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catch your death (m)
➾ jung hoseok x reader, hybrid au
➾ 5.1k
➾ summary: jung hoseok has always been your number one antagonist. as a snow leopard hybrid, the only one in the kingdom— you’re always just too much for him— too pretty, too cold, too elegant, too weak to match up to his standards of a competent fighter. so when you’re betrothed to him in a very unusual matrimonial ceremony, its natural that your blood should run cold, because you hate him to the core. right?
➾ warnings: exhibitionism, orgasm denial, breeding kink, creampie, cum eating/ cumplay
➾ a/n: happy birthday to our sunshine boy who will always be our ray of hope :”) thank you hoseok, for always working so hard for us, you did so well!! i also dedicate this to @94hixtape, the biggest hoe(seok) i know bc she requested me to write this months ago and also bc like hoseok, she deserves all the love in the world.
enjoy!!! this will be hoseok’s part for my breeding series :-)
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hoseok | bts » 7652 words » smut
» hybrid!au. this is a repost from my old blog @seokvie
Falling into your heat had proven to be just as frustrating as it was tiring. Trying not to succumb to the urges of the sexual arousal and the need to mate once a year had its difficulties, and no matter how hard you tried to ignore the cravings and desires to pounce on the first person that walked your way, it seemed as if nothing could rid your body of the aches and pains over every inch.
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Haha dead
Tigerboy
➭ “You, a docile rabbit hybrid, have been waiting a long time to meet the mysterious tiger hybrid, Kim Namjoon.”
pairing: namjoon x reader genre: hybrid AU, smut wordcount: 9.3k
❀ 5 / 9 of my oneshot requests ❀
*warnings* : hybrid sex, rough sex, orgasm control, derogatory language during sex, possessive!Namjoon, dom!Namjoon, use of a collar, lovebites/marking, breathplay, hair pulling, mentions of knotting, this is basically porn
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Worth Saving / hybrid!au - Hoseok
1. | Jungkook | Taehyung
Hoseok watched the call end on the screen of his phone, his heart slowly sinking as he put his phone in his back pocket. He looked around, street lights already turning on as the sun began to fall. The city was still bustling with people, weekend fun commencing as the night approached with laughter and noises of commute. All the plans he had in his head vanished after he talked to Jungkook only to find out he wasn’t going meet up with him either.
It used to be all four of them together when they were younger. Those days Hoseok had no worries; getting through school with decent grades and he had a good group of friends he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. When the hybrids came out of course Hoseok joined in on the fun, wishing he had one like the others. He didn’t know that everyone was really going to get one when they got older.
Seokjin was the first to get his hybrids, and after that he never really came out that much like he used to. Taehyung made sure to show Cherry off to everyone before he locked himself away with her and his work. He thought he and Jungkook would stick together, Jungkook didn’t seem too interested in them when he got older. But that all went away when Taehyung surprised him with one.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want one, hybrids were highly expensive and he didn’t think they were that much to brag about. He was enjoying his simple life for now, work wasn’t that bad and he liked hanging out with his friends during his free time.
He wished his friends had free time for him too.
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Fucking cute !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
butterfingers | namjoon
↽pairing: namjoon x reader ↽genre: hybrid!au, teacher!au, hybrid!namjoon, teacher!namjoon ↽words: 8.2k+ ↽rating: sfw ↽notes: a very very late fic for @endearkim‘s birthday last year!! Hopefully you like it :)
He had you at the very first pebble he gave you.
↼posted; 30.03.2018
Screaming.
One of the most notable things about working with young children, come noon, was the screaming. You watched from a window in the classroom that belonged to the third grade teacher, Jung Hoseok, as young children ran about on the playground outside. Glee painted their faces pink, with bright smiles and peals of laughter echoing into the air that filled your chest with a sense of peace and joy. Lunchtime was truly a sight to behold at Riverhill State Primary School. Games of tag and hide and seek ran rampant across the field and metal playground. The swings, a highly coveted item, were never without a customer wriggling their eager behind onto the seat and swinging their legs wildly until they finally gained enough momentum to swing higher, and higher, and higher. The happiness of the children was clear for all that happened to pass, but still, the most notable thing about lunchtime, was the screaming.
Even so, you found your attention wrapped up in something else entirely. Not even the loud, piercing shriek of one kid, Lee Minhyuk, as he squealed and darted away from his friend, Lee Changkyun, in one of the wildest games of tag the playground had ever seen, could tear you from your reverie. The subject of your fixation?
Kim Namjoon.
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silly kitty | seokjin
↼pairing: seokjin x reader ↼genre: hybrid au, fluff, if u squint there’s a tiny bit of angst ↼words: 21.7k+ ↼warnings: this is 21.7k of pure fluff god is dead and we killed him ↼notes: I started out following the request and then it just got out of hand, I couldn’t stop myself oml this fic has been haunting me for WEEKS. also i deviated a lil from the request im sorry i love u I hope it doesn’t disappoint!!!!
⇢ request:
just lots and lots of fluff I guess?? I love Jin so much but I don’t see a lot of love for him. Oh! Maybe something along those lines?… How about… desperate hybrid jin, stuck on the streets, who starts following the first person who shows him affection and them just not knowing what to do, doesn’t know the first thing about having to take care of more than just themselves? - jin anon
↼posted; 12.11.2017
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Orectic (M)
Orectic (adj) - ‘of or concerning desire or appetite’
Pairing: Hoseok x hybrid!reader
Warnings: Gratuitous, tooth-rotting fluff. Smut; kissing, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected penetrative sex, ?breeding kink if you squint hard enough.
Word count: 21K
Thank you @yminie for my beautiful moodboard!
“It’ll just be for the week, and it isn’t like you guys haven’t spent any time together by yourselves before!”
It’d seemed like a harmless enough request when Jung Hoseok’s sister had first called him to request he come play sitter for the week; an opportunity to make some quick, easy cash during the winter months when attendance to the dance classes he taught inevitably started to wane.
“C’mon, it’ll be fine!”
Sitting was probably the wrong word for it, anyway. You weren’t so much a pet; his elder sibling had always been very firm on that matter from the very second she’d first brought you home. You were a companion, a confidant - a best friend who just so happened to be blessed with pointed feline ears, a sleek, silken tail, and a propensity for jumping three foot in the air whenever you turn around to find a well-placed snake-come-cucumber that Hobi may or may not have planted there a few minutes earlier.
Yes, you may have a complete and utter dependence on your guardian to keep a roof over your head and food on the table, but that’s not your fault. And it’s not as though his sister is wrong; the two of you do get on.
Well… at least these days you do.
When the two of you had first met over a year ago you’d been incredibly wary of him, to begin with; almost to the point where you’d visibly flinch whenever he dare address you or if he ever sat just that little bit too close. Your history hadn’t been disclosed by the shelter when his sister had offered you a home, but it didn’t take a genius to take a guess as to why you might be so nervous at having an unfamiliar male in your home.
While the practice has recently been made illegal, sexual exploitation remains a grotesque and unfortunate reality for all too many hybrids since they were created less than half a century ago, and it’s something you’ve remained resolutely silent about regardless of the gentle questioning Hoseok’s sister has put you through. It breaks his heart to think that that might’ve been something that you’d had to face in the past, but if it was something you’d been subjected to, you sure as hell don’t seem about to admit it.
So, without a legitimate excuse with which to refuse his sister’s pleading request, Hobi finds himself agreeing to keep you company for the coming week ahead. It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other so he knows you’ll probably take a little while to warm up to him again, but that’s ok; he’s always been the patient sort. There’s always the catnip he’s stashed in the bottom of his overnight bag, too, should the situation ever be so dire that it’s needed.
The journey to his sister’s place doesn’t take too long - half an hour, give or take - and along the way Hobi isn’t ignorant to the lift in his mood with every mile that passes. He’ll never say it out loud, but ever since his old housemate Yoongi moved out (a convenience thing, rather than any ill-feeling between the two of them) the apartment has felt far too quiet. It’ll be nice to have someone to spend some time with; something to break up the monotony of his ever-present thoughts.
Index finger pressed firmly against your doorbell, Hobi’s narrow hips swing from side to side at the tinny salsa tune he hears coming from the other side of the door to signal his arrival. There’s a bright smile on his face by the time his sister answers, and when he opens up his arms to her, pulling her into a tight hug, her answering smile is just as wide.
“Jiwoooooo!” he gushes as the familiar scent of her hair floods into his nostrils. She smells safe - she smells like home - and Hobi finds himself lamenting it having been so long since the last time he came around. There’s really no excuse; not when she only lives over the other side of town. “Still just as pretty, I see,” he admires as he pulls away, patting her cheek, and as she grins back he bends to pick up the overnight bag he’d rested down by his feet, stepping over the threshold.
“Ever the charmer, ‘Seok,” she replies with a fond roll of her eyes, pushing the front door closed behind him, “How’s that working out for you? Lured any poor, unsuspecting women into your clutches lately?”
“Not since Soo-In, I’m afraid.” Hobi laughs gleefully at the expression of disgust that contorts his sister’s features at the mention of the night he’d managed to successfully seduce one of her friends - much to her horror at the time. “I must’ve lost my edge.”
Secretly, he’s worried that he might have. He hasn’t slept with anyone at all since then, and six months is starting to feel like an awfully long time…
“We can but hope,” she snarks, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised as she snatches Hobi’s bag right out from his hand and deposits it at the bottom of the stairs before sweeping past him and into the living room. She grabs a jacket hung on the back of one of her soft, crushed velvet armchairs (Hobi’s always thought they’re hideous, but then who is he to talk about good taste?) as she goes and promptly folds it into away her own suitcase, unzipped and hanging open upon her coffee table.
“So, New York, huh? You excited?” He watches her pack, stowing away all the last few essentials she’ll need for the trip she’s barely stopped talking about since she found out she was going just a short few weeks ago. Folding his arms, he notes the time on his watch; she needs to leave soon, or she’ll be late for her flight. Typical Jiwoo, always cutting it fine.
“You have no idea,” she grins maniacally, pausing with her case half zipped up, one sleeve of something hanging out the side, “People are actually gonna see my designs, Hobi. Finally! Important people!”
“So I hear,” he smiles back, and underneath his crossed arms he feels his chest swell with emotion, “Proud of you, sis.”
“I know.” She stuffs the sleeve back in and hurriedly seals the case the rest of the way, patting it firmly once it’s done. “Maybe when I’m a famous fashionista you might actually listen to some of my tips. God knows you need them.”
This time it’s Hobi’s turn to fondly roll his eyes.
“Anyway, the fridge and freezer are fully stocked, all you gotta do is get stuff out in the morning to defrost and try to make it through the week without giving yourself food poisoning.” She hauls her case off of the table with a groan and it thuds heavily on the hardwood floor as she sets it down. He dreads to think how much she’s paid for the extra luggage allowance… “There’s plenty of fish, plenty of lacto-free milk - but you don’t need to worry about that.”
Nodding, Hobi unfolds his arms and takes a glance around the room at the mention of your rather specific dietary needs. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s not noticed you when entering a room; sometimes you sit so silent and still that it’s almost as though you’re not really there until you chose to reveal yourself. He swears you do it on purpose, actually, just to watch him jump and shriek when you suddenly appear, an amused little smile tugging at your lips as he clutches his chest in fear.
“Speaking of; where is my ward?”
“Kitchen,” she replies shortly, exhaling a sigh, “She’s busy doing that whole ‘cold shoulder’ thing she always does whenever she knows I’m going away.”
“Oh.” Taking a few steps forward, Hobi’s able to lean forward to peer round the door to the kitchen which stands slightly ajar, and through the gap he can just about make out your stiff form sat at the kitchen table, back straight and pen in hand.
“Ah, she’ll be fine,” his sister dismisses with a wave of her hand, and as her hand passes her face Hobi notices her eyes suddenly widen as she catches a glimpse at the time. “Hooo shit. Will you shove this in the car for me while I say bye? ThankyouIloveyou,” she gushes, thrusting her suitcase towards him, and like the obliging younger brother he is Hobi does as she asks, lugging her case out onto the drive and stowing it away in the ridiculously small trunk of her equally ridiculous car with an exaggerated groan.
By the time he finds his way back inside and into the kitchen, his sister’s whole torso is wrapped around you from behind, your face almost entirely obscured by the blanket of long, black hair that surrounds you.
“Gonna miss you,” he hears Jiwoo say, squeezing you in her grasp as Hobi watches you attempt to huff her hair out from your face in a series of heavy, exasperated exhales.
“You better,” comes your snarky reply, and after a moment more your pen is begrudgingly laid down and you’re squeezing his sister’s forearm as you quietly insist that she fly safely. When Jiwoo releases you, standing straight, Hobi’s is both surprised and oddly moved by the glassiness he sees in your eyes when they dart his way, your lips parting, embarrassed at being seen in such a way. He wishes that your spine didn’t stiffen again so suddenly on seeing him, or that your tail didn’t immediately increase in size where it hanging through the slats of the kitchen chair on which you sit, glossy fur standing up on end.
It’s only a temporary reaction - he knows that - but it still kinda hurts.
“Hey kitkat,” he smiles, raising one hand in a lame, gentle wave that you slowly return, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you nervously look him up and down with eyes that are just a tiny bit too large for your face. He’s been calling you by that nickname for almost as long as he’s known you, and though you’d initially bristled on hearing it, Hobi couldn’t help but notice over time that a light blush that had started to colour your cheeks whenever he’d say it; a sweet little glimpse at the softness that lays underneath your somewhat frosty exterior.
“Hello Hoseok,” you answer softly, and oh, Hobi had forgotten the way the hairs on the back of his neck always stand up whenever you say it that way. You’re the only person in his life who ever, ever addresses him by his full name, and if he’s honest with himself, he’d happily keep it that way if he could.
Neither of you says anything then, after that, and in the seconds that follow Hoseok’s sister looks back and forth between the two of you, curiously chewing her bottom lip“Well,” she announces to break the silence, walking from the space she’d occupied behind you to approach Hobi instead, her arms held open wide in invitation to a parting hug, “I’ll just leave you two chatterboxes to it, shall I?”
“Love you,” he mumbles into his sister’s hair, embracing her with all the strength he can muster. He may be the younger sibling, but he’s always been fiercely protective of his big sister, and he has a sneaking suspicion that no matter how old they get that’ll always remain the same. “Have fun, alright?”
“Oh you bet your ass I will,” Jiwoo grins as she extracts herself from his arms. She looks between Hobi and you, frowning slightly when she sees the way you’re shyly staring down at the crossword puzzle you’ve been working on for the majority of the morning rather than at her brother stood opposite, a pen in your hand and your pointed ears flicking anxiously this way and that. “You two will be ok, right?” she checks, and Hobi gives her his best, most reassuring smile.
“Course we will,” he enthuses, directing all the positivity he can muster your way and smiling even more broadly when you meekly return it, tail swishing gently behind you from side to side, “Right, kitkat?”
“Sure. Right.”
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sunny day ~ park jimin
pairing: hybrid!jimin x reader
rating: sfw
word count: 3.9k
summary: you’re a veterinary student specializing in hybrid care when you get a call in the middle of the night that a feral hybrid has broken into the clinic where you work.
part 01 02 03 04 05 epilogue
It was three twenty-six in the morning.
You stared at your bedside clock. The clock stared back. Mind fuzzy, you wondered why you were awake at the most ungodly hour of the night before your phone, next to the clock, stopped ringing.
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Pink Panther (m)
Hybrid AU Pairing: Jin x reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), impregnation kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk Word count: 13K
Below is the belated birthday fic I wrote for my precious @rbuns! I hope you like it, bra, and I’m so sorry it’s so late *squishy hugs* <3 <3
“Oh pants!”
Scrambling to catch the pen that’d leapt out of your hand at the sudden call of your name, your eyes dart across your crowded desk to the red, blinking light of the intercom which had just spoken to you so abruptly. At least you presume that that’s what it is that’s flashing at you so; it’s a little difficult to tell underneath the stacks of paper that lay so haphazardly around it.
Pen now safely tucked behind your ear, you actually have to resort to rising up out of your chair in order to find the damned thing, your heart fluttering nervously as you hastily try to remember which button it is that you’re supposed to press to reply. You jab at the largest one, hoping for the best.
“Y-yes, Mr Kim?”
You can’t remember the last time your boss communicated with you via anything other than email - apart from perhaps the odd pleasantry as he’s breezed past your desk on his way in and out of the office at each end of the day - so it seems only fair for you to lay the blame for your rustiness with the intercom system solely on his broad shoulders.
“Can you come in here for just a moment, please?”
“Sure thing!” you agree compliantly, head bobbing up and down to an otherwise empty office, releasing the intercom button only to assault it again a mere split second later with a hastily blurted out, “Sir!” in some poor attempt to claw back any semblance of professionalism.
Honestly, you’d think that after so long working here that you’d know how conduct yourself properly.
Briefly pausing to check your reflection in the little mirror that you keep stashed away in your top drawer for moments such of these you ensure that there are no lingering gloops of mascara in the corner of your eyes, and as you round your desk a moment later, straightening out your skirt, it’s only very narrowly that you manage to avoid snagging your stockings on its pointed, wooden corner.
You swear you wouldn’t be so much of a bumbling idiot if it weren’t for the fact that your boss, Kim Seokjin, is quite possibly one of the best looking men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. As someone who’s fairly awkward at the best of times, coming face to face with someone who’d look more at home on the centre spread of a magazine than an office is more than a little problematic, and it’s with a frustrated sigh that you have to turn back halfway when you realise that you’ve left your diary back at your desk, open faced with a half-drunk cup of coffee resting on its pages.
“Come in!” A voice calls from inside the office immediately after you’d meekly knocked its door, and it’s with a continuing coyness that you push it open and slip inside, shutting it behind you with a gentle ‘click’.
Seokjin’s office is as dimly lit as it always is whenever you come in here; blinds drawn, no light save the small desk lamp that sits atop his pristinely organised desk and the faint glow of the laptop computer which illuminates his face. Your employer doesn’t look up on your arrival but you can tell from the twitch of the rounded ears nestled amongst his pitch black hair that he’s aware of your presence.
Quietly, you wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing, holding your diary close to your chest and squeezing it as a way to calm your anxiety.
As a hybrid of one of the most elusive and aggressive big cats of the world, Kim Seokjin has always intimidated you slightly. You’re not sure where the feeling stems from, as it’s not as if you’ve ever witnessed him acting unpleasantly or unkindly in all the time you’ve worked for him - rather the opposite, in fact. He’s quite the charmer when it suits him, entertaining clients with his enthusiastic sense of humour and disarming them with his good looks, usually over a lunch or dinner at one of the many fine dining establishments Seokjin so often likes to frequent. You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve witnessed him close a business deal before he’s even made a start on his steak; rare, bloody and marbled with thin slivers fat, just the way he likes it.
But now, sat silently amongst the many potted fauna that decorate and humidify his office, Seokjin’s similarity to the stealthy predator that makes up part of his DNA is all too apparent. It has you making an unconscious effort not to breathe too loudly; a prey response that comes so naturally that you don’t even realise you’re doing it.
“Turn the light on, if you like.” He speaks so suddenly that you almost jump, your eyes darting over to the light switch to the side of you before returning straight to him. He’s yet to look up from his laptop, his fingers softly tapping on the keys to provide the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
“It’s alright, Sir, I’m sure I’ll manage.” The keys fall silent and Seokjin looks up, his eyes immediately finding you from across the room. You’d think you’d have gotten used to the yellowy green of his irises by now - that they wouldn’t unsettle you so - but they still do. It’s not so much the colour that stirs a confusing mixture of emotions within you, but more the way they gently glow back at you in the semi-dark; a constant reminder that he’s a creature far more superior and impressive than the simple human-being you are.
“Come and sit, then,” he beckons, gently shutting his laptop with one hand and gently gesturing to the chair opposite him with the other, “You needn’t stand on ceremony.” Muttering a quiet ‘thank you’, you sink yourself down as delicately as possibly, very aware of the way he’s watching your every move, hands now neatly folded in his lap.
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