The Comforts Of Creatures (1)

the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to…protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

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part 1: the rescue

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Hi! Can I pls be added to your permanent tag list? I LOVE your writing! ❤️😊

yes of course babe!! that's so flattering and sweet thank you so much! I hope you'll enjoy my future works :)

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I enjoyed reading this so much!! I completely relate to the mc and her insecurities and I love the way @miscelunaaa puts it into words perfectly! I love yoongi’s characterization and their interactions. and the angst is oh so delicious! I’m such a slut for mutual oblivious pining. excited to read part 2!

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ok listen just hear me out for one second, the section about the steam wand made me immediately think about a tiktok where a barista is like “things that seem inappropriate at work: cleaning the steam wand” and then he proceeds to jack the steam wand off with a rag I CAN’T HELP IT I’M SORRY

“weird, he answered after two rings” 😏😏 tee hee

I find it so cute how they call the new baristas their babies 😢

“you thought you’d been stone cold about this crush; that you’d been nothing but professional and courteous. instead you’d gotten caught by all of your coworkers. how had they even known you were staring? you were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible by doing cleaning tasks!” IF THIS AIN’T ME

“yes. literally everyone knows. even regulars. the cute little old guy who brings in his newspaper every morning? he’s asked me about it, and how could I lie to him? seokjin, that hot dilfy lawyer? he knows. he ships the shit out of y’all. he says that when y’all get married he’ll give you a discount on your wills and powers of attorney.” this is hilarious I am all the way here for oblivious mutual pining that is so obvious to others

I love the way you describe the mc’s insecurities and the way she deflects. it’s a great insight into the way she thinks and creates a nice background for angst ☺️

“jimin, if that floor back there isn’t sparkling, i’m making you lick it clean.” he gives you a simpering look of mockery. “promise?” bro 😂

“there’s no way this man would be into someone like you; not with your ample figure and your jaded attitude.” I feel like it’s rarely mentioned how being/feeling overweight can lead to you developing this negative mindset that just affects almost everything that you do, and how it makes you self-deprecate so often that those around you start to feel weird. and then you start to feel bad about feeling bad and it’s just this vicious cycle you know? love how you touched on this!

“I appreciate that. and I ... I appreciate you.” he murmurs the words, but he’s so close you hear them loud and clear.” hehehehehehe 😏

“in a blink, yoongi has his hands on the counter on either side of your hips, and he’s leaning into your space even further.” YESSSSS I’m such a slut for the arm cage thing

“can I kiss you?” asking 👏 for 👏 consent 👏 is 👏 sexy 👏

“it’s as if he really does want you.” “that this was too much? that someone like him being attracted to you felt like a lie? a cruel joke?” ouchie 😢 this is perfectly put, really captures the essence of the internal monologue and the disbelief and internalized negative self talk

“isn’t this the dream? to have some beautiful man who is way out of your league decide that you are in fact, contrary to your preconceived notions, within his league? if this is the dream, then why does it hurt like this?” THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. it’s so weird to be with someone who you are convinced is too good for you! and even though you have them it still hurts cause you just have all this self hate. I’ve never read something that puts this feeling into words so well!

“your thoroughness is so attractive to him. it’s something he’d immediately noticed about you.” I love this detail, it shows how when you like someone you find very specific things about them attractive

“places a hand at the small of your back” *feral snarling*

“that you have a magnetic strip instead of a knife block—or worse, a drawer—” me, keeping my knives in a drawer: 🙃

“fuck, it’s so sexy that you know exactly what you’re doing both here. he loves it when someone works with confidence.” yessss this is so true! I totally think yoongi would find this attractive too

I love how yoongi cleans up and leaves a sweet note

I love the interactions between the two of them! great job author I’m so ready to read more!

give yourself a try 1 | myg

pairing: yoongi x plus-sized female reader

genre: colleagues to lovers, angst, smut, mutual pining, coffee shop au

summary: You’ve got an enormous crush on Yoongi, the machine tech, and, if Jimin is to be believed, the feeling is mutual. A broken espresso machine and a snow storm are all it takes to bring everything crashing down around you.

rating: 18+ for sexual content and difficult subject matter. Minors: Do Not Interact.

word count: 9.6k

warnings: frequent POV changes. reader is insecure about her body and has a lot of internalized fatphobia. thirst. mutual pining. making out in public. yoongi’s hands. melt downs and panic attacks. awkward silences. reader is bad at feelings. swearing. hinted/referenced angsty back story. reader is skilled but neurotic in the kitchen and it’s a very big turn on for a certain machine tech. more warnings to come with second part.

notes: I started writing this fic during the Made by BTS merch drops because I, among others, felt excluded by the clothing sizes offered. There’s a lot that goes into garment manufacture and sizing and design; I could legitimately write an essay on this. But now isn’t the time for an essay. Today, we’re going to focus on breaking down some personal walls. This shit might be heart-heavy for some, so tread with care. This is the most vulnerable thing I have ever written; I hope you find something worthwhile here.

notes 2: An enormous thank you to the possums, especially @reliablemitten and @thatlongspringnight, who have been here every step of the way for the writing of this fic. And then another huge thank you to Husbeard for beta-reading and also putting up with me as I became progressively more anxious with the approaching posting time. I would not be here without the support of these incredible people. I owe them so much and hope to return their kindnesses in kind some day.

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With the way that your boss talked about this machine, you thought it was destined to be the perfect piece of equipment. No unreliable bells and whistles, no finicky cleaning or maintenance, not fusses, nothing. Just a beautiful machine that hummed along with the ebb and flow of customers.

But of course, this wasn’t the case at all. This new machine had been your worst enemy and nightmare wrapped into one sleek fifteen thousand dollar package.

You’ve only been working in this shop for a few months. Were it not for the convenient location and the fact that it paid unusually well, you would have likely quit already. Instead, you’d been able to get off your friend’s couch and rent the tiny corner unit down the hall. All the while, you and your small cohort of coworkers continued to press on, knowing full well that even if the owner was incompetent, at least you had each other.

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the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to...protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

series masterlist → next part

part 1: the rescue

Something seizes inside your chest. That’s the only word your sluggish brain can muster to describe it: something, foreign yet familiar at the same time.

After so many days—days? hours? weeks?—of feeling nothing but drowned sensations, it feels like a sledgehammer to the gut.

The sheer force of it wrenches a choked gasp from your lips, and it’s the loudest sound you’ve heard in a long while. One hand reaches up to clutch at your heart, the other gripping your forehead where a violent throbbing pounds at your skull.

The intensity makes you scramble along the stone floor until your back hits the wall, the only other thing in the room that can be used to ground you.

This...thing, it grips you harder than the cold, tighter than the hunger in the pit of your stomach.

Stinging tears brim in your eyes. Even though you’re alone in the room, something else, a deep something, tells you to choke them back before someone sees. Before the pain that always follows when you let them fall past your lids.

The thing feels like hope, desperate and burning white-hot. It feels like warmth and a sigh of relief.

It feels like something he would punish you for. Because things like you aren’t meant to feel things this good.

What sounds like an explosion reverberates through the thick concrete walls. The floor trembles. You can hear people screaming, guards shouting orders over the pound of footsteps.

The sensation in your chest continues to build, unbearably so, until the tendons in your lungs feel close to tearing.

The sound of shouting and fast footfalls begins to fade, moments later replaced by ones much louder, heavier, faster.

Gunshots in the distance, one after the other. Then a deafening roar. A nonhuman roar.

It’s all so loud. The noise presses against you from all angles, closing in until you can almost feel its weight.

You cup your hands around your ears, squeeze your eyes shut, curl into a pathetic ball but it still thuds in your head. Sharp and bruising and loud loud loud.

Not that you realize it, but you’ve been without light and sound for six days.

Your brain is slow to process what’s happening, struggling to make sense of the impossible.

Because he always said that no one knew they were there, that the wards were impenetrable. Even if someone got through the wards, who would be stupid enough to attack them at their own home base?

No one is coming for you, his voice slices through your thoughts. Why would anyone ever come looking for you? You are nothing.

The heavy footsteps draw closer, along with the sound of doors banging open.

You curl further into yourself, trying to block it all out. One of those disgusting creatures from the outside must have gotten in. It’s in their nature to seek blood and destruction, after all.

Maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a quick death. But...you’re not sure you deserve it.

You are nothing.

With a horrible creak of bending metal, the door is ripped off its hinges.

The sudden flood of light makes you flinch back and shield your face. The feeling in your chest thuds against your rib cage, like your heart is trying to escape your body.

You don’t move, can’t move. Not until a deep growl puts the fear of god in your bones.

It makes you peek through your fingers just enough to see what has caused the sudden flood of light.

The shape in the doorway is anything but human. Massive and powerful, it’s too big to be fully visible through the doorway. All you can see is four muscle-corded legs that end in clawed feet, trailing red behind them. The thing’s fur is matted with something dark and wet.

The creature bends down to peer into the room, exposing a skeletal head and sharp, dripping antlers.

You meet it’s black eyes, and something akin to recognition glints in the glassy surface. Your heart thuds almost painfully.

The creature tips it’s head back and howls, flashing several rows of wolf-like teeth.

It’s much too big to fit through the door, but it rams it’s head into it anyway. Distressed whimpers fall from it’s mouth as it bucks and charges at the wall. It dents the metal, desperate in it’s attempt to get to you.

Frozen. All you can do is shrink further into the corner of the room, closing your eyes and awaiting the inevitable. Hoping it’s quick, hoping that whatever happens afterwards is better than staying here.

The metal groans, beginning to warp and buckle under the force of the creature’s antlers as it slams into it harder and harder.

A beat of silence.

You open your eyes to find the creature stepping back as much as the hallway allows. It stomps it’s feet, flexing it’s hind legs.

Huffing out a grunt, it lunges forward to charge with all it’s might.

The metal finally gives out, tearing in jagged shards so the doorway is now a giant hole.

Your stomach drops as the creature lunges straight for you, too terrified to even close your eyes for the end of it all.

But the creature doesn’t rip you to shreds with it’s teeth, or maim you with it’s claws, or impale you with it’s antlers.

It nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, a soft whine leaving it’s panting mouth. You feel it’s wet nose nudging you all over, sniffing like it’s searching for something.

Wet against your cheek. You realize that the thing is licking your face like a dog that’s been reunited with it’s owner.

Frozen, still. You can’t make your limbs move an inch, icy fear still stiff in your veins.

The creature retreats from poking and prodding you, still panting and mewling like an excited puppy. It hops a little on it’s strong legs, nodding it’s head at you expectantly.

You...have no idea what’s going on.

You should be dead by now. The beasts from the outside are supposed to kill anything and everything that crosses their path. They’re not supposed to yip playfully and nestle their huge forehead against yours.

The creature perks it’s great head like it senses something.

You assume that it must’ve realized that you’re prey, an enemy. Pinching your eyes shut, again, you wait for the end. Hopefully it’s a merciful one.

A moment later, you feel cold hands cradling your face.

Your eyes pop open.

You can’t decide if the man leaning over you is a corpse or a god. At the same time, wondering how beauty and death can exist in the same face.

A god, from the way his brown hair is pushed back from his forehead, the way his eyes are slanted so prettily. A god because he’s tall and demands respect with his presence, those broad shoulders and sharp jawline.

A corpse, from the was his full mouth drips with blood, running down his chin and neck. Two sets of yellowed fangs peek over the plush flesh of his lips. Dark purple veins peek through his almost translucent skin, showing the shadow of his skeleton underneath.

You feel his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Tears pool in his red, bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby,” he says sadly, looking down at your flimsy clothing, at the fresh wounds covering your body.

It makes something burn in your heart, something like pain and healing at the same time.

The corpse-like man draws you closer, hugging you to his chest as he whispers out soft hushes and sweet nothings that sound like cotton in your dull ears.

And the more he touches you, the more the feeling flares. It’s close to unbearable, stealing away your breath, vision swimming.

The other creature shifts to the ground, curling around you in a way that’s almost...protective?

A name you don’t recognize falls from the man’s mouth, and just like that, your consciousness winks out like a flickering candle flame.

They found you. Months of desperate searching, following any and every lead, no matter how small or fleeting. Days at a time without sleeping, without eating. 

Weeks of Yoongi locking himself in his room, tearing apart his grimoires, carving runes into his skin, trying every locator spell he knew to get even a whiff of your location.

After months of feeling empty, feeling like a piece of them was dead, they finally found you.

Once Yoongi broke through the wards, storming the facility wasn’t difficult. They may have technology, firearms and sheer numbers, but they don’t have primal fury.

Because their person, their final piece, was stolen from them.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, they felt it. A sudden pain in their chest, sharp and heart-wrenching.

She’s here, and she’s hurt.

They tore through the place in a feral rage, cutting down anyone that tried to obscure their path, because they did this. They’re the ones that kept you from them.

Jungkook plowed through the outer gates, the inner gates, the front doors. No one tried to hold him back as he sprinted through the storm of bullets.

Namjoon’s smoke shielded him, not that he needed it. The frenzy of finally being close to his mate after all this time would’ve made a few bullets feel like pinpricks.

He must’ve caught your scent, because the next moment he’s rearing his head back and roaring like he’s just been struck by an arrow.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all hear it, shifted into their full forms throughout the facility.

The human part of them, the animal part of them, aches with the urge to seek you out themselves. But they have to take care of the ones who did this to you, because they’ll do it again if given the chance.

Jungkook will find you, he has the best nose out of all of them.

Bounding through the halls with renewed urgency, all that fills Jungkook’s head is she’s close she’s close where is she oh god where is she?

He can smell you, or he can smell your panic, and all he can think is don’t worry, I’m coming. Just hold on a little longer.

He comes to a hallway that reeks of pain and sorrow. It’s lined with bolted doors all the way down, each filled with prisoners that stink with lingering wounds.

Tearing the doors away one by one, peering into each room, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the end of the hall.

When he looks into this room, he sees a lone figure huddled in the darkness. A wave of fear floods his nose, then the stench of infection.

He howls. A bitter, provoked howl. The sound of a creature who’s mate is in danger.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins, fur bristling as he rears and charges at the doorway with all his might.

It takes several tries, but eventually he breaks through.

He doesn’t understand why wave after wave of fear is radiating off of you. He expected you to be relieved, to jump into his arms the second you saw him.

You’ve been their mate for years. Why are you shying away like you’re afraid of him? 

When he finally breaks through the walls, you shrink so far into yourself that it looks like you might disappear.

Jungkook crowds you, sniffing you all over, searching for injuries.

He finds too many. Before he can let out another pained howl, he catches a whiff of another one of his mates.

Jin crashes into the room, looking furious and determined.

The same pleasant pain surges in the taller man’s own chest, stronger than it’s burned in months. The bite mark on his left wrist burns with it.

Jin drops to his knees in front of you, breathing in your scent for the first time in months.

Filth is smeared all over your skin. Your hair is shorter, much shorter. It looks as if it’s been cut with a blunt knife.

He too smells the infection. And the blood, of course he smells the blood.

“Oh baby,” he breathes out. “I’m so sorry. We came as soon as Yoongi found you.”

You’re staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes. And it looks like there’s nothing behind them. No relief, no recognition. Just confusion and panic.

“Baby?” Jin whispers, giving your shoulders and gentle shake, but you look as if you didn’t even hear it.

What the fuck did they do to you?

He hugs you close, your body feeling cold and weak in his hold.

He mumbles out apology after apology. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’m so sorry for what they did to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop them. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

Something flutters in his lungs. When he looks down, he sees you take a sharp inhale.

He hangs onto that breath, waiting for you to say something, do something, anything other than sitting there shivering like you’re too scared to even flinch.

He calls your name, and you collapse in his arms.

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this is now one of my all-time favorite works! it’s amazing what gia does with just a few thousand words, from the masterful worldbuilding and overall storytelling to the smooth yet razor-sharp dialogue and descriptions. this piece drips with style and creativity, and my average vocabulary can’t quite convey how much I loved reading this. thank you @fantasybangtan for sharing this absolutely stunning story with us 💖

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I could tell from just the first PARAGRAPH that this was going to be fantastic. the beginning really grabbed me and made me excited to read more!

“before either of your guards can react, you are on your feet and pulling Aeryn’s sword from her sheath. you press the point against man’s throat to angle his chin up.” I sat up in my seat and said “OOOH” out loud when I read this line. this story really grabbed me by the throat just a few paragraphs in.

I love the way the dialogue is written. it’s so sharply crafted, every line just punched me in the gut.

jungkook’s physical description is lovely. I can clearly visualize the look/vibe you were going for.

“it seems you have escaped the claws only to find yourself right in the mouth of the beast.” I love this line. that is all 😄

the worldbuilding. THE. WORLDBUILDING. sign me the fuck up for this estrogen fest I love matriarchal societies in fantasy fiction.

“you wonder if the young man harbours any fear in his heart now that he has been pitted against them first-hand. He wouldn’t be wrong to.” OOOOOH another great line.

I love jungkook’s duality in this, his little spark of fire while in this submissive position is just *chefs kiss*

man, this dialogue just flows. yet bites at the same time I really can’t praise it enough.

“you take him in - scarlet mouth and dark, heavy brows, muscles twitching from the exertion of being tied up for too long at an awkward angle. a resilient little thing, he is. dripping all over with grime and exhaustion, yet still poised to fight the moment you cut him free. a wild lynx, baring his teeth at the barrel of a gun.” I just...I just can’t with these beautiful descriptive picture-painting paragraphs and the fucking clever one liners UGH.

the characters are all so alive. I love the interaction and dynamic between jungkook and the mc.

“your lips spread into a sharklike grin. “Now I know you are trying to woo me.” jungkook smirks. A small, self-satisfied thing as if to say ‘guilty as charged.’” SPICY I LOVE IT AHHHHH.

“jungkook’s wrists flex in their ropes. “I could please you. with my mouth.” my stomach literally did a little flip THE POWER GIA HAS.

every. single. line. is. a. punch. to. my. gut I CAN’T BREATHE.

the smut is so fucking hot yet smooth at the same time, just masterfully written *applause*

“an awfully self-assured move for someone who’s cock is still standing pathetically untouched.” SKJDHFKLJHFLKJSBDF

“where neha’s expression is carefully impassive, aeryn sports a knowing grin. true to form, jungkook shows little bashfulness for his state.” okay I love this little detail. I also find it hilarious how her guards are just chill with the fact that their queen just dicked around with a prisoner in the goddamn throne room 😂 they’re just like “yep, just another tuesday.”

“he will reside here in the palace, under careful watch. you shall retrain him in the ways of the eiskrieger. teach him to fight with as much brain as he has brawn. as for his ink -” you reach for the sword once again, flipping it expertly in your hand before lowering it to hover over jungkook’s breastbone. “cover it over. I want to see the emblem of my court on his heart.” yes queen fuckin get it I love this mc so much.

“when you move your fingers down to press two digits against his lower lip, jungkook opens his mouth to grant you entry without a second thought, his expression cocky.” AJKKADKJD LET ME BREATHE FOR ONE SECOND.

“in fact,” you murmur, your thumb swiping away the saliva that collects in the corner of his lips. “why don’t you bring some more ropes down here, neha? I would like to see how his allegiance tests out when I have him frog-tied across my dining table tonight.” me, banging pots and pans together: SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL. what a way to end it whew!

in conclusion, this fic beat me up and left me curled up in an alley 🙃 and is also now one of my all-time favorite works.

gia, you are one very talented mad genius 💖

Wintervale (jjk)

♛ pairing: jungkook x reader

♛ genre: smut, fantasy.

♛ warnings/tags: 18+, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, degradation, bondage, sub!jungkook.

♛ word count: 4k

♛ summary: jungkook proves his allegiance to the throne of your kingdom.

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“And what do we have here? A spy?” 

You squint down at the captive on his knees before you, taking in his snow-damp clothing and dishevelled appearance. He is not of these parts, that is for certain. Has far to much bite to be one of your men. You observe passively when he bares his teeth at you, dark locks falling over his eyes as he struggles against his bonds like a wolf in a snare. It is no use, of course. Your warriors tie knots like no others - his hands will only be released at your command. 

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