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Due to the trade of illegal dragon parts – horns, hides, teeth, eggs and even entire hoards – conservationists have had to take extreme measures to protect these magnificent creatures from poachers. The acclimation process can be a bit tricky, but once a dragon has become used to the presence of a knight, they seem to almost enjoy the prestige of having an armed guard.
Emerald Gem|| Chapter 1
Chapter one: Emerald Farm
Paring: OT7! x Fem!Reader
Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.
Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn
unedited*
At dawn, the roosters began to crow. They were your personal alarm clock. By the afternoon, you would have the Vegetables plowed and all the pigs fed. Emerald garden, full of color, would be watered. After all the chores were done, you could spend time on your hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking.
You truly kept yourself busy. But it became boring at times, lonely.
Emerald manor, your beloved home, was built for a family. With a large living room, a generous dining room, and too many bedrooms, it could be overwhelming for you. You liked to think about how you could fill this space, getting married, having a family. But you quickly realized that those things don’t come easy. Tired of the loneliness, you thought about adopting a pet. Maybe a dog to help with the farm?
And one day while you're cleaning the chicken coop you spot a fox about to pounce on one of the chickens.
“Hey!” you exclaim. “Get out of here!”
The fox stopped in its tracks and peered over at you, giving an intimidating glare. Then you realized, that wasn’t a fox.
It’s a person.
“Wait!” you attempted to come closer, but with each step forward, the fox went two steps backward. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
The fox seemed dubious, cautiously stepping towards you. “F-food, please.” His voice was raspy, sore.
You immediately ran to get some food, coming back to the coop with some leftovers. Maybe this will suffice, you thought. You sat him down on the grass patch next to the chicken's den. You watched him devour the meal, as if he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. Based on his appearance, he probably hadn’t. His fur coat was dirty and torn. You could see his ribs and his belly rumbled with each bite. “Sorry, miss”, he whispered.
You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m Y/n. May I ask your name?”
You could tell he was nervous. Something about your presence made him anxious and fearful. Is he like this with everyone?
“H-Hoseok”, the fox uttered. “But I can’t stay long. My pack is waiting for me.” With a slight struggle, he stumbles back on his two feet. You grab him before he takes off.
“Please wait”, you politely asked. “Let me give you some food to take back to them. Don’t leave yet.”
He paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering over his next steps. “Okay”, he spoke softly. “But don’t be long. They may worry.”
With that, you hurry back into your home, running to the fridge to see what you can scrap up. Hopefully I have enough for seven people, you thought. Maybe you can give them a couple of chickens from the coop.
While carrying plastic wrap covered plates to your garden, you hear a scream coming from the coop. That must be Hoseok. Without haste, you ran to the chicken coops, the food left for the birds. Hovering over Hoseok was what looked like a wolf– well half wolf.
“Back away from him!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, trying to scare off the scary hybrid. He ignored you completely. Suddenly, you gain the courage to step up to it, pushing it off of the fox.
“Are you okay?” You helped him back on his feet, feeling the trembles in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”
“N-no, he would never hurt me”, He stuttered. “You don’t understand.” You looked at him confusingly, then looked at the wolf. He was fuming with anger.
“Y/n, this is my packmate, Joon.”
***
You’re not sure how feeding one hybrid led to having seven hybrids on your couch, but you have no one to blame but yourself.
“You want us to do what?!”
“Live here?” It was really just a random thought that popped in your head. You didn’t give it any thought. And seeing them dirty and hungry on your couch just made you blurt it out. Hoseok seemed thrilled but his Pack alpha, Joon, wasn't too excited.
“You must be out of your mind”, he laughed. “What do you think we are, pets?”
“No, not at all!” You shook your head. Something in the back of your mind tells you that they’ve been burned before, that they’ve been mistreated. You feel sort of sympathetic. Could they not trust anyone? “You guys don’t even have to stay here long. I just want to treat your wounds and offer some food.”
He still seemed doubtful. “Yeah? And what’s in it for you?”
That's the question he's been dying to ask. What about you? You thought about it for a moment. Wouldn’t any human being want to help out someone in need? The answer to that is no. However, maybe they need some good in their lives.
And you could use the company.
“Well, I kind of live here by myself”, You explain. “My parents moved to the city so I don’t see them often, and I don’t have any other family or friends. If I’m being honest, I really just need someone to converse with. And maybe a little help around the house.”
One of the packmates raised his hand, as if asking permission to speak. “We left the other home we were in. They may still be looking for us. We don’t want to put you in any danger.”
“We can figure all that out later”, you promise him. “Right now, you guys just need to wash up and get a proper rest.”
Hoseok turned to Joon, waiting for his response. “Please, Joon. We’ll be good, I promise.”
He glared at you for a second, trying to sense if this was another trap. Maybe she’s genuine, he thought. “Okay, but we won’t stay for long.” You could hear sighs of relief. Even you let out a puff of air, not realizing you were holding your breath.
“Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me. I know that’s not easy.” You gave them a tour of Emerald farm, showing them their sleeping quarters and where they can wash up. When evening came around, you prepared a feast. Your hybrid guests gobbled down all they could– except Joon. He didn’t eat, probably from fear of being poisoned. Hopefully, one day he’ll trust me, you thought. But for now, all you can do is show them tender care and affection until they believe it.
When it becomes time for everyone to sleep in their rooms, you're left alone in the living room with our thoughts. Maybe some television will clear your mind. You never really use it. Living on a farm left you with plenty of other things to do, but why not? Turning on the television, you flip through the channels until one catches your attention.
Breaking news! Seven dangerous hybrids escaping from a research facility
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ HEALING EMBRACE ┊ KIM NAMJOON, JUNG HOSEOK
SUMMARY ┊ going through an unexpected breakup is never easy. but your heart feels less heavy now as your two best friends show you what true love feels like.
WARNINGS ┊ mention of heartbreak & breakup, so much fluff
based on this request, dedicated to those who need a tight hug to soothe their aching heart <3 click on read more
the sun has just begun to cast its soft glow through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. as the gentle rays illuminate the room, you stir from your slumber, your eyes blinking away the remnants of a restless night.
you forgot the last time you've cried your eyes out for so long, but you are certain you were left without a tear in your body. although you can’t help but feel the weight of heartbreak lingering heavily on your chest, and the pain. you've never thought it could seem so insurmountable.
you feel a lump forming in your throat at the thought; you, being so vulnerable, destroying yourself for a man who you knew didn't deserve you. that is probably why you feel so shameful, wasting your tears for a man whose only aim in life was to hurt you.
just the thought of him makes your blood boil and your body shake in frustration, but the feeling is soon gone when you feel an heavy arm tightening against your waist. as your eyes open, you can't help but smile as you become aware of the warmth enveloping you completely.
you didn’t remember falling asleep like this, cozily nestled between your two best friends, whose arms are around you as if to cage you -- not that you mind.
the same way you didn’t mind when you found the same men standing outside the door of your apartment last night, food in their hands, fully prepared to help you as they always did.
you truly feel lucky like to have someone like hoseok and namjoon in your life -- the two inseparable best friends (more like brothers) who share the same affection and love for you. sometimes you wonder if you deserve to have them in your life, but never in your years of friendship did they ever made you believe you were a burden.
and it’s only part of their caring nature to act like this towards you. although, you are now certain you hold a soft spot in their heart, just by they way they treat you.
namjoon possesses an air of quiet strength, a natural leader among the others. his presence exudes a sense of calm and reliability, making him your go-to person for guidance and support. or for just a laughter whenever his clumsy self decides to make a mess.
you've always felt safe around him, not just for his size -- him being taller than you is just an optional -- but his aura itself radiates true and pure gentleness. even now, with his arm wrapped protectively around you that spoke of unwavering comfort.
your back is pressed tight against his hard chest, his breath hot against the crook of your neck as he cuddles against you, still deep in his slumber.
only when you hear a shuffling noise next to you, you turn around, meeting the sleepy, yet soft gaze of hoseok. his hair were a mess, making you giggle as you comb his dark locks with your hand.
"good morning, beautiful" he purrs as your fingers play with his hair, earning a genuine smile from him.
since the first time you've met him, hoseok has always been the sunbeam of the group with his contagious laugh and his pretty smile.
a smile that shouldn't match with the sadness in his eyes -- something that you've noticed after getting to know him deeper -- but somehow he makes it work. as if his eyes were a reminder of his past, and his smile a reminder that he never lets his sadness overtake him.
"good morning..." you whisper, your giggles subsiding as you stare into his eyes, your voice still hoarse as you feel a burning sensation in your throat. the memory of you crying in sobs makes your cheek grow hot in embarassment, something that hoseok notices right away.
"how are you feeling?" he asks, his voice showing a hint of concern as he tries to find the right words. "slept well?"
you simply nod at his question, a tight smile on your face as he brushes some hair away. his gesture is so full of care and love, and you almost feel your heart skip a bit as he starts pampering your cheeks with soft kisses, a silent way to reassure you.
you close your eyes at the sensation, savouring it as he continues to shower you with affection. your body feels even warmer now that his lips were on you, and you almost don’t realise you were holding your breath if it wasn't for another voice suddenly awakening you.
"what are you two doing?" namjoon's deep morning voice is enough to make you whimper, his question sounding more attractive then it shouldn't have.
"i'm taking care of our girl, of course" says hoseok, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you can’t help but feel shy at his words.
"you could have waited for me," namjoon protests, tightening his grip around you as a way to make you turn to meet his face.
he looks breathtaking even in the morning, and by the way his gaze softens as he stares at you, he probably thinks the same thing about you.
"it's not my fault you take too long to wake up," hoseok responds with a teasing tone, you can almost sense the smirk in his voice.
"but i'm awake now," namjoon responds, giving you a reasurring smile as you stare into his dark eyes. his gaze is full of comfort, trying to read through you as his usual. "feeling better?"
you nod, feeling a lump forming in your throat. but not because you’re still thinking about the cause of your pain, no. but because you can’t believe you are this lucky. lucky to have two men who care for you as if you are the only thing that matters. words seem insufficient to express the gratitude and comfort you feel in this moment.
"we're here for you, you know that." hoseok says, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder as he grazes his nose on your soft skin, nuzzling against your neck. namjoon hums at his words, his hand finding your cheek as he stares into your eyes.
"take all the time you need," namjoon adds, his voice barely a whisper as his thumb brushes your cheek.
you feel so vulnerable at their touch, comfort enveloping you completely as their bodies press against you. the room is filled with an unspoken understanding, a bond that goes beyond words. they know you’re hurting, and they are determined to be the pillars of strength you need.
"should i prepare some breakfast?" namjoon asks suddenly, his question meant for you as hoseok snorts at his suggestion.
"if you want to burn the whole house down, go ahead" he responds snarkily, and you can’t help the laughter escaping your mouth at his words.
namjoon isn’t the best cook, that's for certain. but you appreciate the thought. and thruthfully imagining him cook in your kitchen brings you a sense of comfort.
"i was thinking some biscuits and juice!" he tries to defend himself, and you almost feel the urge to kiss his pout away, something that he notices right away as you look at him with doe eyes.
you keep laughing as the two of them continue their banter, that soon comes to an end as hoseok convinces namjoon that you deserve more than a simple breakfast, opting for some take-out instead.
"you're the one ordering, though" namjoon smirks, his arm wrapping around you again as he pushes hoseok away in a playful manner.
"you're unbearable in the morning," he huffs, sitting on the bed as he grabs his phone.
as he dials the number, you stare into his black tee-covered back, your hand massaging his skin through the soft material in a gentle manner. he turns his head, looking at you with an appreciative smile.
your motion is almost interrupted when you feel wet lips on your cheek, your eyes meeting with namjoon as he continues his soft attack on you.
"are you sure you're okay?" he whispers in your ear as his lips trail down your neck, making you close your eyes at the feeling.
you’re too lost in sensation that you don’t respond, making namjoon stop his movements. you can’t help the whine escaping your lips as he stops suddenly, but when you open your eyes, you’re met with his distinctive smirk.
"answer me, baby" he demands, his voice deeper than usual as he knows the effect it has on you. and the nickname.
it isn’t the first time namjoon called you that, somehow you've never found weird that a friend referred at you as baby, especially a close one like namjoon.
but now that you are in your bed, your body pressed against his naked chest, his lips on your skin, well... it all feels different.
and the fact the hoseok is also there, -- now having finished talking on the phone to order you food -- sitting in your bed as his fingers keep gently grazing the skin of your leg, makes it even more domestic.
it feels strange -- having your two best friends so close to you. but it feels... natural. as if it was always meant to be this way.
and it never felt like this with anyone before, not even with that garbage you used to call your boyfriend. he doesn’t have an ounce of what namjoon and hoseok have.
"food's coming," hoseok announces, putting his phone away as he lays down on the bed once again, his arm founding your waist.
as the three of you wait for it to arrive, you engage in quiet conversation, their words a balm to your wounded heart. they share stories, cracked jokes, and never brought up the topic of your ex boyfriend -- not wanting to ruin the comforting mood you've created.
your heart feels so full now that you’re embraced, both physically and metaphorically, by their unconditional love, a feeling you longed for a long time. and soon, the room - once filled with the weight of heartbreak - begins to transform into a haven of solace.
and it doesn’t matter how your friendship with namjoon and hoseok would have changed after everything that happened till now, you are certain, now more than ever, that they were meant to be in your life. to give you the love you've never thought you deserved.
Thanos has one fear... and it’s Tony Stark.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again:
“Because the Soul Stone” is not a good enough reason why Thanos knew Stark.
I think we, the audience, are supposed to be asking ourselves, “Why does Thanos know him? How?” Because it was a dramatized moment. The narrative deliberately pulled our attention to this scene. Thanos says, “Stark,” like it’s significant somehow–and clearly Tony feels the same way because he stops to ask Thanos, “You know me?” It’s very much a “did I hear that right?” beat. Thanos then says, “I do. You’re not the only one cursed with knowledge.”
If this was all the Soul Stone granting Thanos knowledge of every person in existence, why doesn’t Thanos call anyone else by their name after he gets the Soul Stone? Why don’t we see any more displays of this power? Why didn’t the Soul Stone light up when Thanos said Tony’s name such as it did when Thanos used the Soul Stone to pinpoint which Strange was the real one after Strange multiplied himself?
Many point to Red Skull’s comment on Vormir to mean that the Soul Stone somehow imparts wielders with the ability to know people’s identities. Admittedly, it is incredibly similar language used in both scenes – but maybe there’s a reason for that.
Like Thanos, Red Skull indicates he knows who Thanos and Gamora are by dropping their names (”Welcome, Thanos, son of Alars. Gamora, daughter of Thanos”). Then a similar response: “You know us?” and Red Skull says “It is my curse to know all who journey here.” Like Thanos’s quote, Skull is comparing knowing people’s identity to a curse–and perhaps Red Skull is even knowledgeable of what Thanos and Gamora’s fates will be.
But later Red Skull says the Soul Stone is a “treasure [he] cannot possess,” which makes it pretty clear that Red Skull is not getting this ability from the Soul Stone, but it is perhaps part of his banishment. A punishment given to him by the Infinity Stones.
Furthermore, I think some scenes in Avengers: Infinity War were meant to demonstrate that Thanos has absolutely no idea who the other Avengers are – nor can he magically sense them.
When Thanos arrives on Titan, he is taken by surprise that Strange isn’t alone. When Strange says, “our will,” Thanos is like “Our?” and then gets surprise attacked. If the Soul Stone granted the passive ability to know people, wouldn’t Thanos have just… sensed that Strange wasn’t alone?
When Steve Rogers holds back Thanos for a few seconds, Thanos has a look of abject WTF on his face.
Either Thanos has no idea who Steve is (hence the look of confusion) or he at least didn’t know enough about him to know Steve had that kind of raw strength, in which case… womp womp to the “Soul Stone grants you knowledge of every soul in existence” theory – Thanos shouldn’t have been shocked by Steve at all.
Given all that? I don’t see how it was the Soul Stone. It just doesn’t fit.
Now, what about other ways Thanos could’ve known Tony?
First, let’s examine the line itself. What does Thanos mean when he says, “You’re not the only one cursed with knowledge.”
One interpretation of this is that Thanos is indicating on some level he and Tony are the same. After all, both of them foresaw the destruction of their home-worlds and did their best to mitigate the threat.
In which case… Thanos has intimate knowledge of the events of Age of Ultron. And, if that this is true, then Thanos must’ve been spying on the Avengers this whole time–or at least spying on Tony in particular. Did Thanos play some role in the events of that film? (He does have an appearance at the end when he says, “I’ll do it myself.”) Is Thanos literally inside Tony’s head, able to scour his thoughts? (Because how else does he know Tony has been having nightmares about Thanos for the past six years?)
One possibility is that Thanos, being the master tactician he is, wanted to gather more intel about the red-and-gold Avenger who took out his Chitauri army. I mean… who wouldn’t want to know the person who destroyed an entire fleet? It’s smart.
But what blows a hole in that theory is: why was it only once Tony spoke that Thanos recognized him? That’s what I keep circling back to anyway: Thanos only called Tony out once he heard Tony’s voice, which I think is a clue. Perhaps it’s something as simple as he didn’t recognize Tony in his new armor, but given Tony’s known on Earth as “Iron Man” and the “armored Avenger,” wouldn’t the Earthling in the red-and-gold metal suit (albeit upgraded) be enough of a tip-off? Like… Thanos is a genius and he wouldn’t put two-and-two together?
The other interpretation of this is that not only is Thanos aware of Tony’s penchant for prophecy (by saying Tony is “cursed with knowledge”), but, by virtue of simply knowing who Tony is, Thanos himself is cursed.
In which case… knowing Tony’s identity is somehow comparable enough a “curse” to foreseeing the destruction of your planet. (like damn in this case what the hell Tony? what did you do to Thanos to rattle him so bad?)
If this is true, then perhaps Thanos sees Tony as his own “nightmare,” much like how Tony sees Thanos as his. Maybe Thanos has seen into a future where Tony is the one who stops Thanos from fulfilling his goal.
This could fit why Thanos wanted to not just kill Tony, but absolutely murder him. Notice how Thanos doesn’t kill anyone who doesn’t “have” to die. Yes, he kills Loki, but Loki was already on his shit list for losing the Space and Mind Stones (attempting to stab him was just the nail in the coffin). Thanos “had” to kill Gamora (to acquire the Soul Stone). And Thanos “had” to kill Vision (to acquire the Mind Stone). Yeah, he kills half the populations he comes across, but he sees that as mercy (and that’s his whole game).
But otherwise? Thanos bats the other heroes out of the way as though they’re nothing. He doesn’t go out of his way to end their lives. He lets Quill, Drax, and Mantis live after the scuffle on Knowhere (even though he easily could’ve left them for dead). He doesn’t kill Peter, Strange, or Nebula on Titan (even after they attacked him). He doesn’t kill any of the heroes in Wakanda aside from Vision (like he smacks Steve down, pins Natasha, traps Bruce in a rock, flings Rhodey to the side, etc.).
But Tony? Not only is Tony no longer a threat after their fight (since he’s been stabbed and is choking up blood), but Thanos is prepared to use all four of his Infinity Stones on him. Like… he was going to obliterate Tony.
WHY!? Why was Thanos going to do this to Tony when he let everyone else just lay out of commission on the side? Tony wasn’t going to get up again. He was “done.”
Only reason? Thanos sees Tony as a threat. A very real and dangerous threat. More than Thor. More than Steve. More than all the other Avengers.
Anyway, I am not sure exactly how Thanos knew Tony, but I am sure it wasn’t the Soul Stone – and I think it’s going to be something covered again in Avengers 4. There’s something going on there between the two of them.
The Inherent Loss of Immortality
When you live with someone for a long time you start to notice the habits they’ve picked up and never lost. And Esther and Peter had been married for almost 300 years.
Esther still preferred to pin her hair up, the way she had in the 1820s, and she never used an electric curler as a rule. She hated modern music (Peter mocked her for being a snob) and thought parties used to be so much more interesting, so much more actual conversation Peter, and better dancing, none of this getting drunk for drunkenness’ sake you see everywhere now. When she was concentrating on something she sometimes tried to ball her hands up in her apron, only to laugh self-consciously when she realized she was wearing trousers.
Peter fiddled by tying cords into sailors’ knots. He shined his own shoes regularly and complained about the difficulty of finding fresh herbs anymore. He slipped into German on occasion when talking about music, a leftover from his time in Austria. Esther just laughed over his explanations that he wasn’t being pretentious, actually, he just didn’t know the English words for what he was talking about, then refused to speak to him in anything other than Irish Gaelic for an hour. There’s always time to waste when you’re immortal, no need to rush to say what has to be said.
Esther couldn’t remember her mother’s voice, but she twisted her fingers together in the way she thought (hoped) her mother used to. She listened to Peter and heard his accent change on “locksmith” and “bungalow,” the ghosts of the people he learnt the words from briefly flickering back into existence. Peter saw a grimace cross Esther’s face, and struggled for a moment to remember where and from whom she had learnt it.
To live forever strips you of any kind of coherent identity. Both had been rich and poor, lonely and loved, foreign and native, travellers and homebodies, friends and family. Esther butchered her own pigs, and lamented her inability to find a decent seamstress. Peter played any jig you asked for on his fiddle and refused to eat potatoes because they were “peasant food.” It was easy for them to forget what they were at times.
But to live forever is also to know that remembering what you can is important. So Esther visited her mother’s grave every year on her birthday, taking flowers. The graveyard was old and overgrown but it received regular anonymous donations. She no longer grieved her mother, how could she grieve someone she barely remembered? But maybe she remembered warm hands, and soft sung melodies, and she might have known where her backbone of iron came from, and mostly that was enough. Peter knew he once had a brother, so he searched through family registries and parish documents until he found his family staring out at him in scrawled black script. He wrote the name Sam on the wall in the kitchen and looked at it every morning.
And Peter remembered that Esther took her tea black because during rationing in the War she had given up taking it with sugar. And Esther remembered that Peter always put his right shoe on first to avoid bad luck. And they told each other the stories they had lived through: “Do you remember when Elaine lost her glove?” “Do you remember when Dr Parker came back from China?” “Do you remember that little boy in Florence?” “Do you remember?” “Do you remember?” “Do you remember?”
Because when you live forever, you become less what you are, and more what you did: I used to run away from chores and hide underneath the overhanging river bank I used to climb to the top of the rigging whenever I could to stare at the horizon I learnt to weave using three different types of looms I made myself a knife before I even left home for the first time I was a painter during the Renaissance I was good friends with Haydn I helped deliver Margaret Ewell’s baby in a hovel and she named the girl after me I taught Robbie Sumpter how to whistle I threw the most extravagant Christmas party in all of London in 1878 and Martha was livid I took vagrant children off the streets and tried to give them a home I was a spy during the War I helped Germans escape across the wall—
I married you (I married you).
When you live forever it’s hard to remember who you are, but someone else can make it easier. And when so many years have passed, and so much has been lost, that becomes the most you can ask for.
Skz members - brats or brat tamers? Little of both? Neither/not their thing? What's their brat style? How do they 'handle' their brats? (May be self indulging in my Chan brat tamer delulu. You're free to agree or disagree lol)
I’m writing this while at work so don’t expect too much pls lol
skz + brat or brat tamer?
Chris - Brat Tamer but soft, coos and shakes his head in disapproval at your behavior. Coaxes you into behaving. “I’m not mad I’m just disappointed” attitude.
Minho - Brat Tamer but hard, will absolutely spank you and slap you right across the face when you’re being real bad. Has a paddle. And a - flogger? The whip thing.
Changbin - Brat Tamer but soft, has a thing for grabbing you and tossing you around when you’re not behaving. Grabs your ankle when you try to crawl away, dragging you back to his hips.
Hyunjin - Brat Tamer but somewhere between soft and hard. Makes you behave by grabbing your jaw and making you hold eye contact as he tells you to knock it off.
Jisung - Not a brat tamer when dominant, not a brat when submissive. Behaves himself. <3
Felix - Brat Tamer but soft. Giggles when you misbehave but finds ways to get you to listen to him, like fucking into you a little harder until you’re crying.
Seungmin - Brat Tamer (hard) with you, Brat with the other members. Will absolutely shove your face down into the sheets and make you gasp for air because you can’t talk back if you’re unable to breathe, right? But a brat if he’s messing around with other members - especially Changbin and Minho.
Jeongin - Brat Tamer but hard, the type to get frustrated and tie you up or handcuff you to the bed so you can just lay there and cry about it. Sadistic™️.
(Reader has no name! I use (Y/N) and pronouns she/her.)
Bangchan: He wouldn’t tease you really. He’d reassure you that it’s normal and there’s no need to be embarrassed. He would kiss all over your face until your blush disappears and you giggle.
“You feeling better?” He asks, smiling at Y/N.
Y/N nods, “Feel better but I’m still thinking about my dream.”
He grins, “We can make your dream reality if you tell me what it was.”
“I’m too embarrassed.”
“I’ve seen every beautiful part of you and we have done everything known to man, sweetheart.”
Y/N takes a deep breath as she plays with her shirt, “I was just dreaming about your arms and how you pin me down, Chan. I love it when you do that.”
“That’s what has you so worked up?” He asks, “The thought of me pinning you down is what made you wake up moaning my name?”
Y/N blushes, “Shut up.”
He laughs and kisses her again, “I have no complaints about it, sweetheart. I love knowing how much you desire me. You have no idea how many times I’ve had dreams about you and woke to find I came in my pants.”
“You dirty boy.” Y/N laughs.
He grins and looks down between her legs and licks his lips, “Would you rather go back to sleep or have me bring your dream to life?”
Y/N gulps, “I’d much rather you fuck me back to sleep.”
He takes his shirt off and trips getting out of his pants causing her to laugh. He jumps on her making her squeal as he starts kissing all over her face again, “No one would know you’re horny with how much you’re laughing.”
“You’re the only one who needs to know I’m horny.”
He looks down at her and his face lights up, “I know we are both horny and craving sex but can I just say you are so beautiful.”
“Tell me after you fuck me because after that dream I really need you.”
He groans and the sound goes straight between her legs. She loved dreaming about him and all the inappropriate things they do together and even though it is sometimes embarrassing when he catches her, there was nothing she loved more than when those dreams came to life because reality was always better and he was always so thoughtful and caring even through all the sexual tension.
Y/N gasps as he suddenly starts taking her clothes off, leaving her naked and exposed. His eyes rake over her body and he groans at the sight.
“I am so thankful that you get horny when you’re sleeping.”
Y/N laughs loudly but he silences her with a kiss and the two of you get lost in a world that is entirely yours.
Changbin: “You wannnnnnt me.” He smirked.
She blushed, “Shut up.”
He laughed, “(Y/N), you have no idea how much I desire you every day and to know you desire me even when you sleep brings me joy and also makes me horny.”
She snorted out a laugh, “You’re always horny.”
“Seems to me that you are too.” He grinned.
He moved closer causing her stomach to tighten. His breath was hitting her lips and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and slide her tongue into his mouth and to feel his tongue in hers.
“Tell me what you were dreaming about that got you so turned on.” He spoke, hand on the inside of your thigh. You were craving for it to go higher.
(Y/N) blushed, "You'll just tease me more."
He only grinned and moved his hand up further.
He's such a smartass, she thought.
"I can tease you as much as you'd like, sweetheart." He smiled.
"I know you would." (Y/N) replied, rolling her eyes.
He squeezed her thigh and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, "So tell me what you were dreaming about, baby. I want to make it happen for you. Give you something else to dream about tomorrow."
His voice sent shivers down her spine and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him.
She never fucking could.
So as soon as she told him she dreamt that she was riding him into the mattress and he was grabbing at her ass, he wasted no time in ripping their clothes off, his lips attached to every inch of her skin.
"Tomorrow you're going to wake up from another dream and I'm going to make that one come true."
"If we had sex every time I dreamed about you we would never actually rest." She admitted.
He stared at her, (Y/N) felt her stomach tighten at his face, but she didn't have time to think about it because he was on her and the rest of the world faded away the moment his body was against hers.
Han: "Tell me, baby. I want to know all about the things I was doing to you in your dream."
(Y/N) gulped as he pushed her to her back, hovering over her so he could stare down at her with that damn smirk on his face.
"Who said I was dreaming about you?" She teased.
He smirked and pushed her thighs open, his fingers digging into the soft flesh like he knew she liked it, "You wouldn't let me do this to you if you were dreaming about anyone else, sweetheart. Besides, I fuck you too good for you to ever want to be with another man."
He wasn't wrong and he knew it. He always knew how weak you were for him and he used it to his advantage. Just like he was doing now.
"It was just a normal sex dream." (Y/N) replied, a blush on her cheeks.
"I don't think it was because you're extremely wet right now." He grinned, placing his hand against her through her thin shorts.
She groaned, "You mother fucker."
He laughed and leaned down to kiss her softly, "Not a mother fucker but I'm definitely a you fucker."
She glared at him, "You always have a smart reply for everything."
"Well if you tell me your dream then I won't talk no more. I'll just fuck you until you fall into a dreamless sleep."
(Y/N) stuttered a bit as she tried getting her words out, "You're awful! Why can't I just get myself off and go to bed?"
His fingers trailed up under her shorts, "Because you can't touch yourself as well as I can. I can make you fall apart on my fingers, baby. You're going to struggle to get yourself there."
Once again, he wasn't wrong.
His fingers trailed lightly over the front of her underwear causing her to groan. She grabbed his arms, "Stop talking and just fuck me. Tomorrow we're going to pretend this never happened."
"If you think I'm going to forget you got this wet just dreaming about me you're wrong. I'm going to keep that in my mind for the rest of my life."
She went to argue him but he was kissing her and every other thought flew out of her head apart from him fucking her into the mattress.
She really loved this man even if he could be a major pain in the ass sometimes, but he was her pain in the ass and she wouldn't want it any other way.
Felix: "Come on, (Y/N), tell me what has you squirming under me right now. What were you dreaming about?"
She let out a shaky breath, "Just thought of you and your mouth."
He smiled at her, "Yeah? Where was my mouth at?"
She blushed, "You know where it was."
"I do. I just want to hear your pretty mouth say the word."
(Y/N) was always amazed by him because he always seemed so soft in front of others but when it was just them he turned into such a filth mouth. That was part of the reason she had the dream she did.
"It was between my thighs."
He shook his head and grinned as he moved between her legs, "Close but not exactly what I want to hear."
She groaned, "You're killing me."
He chuckled, "Let me hear you say the word and I'll give you something better than your dreams."
(Y/N) knew that she would absolutely never live this down.
"Your mouth was on my pussy!" She exclaimed, blushing.
"That's a good girl."
He settled between her stomach and grabbed for her underwear. Her stomach racing even though they have done this a million times. She didn't think she'd ever get used to having someone as wonderful as him in her life, but she was excited to have forever with him and figure it all out along the way.
"I want you to wake me up anytime you're horny, baby." He smiled, kissing her thigh as he pulled her underwear down, "I always love making you feel good."
She covered her eyes as he peeled her underwear away and tossed them to the floor, "Felix, please."
He let out a low chuckle, "Your dream got you this turned on, sweetheart?"
(Y/N) just mumbled under her breath causing him to laugh. She was about to scold him but his lips were suddenly on her and the only thing she could focus on was the way his mouth felt.
Nothing else in the world mattered to her at that moment.
Minho: "You're such a good girl."
(Y/N) kept her hands on her face as Minho took her clothes off. She knew it would happen as soon as she woke up moaning his name. She wasn't expecting to find him already awake staring at her but when she saw the look on his face, oh yeah, she knew.
What was going to happen in the next little while would be so much better than her dreams but she was still nervous. She figured she'd always be nervous because she loved him so much and he always made her feel things.
"Minho." She whined.
He smiled at her, "Can't let my angel go to bed horny can I?"
(Y/N) removed her hands and looked at him as he moved between her legs, "I didn't think you'd be awake."
"I woke up to the sounds of you moaning and to my surprise you were still asleep. Wasn't expecting you to moan my name and arch that pretty little back off the bed."
He was going to be her end.
"Minho, get some rest. You really don't have to worry about me."
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you off, sweetheart? Now you're going to lay there and look all pretty while I do all the things that I want to do to you."
She gulped and grabbed at the sheets. She'd never get used to his mouth either, physically and verbally.
"I'll make sure for the next week you don't have these dreams of yours because I'm going to fuck you every night."
She whined, "Baby, please."
"Love hearing you whine for me." He groaned, "Wish I knew what I was doing to you in your dream but that's okay because I'm about to do it all even better."
Her head was spinning. It was a good thing they didn't have any plans for the rest of the week because she knew she was in for it and that she wouldn't be in any kind of shape to be in public after he was done with her.
She really fucking loved this man.
He disappeared down between her thighs and every other rational thought she was forming also disappeared.
Hyunjin: "Tell me what I was doing to you."
(Y/N) took a deep breath, "You were fucking me raw."
He cussed and pushed her legs further apart as he crawled between them. His obvious erection straining against his boxers. The sight had her mouth watering.
"Yeah? You want me to do that to you right now, sweetheart? It's so late and you're craving my cum leaking out of you. What a dirty girl."
(Y/N) whine at his words, "Hyunjin, please."
"Love it when you beg."
He reached down and pulled his cock out of his boxers, rubbing it against her pussy. She mentally scolded herself for always sleeping naked, but at the same time it felt too good that she really didn't care. She hoped he fucked her while she slept one night. She'd have to bring that up afterwards.
"Just fuck me." She begged, "Want you."
"Mhm, I know. I heard those sweet noises you were making." He grinned, "Wish I knew exactly how I was fucking you."
(Y/N) gulped before speaking, "From behind. You were taking me from behind and spanking me as you fucked me."
She knew when he hit it from behind he often lost his mind because it was his favorite position.
He had her on her hands and knees before she could even notice his reaction to her words.
"If that's what my baby wants that's what she'll get."
He spanked her ass causing her to gasp. He groaned at the sight of his hand print on her skin. He'd have to take some more photos to add to his collection.
"You ready for me, baby? Going to fuck you so good and make sure you're leaking of me all night."
She groaned and pushed back against him, "Fuck me right now or I'm getting my dildo."
That was all she needed to say before he pushed his cock in her.
(Y/N) knew a fucking dildo would never compare to the real thing but it was always a nice threat to get him to do what she wanted. They'd have a lot of washing to do tomorrow but they both know that it would be worth it, even if it wouldn't stay clean long.
Seungmin: "Sweetheart, I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is I was doing to you in your dreams."
(Y/N) groaned causing him to laugh, "Do I have to tell you?"
"If you want me to fuck you then yes." He replied, "I need to know what you were dreaming of that had you grinding against my leg in the middle of the night."
She'd be embarrassed if they hadn't been together so long. She was only blushing because it was the first time he caught her. She could usually wake up, get herself off and go back to sleep without him knowing.
"I thought about the night when you came home a couple months ago. I really wanted you and you took me in every room of the house. You were fucking me into the bed so good and I was making marks on your back."
He let out a soft groan, "I'm going to have to fuck you in every room tomorrow then, sweetheart. Consider all our plans canceled."
He kissed her before she could argue and she melted against his lips. They were so soft, tender and always knew how to get her blood racing.
(Y/N) was absolutely in love with this man even though he could be a tease and purposely make her squirm. She couldn't imagine living this life with anyone else.
"Do you want me to fuck you into the mattress right now, princess?" He asked, licking her bottom lip, "Want me to make you cum?"
(Y/N) groaned and grabbed his shoulders, "If you don't then I'm going to kick your ass because I could have gotten myself off."
He laughed and kissed her nose, "I would never leave you hanging, baby. As hot as it is to think about you touching yourself, I would much rather be the one making you cum."
He pulled her hips down and wrapped her legs around his waist, You're already so wet that I don't even need to get your ready."
She groaned in embarrassment but he was smiling away. He loved making her get like this, all flushed and squirmy. He felt blessed to be the one to see her this way.
"Fuck me and shut up."
He could tell how needy she actually was because she was being snippy and he loved it. She always got so mean when she was horny and it was such a turn on knowing she wanted him that bad.
Even in her fucking dreams.
"I'll fuck you good, baby. You won't have to dream about me fucking you anymore because you can just wake me up by riding my cock."
(Y/N) opened her mouth to say something but it turned into a moan when his cock started pushing inside of her.
"I'll make sure you sleep so good afterwards, angel." He promised.
And he never failed to keep a promise.
Jeongin: "Jeongin, stop looking at me like that!" (Y/N) scolded.
But he really couldn't help it. He woke up to find his girlfriend moaning his name while she was dreaming. How could he not be amused and smug at the fact?
"You're so beautiful, baby. Even more beautiful when you're moaning for me like that."
She let out a scoff, "You're annoying."
"Can't be too annoying if you're desperate for my cock at one in the morning." He grinned.
She could only cover her face in embarrassment causing him to chuckle. He pulled her hands away and leaned down to kiss her.
"You don't know what it does to me to know you want me that bad, sweetheart. To know you desire me even in your state of unconsciousness makes me so hard. I want you so bad."
She let out a small whimper, "You're such a fucking tease. If you want me then fuck me."
He smiled at her, "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, princess. I'd never dream of letting you go to bed horny."
She rolled her eyes, "You're a menace to society I hope you know that."
"I do but you're the only one who matters to me so whatever everyone else thinks it isn't important." He kissed her softly and he could feel all the sass leave her body. It seemed she always softened up when he kissed her.
"Fuck." She groaned, "Don't stop kissing me."
"I don't want to, angel, but if you want me to fuck you then I need to make sure you really want to. I need verbal consent."
"You have it! Fuck me, Jeongin. Make me cum on your cock!"
He cussed and dug his nails into her hips, "And you say I'm the menace?"
She laughed at his reaction, "You're the one taking your time when you could have been in me forever ago."
He bit her lip causing her to gasp then licked it to soothe any pain she felt, "I'm promising you now that the next time I wake to find you moaning for me in your dreams, that I'm going to wake you up and fuck you so hard that you fall right back to sleep before you can say a single word to me."
"I really hope you keep that promise then, baby." (Y/N) said, smiling at him.
She knew he would. She also knew that he really wouldn't fuck her without knowing she was okay with it, but the thought of him taking her when she was still sleepy and out of it actually turned her on.
"You with me?" He asked.
She nodded, "I'm here and I'm waiting for your cock."
He chuckled, "Alright, sweetheart since you seem to want it so bad. Your next dream won't even compare to what I'm about to do to you."
She knew no matter what kind of dream she had next that it would never compare to the real thing, but it was still fun to think about how he'd react to her dreaming about him again.
Still turned her on to think of all the late night things they would do.
But for now she could only focus on his cock suddenly sliding inside her.
Who needed dreams when she had this for her reality?
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