Not Quite The Same Part 2

Not quite the same – Part 2

Pairing: Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook x Dog Hybrid!Reader

Summary: You had always thought that your home with your family was the final stop. After your owners abandon you and a storm drives you into the nearby forest, you think things can’t get any worse. At least until you run right into the arms of a pack of wolves.

Genre: Hybrid AU; angst, smut, fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Feeling lonely, a little bit of angst

Word Count: 5K

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A/N: Thank you so so much for the feedback on the first chapter! I’m seriously blown away! It makes me happy to see that you enjoy hybrid stories just as much as I do. I hope you’ll like this chapter as well! Things are still moving slowly, but she meets the pack, so I hope the others are a bit more welcoming than Namjoon 👀 As always, if you enjoyed this chapter, please let me know! I’m happy to hear your thoughts!

When you regained consciousness at some point, the first thing you noticed was the incredible warmth that surrounded you. A smile spread across your face as you pulled your blanket to your chin and stretched your body. Your nose tickled as the smell of dinner hit your nostrils. Any moment you would hear the footsteps of your owners coming up the stairs to tell you dinner was ready. 

But those footsteps didn’t come. 

So you opened your eyes and immediately froze. This was not your room. You looked down and realized that it wasn’t your blanket either, which you had your fingers firmly clutched in. You kicked it off with your feet and with horror your eyes fell on the unfamiliar clothes that covered your body. A pair of gray sweatpants, too long and too wide, with an equally too large t-shirt hanging over them, reaching almost to your thighs, as you realized when you carefully got up from the bed. 

Your bare feet tapped across the wooden floor and on your way to the door you glanced at the other bed. To your relief it was empty. Very slowly you pushed the handle down and whispering voices reached your ears as you carefully opened the door. 

“We don’t know who she is.” Namjoon’s voice was the first one you clearly understood as you reached the top of the stairs leading down. 

“I have to agree with Namjoon,” said a voice you didn’t recognize. You stopped on the first step to listen further. “She could have been sent by anyone.”

“Why would anyone send a hybrid into this forest? A hybrid like her on top of that?” another voice said, “She’s a retriever. I heard from Mike that people practically snatch retrievers out of their hands because they’re so popular.”

“Then why is she here without her owner?”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to cry. You asked yourself the same question. 

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All That Glitters | Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Soft(ish) Yandere Jimin x  Reader 

Word Count: 19k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Touching, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Abandonment Issues, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not By Jimin), Tsundere Reader, Insinuation of Smut (It’s spicy just not very descriptive),Bullying 

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: With the sudden news that you are set to inherit a fortune after the passing of a distant relative you are ready to become an heiress. The only problem is that there is a clause in the contract: in order to receive your inheritance you must be married. So, who better to marry than your high school stalker?

A/N: It’s 3 in the morning and I’m exhausted. This is still the condensed version of the fic. I should have just made it a two part series. Let me know if you would prefer I cut this fic in half and post them as two parts, whatever is more digestible. THIS IS UNEDITED - I will edit it today after I get some sleep so please bare with me and the most likely embarrassing grammar mistakes. Okay, I love you, I can’t wait to see you in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Note: It is not specified where the fic takes place, the school system suggests South Korea but the MC’s job suggests America (the job is a vent piece about my old job) so let’s pretend this stupid car wash chain exists in SK 😂

You let out a deep, tired sigh as you toed your shoes off. Everything was hurting from the arches of your feet to the bend of your shoulders. 

Each day had become utterly boring and utterly the same. It had been another long day of work, longer than you had ever imagined in your youth. When you were younger you had expected so much more of yourself. You had thought by now, at the ripe age of twenty-six, you would have had a high power career, an apartment with a view of the city, and perhaps a boyfriend…or two. 

But life had punched you square in the gut and body slammed you with a reality check. You had spent four years in undergrad slowly accumulating mass amounts of student debt before deciding you hadn’t had enough and wasted four more years in graduate school. You had been lulled into a false sense of comfort. All your life you had been told that you were to go to college, get a degree, and then get a “real” job. You had been dismayed to learn that despite all of your efforts you never secured a job for yourself after graduation. 

In fact, even now you didn’t have the job you had worked so hard for. Instead, you were busting your ass working a minimum wage job catering to ungrateful customers who had been fortunate enough to enter the job market twenty or even thirty years before you who all believed that they deserved your undivided attention and service. 

You were just barely managing nowadays. Your apartment was more of a closet than an apartment. Everything was confined to one room, kitchen, dining, and bedroom, all except for the bathroom. You had a faucet that never stopped leaking and the oddest stains on the wall that you refused to question anymore. To put it plain and simple, you were fucking miserable. 

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im speechless at this ending. it went so much differently than how i thought it would go and the results are amazing! this story is definitely one of my favorites <3

otherworldly ~ coraline!au (pt.3)

PAIRING ~ jimin x reader

GENRE ~ horror/thriller

WORD COUNT ~ 20K

SUMMARY ~ when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.

WARNINGS ~ profanity, ANGST, relationship struggles, kidnapping, general creepiness, guilt tripping, spiders, violence, mentions of starvation, minor body mutilation, insects, restraints, blood, rats, non-graphic body horror, slight gore, needles/impalement, referenced medical horror, slight injury, jimin is a creep, dub-con kiss.

A/N ~ thank you for your patience!! I hope you like it :)

PART 1 PART 2

The floorboards aren’t enough to ground you. Not when your heart is about to pound out of your rib cage, shaking hands scrabbling for purchase on something solid, something real.

How does one ground themselves after crawling out of hell?

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“Yoongi likes to pretend that he only lets you fuck him because you are the one who wanted it. You are hellbound on showing him that you have long seen past his lies.” 

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut 

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, slightly bratty!Yoongi, pegging, anal fingering, prostate massages, rimjob, blowjob, biting kink, hand holding, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasms, male squirting (yes that’s a thing look it up), kitten as a nickname, corruption kink, dirty talk, he likes to pretend that he isn’t a fan of it just so she can fuck him harder, breaking news he is very into it and also very sensitive, he’s sleepy afterwards & it’s cute

Wordcount: 5.9k

a/n: This idea blossomed in my mind after I mentioned SA!Yoongi’s sensitive butt in the piano teacher story. This is my tribute to this idea 🥴💗

You and Yoongi are in a bit of a situation tonight. It started off weeks ago when you tried to touch his butt during a blowjob but he pretended not to like it. It then haunted you for countless nights until it finally became unbearable. 

Which leads us to the situation of tonight. The night was cold and dark, but inside Yoongi’s bedroom it was warm and cozy. The fireplace was lit as were the candles on his impressive collection of candlesticks. The air smelled like the roses you picked for him in the greenhouse this morning. They were pink and Yoongi accepted them with a flustered expression.  Your body enjoyed the freedom of being nude. Yoongi enjoyed it too. It was a precious sight, one you don’t get to see often and also one that only you get to see. You treasure it greatly. You know the trust he puts in you by giving himself to you in such vulnerable ways. And truly, Yoongi was such a beautiful man.

Especially when he is underneath you and has his legs spread and is in the middle of taking two of your heavily lubed-up fingers up his ass.

You stare at his face with widened eyes, moving your fingers in and out of him just to test the waters. He feels nice. Warm and really soft and his rim is squeezing you nicely. 

“How’s that?” you ask him. 

“Not bad”, he says, carrying a neutral expression. 

You were the one to convince him about tonight. Yoongi told you that he will do it, just so he can prove to you that he isn’t into it. And you told him that you will prove to him that he was just pretending. Thirty minutes later and now here you were. 

Yoongi on his back and with his head supported by the finest of pillows as he takes two fingers. And you between his legs and with your heart racing as you feed him said fingers.

You do it more, moving in and out of him until your fingertip is the only thing still keeping him stuffed. Pretty, but prettier when buried inside. You glide back inside quickly, watching out for any change of expression with him. 

You repeat it. And repeat it again and again until it finally turns into a skilled pattern. 

“And that?”

“Mhm yeah, it’s okay”, he says nonchalantly. 

This is so suspicious. Yoongi is a little bit too nonchalant about the situation. You know that type of behaviour. It’s what he always does when he likes something a lot, but he doesn’t want to show it. 

You curl your finger. Yoongi sucks in air, looking blissed-out for just a second before he gains back control. 

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Ghosted

OT7 x Reader

Summary 

Y/N is a young struggling author in New York, having gone through thick and thin she loses her inspiration to write and is now no longer able to publish upcoming novels. Having just received an eviction notice to her small, old, and worn down apartment. She also receives documents informing her about the inheritance she’s received from her grandfather. An old, abandoned mansion in France's countryside. Having no other option available to her, she decides to move into the ominous building. Unaware of the seven pairs of eyes observing her, invisible to the human eye, as a plot to relieve a curse plaguing seven men is set into motion.

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Y/N hated the rain, the subtle trickling down bus windows or the small patting noise it made whenever it hit the concrete streets of New York. Whenever tourists visit the concrete jungle that was this city, many people tend to forget the less modern and lavish part of the state. East Harlem for instance, which is exactly where Y/N lived. Going up the steps of her apartment, grabbing her key and opening her door. She glanced at the mail that had been haphazardly thrown onto her floor, bending down to pick it up before locking the door. A small, heavy sigh left her lips as she looked at her apartment. Small little droplets had begun seeping through the ceiling, puddles beginning to form on her wooden floors. Without much to say, she walked over to the sink and opened its bottom cabinet. Grabbing the few buckets and bowls she usually stored there for this exact problem, she quickly set up her apartment to be rain appropriate before flopping onto the couch. 

“I need a break.” She muttered, feeling bitter about how awful her day had been. Not only did she get yelled at by some elderly women at the grocery store for something she didn't even do, her manager scolded her afterwards as well. To make matters even worse, it had begun raining while she was heading home from work, making her apartment cold and wet. 

If only she still had time to write, but there was nothing she had left. Money was certainly tight at the moment, and she's barely even been able to pay rent. There wasn’t much time left to write. Loosely letting her eyes skim over the few letters in her hand, her eyebrows knitted together as she opened a letter from her landlord. An eviction notice greeting her rather casually, she could just imagine her landlord's grin as she sent off the letter. 

On a more convenient note, a letter from her father was also present. It was packed with information, condolences, inheritance, and a plane ticket to France. Having read the letter, Y/N grieved the loss of her grandfather. He was a very busy man, and they only shared memories from when she was young. But those sweet, short moments, she held close to her heart. Her father must’ve predicted her hesitance to visit her grandfather's manor, which she had inherited, so he had been adamant on her not wasting the money he spent on the plane ticket. 

“It's better than this dump..” It was easier to just move on then to cling to certain aspects of her life. It wasn’t like her apartment and life was worth staying for. With her decision being final, the next few days moved on like a blur. 

She gave in her final notice to her current employer, talked to her landlord, and packed her belongings. It wasn't much, mostly because she didn't own much. Everything she got could fit into one, large navy blue suitcase. One of those add-on strap buckles wrapped securely around it, sure most people used shell suitcases now but this one was a clear hand me down. Having given her luggage away, she went through the security check without a complaint. Now sitting at her terminal, she tapped her boots together as she stared at them.

Everything was changing now, whether she liked to admit that or not. New people, new friends and enemies. It was both an exciting and utterly terrifying feeling, stepping directly into the unknown. The thought brought a heaviness to her shoulders, her body almost insisting to stay seated in the thin leathery seats provided by each terminal.  But then it became boarding time, and her body was still frozen in its place. “Now boarding group C, everyone in group C please come to the front so we may proceed with boarding.” A honeyed voice called out through the speakers, with a glance to her side it wouldn’t have taken a genius to see the fakeness in her tone and smile. She almost felt sorry for her, having to travel in small platform heels, a tight skirt, and cheery red lipstick that no doubt smudged onto her teeth every now and then. All the while her hair was tied into such a tight bun it practically gave her a face lift, it must be the most euphoric feeling to be able to take everything off once their shifts are over. 

“Last call for group C!” The stewardess called out once more, which was the last encouragement she needed to finally get up. Her brown backpack hanging loosely off her left shoulder, she grabbed her phone and scanned her boarding pass before entering the plane. Once seated and her bag snuggly stored underneath the seat in front of her, she turned to look out the window. Mentally preparing for a seven hour flight, she adjusted her neck pillow, pulled her sleeping mask over her eyes, and put on her headphones. Then, she dozed off to sleep.

“Miss.. excuse me, Miss?” A sweet voice called out to her, followed by someone carefully shaking her shoulder. Waking up from her sleep, Y/N was quick to pull her sleeping mask off to look towards the stewardess who had woken her. “Pardon me Miss, but please put your seat up as we prepare for landing.” The woman hummed, before continuing to walk down the aisle. Landing? Oh, right. She had fallen asleep earlier, but she usually never slept through her entire flight. With a sigh, she put up her seat and packed up while they lowered onto French soil. Landing was always the worst part of traveling, if the unbearable pain in her ears wasn’t enough the unmanageable screeching from nearby toddlers and babies wasn’t exactly her favourite either. But with a bump to the plane, its wheels finally touched the ground as the pilot hit the breaks. A few minutes afterwards, people were finally allowed to leave. Grabbing her bag and proceeding to get her suitcase, Y/N eventually stood outside of the airport. 

The good part about busy airports is the designated line for taxis, no one had to compete or call out for one. It was a rather organized affair really, giving the address of her destination while putting her luggage in the trunk, she was soon off on her way to her new home. 

Three short yet utterly agonizing hours later, Y/N paid her taxi driver before getting out of the car. Heaving a heavy breath of fresh air, she rested her hands on her knees as she crouched over. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick…” She muttered, taking a few minutes before finally straightening up. Her eyes finally got the chance to travel along the unfamiliar landscape, a large metal gate standing in front of here. It was partially overgrown by vines who had wrapped themselves around the iron bars, growing more dense where the gate met two stone pillars. “Gosh, why did they let this place get so run down?” 

Sure, Grandpa was fairly old and couldn't exactly take care of the gardening himself, but didn’t he hier gardners? Pushing the gate open, it let out a horrible high-pitched whine, the joints probably being rusted. Now having entered the property, a stone pebbled path leads towards the entrance of the manor. A wide circle leaving room for a water fountain in its center, but a few steps closer revealed an algae soaked paradise instead of a lavish status symbol. “Gross.” 

Y/N scrunched up her nose, walking past the entrance and finally pushing open the two large mahogany front doors. Her hopes about the front yard being the only place neglected soon vanished as her eyes soaked up the sight of her surroundings. Furniture was covered in long white linen sheets, while dust covered the floor like a soft blanket. “Grandpa, when did you last step foot into this place, wasn’t this your home?” Odd. That’s how she’d describe her new home, the floorboards creaked occasionally, and her soft footsteps echoed throughout the entire manor. Exploring was her new objective, abandoning her luggage by the entrance hall, she walked down one of the halls to her left. 

Perhaps it was just the dirty atmosphere, but something felt unnerving about walking around. Her gut tugged itself into knots as she discovered the kitchen, dining hall, a storage closet, and a few other abandoned rooms. Her bedroom seemed to be on the second floor, a grand staircase covered in red carpet leading towards the next layer of her home. The house had an odd number of rooms, places that seemed to lack from her childhood memory. Returning to her luggage, she dragged her suitcase up the stairs and into her new bedroom. “With a little care, I’m sure this place will grow more comfortable in no time.” She sighed, rolling up her sleeves as she walked over to her balcony doors. Swinging them open carelessly, the view of the back garden was just as saddening as the front. 

It looked disastrous, as if someone had meant to restore a wild habit for some jungle animal. But with the chirping of the birds, their distant singsong voices dancing around her garden, the evening breeze kissing her skin. She smiled, an odd welcomed peacefulness washing over her. “Better leave now before it gets too late.” She muttered, swinging around and closing the glass doors behind her. Shuffling through her bag to grab her wallet, she made her way towards the door. 

A freezing, sudden flash of wind hit her. Her skin flaring into a display of goosebumps as she swung around, her eyes locked on the sight of the closed balcony windows. As fast as the feeling appeared, it vanished just as quickly. “I'm starting to freak myself out.”  She shuddered, rubbing her arms as she walked out of her room and down the halls. The lingering feelings of being watched made her uneasiness grow, all the horror movies she’s seen now replaying in her mind. 

“Stop it! The wind was just a draft from the balcony, stop freaking yourself out Y/N.” She coached herself, continuing to walk. The walls seemed to linger after her, her steps quickening as she hurried down the stairs and swung open the front door. She let out a breath of relief as she was outside, hurrying off to leave the property for now. Making her way down the gravel streets as she walked into town, it wasn’t even comparable to the hectic life in New York, but the calmness of the evening seemed almost reassuring.

Small couples were taking their evening walk, mostly edler people if she inspected them closer, chatting contently to their significant other. They waved, the sight of an unfamiliar face most likely being connected to a newcomer. Compared to her home, the town looked so neatly organized, bushes being trimmed to a subtle state of perfection, flowers being arranged to show how complementary their colors were. It looked magnificent. 

Further down the street, there was a decently sized grocery store Y/N was glad to enter. She grabbed a few necessities, such as food and drinks before being held up in the cleaning aisle. The place was an utter mess, so she definitely had to get something reusable. Her hand rested on her chin, her foot tapping onto the floor anxiously as she pondered over her options. 

“I’ve never seen someone look so seriously at a bunch of cleaning products.” A honeyed, but rather raspy voice commented, amusement evident in her tone. Looking to her side to follow the voice, a gentle looking elderly woman greeted her. Her back was slightly hunched, a small floral dress covering her while her short grey hair put into neat curls. 

“Oh, I’ve got a lot of cleaning to do. I’ve just moved in and the place is a mess.” She smiled, looking at the woman who covered her mouth with her gloved hand to hide her giggle. “Oh dear, it seems like you have your hands full. Well, let me give you a suggestion if you don’t mind. I’ve had to clean up my fair share of messes too,” She chuckled, as if a memory flashed before her that was deeply amusing. “This mop is great for wooden floors and tiles, and this duster is washable so you can reuse it too. For actual cleaners..” She mumbled, walking further along the aisle while Y/N moved to pick out the suggested items and add them to her cart. “These ones will do, they’ve even managed to get rid of the messes my grandson makes.” She hummed, and added them to the cart as well. 

“Thank you, this is my first time owning a home so I really appreciate the help.” Y/N hummed, smiling at the kind lady. “Oh well, welcome to our humble town. It might not be much, but the people really share a sense of community here. I'm sure a little fine missy such as yourself will fit right in.” The woman giggled, “What street do you live on now? My house on Oakland is always open to visitors. I’m sure my grandson will be stoked to meet you!” She smiled, while you couldn’t quite shake off the feeling of her trying to hook you up.

A polite smile grazed your lips, “Thank you, I’ll be sure to visit soon then. I live on Grand Rue.” 

As if you had said something awful, the ladys bright sunny expression was now clouded. A look of deep unsettlement tugging at her lips, a seriousness washing over her that deeply unsettled you. “Oh my, I didn’t know they let anyone live there.” She mumbled, scanning over you rather quickly. “My dear, please take care of yourself. That please is rumored too..” She trailed off, as if a mental dilemma sparked inside her. Whether to warn you or let you return to your home in peace. 

But the seeds of anxiousness had already bloomed within you, and your curious eyes wouldn’t dare to waver now. “Rumored to?” You inferred, wanting her to go on.

“Be haunted.” The elderly woman whispered. 

Huh, you couldn’t help but lean back with a sigh. You had expected something more, well, frightening. Like a murder or missing person report, but you didn’t believe in ghosts. There was a scientific explanation for everything, at least that’s what you told yourself. 

“Oh, I’ll be careful then.” You hummed, waving the woman off as you rushed to the checkout. As much as you had liked interacting with the kind woman, she clearly had some screws loose to act so horrified by some simple rumors. 

Paying for your items and carrying your bags up the streets towards your home, the sun was beginning to set. Cooling the air and covering everything in an orange hue, a rather pretty sight. By the time you had arrived at the front gate, you once again push open the doors and glance at your home. 

The unfamiliar sight of yellow lights illuminating your bedroom strikes a sense of uneasiness deep into your core. You don’t remember leaving the lights on. 

hard liquor | myg. (m)

➵ summary: your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

➵ pairing: executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader

➵ genre: business!au, age gap!au (5 years), smut, pwp

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 8k

➵ warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing, explicit sexual content, pussy fondling, semi-public fingering, exhibitionism, humiliation, dry-humping, begging, titty sucking, marking, manhandling, dirty talk, elevator sex, tipsy sex (consensual), cum-eating, impregnation kink, creampie <3

➵ a/n: HELLOO THIS FIC IS FINALLY HERE!! thank you endlessly to everyone who’s patiently waited and shown support for this before it was even written, i hope it reads well!! 🥺 a million thank you’s to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!! your feedback is always appreciated <3

“One more sangria, please.” 

“Haven’t you had enough of those?” 

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