yet his friends wouldn't believe it if he told them, neither would his father. You were the cute innocent human pet - who was not so innocent any longer. At 17, you were growing into your womanly figure. You insisted on sleeping in his bed when you were well adored in the palace to have your own bedroom. You rubbed his pack every night, kissed his neck as far as he allowed you to. You snuck into the shower with him one too many times to count, all claiming to be a loving pet for him.

The people of Ivictus had grown to adore you, as well - a rare instance for a Human. You sauntered around the Planet without being harmed and no longer needed guards or Jungkook to escort you. You had your fair share of admirers - and those who disliked you, yet you never cared for them. They weren't living the life you had and that would make anyone envious.

Now as you're 18, you're awaiting Jungkook's arrival back to the Planet, along with Jimin and Taehyung. The three men were sent out on a year-long mission outside of the Planet and you've wanted nothing more than to be with Jungkook again - even settled on counting the days until his return. You were left bored without him. Sure you had the palace at your disposal and whatever you wanted to buy from the shops around the Planet - yet that wasn't what you truly desired.

You've planned it out perfectly - of course with help of your Human friends who was also a pet to one of the elites in the palace. She assisted in buying you clothing - or lack thereof - to attract your master. She claimed it would allow him to see you in a different light - and this time you hoped she was correct. Your desire for Jungkook had grown from a tiny crush to a full blown obsession. With the amount of information she entrusted into you, you wished for nothing more than for Jungkook to do the things her master did to her.

'A master would never allow another person to touch what's there.' she told you.

You're chilly - the lingerie clinging onto your body doesn't allow much warmth, but if you wanted Jungkook you needed your body to be on full display. You're dosing off - the sun has since set and you've waited for Jungkook long enough. When you hear the door open and close gently, you're yawning awake, sitting up slightly.

Jungkook's eyes shine in the dark and your appearance doesn't go unnoticed by him. The smoothness of your skin, the white fabric against it and the way it reveals a lot without revealing too much - even if he does know what's beneath it already.

You're beautiful - Jungkook is aware of this. You've grown from the young child he met just a a couple years younger than him to an adult woman now. Year by year it's as if you develop more, growing more into your beauty. You were a dangerous creature that has Jungkook's mind wandering. He feels at time that you're the master and he was your pet that was wrapped around your finger - ready to pounce when you told him to.

"Jungkook." you murmur, voice low and groggily. "I missed you."

"We talked everyday." Jungkook snickers. He saunters closer to the bed, his eyes examining your figure, thankful Human's couldn't see well in the dim like he could.

"It's not the same." you huff. Lifting yourself up, you bring yourself to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook places his hands on both sides of your cheeks. He furrows a brow. "Have you been good?" he questions, but he knows the answer. You're mischeivious as it comes - doing whatever until you get your way.

You nod your head, but he see's the smirk forming onto your lips.

"Good girls don't lie." Jungkook chuckles, removing his hands from your cheeks.

Jungkook takes a step back and that's your queue to stand and hug him. You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist, knowing he'll catch you. You inhale his scent - he showered before coming to his room.

"Did you miss me?" you ask into his neck, lips close to the nape of it.

Jungkook hums in agreement. He knows what you're doing - it's the same tricks you do time and time again. You kiss along his neck, reaching his earlobe. You bring it between your teeth and nip lightly.

"Where did you get this from?" Jungkook traces the white fabric against your skin. "I never seen it before."

"I bought it new. Just for you."

Jungkook only chuckles. He brings himself down onto the bed, you cling on top of him. You snuggle against him, the feel of your ass on his groin is evident but he's trying everything in him to pretend he cannot feel it - to not give in to your advances.

You lean back, smiling sweetly down to him. "Do you like it?" you question, giggling.

Jungkook smiles, places his hands on your thighs as he scans you over. His eyes rack to your hips, from your chest until they reach your collarbone and neck. His eyes narrow, a frow forming onto his face. He then lifts himself into a seated position, his right hand grabbing your shoulder roughly. "What's on your neck?" he demands a response.

You yelp at his nails digging inside of your skin. You're squirming on top of him. "Jung-"

"Who put their filthy hands on you?" Jungkook barks harshly, his tone ansty. "Someone took advantage of you, didn't they? I told Father to not allow you out by yourself." Jungkook touches the marks - marks that appear like bites on your skin. "Tell me who took advantage of you and I'll kill them myself!"

Jungkook was ready to assassinate anyone who thought it would be a good idea to touch what was his. You were known around the planet as belonging to the Prince - untouchable and should remain unharmed. Who was bold enough to do this while he was away? Or at all for this matter.

"Answer me!" Jungkook screams, hands wrapping around your neck.

"I-I'm sorry!" you cried, tears welming into your eyes.

Jungkook removes his hands from your neck, shaking his head. "It's not your fault." he assures. "Tell me who hurt you and I'll kill them, Y/N. They don't deserve to live any longer after-"

"I let him touch me." you cried harder, handing your head low. "I allowed him to because you didn't want me."

Jungkook examines the way you're crying - face red with the tears streaming down at a rapid pace. Your heart beat is erractic - out of control as it beats nearly out your chest.

"You let another man touch what's mine?" His words were calm, all the screaming and anger long gone from his voice - but you know well enough that Jungkook was beyond angry.

You shake your head, but Jungkook doesn't wait for a response.

"You allowed a filthy man to taint you? To touch you?" Jungkook's throat lets out a growl. "All because I wouldn't?"

Jungkook is livid - the thought of someone touching you makes his blood boil. He shakes his head - they take advantage of you. You weren't in the right headspace to allow them to do this, yet he's angered with you.

"I didn't let him do anything else." you cry, nails gribbing onto Jungkook for dear life. "I couldn't have sex with him. I wanted it to be you."

Your weeping figure does things to Jungkook - he's far more upset that you're crying than anything else.

Jungkook places his hand on your cheek and wipes the tears away with his thumb. He eyes you for a moment, reading your expression.

"You don't listen to me." Jungkook mutters with a shake of his head. "No matter how many times I try to protect you...you never listen. It's my fault for allowing you to have such freedom and reign of not only me but others."

You blink and sniffle.

"All these years I fight to protect you and give you a good life." Jungkook tsks. "And all you want is to be treated like a whore."

You shriek when he grips your hair. He's strong when he flips you over.

"And now I have to treat you like a whore." Jungkook shakes his head. "So you won't go out there and have another man do what I should have done to you years ago."

For the first time, you feel Jungkook's hands roam your body. He grips your breast, slides them down your waist and even grasps your ass. You're moaning at the sudden feeling of his hands all over you - it feels scandalous. Finally, your dreams of being with Jungkook were beginning.

Jungkook leans down to kiss your lips - the sensation sends shivers throughout his body. He hadn't kissed your lips since he was a young, naive and spoiled child - kissing you because he would be damned if anyone else had before him. His clothes begin to feel far too tight for him now.

Jungkook trails his hands to your breast now, ripping the thin fabric to allow them to spring free. His mouth dips down to kiss along the flesh, fingers massaging them. You arch your back when you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple - his eyes examine your expressive reaction. His breathing was heavy. He had wanted you far too long now, his mind completely blank when it came to the morals he had prior.

"I want to pleasure you." you plead, the erotic feeling of Jungkook sucking along your nipples becoming nearly unbareable. Your stomach was churning and you felt a tingle between your legs. "I know how to do it! I promise."

Jungkook nods his head. You were so cute begging to please him - he would have to reward you later with that favorite sweet you enjoyed.

You simper, pushing him back gently. Your hands grab his pants, tugging on them until they're released, along with the breifs he wore beneath them. You lick your lips when his cock springs out, nearly hitting you in the face if you hadn't moved.

Jungkook nearly explodes at the sight of you wrapping your tongue around his tip. His mind is screaming at him - how did you know how to do this? It's obvious whoever the Human girl you were associating yourself with was becoming an influence on you.

Jungkook curses when he feels the back of your throat mixed with the sounds of you gagging against him. He's twitching - you were too much for him. The thought of tainting you makes him go wild. The fact that his pet was pure and wouldn't be with another man but him brings him to great joy and a sick satisfaction.

Jungkook grabs the back of your hair. Your eyes are watering as you stare up at him. He begins to thrust inside of you, you're coughing but you refuse to stop him. You're in bliss - being with Jungkook was what you wanted for years now. The amount of times you've hurt yourself and blamed it upon the women Jungkook has been with were well worth it - now you had to assure he was yours and no one but yours.

You nearly cough when you feel a warm substance shoot in the back of your throat - he hits deep to the point you feel as if it'll be coming from your nose. Jungkook removes his cock - long, veiny and full of girth - from your throat. You struggled swallowing his cum, but you managed. You're coughing, tears streaming down your cheeks and nose red and swollen.

"You're so beautiful, pet." Jungkook coos, yanking your head up to kiss your salty lips. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" Jungkook chuckles darkly at your eager nod. "And I'm not going to prep you first, either. A whore like you should already be wet for me."

It was sadistic and he would hate himself later, but now he had to be inside of you. It doesn't take him long to rip the rest of the flimsy lingerie off of your body. He was correct - you were dripping. Who knew his pet - someone so innocent and pure - would be so filthy for him right now. He spreads your legs, his shining eyes noticing how tight your pussy was and he feels proud of you for not allowing anyone unworthy of your purity.

You hiss, gripping your eyes shut when you feel Jungkook enter you whole. You bite your lip, trembling. Jungkook places a hand upon your cheek, his thumb rubbing it calms you. But his actions say otherwise and he wastes no time in thrusting into you at an alarming pace. As much as your body aches at the pain being caused by him - you can't love him any less.

Jungkook grunts as he fucks into you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You were wet and tight - far too tight for him to handle. You were pure for him and him only, your body belonging to him. Destined for him to take and do as he pleased. His fingernails dig into the skin of you knees as he brings them up to your shoulders, enjoying the way you clench around him with more urgency.

"Your pussy's so tight for me." Jungkook chuckles darkly, his eyes opening to look at your face. "You waited for me all this time, haven't you?"

You nod your head. You were glad the pain was subsiding and forming into pleasure. Your eyes open in time to see it - his tentacles. He hadn't brought them out in front of you in years - not unless he had to. You didn't scream or cower away - you feel them wrap around your legs, one softly around your neck while one places itself along your clit. You shake your head, arching.

"I know you love it, pet." Jungkook laughs aloud, his pounding only getting more powerful. His tentacle plays with your clit as one wraps around your nipples. "You love whatever I do to you, don't you?"

You're nodding your head, twitching. Your body didn't feel like your own - you're unsure what was happening. You didn't want his tentacles to stop pleasuring you as much as you didn't want his cock to. You feel the tears of pleasure form and slide down your cheeks. "I love you so much, Jungkook." you cry out.

Jungkook hisses. Your words were going to make him cum - but that doesn't mean he would cum for good. He had high stamina and could go for as long as you'd allow him to.

"Say it again." Jungkook hisses.

"I love you." you repeat again and again, each time earning Jungkook deeper access to your pussy. "I love you so much, master." you cry out, twitching uncontrollably. Jungkook feels the liquid hit his check, but neither him or his tentacles stop - not when he was so close to cumming himself.

"I'm going to breed you." Jungkook's eyes were bloodshot - his thrust was far too powerful for a Human to handle, yet you were taking it as well as you could. "I'm going to fill you up until you're pregnant with my heir."

The tight grip Jungkook has on your legs makes you bleed, but neither of you care. You came an excessive amount of times - overstimulation being an understatement. Your eyes are rolling and you're covered in sweat and cum (and possibly blood) - but you can't bring yourself to regret your decision to fuck Jungkook.

Jungkook cums deep inside of you, head hung low - the thoughts of you being full of his cum and soon with his child plaguing his thoughts. You would be glowing and round with the heir to the throne - a child so powerful that could even rival him as an infant.

Jungkook falls besides you, chest trying to find any air left. Who knew a Human - a virgin one at that - could make him so weak.

"Please, Prince Jungkook there must be-"

"I don't make mistakes!" Jungkook hisses. "She has pointed out your Human as the one who took advantage of her."

The man shakes his head as the Human boy is dragged out of the home. A crowd forms around the home, yet not too close to the Prince. There's whispers surrounding them, the red sky above them shining down at the pathetic Human.

You're standing besides Taehyung as Jungkook brings the dagger across the Human's neck, the crimson blood splattering on the grass below them. There's a few yelps and shrieks, but no one does anything.

The Human's body hit the ground and all Jungkook can do is spit upon him in disgust. An act against his woman would never go unpunished. He waves his hands to a few guards and they're quick to dispose of the body, pushing the crying woman away from the dead body. Jungkook reaches you, his eyes glancing around to the crowd. "And that goes for anyone who touches what's mine." he hisses.

Taehyung glances at Jimin from across from him who gives him the same amused look. He wished he would've made the bet with Namjoon when he said Jungkook would be wrapped around the Human's fingers in no time. Little did you know, Jungkook had killed and harmed far too many men in your honor - those who spoke ill of you never went unheard to the Prince.

"Let's go home." you wrap your hands around his with a small smile.

Jungkook allows you to drag him away from the quiet crowd, all eyes watching the way you appeared to tame the once irate Prince.

As you walk towards the palace, a familiar set of eyes are watching you. You see her - the same Human pet who you took advice from many times before. The same one who insisted you sleep with your master when you were young, the same woman who assisted in buying you the lingerie and who ultimately covered you in bruises to make the Prince jealous in being yours. You smile at her, nodding your head slightly and she does the same with a smirk on her lips.

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👽-𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧💋 ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

🐬-(𝐉𝐉𝐁𝐀) 𝐉𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐉𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓🌠 ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

👑 -𝗟𝗜𝗟 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗨 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧🕊️ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

🎃 -𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛 (𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗥) 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧♰ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

⛔ -𝗛𝗔𝗭𝗕𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗟 (𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗥) 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧⚜️ ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

👽-𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓🌲(CLOSED) ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

🏠 -𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗨𝗚 𝗠𝗘 𝗜'𝗠 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧🥫 (CLOSED) ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

🧸 -𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪 (𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦) 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧🎠 (CLOSED) ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

❄️ -𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧⛄ (CLOSED)

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acottonsocksims2 · 1 year

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Here is a masterlist compiling every single university related mod that I have in my Sims 2 game. This does not include hair/clothes/makeup etc. Just my mods!

Last Updated: 6/2/23

Click "keep reading" to see the entire compiled list!

Semester Changes: Substantially changes how the university semesters work. Reduces the length of university from 24 Sim days to 8 Sim days.

Cyjon’s Debugger: Contains option to sync Sims that are made in CAS, pre-mades, or otherwise don’t have the accelerated schedule to have the Semester Changes mod immediately.

Revised Majors: All the university majors have been revised so that they are actually relevant to careers.

Later Classes: Moves all morning university classes later in the day so no class starts before noon. It complements the Semester Changes mod, as it fixes the problem where you will miss the first day of your morning class.

Loan Jar: Sims can borrow money at an interest rate that defaults to 3% per day but can be set anywhere from 1% to 9%.

Young Adults Can Enjoy Maternity (and all that): Umbrella category mod that includes: aging at university, pregnancy at university, alien pregnancy at university, adopting at university, school buses at university, and a fix for the University Greek houses. *MUST HAVE MATERNITY CLOTHES FOR YA — REFER TO BELOW LINK

Young Adult Female Maternity Outfits: Necessary for pregnancy for YA Sims.

Smarter Choice of Parent for Entering College Cinematic: Better choice of parent in the opening University move-in cinematic.

Jobs in Uni. For All: Jobs on campus - for sims and pets.

Young Adults Want and Fear Work: Young adults can have wishes and fears about work: find a job, go to work, get a promotion, etc.

Stinky Dormies & Assignments Fix: Stops the ‘Do Assignment’ interaction from advertising hygiene relief to dormie sims. Will stop dormies from doing an assignment when what they really need is a shower.

No College Time Progression On Community Lots: This mod will prevent the college timer from progressing on community college lots and allow it to progress on all residential lots. This lets your students crash nightclubs and cafés as long as they want, or, if you want your Sims to get the college experience over with - stay home!

Computer Mods: Monique’s Hacked Computer (How-To Guide), Brighter Screens, Default Replacements, University Term Paper Default

New Turn Ons: This mod adds four new turn ons/offs to the game. In addition, it fixes quite a few problems with the attraction/chemistry system.

Pets at University: This mod allows young adults and university residents to do a variety of pet related actions such as adoption, selling and buying, and having wants and fears about pets.

Townie Body Diversity: With these mods installed, whenever the game makes a new townie, it will roll a die to decide whether the townie should be fat, fit or thin.

There Can Be Only One (Professor): Game will generate one rather than two professors for each major. Gender will be random.

Young Adult Walk Fix: Removes the weird Young Adult walk.

#sims 2 #sims 2 mods #mods #sims 2 mods masterlist

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impala-dreamer · 4 months

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Tourniquet - Chapter Four

A Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

Please see MASTERLIST for full info/warnings/chapter links.

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist ~ Patreon ~ Published Works

The Things She Carried

She hadn’t seen him in years.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to. God, she wanted to so badly. She wanted to run into his arms, bury her face in his chest and fall asleep. She wanted to wake up next to him, count each freckle in the golden light of dawn. She wanted it all, she wanted him.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to track him down, drive across the miles and land at his doorstep. She couldn’t imagine facing him after so long away, couldn’t bear the thought that he’d cast her away like some old trinket destined for the bin.

She couldn’t risk it. She was road-weary and drained to the point of constant pain. Every muscle ached; every bone felt hollow and brittle. She was exhausted in her soul. She was done.

Late at night she would lie awake and stare at whatever ceiling was overhead replaying her life, her choices good and bad.

Maybe things would be different if she had run away with him when they were kids. Maybe she should have crossed the little stream sooner, hidden with him in the tall grass until they could escape and disappear forever. Would life be so different? Would they be together? Alive? Would the world still be turning if not for the sacrifices he’d made?

What about the sacrifices she’d made? What about all the days she spent alone, holding herself as blood seeped through her fingers? All the times she dropped everything to be there for him, all the days she spent worrying, all the nights she spent giving him whatever he needed whenever he needed it. Would anyone even remember her when she was gone? Would he?

Fuck him. He ruined one of the most important moments in her life. He stole her chance to say goodbye. While she reeled from his kiss, tried to make sense of his affection, the only other man she had ever loved had died.

He died and she wasn’t there. He died knowing she wasn’t around.

Fuck him for that. Fuck him for sleepless nights on the phone calming him down, listening to every trial and tribulation of his life. Fuck him for miles spent rushing to his side to wrap her heart around his wounds, staunch the flow.

Fuck him for every kiss.

Fuck him for every touch.

For every fucking moment.

The boy with the green eyes.

Roswell, New Mexico, 2015.

A string of murders of suspicious nature led older residents to announce that the aliens had returned to take revenge on the naysayers and folks there only to make a buck on the sacred landing spot.

Y/N hadn’t been able to resist such a ridiculous scene and spent a week there investigating.

In the end, they were just regular old murders committed by a regular old crazy person. No demons, no ghosts, and certainly no aliens were to be found.

With nowhere else to be, she hung around the desert for a few more days, enjoying the sun and the dry air.

She almost didn’t answer the phone when it rang, but curiosity had brought her to New Mexico in the first place, so there was no reason to deny its hold.

Luckily, it wasn’t him.

It was Sam.

“Well, if it isn’t baby boy Winchester.” She laid back on the hood of her car and kicked up a knee.

“Hey, Y/N.”

He sounded terrible. Lack of sleep or too much stress, she couldn’t tell. She didn’t know Sam as well. Hadn’t studied him as closely, hadn’t learned every tick of speech, the meaning behind every subtle sigh.

Still, he didn’t sound great.

“What’s going on, Sam?”

He hesitated, swallowed hard, shifted the phone to his other ear. “I hate to ask you, I know you’re… Well, you’ve got your own thing going on, but-”

Her eyes closed, her stomach churned.

“Is he OK?” She couldn’t stop the tremble in her voice and she hated it.

Sam cleared his throat. “No. No, I don’t think so.”

“Shit.”

Last she’d heard through the grapevine, Dean had died, again, and come back as a demon. She didn’t get a call back then, so for Sam to ask for help now- it was bad.

“I think he’d, uh… really like to see you.”

The eleven-hour drive seemed endless, but it gave her time to think.

No matter what she did, he would always be a part of her. No matter how far she ran, tried to hide, he would always win out in the end. It was useless to fight it, stupid to even try.

Sam had given her directions to their place and Y/N stood outside of what looked to be an industrial hobbit hole.

She leaned on her car and stared at the hill. There was still time to turn tail and hit the highway. He’d never even know she had been there.

She fiddled with the chain around her neck, sucked on the metal pendant. It was warmed from her body heat though she always believed it got hotter when he was close.

“Damn it, Y/N/N, just go in…” She groaned and turned away, too scared to go inside. Scared or mad, she didn’t know which.

Just as she put one foot in the car, the big doors opened and Sam appeared.

He was tall and tired, with a shadow on his jaw and worry in his eyes. She wondered vaguely if she had ever seen Sam without that crease in his aura, if he’d ever been truly calm and happy.

“You gonna come in or-”

She sighed and shut the door. “How’d you know I was here?”

He shrugged and gave her a mischievous look. “I may have been tracking your phone.”

“What! Sam…”

He smiled and then pushed at the door, holding it open for her.

“You coming?”

“Well, it’d be stupid to run away now.”

She followed him into the hobbit hole and through another, heavier door. The first room was basically a dark hallway, four steps down from the outer doors and a few paces to the next. The walls were old concrete and the light was dim. She held no hope for nicer things to come.

She was very wrong.

Her little gasp echoed when she walked through the second door. The cave-like entry gave way to an expansive room that took her breath away. A wrought iron balcony met intricate stairs that wound down forever. The room below was set up with a large, map-covered table that glowed, antique computers and machines that looked as if they were sourced from a 1950’s horror movie.

Clasping the rail, Y/N leaned over a bit, trying to comprehend the size of everything but her head hurt. She looked back at Sam and shook her head, eyes wide with awe.

“You live here?”

Sam nodded and shrugged. He smiled at her wild wonder and stood beside her at the railing. “There’s more. It’s, uh- it’s a really big place.”

“Tell me you have a bowling alley or an arcade hiding somewhere in here.”

He laughed. “No, but we do have a tv. Well, I do. In my room.”

Y/N whistled, mockingly impressed. “Wow. Real rockin’ bachelor pad, Sam.”

He licked his lips and looked down at his hands. His knuckles were pale, fingers cold against the metal. “Yeah, well, we don’t get many visitors.”

She covered his hand with hers and squeezed gently. “Wanna show me the rest?”

The Men of Letters Bunker was just as impressive as he made it sound. They toured the halls while Sam explained how they came to be there, speaking candidly about his grandfather’s reappearance and how strange it was to finally have a real place to call home.

She listened to every word, now and then offering a kind word or an interested hum. Her mind was reeling at the enormity of the Bunker. She ran her fingers over the dips between the tiles on the walls, listened carefully to how Sam’s voice echoed off of the cathedral ceilings and back again. She counted their steps, tried to construct a map in her mind so that she could find her way back to the front door, but the path was full of turns and every corridor looked the same as the last. The numbers on the doors changed, however, but they weren’t in any order that she could define.

They stopped in front of door number eleven, and Sam shoved his hands into his pockets. His gaze narrowed on the gap between the door and the jam. The light inside was on, but he knew Dean wasn’t there.

“This is his room?” she asked, wanting to push her way inside but afraid to pry.

Sam cleared his throat. “Yeah.”

She placed her hand on the door and closed her eyes. She wanted to go in and wait for him, be laid out on the bed like some porn star when he walked in, but she knew better.

The kitchen was impressive in an old restaurant that had never been upgraded kinda way, but the pantry was pitiful. Thankfully, there were a few eggs in the fridge and a half of a loaf of white bread on the shelf. Sam left her to it and she got to work making an utter mess of the counter and stove.

She didn’t expect him back soon and he hadn’t expected to see her at all.

“Y/N?”

Her entire being tensed when she heard his voice and she took a breath, closed her eyes, and turned around. Spatula dripping in her hand, she screwed up a smile.

“Surprise.”

Every emotion imaginable flowed over his freckled face and Y/N waited for him to process before saying another word. Green eyes worked her over, lingering on the smudge on her cheek and the mess on her shirt.

Finally, he smiled.

“Nice surprise.”

Her body relaxed. “Is it?”

“Of course.”

Dean rushed forward, rounding the giant stainless steel island, and scooped her up into a hug.

Relief trickled down her spine and she wrapped her arms around him, pushed her face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like whiskey and sleepless nights.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He whispered into her shoulder and held on a little tighter.

He was big and strong, solid and safe. She melted into him; listened for the comforting, steady beat of his heart.

The necklace burned into her chest and she smiled.

After a minute, she pushed at his shoulders but he refused to let her go.

“You’re gonna make me burn your toast!”

He stood up straight and held her arms. “Toast? You’re making a real big mess for toast.”

She squirmed out of his grip and turned back to the stove. “It’s French.”

They sat at the little table in the corner and drowned the snack in maple syrup and butter.

Y/N couldn’t stop staring at him. His face was thin; his beard slowly sneaking out of captivity. His eyes were dark, lined with red, and he held himself differently, as if every second was painful, as if he was having trouble sitting still.

He was staring just as hard, shocked that she was there after being gone for so long.

“Your hair’s different,” he said around a mouthful of French toast.

She cocked her head and ran a hand through her locks. “I guess,” she laughed. “It’s been a while since I cut it. Probably should.”

Dean shook his head gently. “Nah. I like it.”

It wasn’t even really a compliment but she took it as one. Her stomach flipped and she hated herself for enjoying such a tiny amount of attention. She was older now, wiser, stronger. She didn’t need his approval or his affection.

“Thanks.”

“This is…nice. Thank you for cooking.”

Y/N laughed and choked down a corner. “It’s terrible and you know it.”

Dean shrugged and took another forkful to his lips. “It ain’t that bad.” He shoveled it in and then cringed, plucked a crunchy bit from his tongue. “I… think there’s shell in this one.”

She grinned. “I’m surprised there’s not more, actually. You know I’m a shitty cook.”

He laughed. “Always have been.”

“It’s kinda my thing.”

A strange moment passed between them like an autumn breeze. The air was warm but the wind was too harsh, chilling their cheeks. Y/N looked away, crossing her arms and rubbing her hands up the sides. Dean swallowed and sat back; knife and fork in his fists beside the plate.

“So, how ya been?”

Y/N looked around, pretending to inspect the kitchen walls, but only trying to buy herself time to think up an answer.

“Oh, you know me, Dean. Another day, another highway, another monster to kill.”

He licked a drop of syrup from his lip. “Musta been busy.”

She nodded. “Yeah, pretty busy.”

“Too busy to answer a text? Pick up the phone now and then?”

Her guts churned. “Dean, it’s not like that…”

He slumped forward, set his forearms on the table. “Oh, it’s like that. You vanished, Y/N/N.”

His tone was biting and she shivered.

“Dean-”

“You just took off. No goodbye, nothing.”

Anger was brewing inside and her leg bounced uncontrollably under the table. “Dean.”

“We burned him. Without you.”

Something inside of her shattered. The words cut through her like a scythe; his tone burned like salt in the sliced flesh. She clenched her jaw, closed her eyes, and tried to push it all aside.

“You left,” he seethed, upper lip trembling and exposing his tiny canine teeth. She always thought they looked like fangs, always loved the way they scraped across her throat. “We burned him and you weren’t there. I- we needed you and you left. You ran away to God knows where and that was it. We needed you, Y/N. I… I needed you.”

With fists balled, she stood up, spun away from the table. She bit her tongue so hard she was sure her mouth would fill with blood.

Dean laughed sarcastically. “Yeah. Walk away again. That’s awesome.”

Her spine twitched. Nails dug into her palms.

She tasted blood.

“So fucking good at walking away when people need you.”

She snapped.

“Excuse me?”

Her spin around was so fast, her hands slammed onto the table so hard that Dean startled and dropped his utensils. Unconsciously, he sat back, putting as much distance between him and the lioness he’d just unleashed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Her words curled but there was no question. She was giving him a speck of a chance to apologize before she truly exploded. “Well… are you?”

Dean sucked his teeth, crossed his arms, sat forward. He met her gaze head on. His nostrils flared.

“You left,” he said again, slowly, venomously.

Y/N pulled in a deep breath but instead of calming her, it only added to the fire. “You didn’t ask me to stay, Dean.”

He shook his head, confused. “Huh?”

“You didn’t ask me to stay, Dean,” she said again, injecting as much slashing accusation into her voice as she could. “You never do. You expect me to show up whenever you want me, drop whatever I’m doing to come meet you somewhere so you can fuck your frustrations out on me then kick me out of bed in the morning. Do you know how many bruises I have from tripping over the curb when you drive away? How many nights I’ve stayed awake worrying about you? Praying for you? Not to mention all the nights I had to stay on the phone with you while you blubbered on about this and that, and your brother, and your angel, and your destiny. Do you know how much of my life I’ve spent waiting on a fucking phone call from you? How many days I’ve wasted just hoping you’d ask to see me? You can’t imagine it. You wouldn’t. Because you don’t care.”

Anger and guilt flooded his face. He swung his legs around from under the table and stood up, towering over her with a puffed chest and searing eyes.

“You think I don’t care about you?” He hunched his shoulders, leaning down to let it all sink in. “Is that really what you think?”

She took a step closer. She wouldn’t back down no matter his size or the angry fire pulsing off of him. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Yeah, Dean,” she said sharply. “It is. Because it’s fucking true. You don’t give a shit about me, you never have. I’m just a goddamned Band-Aid for you. Something you put on when you’ve got a booboo and then rip off and toss away. And the one time I needed you. The one fucking time…”

Dean was seeing red; his blood was boiling and brightening his pallid face.

“When? When the fuck did you need me so badly!”

She grit her teeth, showed her fangs for once. “He was my father, Dean.”

He scoffed. “No. He wasn’t.”

“Fuck you for saying that! He was my father the same as, if not more so than he was yours and he died while I was in the dark wondering how I could help you. You! You fucked me up in that hospital room and then you left me alone to deal with it. And he died while I was in there! He died and I wasn’t there because I was dealing with you!”

Dean straightened, but he didn’t move to speak. He only absorbed her ire and let it burn inside of him.

“Always dealing with you! My whole goddamned life revolves around Dean Winchester! And you know what I got for all the care and time and worry I poured into you? Nothing. I get fucking nothing. I have never been so lost as when he died and you… You didn’t ask me to stay. Didn’t… didn’t check on me. The only calls I got were from you begging me to help with Sam and to meet you in Oswego for a fucking booty call. That’s all I am to you. I’m your fucking whore.”

He huffed, chewed his lip. “That is not true!”

She wouldn’t stop, couldn’t. The simple act of raising her voice, of confronting him after everything had opened a tap that she couldn’t close.

“And you spent a whole goddamned fucking year with her. A year! I didn’t even know if you were alive, dead, nothing. You promised to call me. You swore. And nothing. You went to her. You- did you even think of me? Did you even think, ‘oh, maybe I’ll go be with Y/N for a while’? Well? Did you?”

His eyes closed. “No, Y/N. I didn’t.”

“I have given you years of my life and you’ve just… Fuck, I don’t even know if you take me for granted or if you don’t even notice if I’m around or not. I honestly don’t know.”

She turned away, exhausted and aching.

She couldn’t see the way he rubbed at the curse on his arm, didn’t notice the rage glowing in his eyes. She didn’t feel the danger because she never felt it around him. She could scream all she wanted, but she knew Dean wouldn’t hurt her.

“If you hate me so goddamn much, why are you even here? Huh? What, did Sammy call you? Tell you I wasn’t doin’ so well?”

Each word snapped at her like kitchen shears and Y/N spun back around.

“Fuck you, Dean.”

As tears fell, she raised her right hand, ready to slap him hard; show him she wasn’t fooling around.

The Mark swelled on his arm and shot demonic power into his veins.

Dean grabbed her wrist before she made contact with his cheek and took two steps forward, forcing her backwards into the wall. He slammed her hand onto the plaster and followed suit with her left hand. She gasped, scared but daring him, and he sneered down at her.

“Don’t. Fucking. Ever. Hit me.”

The Mark glowed beside her head and she looked from it to him, stuck and devastated.

“Do you hear me!”

Strength pulsed through him and Dean lifted her away from the wall only to crush her back into it.

Her eyes blurred, her head ached; her ears rang.

“Dean-”

“You think you know anything about me? You don’t know what I’ve been through! You haven’t been around!”

His grip tightened on her wrists and she felt the bone in the right twist.

“Dean! You’re hurting me!”

It seemed he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t let the anger dim. His breath came out in heavy pants through tight lips and clenched teeth; his eyes were like lasers targeting her arteries and setting him up for the kill.

“Dean!”

Another tear trekked down her cheek and it caught his attention.

Dean blinked quickly, clearing his head, and then backed away. He dropped her hands and covered his face, turned his back on her.

Y/N couldn’t move.

Silence filled the room and their heads. Guilt ravaged their bodies.

Her knees gave out and she slid down the wall, slumped to the floor.

When she could finally speak, her voice was small and pathetic and she hated herself even more.

“I… I’m sorry, Dean.”

Calmer now, Dean turned to find her in a heap on the floor and sank down as well. “Don’t be sorry, Y/N/N. I… fuck. Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head and sat up straight, kicked her knees up to her chest.

He crawled to her, tried to lay a hand on her knee, but she flinched away.

“Shit,” he hissed. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/N let out a hard breath and let her shoulders fall. She trusted him. She didn’t trust that thing on his arm.

She nodded toward it. “Is it really bad?”

He rolled up his sleeve and showed off his brand. Curious and horrified, she unfurled herself and leaned in, running a careful finger across the Mark. The flesh was hot, the skin raised and rough. She covered it with her hand and looked up into his face.

“I can’t take it much more,” he whispered. “It’s gonna take over and I don’t wanna go back there.”

Her heart hurt. “You don’t have to let it take you. You’re strong. You’re so fucking strong, Dean. So brave. So good.”

He smiled softly and bent over; kissed her hand.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

She sniffed back the tears and reached for him.

“I coulda just kept my mouth shut,” she confessed.

Dean lay his head on her shoulder and tugged her close. “No. You shouldn’t have to. I’ll be better, I promise.”

“You don’t have to be better, Dean.” She turned inwards and pressed her lips to his ear. “You just have to be you.”

His arms closed a little tighter, he breathed a little slower.

“I really don’t deserve you, you know that?”

She sighed and rubbed at the nape of his neck.

“Shut up, Dean.”

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