Love Is That Condition In Which The Happiness Of Another Person Is Essential To Your Own.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

it takes two to make a thing go right (dogboy hybrid au) pt. 1

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, possessive behavior, knotting, excessive oral sex, rough sex. 

Summary: What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share. 

Note: jungkook is mean to taehyung in this cuz hes the dom alpha and taehyung tests his dominance too much =( but the smut is filthy and nasty lmfaoo. also i apologize in advance if the writing is a little weird and random in some spots. ive written on this story while being terribly exhausted, and then while being drunk, sad and mad. lol what im trying to say is i wrote parts of this story in numerous states of mind! oh and yes theres gonna be a second part to this so plz dont ask ill get it out asap. enjoy my loves!

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Since the dishes in the sink had gotten dangerously high from neglect, you thought you’d finally set up shop in the kitchen and try to tackle the giant mess. With your laptop sitting up on the bar in front of you playing Bob’s Burgers on Hulu and your big glass of lemonade set to the side, you were totally prepared to spend some time here at the sink.

The reason for there being so many dirty dishes was because living with two male hybrids was like living with two bottomless pits when it came to food. They ate so much, and did not understand the concept of reusing dishes under any circumstances. Every time they ate, it was a new dish being used, no matter how many times you tried to explain to them that their glasses could at least be used more than once.

They were utterly clueless.

Glancing over the top of your lap top into the living room, you saw Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on the edge of the couch, controllers clutched in their hands as they stared intently at the screen in front of them. You huffed a sigh of relief at them finally seeming to be content, returning your attention back to the task at hand.

The past couple of days they had been unbelievably clingy, begging for your attention constantly and not allowing you to get anything productive done at home. Finally after having enough of their constant pestering, you broke down this morning and went to the store to buy them a new videogame for the PS4.

And so far, that had done the trick at distracting them so you could get some work done, but you could only hope it would last.

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incase no ones told u

ur humor is great

talk as little or as much as you want

your feelings are valid and they’re not “stupid”

your opinions are valid and having different opinions from someone else doesn’t make you a bad person

it’s okay to cry

it’s okay to relapse

you’re doing great

keep trying

you’ll get there soon

i believe in you

i’m proud of you

Tooth and Claw

Warnings: rough, penetrative werewolf sex, blood, biting, knotting, hair pulling, slight body horror, slight impregnation kink, buckets of cum

Word count: 10,654

A/N: I say this for everything but I legit nearly died getting this out. I spent many hours agonizing over lots of it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

You hammered your fist against the gnarled, oaken door. There came no response, however, from within the ramshackle dwelling. The exterior was stark and deceptive in its neglect, as though the groaning structure had long remained uninhabited. But you were wise to its front, and wiser to the occupant’s proclivity for spurning visitors. Eyes darting furtively around the encroaching darkness, you hissed through the obstacle. “Let me in, goddamnit! It’s me!”

At your prompting, muffled movement filtered through the crevices in the door’s uneven surface. You heard a series of dull clanks as the gratuitously heavy bolts you knew to adorn the interior of the door scraped out of their settings.

It opened only a fraction, as befitting of the inhabitant you knew to dwell here. Ever the cautious type. He allowed you only the smallest glimpse of him; a sliver of an eye, narrowed in disquietude. Despite the thickness of the barrier between you, you heard him well. His voice was oddly steely, and noticeably absent of the warmth with which he normally regarded you. “What are you doing here?”

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oh my god