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To Be Loved - 01

Here's where she meets prince charming.

⤑ pairing: namjoon x reader ⤑ genre: hybrid au, romance, hurt/comfort ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 5.2k ⤑ warnings: DEPICTIONS OF READER IN A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP (i.e, manipulation, domestic/verbal abuse, threats, degradation, violence toward reader), bullying toward reader, the "gaston" character is a straight-up asshole lmao, hyrbids are treated as second-class humans, description of bodily harm, sexual harassments, minor violence, based off 2013 namjoon in this chapter lol. please be mindful of the warnings!! ⤑ note: happy birthday, namjoon!! while i was taking a break from magic shop, i've been working on a couple other projects and i finally finished one. it's truly a coincidence that i completed this story today lol. this story is loosely based off beauty & the beast but with hybrids.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05

It was a dark and stormy night.

Flickering fluorescent lights. The heat of the jeering crowd. Grey concrete in the old warehouse. Speakers reverberating a deep bass that fills the room. Thunder is drowned out as two amateur rappers spit lines on the small stage, eliciting reactions from the audience before them.

One of the contestant’s attention drifts to the crowd until he makes eye contact with you. It seems like he was looking for you. The moment you raise your hand to offer a tiny, half-hearted wave, the corners of his lips tug to a haughty smirk. Then, with the microphone to his lips, he puffs out his chest, turns back to his opponent, and begins rapping.

You’re less than impressed when he finishes his turn and is declared the winner of the round.

To be fair, however, this isn’t your scene. It’s too loud. Too rowdy.

If it were up to you, you’d be at home. Safe and cozy in your warm bed, curled up to a good book or movie. Initially, you didn’t even want to come, complaining that the weather is awful, the venue is too small, the floors are sticky, and that there are too many people.

But he insisted that you come tonight. For him.

One of his friends has her arm linked with yours, anchoring you to her. Her eyes are bright with excitement as she screams in your ear, “Fighting! Kangdae!”

The one you’re all here to see stands on the stage, relishing in the audience’s attention. There’s a smug look on his face when he meets your gaze, as if checking to see if you’re just as impressed with his performance as the rest of the audience is.

Politely, you clap your hands, not quite sure what the etiquette for these types of things are.

The host continues to rile up the crowd, daring any of the other contestants to step forward and challenge Kangdae.

No one does.

Except for one.

Silence follows as a lanky, tall contestant comes onstage. One that no one has heard from yet. Sunglasses cover his eyes, but you can make out some of his predominant features: his full lips, the deep dimples in his shy smile, his tanned skin.

“Okay, kid,” the host says, intrigued. “Show us what you got.”

The kid is handed a mic. Kangdae looks him up and down and scoffs.

The difference between the two is telling.

Kangdae lives for the attention, wildly gesturing and getting into his opponent’s face. He encourages the crowd to cheer him on like that. Their hoots and hollering pumps the adrenaline in his veins as he verbally attacks the guy ballsy enough to challenge him.

His opponent, to your surprise, stands quietly as he’s thrown insult after insult. Then, when it’s his turn, the room falls in awe. His flow makes him sound professional, even though he sounds quite young. You’re impressed with his wordplay, how he keeps up with the rhythm, how he delivers the lines.

He’s by far your favorite of all the ones you’ve heard tonight.

There’s a clear winner after the boy with sunglasses is done, though rather than shove his victory at his opponent’s face, he holds out his hand to Kangdae and offers a dimpled smile.

Rap Monster.

That’s what they call him.

And as Kangdae bitterly shakes his hand, stunned at the turn of events, you’re beginning to see why they call him that.

In your small, provincial town, Kangdae has it all. He’s a handsome young man, athletic and popular. His family is well-off; so much so that he can indulge in expensive clothing brands, own the newest models and gadgets, and party every weekend at some bougie club or resort. Guys look up to him. Girls are in love with him. He lives off the attention and praise from his big circle of friends.

And yet, for whatever shallow reason, he seems fixated on you.

Unlike Kangdae, you hate being in the spotlight. It makes you shy. It makes you feel nervous. You tend to keep to yourself because of that, reading books or watching animal videos on your phone. You feel like you hardly have any friends in the town.

Then, one day, seemingly out of nowhere, Kangdae declares he wants you to be his girl.

And suddenly, you’re on everybody’s radar.

Why would someone so brilliant and outgoing even be interested in a boring and quiet person like you?

That’s a question even you often wonder.

Finding the answers to that, however, becomes unwarranted.

People start to talk to you. People you’ve never spoken to before suddenly act friendly toward you. People who’ve never spared you a glance suddenly want to know all your dirty secrets. People who don’t even know you begin to spread rumors.

“The whole town already knows you’re my girl,” Kangdae tells you one day, while you’re sitting on the steps of your house, eyes red from tears of a recent bullying incident. He doesn’t seem to care about that though. In fact, you’re certain he’s even laughed about it at your expense. “Why don’t we just make it official? You’re not dating anyone, are you?”

“Are you even attracted to me?” you ask him seriously.

He shrugs. “Yeah, you’re hot. I heard quiet girls can get quite freaky too.”

“No way,” you cut in, repulsed by his insinuation. You stand on your feet, turning to go inside. “I’ll never–”

Before you could open the door, you’re suddenly shoved against it. Kangdae towers over you, anger burning in his eyes. He’s never been rejected. He always gets his way.

It’s something you learn the hard way.

“Then I’ll make sure your life continues to be a living hell,” he threatens before he releases you.

More than before, unwanted attention is thrown at you. As soon as you enter the classroom, people stare and sneer. You hear them whisper about you in the hallways. You’re confronted in small groups. Accusations that you think you’re too good to be dating someone like Kangdae. How there must be something wrong with you.

In the eyes of many, Kangdae is perfect. Objectively handsome. Popular among his peers. Comes from money. All the guys you know want to be him. All the girls you know want to be with him. What makes a nobody like you think that you can do better?

You hardly had any friends in the town, but not once have you ever felt this isolated. You’ve never felt this singled-out. It feels like the whole world is against you.

You can’t take it.

“Kangdae,” you call out to him, stopping as he’s about to head to the field. He’s dressed in his sports uniform, about to go into a match against another school. “One date.”

A Cheshire smile spreads across his face. “I knew you wouldn’t resist, babe.”

You try not to cringe when he plants a wet kiss on your cheek.

Maybe you’re naïve. But maybe that’s why Kangdae is after you.

You’re quiet, soft-spoken, and incredibly shy. You don’t have a lot of friends, and you haven’t had a serious relationship before him. You don’t know anything about what love really is. Yet, despite what an odd loner you are, you’re a beautiful girl. Innocent and loyal to a fault. An easy target for Kangdae to walk all over.

With his hand around your waist, you feel like an accessory. Before you ever considered dating him, he already declared you as his girlfriend, telling even strangers that he passed by that you would one day be his.

“Right from the moment I saw you, I think I fell in love,” he admits on your first date, taking you to a nice, upscale restaurant. It’s different from anything you’ve experienced in your small town. The menu items are so expensive, it doesn't list pricing, and each course that is presented at your table is like a work of art.

What’s most interesting about this restaurant, however, isn’t just the food. But the staff.

Gorgeous women in white blouses and black skirts that show off their voluptuous curves and long legs. Poking at the back of the skirts are tails. And on their heads are pairs of animal ears. Some of them have stripes or spots on their skin, some have nails as sharp as claws, and some have unique eyes like cats and reptiles.

Hybrids.

Neither human, nor animal. But something in-between.

In your town, coming across them is rare but not unheard of. They usually dwell in the cities, where sanctuaries housing them are. Some are adopted into families or are hired to do difficult and dirty work with an employer willing to work with them. But most aren’t as lucky, and are treated as sub-human. Worse than how some people care for their beloved cat or dog.

“What makes you say that?” you ask Kangdae as a bunny hybrid brings out the next course. She, like the other hybrids, is quite beautiful.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” he simply states as he sips on some liquor. Then, suddenly, he smacks the hybrid’s ass. “Hey, isn’t my girlfriend gorgeous?”

“Kangdae!”

“Yes, sir,” the hybrid quickly answers before practically running away from the table. You feel awful, but Kangdae cackles as if it’s the most entertaining thing he’s seen all evening.

“Babe, don’t be mad. She’s just a hybrid.”

One date turns into another. He showers you with expensive gifts, and takes you out to luxurious places. Sometimes, it’s nice. You never imagined you’d be leaning against the railing of a yacht, feeling the salt air against your skin as the boat cruises through deep blue waters. Or fine dining at rooftop restaurants in the big cities with a breathtaking view of the skylines.

You find yourself watching underground rap contests, and witnessing the skill and poetry of a particular contestant that caught your attention once. A tall boy with a thick pair of sunglasses and a dimpled smile.

Other times, it can feel overwhelming. Like you’re undeserving all the things that he bombards you with, and you owe it to him for one more date. One more party he wants you to come with him too. One more ‘this is the last time’ before he asks you again.

He introduces you to his friends, showing you off to them despite how out of place you feel among them. He texts and calls you all the time, wanting to know where you are and who you’re with, and letting you know that he’s thinking about you in persistent, long messages. He posts about you on his social media, calling you his girl, as engagements of likes, views, and comments fill underneath it.

People tell you all the time that you’re lucky though.

Of all the girls he could’ve been with, he picked you. Someone handsome, rich, and popular fell in love at first sight with a boring, quiet, lonely girl like you.

And maybe that’s why you stay. Who else would love you if not him?

Next week, you find yourself in the same, abandoned warehouse. Another night, another show. Another chance for Kangdae to redeem himself.

One thing about him is that he hates to lose. His pride just wouldn’t allow it.

Yet, once again, he doesn’t stand a chance.

This time, Rap Monster seems to be the crowd favorite. Everyone cheers for him once he steps onstage, wearing the same dark sunglasses over his eyes. He seems a bit more confident as he raps, his flow and rhythm even better than last week.

You feel like a fan as you and your group stand close to the stage. Although you’re supposed to be there for Kangdae, you can’t help but cheer his opponent on. Your heart jumps when you see Rap Monster catch your eye and give you a dimpled smile, bowing like a prince when he ends his round.

A shift can be felt once it’s Kangdae’s turn with the mic. People in your group and some of the audience make some noise, but the majority of strangers in the crowd are merely nodding along or quietly listening.

Until the first heckle comes. Followed by someone else yelling at him to get off the stage.

Mean laughter fills the room, and you almost feel bad for Kangdae.

Had it not been for what he does next.

Gasps and exclamations of shock are followed when he suddenly punches Rap Monster.

“Hey, no! You can’t do that shit!” the host yells as the security guards make haste to handle the situation. They pull Kangdae away, trying to de-escalate, but it’s too late. The crowd gets riled up, shouting and egging him on. Two men have to hold Kangdae down, but he’s strong. He nearly manages to break free and get to Rap Monster’s face a couple times. Rap Monster’s sunglasses are knocked off, and he’s holding his face with one hand, covering an eye.

Because when he opens the other one… it looks strange.

It doesn’t look human.

A couple people up front scream in terror as they point at him. “A monster!”

“He’s one of them!” another shouts in disgust. “He’s a hybrid!”

Suddenly, the room seems to quiet down as they all look at him, stunned, horrified, disgusted. You could see him trying to hide his face as the host snaps at him, “This event is for humans only!”

The sunglasses have fallen near you, and without thinking, you quickly grab them and climb onto the stage. You don’t know what’s gotten over you. You hate attention. You hate being in the spotlight. You’re often shy and insecure, and always stay in your lane.

But you have to help.

“Here,” you tell him gently, pushing the broken sunglasses toward his hand. Up this close, you feel so small standing next to him. “You should get out of here.”

He nods his head and takes them from you, seeming grateful and a little scared. His eyes look reptilian like a serpent, but they’re pretty. You feel like you can’t forget them.

In the innermost area of the iris, near his slightly vertical pupil, is a hint of warm brown, but the rest is a mix of deep blue and purple. The color of indigo.

“Get away from her, you beast,” Kangdae commands, but Rap Monster is already walking away from the stage. Away from you.

Somehow, the rain outside seems to pour harder as he leaves.

It’s been years since that night.

Kangdae seemed over it, wanting to chase his fifteen minutes of fame elsewhere. And while you were interested in one of the rappers, you aren’t keen enough to keep going back. It isn’t like that Rap Monster would be welcomed at the future showings anyway.

However, you start listening to hip-hop music more than other genres these days. Secretly hoping that, if you’re to meet him again, maybe the two of you could talk about some of the artists you like. Books that you’ve read, movies you’ve seen.

But you haven’t seen him since.

You end up working for Kangdae’s family. In such a small, provincial town, there isn’t much of an option. His family seems to own and have connections to everything.

To the point where even your family tells you how lucky you are. Kangdae is a catch. Marrying him would guarantee a well-off life with someone objectively handsome, who thinks you’re the most beautiful woman in town, who you’d be out of your mind to leave or break things off with.

Although your father and your siblings mean well, you could only nod in defeat. You can’t bear to tell them how miserable you are with Kangdae.

The same man who tells you you’re the one for him, but flirts with other women in front of you. Who gets angry over little things and takes it out on you, screaming at your face, throwing things that nearly hit you, punching holes in walls and doors, or leaving you confused and worried for days without a word until he finally decides to come back. He’d shower you with expensive gifts and affection to make up for it, but his sweeter side never stays long before the cycle repeats.

And you can’t seem to find your way out of it.

The constant pressure to be with Kangdae has you wishing you could just disappear from the town. To run away from it all and never go back.

But you’re a coward, and you don’t know where else to go. Everyone in town likes Kangdae, and even your family wouldn’t believe what a monster he really is.

In the apartment you share with him, it’s dark and empty. Empty bottles of soju and beer are on the coffee table, dirty dishes are in the sink for you to clean, there’s still a gaping hole in the pantry from an argument a couple weeks ago that hasn’t been fixed. But Kangdae’s shoes aren’t by the door, and you don’t imagine he’d be back anytime soon.

With a quiet, defeated sigh, you take off your shoes and your coat, place your purse down, and begin cleaning up the mess. You go through the motions of it, exhausted from work, from having more to do once you get home, and as you gather the bottles, you see that he’s placed some on top of a book.

A fairy tale story about a far-off place, daring sword fights, and a prince in disguise.

It’s your favorite. The local librarian gave it to you as a gift, and Kangdae is using it as a coaster. And one of the half-empty bottles has spilled over, soaking through the pages.

Angry, you drop the bag on the ground, letting the bottles clatter against each other, and pick up the book, trying to salvage the ruined cover. But rings of liquid stain the front, and the pages are wrinkled from the liquid, blurring the texts so they’re unreadable.

Even before, the book is already a bit worn-out when it was gifted to you, but it still makes you want to cry. Kangdae doesn’t seem to care about you at all anymore.

How much longer are you going to put up with this? Shouldn’t you deserve your own happiness? Shouldn’t you deserve to be loved?

You have to leave him. You don’t know when. You don’t know how. But you have to.

That much you know.

Your plans are foiled by a single question.

“Will you marry me?”

Horror strikes your face. Down on one knee before you is Kangdae with a beautiful diamond ring. You could feel every person in the room staring at you, waiting for an answer. All his friends, your family, and even random strangers at the venue are gathered unexpectedly and witnessing his proposal. Wide smiles and excited looks surround you, as if they already know you’ll say yes.

Do you want to say yes?

Are you going to tell him no? In front of all these people?

“Kangdae, I—” you start to say, your voice trembling. You could feel the pressure weighed upon you, setting you close to a panic.

Your boyfriend doesn’t notice how uncomfortable you are. He’s busy flashing a bright, charming smile at the anticipating crowd for his big moment. His smile starts to falter when you take too long to respond.

Behind the smile, you could almost sense it. The heat of his anger.

You have to say something. You have to decide.

You have to tell him no.

“I…” you begin again. Your gaze catches Kangdae’s family, and how they nod their head, encouraging you to continue. Your voice is very soft and almost defeated when you say, “Okay.”

“Yes? You’re saying yes?” Kangdae exclaims loudly as the people around cheer and clap. You even see some girls start to burst into tears. Girls you know Kangdae frequently talk to. Your family seems relieved, worried that you’d reject him, that you’d shame and humiliate them with your refusal.

But it’s when you look at Kangdae’s family where your blood runs cold. They whisper to each other and nod, gauging the reaction of those witnessing the proposal. It feels like they’re in a business merger, and it occurs to you that maybe, to them, it is one.

You feel numb as Kangdae pulls you into a kiss and a tight embrace.

You’re engaged now.

And it makes you want to throw up.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” Kangdae whines, trying to pull you closer to him. “Why are you upset? We’re engaged now!”

“Is it because you want to marry me? Or because your family made you?”

He scoffs. “What are you saying?”

It’s been years since the two of you have been together. Years of you being compliant, years of you arguing behind closed doors, of you silently suffering and hoping that things will get better. That, perhaps, one day you could convince yourself that he’ll change his ways. That he'll love you.

Perhaps in front of your family and friends, the two of you act like a happy couple.

You’re the girlfriend he brags about. Arm candy that he can show off because you’re the prettiest girl in town. Someone that his parents approve of, and often question when he’ll pop the question to you. A question, you suspect, puts his inheritance on the line if he hadn’t proposed so soon.

“Kangdae, do you even love me?”

Kangdae laughs. It’s a dark, biting chuckle that makes your skin crawl. “For a pretty girl, you sure say a lot of stupid shit. What kind of fucking question is that?”

Your mouth snaps shut. Until he snaps at you to answer him. “Kangdae, I…”

“Didn’t I propose to you? What more do you want, huh?”

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t you realize how lucky you are to be with a guy like me? I spent so much money on you! I buy you nice things. I take you to beautiful places. I’ve helped you get a job at my parents’ company. I’ve bought you a home. And this is how you repay me?”

“Kangdae, please, just hear me out,” you plead, but the guilt and fear are already eating at you. It’s true that he’s provided you with so much. Are you being foolish? Ungrateful?

“Don’t forget, stupid bitch,” he threatens, his voice low as he grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks with his grip. “You will be my wife. You’re nothing without me. I will make your life a living hell. If you think this is the worst, then you’ve seen nothing yet.”

He storms out.

And as the door slams shut, you slowly sink to the floor, trembling as his words of a very bleak future run through your head. Crying in misery and frustration that you, once again, couldn’t stand up for yourself. That you still feel too scared to just leave him and all you know behind. That his anger and selfishness will continue to wear you down.

That, soon, you’ll be married to a monster.

It’s after a long day at work when you see Kangdae again. However, he isn’t alone.

“What’s going on? What is this?”

You frown at the sight before you. Kangdae is on the couch, and kneeling by his feet and wrapped in a ribbon is a young man.

No, a hybrid. A bunny hybrid.

He’s very muscular, with bruises and scratches covering his golden skin. His hair is dark, matching the long, black ears on his head. And his eyes are big, round, and full of fear as he stares back at you.

“Don’t you like him? Watched him in a fight last night. He’s pretty tough for a bunny, but lost in the final round. His owner was pissed! Nearly knocked him out himself!” Kangdae cackles with laughter, seeming to have found it amusing. "But babe, remember our first date? Remember those hybrid servers you kept staring at?”

“Yes,” you reply with a frown, not really sure what he’s getting at. What do they have to do with the bunny hybrid currently in your living room?

“I convinced the owner to let me borrow his hybrid for the night. As an apology gift,” he states with a proud smile. “Had to fork up a lot of money, but the guy wasn’t too pleased about his prized fighter losing the match anyway.”

“I-I’m not… he’s…” You’re at a loss of words. How could he explain this to you so casually?

“I wanted to make it up to you, babe. Girls dig shit like this, right? Owner kept bragging on and on about how obedient he is and how much stamina he has.” Kangdae can see you’re not into the idea and comes up to you, touching your arm. “I don’t mind. I’d love to watch. Hell, I might even invite the girls over to give him a try.”

“Stop. You’re disgusting.”

How could he think you’d be okay with this? How could anyone?

Hybrids often get treated like pets, but they’re still human.

“Ungrateful cunt. Can't you see I’m trying to do something nice for you?!” Kangdae roars, and you feel the sting on your face before it registers what happened. He just slapped you.

You’re still in shock and a bit of pain as he grabs his car keys and a jacket. You cradle your cheek as you numbly ask, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going for a drink. Don’t wait up for me.” He slams the door on his way out. You blink back the tears as a deafening silence follows the roar of his engine, the squeals of his tires as he takes off.

Is this all your fault again? Are you being ungrateful?

No, no. Kangdae is the one taking things too far. And you’re so fed up with it.

You've always been afraid to speak up for yourself. You’ve always been a coward, and wanted to play things safe. You’ve always let him walk all over you. You could never save yourself from such a miserable situation.

You’re so preoccupied with your thoughts, you almost forgot you aren’t alone. The sound of rustling catches your attention, and you see the bunny hybrid trying to unravel himself from the ribbon binding him.

“I can help you,” you offer, and he flinches at your voice. You soften your tone and try again. “Would you let me? I promise, I won’t hurt you.”

He thinks about it for a moment, glancing at you with suspicion and weariness. But he nods his head. Despite how bruised up he is, he probably figures he could overpower you if you really intended to harm him.

The two of you are silent as you untie the long ribbon from his wrists and slip it off his torso. But being this close to him also gives you a good view on all the cuts and sores he received from the fight.

Your heart sinks for him. Not only is it highly illegal, but this one is a prey. They’re not supposed to fight in the first place.

“Wait here,” you tell him once he’s free from the bondage. He rubs his wrist, but continues to sit on the floor. Nothing is really stopping him from leaving on his own, so you hurry to find a first-aid kit.

When you return to the living room, the bunny hybrid is still there. He hasn’t moved an inch from his spot. He eyes the little box in your hands, seeming to recognize it.

“I think this should help with some of your wounds. Is it okay if I help you with this too?”

This time, he nods his head more eagerly.

Again, a silence falls between you two. But it isn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it’s been a while since you’ve been in the presence of someone else and the silence felt natural. Every now and then, you’d give him a head’s up about the sting of a topical spray or ask him if the bandage you’re wrapping around him is too tight. And he watches you the whole time, nodding and shaking his head when prompted, seeming used to this. You wonder how often he has to treat his own wounds after being thrown in battle.

The silence is cut when his stomach growls loudly. He looks incredibly embarrassed as you offer a small smile. “I have some food in the fridge if you’re hungry. Let me just finish doing this.”

It doesn’t take too much time at all to treat his wounds and wrap fresh bandages on his injuries. You’ve only encountered hybrids a couple times, so you’re not entirely sure what he’d like to eat. You assume fruits and vegetables, but would that be enough?

You start to pull them out and you’re startled when you see the hybrid standing over your shoulder. You see him eyeing a jar of kimchi and take that out as well.

“Does kimchi fried rice sound good to you?” you ask him, and he nods his head more excitedly. His eyes look brighter too, as if you guessed exactly what he’s craving.

Endeared, you begin to get to work. You pull out the leftover rice, sauces, and the ingredients needed to cook it. The hybrid watches as you chop the vegetables and first cook out the onions before adding in the other vegetables and rice. In another pan, you fry a couple eggs to serve over the rice, and sprinkle some toppings of sesame seeds, nori, and sliced green onion. You ransack your fridge for some side dishes you could pair it with, serving some yellow pickled radishes, pickled cucumbers, and seaweed salad in small bowls.

The hybrid watches with big, round eyes and a jittering leg as you set the food before him. You tell him to eat and you barely take a bite of your own dish before he picks up his bowl and devours it like he hasn’t eaten in days. His brows are furrowed and he starts huffing, but he’s quick to grab the side dish closest to him and cleans that as well.

“Is it good?” you ask him tentatively.

He gives a brief nod, mouth too full to answer, and fills his bowl with seconds.

“I’m glad. I would’ve made more if I had known you’d be this hungry,” you tell him, heart full just seeing him eat well.

You can’t help but feel sorry for him. You can’t imagine what he’s been through, and you don’t want him to be sent back to his owner. You don’t want him to be put in another dangerous and exploiting situation.

“I’m sorry about him. That guy that was here earlier,” you begin. You’ve barely eaten, but you push your share toward him. “He’s not a nice person.”

The bowl he takes from you covers his face, but his ears twitch toward you. They show that he’s listening to you.

“Your owner isn’t a nice person either, huh?”

The hybrid freezes at the mention of his owner. He lowers the bowl a little and he looks terrified. For the first time, he speaks to you. His word is barely a whisper. “Don’t…”

This time, your eyes widen. “What?”

“Please…” he begs, putting the bowl down. Grains of rice stick around his mouth as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “Please don’t let me go back to him. Please help me.”

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Do you have to be such a daft cunt?

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Word count: 954 words

Warnings: Swearing, growling, reader trying not to attack Miguel

Summary: Hobie shows you Miles being chased and you're pissed, which prompts you to return to HQ to give Miguel a piece of your mind.

Note: This was stuck in my head so I had to let it out. I might expand and make a multi chapter story on how reader met Miguel and the gang. (Might post it on AO3) Reader's hero name is Aqua and was bitten by a radioactive water spider.

Hobie never came to your universe, so to say it caught you by surprise with him standing outside your house was an understatement. It also meant something was wrong.

You felt it in your gut and your instincts were never wrong, so when he showed you a live feed of the chase–sorry more like manhunt–of Miles Morales you felt your blood run cold.

What was O'Hara thinking of going after the kid like that?

You've met Miles a few times–unknowingly to the Society–and you instantly clicked with the kid. He was cool, a bit clumsy, smart as a whip with a wicked sense of humor

Not something O'Hara seemed to have. Weren't all spider people supposed to have a sense of humor?

His must have fallen out his as–Anyway, watching as their 'glorious leader' continue to smash Miles into the train made you see red.

"We're going back to HQ."

"Nuh-uh. That's your bit. I'm a lay back and watch the chaos unfold, Luv."

Both your gaze met, a smile blooming on your face "I have a strong feeling you're up to something Hobie Brown. I hope it's epic."

"I can't be anything else but epic."

The mask covered your face before activating the watch Hobie made for you months ago. Completely undetectable from the Society.

The both of you have had your doubts about a few things concerning the place, hence your own device.

Glancing back at your best friend you sent a two-finger salute and walked forward.

The trip took seconds and you arrived just in time to see O'Hara tell Gwen to go home as the machine grabbed at her limbs.

First Miles, now Gwen. How unhinged was the bastard? Is this how society members are meant to be treated?

You pushed through the crowd of the others, cursing for them to get out of the way as they stood there, doing nothing

Gwen's name left your lips as you mad it to the front and you two made eye contact just as she whispered "We're supposed to be the good guys" before being blasted back to her dimension

A growl built in your chest and you're in front of O'Hara as he turned, slightly off guard at your presence

"Are you out of your fucking mind!?"

The others gasped, Peter B Parker quickly covering Mayday's ears

"Stay out of this Aqua."

He can't be seriously telling you to turn away from what you just witnessed. It was wrong and he and everyone else knew it

"You went too far! What you did to Miles was uncalled for O'Hara!"

The man's eyes turned red, a snarl left his lips showcasing his massive fangs

"Uncalled for? Are you daft? He disrupted a canon event and is on his way to start another. I did what I had to, to try and stop him."

"By what? Chasing him like a criminal! Beating him up! Telling him to just turn a blind eye and accept that he's about to lose his father!? That's cruel, even for you."

"If we don't stop him his universe will collapse. Is that what you want to happen? Huh? His father has to die. There's no changing that."

The others looked on as they fought back and forth. The majority of them exited the room until there was just Peter B Parker with Mayday, Penny, Porker, Jessica, Ben and Margo.

"There is no way you are 100% sure that diverting from canonical events will trigger universal collapse."

"Yes, I can because it happened to me!"

"The multiverse is complex O'Hara and even you with all your genius cannot fathom its capabilities."

O'Hara pushed passed you, growling and ignoring your words

"I don't have time for this. I'm going after Miles. Stay out of my way Aqua."

Your hand caught his wrist, making him pause "Miguel–"

You watch as his shoulders hitch. Not once since you've known him have you ever called him by his first name

"I know you've lost a lot and you feel like you need to shoulder everything on your own but you're taking this too far and you're buckling under the pressure. Don't do something you'll regret."

He wretched his wrist from your grip, putting on his mask as he called out to Jessica and Ben saying they were going after Miles before opening a portal to the teen's dimension.

Jessica and Ben entered and just before Miguel did he turn his head towards you "Don't come after us Aqua. Try and stop me and I can't promise that you won't get hurt."

The collective gasps were just a buzz in the background as blood rushed to your ears "I'll keep that in mind O'Hara. It's a shame. You're letting yourself become a spiderman all of us should fear. I hope you never catch the kid."

With no response the group watched as he disappeared through the portal.

The silence that fell across the room was deafening. Peter was about to say something when you started laughing, holding your side as you doubled over

"Ah–not to be a stickler but what's so funny? Miguel is on his way to rip the kid a new one and you're laughing your kidney off."

It took a while but you calmed down. Looking over at Margo, you smiled "You knew, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. That's why I didn't stop the transport sequence."

"What are you two talking about?" Penny and Porker asked

"The machine sent him to the universe where the spider was supposed to be. Earth-42. Miles Morales is in the wrong dimension."

The panic from everyone–especially Peter–was expected but you weren't concerned about that. The goal now was keeping Miguel as far away from the boy as possible and saving his father. O'Hara was wrong and you were sure of it

"Come on. Let's go save Miles. But first we need to fetch Gwen. Whose in?"

#miguel o'hara #o'hara #spiderverse 2 #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider gwen #spider character #peter b parker #argument #spectators #portals #growling and snarling #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #spider people

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allthingsr-betternotbeingnormal · 11 months

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Miguel O'Hara is unhinged...Is he a sexy Motherfucker? Yes he is but he's still unhinged. 🤤

#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderverse 2 #just my silly little thoughts #bite me #those eyes #Those fangs #That ass!#let me stop #unhinged #sexy mf

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Fine Line - Virgin!Din Djarin

A/N: My fiance helped me pick out whether Din was gonna be a virgin or a little slut. This became so much more intimate than expected. I love the idea that this couple would be so comfortable with each other, so supportive that they could just blend into each other, no matter the circumstances.

Warnings: sexual themes, teasing, virgin!Din, tiddy play, fingering, handjobs, angst if you squint, mostly just fluffy first time smut, heavy breeding kink. Heavy. Dirty talk. Feral!Din. Slight pain kink. Submissive!Reader. Din's also slightly ooc.

Summary: A biodart has made Din's nose exceptional on hunts but it makes it hard to be around you when your ovulating - especially when you're his best friend and bounty hunting partner.

Din had been strange. You hadn't picked up the pattern on him yet but there were random days that he just avoided you like a plague. It was odd, a little hurtful as he'd go all stiff and flee from you every chance he got on those days.

You'd tried not to think much of it but it was hard when you cared so deeply for him. Most days he was normal, humming along to your chatter softly as you both went about daily tasks. He didn't seem bothered to scoop the kid out of your arms and touching you was still just only when needed. Bandaging boo boos for you was endearing.

His hands never lingered too long. You both had a comfortable working relationship. Maybe years ago when you first began working together you'd been head over heels in last with him but you'd never acted on it. He hadn't either. The lust sunk into a deeper sort of emotion as you were exposed to his caring nature. He was simple. Straight forward. You'd become so comfortable around each other that he didn't flinch at you when you grasp his helmet and drag him down to your level. You knew when he'd cave to something and how to get what you wanted from him.

Countless arguments that mostly just consisted of him telling you he wouldn't do something - you sarcastically agreeing - and then him eventually doing the thing was your dynamic.

He'd brought you into the covert. You'd wander into the sewers without him, catching zero flack from the other mandalorians, and built relationships with other Mandos. You'd both long since given up on correcting folks who referred to you as a couple because it honestly didn't matter anymore. Neither one of you cared enough to tell them it wasn't the case anymore.

It was nice, honestly. Not much had changed with the kid. You remained reluctant to interact with him at first, just as Din had. Holding him at arms length until you just... didn't anymore. Much like Din had. You raised your white flag and began to dote.

Din would tease you about it but you honestly didn't care. It sparked deeper conversations between you both. Questions like: Did you ever want kids? Or where did you used to think you'd be at this point in your life. Sometimes he'd surprise you with his answers.

Sometimes he'd say these insightful, soft musing that surprise you. Most often though it was grunts and chuckles rather than actual words.

Din was acting weird again. It'd go on a few days and was bothering you. Had it been months of this on again off again dance? You had no clue. Taking care of the ship and the kid was a full time job. Especially while you both bounty hunted.

The kid had gone down for a nap so now was your opportunity. Normally you respected boundaries bit something felt wrong. He had no problem with the kid. Just you. You'd tested it several times so now you'll strike.

As the door to the cockpit slides open Din's body tenses.

"Okay, start talking. What the fuck is going on?" You demand, stomping up to his side. "How did I piss you off this time?"

"What? No. Nothing." He insists, already standing. You shove him down forcefully.

"Don't you lie to me, Din. If I have to follow you throughout the entire ship to get you to tell me I will. You know I'm just as stubborn as you. Talk."

He sighs, helmet tilting down.

"I got hit with that biodart, right?" You nod.

"Like six months ago, yeah." The biodart that scared you half to death but turned out to be an olfactory overdrive with better hearing. It's intent was to overwhelm someone long enough that they could get away. Din complained at first nearly fainting from the saturation but it had its perks. It settled but he was still a hound with that nose to an extent. You had to get used to unscented products so you didn't offend his nose.

You're eyes widen. "Do I stink right now?" You demand, lifting your arm.

"No- not necessarily-" he argues.

"Not necessarily!? Din! If I stink just tell me!" You cry at him, tugging on your top and lifting an arm to search for your B.O. It's strange that he was bothered on the ship with it when you'd been sweaty and bloody around him on missions no problem.

"Cya'rika," he sighs, waving your arms down.

"I'll go shower-"

"Stop." His voice thunders in the cockpit and you freeze. "It's a smell, yes. But... but not like that." You shift uncomfortably.

"Huh?" You demand. "What's that mean?" Din squirms. Actually squirms in his chair, reaching over to fiddle with the controls.

"It's going to make you uncomfortable."

"Oh, for fucks sake, just tell me what I can do to make you stop avoiding me for days at a time." He sighs, shoulders sinking and refusing to look up at you.

"It's your pheromones. They change." You move to stand in front of him, crossing your arms.

"Elaborate."

"I don't know, okay? You just... smell different."

"I stink, then," you insist, frustrated and throwing your hands up again. They smack back down on your thighs.

"No," he murmurs. "I... I think... I think you might smell... fertile." The cockpit is silenced for a moment as you absorb that information. He spares a glance up at your shocked face, watching your reaction.

"Uhhhhhhh," you start with a blink. "Youre... smelling my... ovulating?" You ask.

"Yeah," he hums. "At least I think so... its... its different," he grumbles. Slowly you settle into your chair behind him and he swivels.

"What... what's it smell like?" You ask.

"Ovulation?"

"Well... what do I smell like. What's the difference?" He shifts uncomfortably.

"Like... like you. It's not easy to describe. You always smell the kids head right?" He asks. You nod. "It's like me smelling your head. Like when you wake up and you smell like sleep. It's impossible to describe."

"And.. when I ovulate?" Din's quiet for a moment, helmet twisting toward his dash.

"You smell kind of sweet. Like... like flower blooming, I guess."

"And that's bad?" You ask.

"It's... overwhelming. Kind of clouds my head and it's... actually really nice."

"Oh."

The silence is deafening. You feel your pulse pick up and he gives a strangled groan. "It's pretty strong right now, can you head down?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah, I just..." you say as you stand, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly. "Does showering help?" Din's helmet shakes.

"It seeps out of your skin. It's everywhere you go. It..." he trails off, "I can't focus at all. I thought I was getting sick."

"What do you mean?" You ask quietly. "What were the symptoms?" He sighs, twisting fully towards you.

"I can't think. I get headaches. I actually get really irritated by people. Don't want to be around them at all." You can't help but crack a smile at him. Trying to suppress the rising giggle is hard as your hand flies to your mouth. "What?" He groans, exasperated.

"Nothing." Your giggle breaking through says otherwise.

"Not 'nothing', you womp rat. Answer." You kick you rock on your feet before grinning at him slyly.

"Din, babes, it sounds like I'm making you sexually frustrated." He bristles at that.

"Get to the hull," he growls but you know he'll never actually do anything but grumble like an old man.

"You gonna stare at my ass as I go?" You tease, twisting. He turns his chair away with the crossing of his arms.

"Out."

"Just hit a brothel when we land."

"It doesn't work like that!" He snaps. You roll your eyes leaning on the back of his chair. "When I'm not around you I'm fine. It's just your smell. Besides, no brothels. Too risky."

"Oooooooh," comes your teasing lit. "Din's got a crush on me, Din's got a crush!" Your singing has him swing to glare at you. You know he is even if you can't see his face.

"You're a child."

"Yes, yes, I am," you announce, seeing the way he just sinks in the chair. "But it's fine, you big lug. I'm just happy I wasn't doing anything to piss you off."

"You are now."

"That's on purpose." He grunts in response to you and ignores the obnoxious kiss you deliver to the side of his helmet.

"Stop, your going to saturate my armor." You chuckle, drawing back.

"I think I could probably find a doctor on Nevarro to prescribe me some form of birth control if that's what you want." You swear he stops breathing and when he answers he sputters.

"Y-you don't- I mean- that's not... I would never make you do something like that." His declaration felt off. There was some kind of miscommunication as you giggle. That is evident.

"Hey, sweetheart," you coax for him to look at you. "Hormonal birth control works by giving you false ovulation. I wouldn't actually be releasing an egg so hopefully it wouldn't give off my pheromones like now." He seems to choke at that.

"Oh... okay," he relents. But again something sparks in your brain. He meant something else. You don't have time to stop the surprised look on your face.

"Din," you start carefully, "Did you think I was offering to sleep with you?"

He's completely still - not even breathing for a moment. When he does, he's panting nervously but not speaking. You don't remove yourself from him, just wait patiently for his response despite already knowing the answer.

"Would you want to?" You prompt gently. In your peripheral vision, you see his hands tighten into fists over his lap when he still doesn't answer you glance down at his lap for a moment and then swing a leg over both of his. He presses back against the chair as you settle on top of him. "I won't be offended either way."

He draws in a shaky breath. "I don't want to make things messy between us."

"Din, we have a kid," you point out, "he's as much yours as he is mine. Things are already messy but that's life. Don't put off your own needs just so you can put everything in its own little box, okay? That's not good for you."

"And if you decide you don't want to?"

"Then we don't do it?" You scoff.

"Not what I meant," Din shifts under you for a moment, dropping his hands down to drop in his lap before quickly removing them like he'd forgotten your thighs were slung on his. You stay quiet, waiting for him to continue. "I've never... with someone."

"Like... ever?" You prod.

"Like ever. Brothels are too risky."

"What about other Mandos?"

"It's frown upon if your not married. I've never been interested in being married." You nod at him. It made sense.

"I've only ever been with one person before," you offer.

"But if it's not good - if I'm not good... I don't want you to hate me."

"Hate you? Din, there are only three things in this universe I hate, what are they?"

"Crooks, cons and when you touch something wet unexpectedly," he sighs out.

"Exactly! Everyone's different. What one person might like, someone else might not, ya know? If you're worried about it being good, then I'll show you what I like. And if it's bad? Who am I gonna tell? The kid? Kagra?" Din sighs at you softly.

"How would I know I'm ready for that?" He asks. It cools you some, you ponder quietly for a moment.

"I suppose, if you feel safe and comfortable with the person." He nods slowly.

"People... they make a big deal out of it. Is it as good as they say?" You shrug in response.

"Depends. Sometimes it's really nice. Sometimes not so much. It can be kind of gross. Kind of ugly. It's scratching an itch though."

"You're really selling me on this," he quips.

"I'm not trying to sell you on anything. I'm just giving you my experience." Din nods slowly. "I'm not here to convince you to. I'm here to support you and give you things you need. To make it easier." He hesitantly cups your face.

"Are you sure you'd want to? With me?" You snort at him, wrapping your fingers around his chest plate and pulling yourself close.

"Din, I had the biggest crush on you for the longest time. You and me, we could be anything we want to be. You just tell me what you need from me." He hums in response as he tests the waters by thumbing your cheek. It makes your eyes close.

"Can we? Now? It hurts with you being so close."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then." At one point you may have been giddy. But the comfort you'd built with each other soothed you to a flattered ease. "Kids asleep in the bunk though, is this okay? Is there anything you don't want me to do?"

"What is there?" You nod slowly as you realize how little experience he's actually got.

"Okay, how about for now I just use my hand, yeah?" He gives out a shakey breath. "Take the edge off."

"That's okay." You nod.

"Show me then, what you like." You think you might hear a soft gulp muddled with his modulator. The leather of his glove squeaks as his fist tightens by your cheek. You take the lead and raise your hands to one of his, gently prying it open to lay the back of yours in his. "Show me." He gives off a little breath and then brings your hand to his chest.

The chill of beskar bites at your fingertips, cutting into your palm as he guides it lower. You try to keep your eyes level with his visor as you continue and keep a cool expression. Something open and inviting hopefully.

But you can't help the gasp that leaves your mouth and your widening eyes as he wraps your smaller hand around the hard appendage flagged between you. Trapped between the fabric below.

Your gaze falls down to verify what you were feeling and - oh yep. Din Djarin was unfairly enormous. "Oh, you're big," you murmur and he gives you this little noise. A tiny ah! as you give him a soft squeeze.

"Do you like that?" He asks, his voice ragged.

"I'd certainly like to try it," you reply in a softer voice as he urges you to squeeze him harder. You soak up his heavy breathing as you touch on him. Fingers stroking and squeezing him.

"Can I..." he starts. You tilt your head when he trails off.

"Can youuuu... what?" You ask.

"Its... its tight right now. Can you touch it directly?" You smile and hum at him.

"Can I? Are you okay with that?" You squeeze him and he gives a groan.

"Shit, please?" You peel back the little strip of fabric that covers his fly before lowering the zipper. Din's breathing is getting even heavier as his shoulders rise and fall. He gasps before giving a higher noise of relief when you pull him out of his flight suit.

He springs into light, tip wet and red. He was thick too. Thicker than he had any right to be. You raise your hand to your mouth, drawing a wet tongue over your palm. He jerks and gives a loud moan when you stroke him like that, cursing to the gods above. His hands grasp at the edges of his seat.

When he spread his thighs you slip, gasping and planting your hands on his thighs as you sink down in between. His hands snatch onto your back and you both chuckle when your stable. "Oops." His breathy chuckle soothes you for a moment as you try to adjust in his lap.

"Sorry," he hums and you settle close enough to sink between his thighs but still be supported in his lap.

"Do you want to see my boobs?" You ask too suddenly and his chuckle stops dead. "Too soon?"

"No. I mean- not too soon." It makes you grin at his helmet and you reach down to the hem of your top and draw it up over your head. Din's hands draw absent-mindedly over your thighs as you unhook the bra and let your breasts fall free.

"Can I touch?" He asks. It thrills you as you beam up at him. Your response is planting your hands on either of his hips to push them together before puffing your chest towards him. You even let your head fall onto a shoulder as you do. "Oh..." he muses softly. A movement lower makes you glance down. He's removing his gloves.

You'd seen his hands on rare occasions. He breathes out raggedly when his hands meet them. They're damp with sweat but warm and smooth. Your eyes close appreciatively at the gentle contact. He tests the weight in his hands, gently squeezing. You give him a delighted sigh.

The ovulating would explain why they were so sensitive right now. You give a soft cry when he rubs his thumbs downwards over the hardened nipples. He pauses before doing it a second time, earning a second reaction similarly. It's kind of nice, to let him play and explore with you in this way.

It's Din. You're not trying to impress him in a way you once would have. Instead this just felt like a new chapter. There was no wishing this had happened sooner because it wouldnt have been the same. You wouldn't have enjoyed it so freely as you did now. His touch would have been made your heart thunder nervously in your chest.

When he pauses you peel your eyes open to meet his visor. "Are you nervous?" You ask. He's quiet for a moment.

"Not anymore. Not with you." He admits. "Maybe a little worried I won't be any good." That makes you smile warmly at him. You reach to cradle his the curve of his helmet under his visor.

"There's nothing to be worried about here. Just explore, enjoy. There's no rush. There's nothing you have to do, okay?" This time, he visibly relaxes.

"Okay," he agrees, leaning his helmet into your hand. "I want to touch you for a while."

"I'd like that."

One hand of his slides down to cradle you around your waist. He slips around you and gently drags you up against his chest. It's intimate. Milky.

His other hand turns over and he's using his knuckles to glide over your skin. Not just your breasts. Din was truly exploring you - mapping you with soft strokes. He thumbs around the hollow of your throat. Pads of his fingertips glide over your clavicle like he's savoring the taste of it. Knuckles brush over the curve of your breasts. You have no idea how much time passes as you soak in his gentle caresses and stroking.

"You're so soft." When he speaks it washes over his vocoder like rocks in a creak. It's cool and refreshing to your overheating skin. "Is this what it's always like? I just want to wrap up in you forever. So warm." His words short circuit your brain as he traces down your arm with his fingers.

Your neck feels like it can't hold up your head anymore. You tilt your forehead toward him and are surprised when he meets you halfway. A soft thunk of your temples pressing together. Your faces twist towards each other.

His touch too welcoming to be effectively driving you wild. It was addictive. Intimate. More than you bargained for. But you were far from complaining.

"I never expected your hands to be so smooth," you murmur, mind swirling deeper into his whirlpooling sensual touches. It was hard to not drown in these hazy pools of heat against him. His palm skirting up over your abdomen. "I thought they'd be calloused and rough."

"You've imagined me touching you like this?" He inquires softly. You bite your lip when his hand has returned to your nipple again; the soft pinch he gives it has you giving a little jerk against him.

"Yeah, a lot."

Your bare feet lift off the grated floor to curl in the air when his thumb decides to circle your areola slowly, with feather light touches.

"What else have you thought about?" You gasp when he gives a light smack to your breast just to watch it bounce. He repeats it and your surprised to find just how much you like it. You can feel his cock bounce against your belly at the sight.

"Everything," you sigh, reach for the appendage you'd nearly forgotten about. He shudders when you give him a gentle stroke. "Use the thought of you to get off sometimes." His breath hitches and his arm wrapped around your middle drifts lower. He palms your ass and drags you further up his lap.

"Think about you most of the time. Even before the biodart I used to think about you. I used to think it was just because you were the only woman around, but it's also just... its just you. The smell. It's just you." That turns your belly nice and low. You hitch closer, pushing your toes against the floor for leverage to push your pelvis against where he's exposed. "Fuck," he hisses. "Do you like this? Is that why the scent is everywhere?"

"Probably," you huff with an amused grin. "Can I show you something?" He's body straightens to attention.

"Anything," he prompts. Popping the button on your pants gives enough room for your next move. You pull his fingers away from your breast and guide it lower. His visor follows it, his fingers dipping below your waistband at your gentle coaxing.

You don't expect his broken groan, but it's rewarding when he dips a finger in between the folds. You release his hand to let him explore on his own again, letting him poke and prod blindly.

Searching fingers spread and easily part you, slipping. "Wait...," he murmurs softly. "Where's the... there?" He offers as he slips a finger inside you. You gasp, hands snatching up the fabric at his sides. "Oh, fuck."

"Do you like it?" You ask.

"This will fit me? It's so tight." His gentle curiosity is as endearing as his unwittingly sexy dirty talk. You can't help but whimper at that.

"It's designed to push out another person. I think I can take you with a bit of elbow grease."

"You're sure? Then it stretches?" As he asks he pushes in a second finger. Not stroking or rubbing, just soaking inside you. Absorbing the heat and the spasms. You let out a moan when he tests his theory of you stretching, parting you on his fingers.

"Ah, Din!" You whimper. He preens at that. Postures and prides.

"Could you take me now? Would I stretch you too much?"

"Keep talking like that, please," you urge. He makes a noise of appreciation.

"How do you want me to touch you?" He asks. "Show me?" He's an eager student - fingers stretching you apart. It makes it hard to stand, you give a half-gasp when his fingers slip out of you. You don't miss him staring down at his fingers rubbing his thumb on his wet fingertips to feel the lingering residue.

"Care to help me with these?" You ask, and he's eagerly reaching forward to tug your pants off you. It makes you giggle but he pauses when he's ruched them down to your knees.

"Is... is this okay? Should I go slower? Am I doing something wrong?" He demands from you.

"No, no!" You cry, grasping his shoulders and staring into the depth of his visor. "I like that you're excited to see me. To touch me. It's real."

"Of course it's real," he breathes in response, standing up and towering over your nearly naked form. If you weren't so turned on, it'd make you laugh at the scene, Mando with his twitching cock against your belly.

"I like it. This is fun, ya know?" Din's breath shudders and he pulls you tight against him.

"Yeah, I usually have fun with you." That makes you beam. His words couldn't have been sweeter, warming you from the inside and making you molten. "Now can you show me how to touch you?"

Well, he was nothing if not pragmatic. You suppose it's a good thing he's so excited to have you. You bite your lip, nodding up at him eagerly.

It's cut short when you find the cockpit spinning and your stomach lurching. Din plants you down in his seat before kneeling in front of you. You burst into genuine laughter when he turns his head lamp, ready to burst at the seems. "Put that damn thing away!"

"I want to see, show me!" He insists, grasping your hands gently and dragging them down your belly.

"You can see just fine without it, you're going to make me feel like I'm getting a pap smear!" He sighs, reaching up to turn it back off.

"What's a pap smear?"

"A cervix exam where they scrape the vagina to check for abnormal cells, women have them yearly. I'm gonna tell you now, the headlamp stays off during sex, okay?" You giggle.

"Okay," he relents.

"Good boy," you chirp before shimmying your pants and underwear off to leave you completely bare. You open your legs up for him.

Finally relaxing back against his seat, you let your hands drift lower and he's drawn in immediately. He watches as you dip your fingers within your labia. "I think I like you touching me more," you urge as your two fingers dip inside. It's lack luster compared to his thicker digits.

"Why?"

"Your fingers are thicker, you reach deeper than I do," you whimper as you slowly begin to pump your fingers. He makes a choked sound as your pussy squelches. Kneeling, hovering closer, he plants his hands on your thighs.

"Where do you want me to reach inside you?" He rasps. "I've heard there's a place that feels really good."

You nod eagerly at him. "Give me your hand again," you urge, allowing him to replace your lacking fingers. He groans when his fingers sink into you, this time he's pumping them slowly like you were. You give a low moan, soaking up the lovely friction he's giving you. "That's so good," you murmur as your eyes slip shut.

You gasp and jerk when he begins to mix his stretching fingers and the pistoning of his hand.

"Like this?"

"Mhmm." Your head falls back.

"Show me the spot." You pant under him for a moment and then reach down to twist his palm heaven bound instead.

"Now, just - uh - curl your fingers and- NGH!" Din didn't need much guidance from there. Not when he was putting the pieces together. He was rubbing and pressing on your g-spot so much fast than you anticipated. It had your eyes watering in pleasure.

Your left panting and moaning under him. "Harder, please, please, Din." He nudges faster too with it as you squirm beneath him.

"You're so pretty like this."

You didn't need him to tell you that. You tighten on his fingers as he murmurs softly to you.

"Here," you murmur, dragging his hand up your thigh. You move his thumb to where you need it most, guiding him to circle it.

Your thighs tremble when he follows the movement with slow precision. Slowly applying more pressure while he pushed his fingers as deep as he could. He's good. He's so good that your quickly feeling the rise of an orgasm.

You give a louder moan when he pauses just to push a third finger in and he gives a mighty groan. "Bet you taste as good as you smell. Bet it'll be a real squeeze for my cock if you can barely fit three fingers." he rumbles. That breaks you. Your legs try to clamp shut as you try to muffle the wail you give with the back of your hand. "Are you...? Oh shit-" he gives a broken groan and begins to pause.

"No! No! Don't stop!" You cry, reaching for him until he's finger fucking you nearly too hard but fuck if it doesn't feel good. It's not until you're overstimulated and twitching at every movement with little whimpers that he slows and drags his fingers out. He let's you come down slowly, rubbing your quaking thighs when you slump and pant.

"Maybe I should do this to you more often, you're so quiet right now." His taunting earns him half a glare from.

"You... can fuck me... if you want?" That seems to rile him up in the right way.

"You could barely fit my fingers. Won't it hurt?"

"I've never minded a challenge. Just go slow, okay?"

"Then come down here," Din insists. So you follow his words, sinking on jellied legs into his lap once more.

"How do you want it?" You prompt. "On top? On bottom? Do you want to be behind me?"

"All of it." It makes you smile at that.

"Then come down here," you tease, leaning back to lay on the cold floor. He's quick to crawl over you. "Come on, we've got our whole lives."

He crawls on top of you, cock prodding your oversensative cunt. You let him try to line himself up without his hands at first. "Here," you offer, licking your palm wettly and then stroking him. He shivers and then let's you guide him to where his head notches on the still pulsing hole.

Your cunt gives easily for him. Both if you gasping when he unintentionally sinks to the hilt with only a burning stretch that he offered.

The moment stills as he stares down at you, gasped and stretched on him. Your arched, gasping at the fullness you're trembling on. The burn has your eyes watering.

"Can I?" He rasps, voice straining. It takes you too long to answer as you take slow breathes. "Please, cyare. Can I? Please?"

It's hard to focus on his words when he's stretching your cervix back as far as it will go. How long had it been since something had been deeper rather that stretching you with width.

Finally, you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut. "Yes."

He wastes no time before siding back enough that he catches his head on your rim. This time he sinks into you so slow. It's sickeningly slow and you arch up against him.

You were wet but not enough for him to glide perfectly. You get a rough friction as he slips back inside. He meets the end of you and keeps going. It hurts a little but it's still so good. You like it. Din's whole body curves as he presses into you as hard as he can it has you moaning loudly when he anchors into with the weight of his hips. "Shit-" you wince.

"Am I hurting you?" He frets, relinquishing the force of his slow thrust.

"I like it when it hurts a little," you promise, offering him a drinking grin. He shakes with that.

"Tell me if it's too much, baby," he whispers. And then he does it all over again. After a few of the slow thrusts he groans. Everytime he presses into you in nearly feels that way. But you adjust quickly to it. There's more satisfaction to it now as he jostles you're internal organs.

"You want to go faster?" You offer weakly.

You don't expect to have his thighs raise up to cradle yours over him as he tightens his hold on your waist. Your hips are lifted off the floor while he's still inside you. There's an odd squeal that leaves you at the sensation. Winding your legs around him as you feel him adjusting for a more powerful stance. He was going to rail you into the next planet. It was going to be delicious.

A wail leaves you on his first thrust. He was dragging you into the movement, spear you down onto him. You hands grasp at the fabric just under his pauldrons. There's a feral groan that rumbles out of him. His hips carve into yours roughly as he repeats the act over and over.

Your cunt flutters - tightening around him when he angles just right.

"Oh fuck!" He roars, trying to rear back but you'd tightened around him instictuallu. His whole body tightening on top of yours as he jerks to a pause. You feel your eyes rolling back into your skull as he grinds as deep as he can - pressing into the spongey spot he'd fingered only a short time before. Something twitched deeply inside. Heat spurting. "Shit, that was too quick," he curses, panting into your shoulder. He groans rocking shallowly against your fluttering walls. Not even thrusting, just adding pressure. His grasp forcing you flush with his hips.

You whimper at him as he sinks into you, relaxed. "Usually is the first time." He sighs, shaking his head against your shoulder and then tucking his crown against your chest.

"I'll touch you more. Make it good for you." He promises.

"Nah, nah you don't have-" He's jerking off you quickly and it shocks you.

"Oh, fuck!" He hisses, jerking out of you like he's burned you, prying your legs open to angle his visor down at your weeping cunt. "Shit, shit- I wasn't thinking clearly. Fuck - I was thinking but...," he trails.

He'd come inside you. Because you let him sleep with you. To help him not be so overwhelmed with your scent. Because you were ovulating. He'd come in you and you were ovulating. "I... I didnt think about it either." Your offer has his visor bearing down your face harshly.

"I was thinking," he repeats, fingers tightening under your knees. "All I could smell was you ovulating. I knew. I was thinking about it the whole time."

That sinks your gut down like a rock in water. You find the delight burning in your chest much the opposite reaction to what you expected yourself to have. "Oh." You murmur. You're blown away by the debauchery and depravity that is you being incredibly turned on by this fact rather than be appalled. Your cunt is tightening around nothing and leaking more of what Din spilled inside.

"I probably just got you pregnant and all you have to say is 'oh'?" He demands. You gulp.

"I... kind of liked it."

The cockpit is silenced. The flashes of hyperspace illuminate you both. A long string of snarled Mando'a rumbles around as your manhandled back onto a rock hard cock. It doesn't stop as he begins again, pushing out his spend with more harsh thrusts. Basic occasionally slips out of his mouth. Filth spilling into the air and tainting your opinion of him.

You're going to look so good carrying my baby. Tattoo my mudhorn on you. Look at you, so happy to give me whatever I want. You're so happy to please me that you'll just let me pump a baby into you if I wanted to. To expand my clan. Would you let me?

"Would you let me?" He punctuates with a hard grind into your hips. "Tell me, pretty girl." He's feral on the smells and tastes and sensations. Lost in the tight heat thats pounding around him.

"Want it," you whimper, nearly lost for words un how good the wet stretch of him had been. You couldn't find it shameful. It felt to good for that. Deeper, you just want him deeper. You want him to hook in deep inside you and grow. You want to swell with it. You want to want to never recover from this in a sick kind of way.

Those two words make Din pause at the end of you. Another whimper flutters out of you when slowly draws back from inside.

"Want my baby?" It's murmured lowly to you. It makes you nod slowly. "I'll give you many." You tremble beneath him as he just fucked into you slowly, rocking slowly. "I'll make your cunt all swollen like this all the time... all wet...all loose... Listen to it sucking me right in - it wants me doesn't it. Needs it."

God you really did love those moments Din surprises you with passionate thoughts. When you'd finally passed his grunting answers and painted you with his private thoughts. When you got to experience the beauty of his mind. It would always knock you flat when he did.

"Feel you in my throat."

"Not yet you don't."

His finger tips are chilly when they reach between you. Ice against the fire at the apex of your thighs. Cooling your skin as he rolls his thumb against your clit. It's devastating as he copies his earlier tactics. Angling his hips down and cock up.

Pressing up inside that spot. It sent shocks through you, burning you from the inside out. You can just grasp at him and his armor through it, cramming yourself far enough down to bruise some organs. You arch away from the floor..Choking your cunt around him when you come. It rips through as you sob into the air and milk him into you. His twitching muscles jumping as he slipped out of you, overly sensitive.

You're buzzing beneath him, staring up at his visor and wondering what color his eyes are for the millionth time. "That... was good."

"Good." He shifts above you, proped on one elbow as he reached under his helmet. It takes you a second to realize what he's doing. The sight of his lips, plush and curved artistically, joined with a squared stumbled jaw, sends you gasping and looking away quickly. Squeezing your eyes shut.

"Din!" You gasp, more out of shock. There's a metallic thump close to your head.

"Open your eyes, so I can marry you, clutz." His sigh pierces the air and your not used to being able to smell more than a whiff of his natural heady scent.

You do as he commands, fluttering your eyes open at him. Brown. His eyes are brown and vulnerable. He was stunning. You barely register you're promising him vows in mando'a - to lost in every line and curve of his face. Details you never even thought to imagine. The patchwork stubble, if he had crows feet, if he had big ears or if his head was shaped funny from the helmet. It was not, in fact.

He was breath taking.

"I like your face," you whisper to him in a quiet silence. "Why did you have me marry you?"

"Because I want to kiss you. All the time." It's a blunt response paired with an expressive sass. Twisting of his lips, holding of his eyes, tilting of his brows. It makes sense. He's never had to learn to guard it. He's got a nervous energy that melts you.

You're forced to laugh a little. "I suppose that's the best answer I could hope for," you hum, lifting your head towards him. "Let me teach you, yeah?"

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@lxdyred, @boliv-jenta, @amidjarin, @qhbr2013, @buckybarneshairpullingkink,

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din x reader #smut

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Of Monsters and Men (Geralt of Rivia) Masterlist

Season 1: Chapters 1 - 13

Season 2: In Progress…

Last Updated: 1/15/2022

+stand alone stories from adventures between Geralt and reader within the Witcher universe

Summary: You are not a monster, yet you are not fully human either. For the past 400 years or so have you walked the Continent as a damphir, born from a lady vampire and her human lover. In that time since your birth, you’ve had quite the adventurous life living free to do as you will. But when you cross paths with a Witcher of Kaer Morhen one fateful evening, your life is forever changed.

Rating: +18 (blood, fighting, smut, fluff, adventuring)

Reader: (F); race or appearance doesn’t matter feel as you choose for Y/N (although your eye color is red cause of the half vampireness)

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PART 1 (Eddie Brock x reader)

It wasn’t hard to spot Eddie in the bar as he was deep in a conversation with the bartender. Well, maybe it wasn’t really a conversation based on the tired and almost annoyed look the other man gave your friend while he was listening to him.

Without thinking you walked over to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as you leaned down to make it look like you were about to bite his neck with a playful growl. “Here you are!” you said before eventually placing a quick kiss on his temple.

“Y/N, what are you doing in San Francisco?” he asked with a surprised look on his face.

Shrugging, you placed your helmet on the bar and took a seat next to him. “I’m moving back.”

“Good for you,“ Eddie said after he quickly finished his beer and signaled the bartender to give him another round. "No wonder after what happened in Washington, though. Sorry about that.”

“Yeah, it sucks,” you admitted with a sigh while you pulled down the zipper of your jacket. “But the same thing happened to you lately so we should just as well start some support group.”

Eddie put his elbow on the bar and looked over at you with his head resting in his hand. “How did you find me?” he asked tiredly.

“You mentioned this place a few times and I saw your bike outside.”

He nodded then pointed at your helmet. “I see you came with yours. What do you have now?”

“A KTM Duke,” you replied without thinking.

“That’s not bad.”

You knew perfectly well what Eddie was doing: he tried to distract you because he knew why you were there and he clearly didn’t want to talk about that. "You taught me well,” you told him eventually.

Suddenly the bartender placed a glass of beer in front of your friend then turned to you and cleared his throat as he flashed a friendly smile at you. “What can I give you?”

“Can you, by any chance, make me a Virgin Mojito?” you asked with the sweetest smile you managed to force on your face in this situation.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks.” Once he was gone, you let out a long sigh. “You look like shit, Eddie,” you informed him while you took a good look at him. It was clear he wasn’t entirely himself these days and now that you saw him with your own eyes you just knew he was in a much worse state than you’d previously assumed.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows as he reached for his beer. “Wow, thank you, it’s a real pleasure to have you around.”

“I’m just worried. I know you went through a lot and your life fell apart–”

“It’s–It’s so great that just when I managed to forget what a disaster my life is currently for one night, you show up to remind me,” he said after interrupting you. He wasn’t mad. If anything, he was disappointed.

Letting out a sigh, you ran a hand through your hair and watched as the bartender brought you the drink you’d ordered. Once he was gone, you turned back to Eddie. “Listen, do you have friends who look out for you? Someone you can talk to?” you asked with a worried look.

“I don’t need friends,” was all he said in response.

“Eddie.”

“I’m fine, okay? Just drop it.“ He anxiously began to tap his fingertips on the side of his glass while his eyes focused on the mirror on the wall across from him. "And it’s not like I haven’t talked to you in the past months,” he then added as he flashed a mocking smile at you.

After you shrugged, you eventually nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s true, but now that we finally met in person again I can tell you’d been lying to me about being fine the whole time.”

“I wasn’t lying.” When you gave him a doubtful look he rolled his eyes. “I just wasn’t entirely truthful with you.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Your mom’s also worried sick about you.”

Eddie put up his hand as he gave you a shocked look. "Wait, you talked to my mom?” he asked in disbelief.

“She called me a few weeks ago,” you replied with a shrug. When you saw he was still staring at you with a questioning look, you let out a long sigh. “I mean, she clearly couldn’t call Annie for information.”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m leaving.” Eddie reached into the pocket of his jacket to pull out some money he then angrily threw on the bar. “Jack, thanks for the drink and hers was on me,” he told the bartender before standing up and walking towards the exit.

Without thinking you went after him. “Come on, you’re acting like some stupid kid,” you informed your friend.

He didn’t say anything until you finally reached the street and stopped by your motorcycles. “Guess what? I don’t care,” he told you as he took his helmet off the rearview mirror. After keeping a very short pause he turned to look at you. “It’s my life and I’m so fucking done with everyone knowing what I should do better than me!”

“Hey, I’m not trying to patronize you or anything, I just want to help because you’re not entirely yourself apparently,” you explained worriedly, instinctively reaching out to put your hand on his arm. “Where’s the cocky Eddie Brock I used to work with?”

“He disappeared along with my career,” was all he said in response.

“Eddie, come on.” The moment he began to put the helmet on you tightened your grip on his arm. “Hey, listen, I screwed up, okay? I shouldn’t have turned the conversation to your… problems right away,” you told him with an apologetic look.

Eddie groaned loudly but eventually put the helmet on the seat. “Especially after being away for so long,” he pointed out bitterly.

“So can you forgive me?”

“Sure,” Eddie said after a while as he pulled you into a hug. “But only because I have such a good heart,” he added with a dry laugh.

“Good.“ You let go and took a step back, talking a good look at your friend. At least he had a smile on his face now. It wasn’t a happy one but still; it was good enough for now. "Hey, I’m starving. Maybe we should go and eat something.”

“Nah, I’ll just go home to get some sleep.”

His answer caught you off guard and you furrowed your brows since you thought you’d misunderstood him. “What are you talking about? It’s only eight.”

“I know, but I’m tired,” he replied casually.

“Alright, old man, we’ll talk later then.”

“Old man? Well, thank you.”

Laughing, you hugged him again and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Take care, Eddie,” you whispered almost worriedly.

He wrapped his arms around you in response, keeping you close for a few more seconds. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” When you mumbled something in return, Eddie let you go and reached for his helmet once again. "You know, I’m glad you’re back,” he noted with a smile.

You watched as he left, thinking about what to do with him now. Something was wrong, you could tell, but Eddie wasn’t the type of guy who easily asked for help. Letting out a sigh, you went back into the bar to get your helmet that you’d left in there then went home to avert your thoughts with some dumb movie.

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An ot7 x reader fic if you can? Thank you😊

Combining these two, I hope you don’t mind!!

Brothers conflict by @ditttiii step brother au!

Summary: Your father marrying, and you suddenly having to live under the same roof with seven step brothers was a royal mess or so you had thought, Because them falling in love with you was so much worse. Or was it?

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Enchanted to meet you by @ditttiii hybrid au!

summary: no one ever told you that you had a soulmate or—soulmates for that matter. Humans don’t have soulmates but shapeshifters do. What are you supposed to do when the seven members of the world's biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmates—only for you to realise that they aren’t even human.

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Kintsugi by @ditttiii hybrid au!

Summary: Life is neither fair nor what you had dreamed that it would be, but the hand that fate had dealt them was worse than yours.

Alternatively: When you get a chance to adopt seven hybrids, all a little rough around the edges, do you take it? Will this last-ditch attempt at doing something right end with you buried six feet under the ground or will it finally give you the family that you have always secretly hoped for?

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Eunoia by @wishesunderthestars hybrid au!

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognition, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn't cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

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Abundance by @angelicyoongie hybrid au!

summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.

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Beautiful night by @minniepetals

request: Are requests open? If yes could make one about poly!bts when they talk that they in fact like you and want a relationship with you? Thank you!!!!

I would in fact recommend going through this masterlist by @minniepetals as they’re all ot7 x reader fics

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Sanctuary by @softykooky mafia au!

summary: some people are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves them. others meet their family in a coffee shop while on the run from the korean ambassador, while they’re holding a man at gunpoint and beating him to a pulp for treason against their syndicate.

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Nutjobs by @ironicarmy

summary: Eight friends. One terrible idea. A whole lot of trouble. Welcome to No Nut November.

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Void by @btssavedmylifeblr

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

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Lifeline by @forgottenpasta vampire au! soulmate au!

Summary: What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them?

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Let me hold them by @jjungkookislife

An OT7 series that includes mxm, threesomes, open relationships, polyamory, and angst

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The seven kinds of love by @jimlingss

Summary: Love - an intense feeling of deep affection.

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Please by @bang-tan-bitches

Summary: “Please baby girl,” Joon’s eyes are big and wide and burning into you, “Will you be ours?”

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Trivial pursuits by @foreignfingers

Summary: College life is not what you expected and befriending your peers is a challenge, at least until your coworkers invite you to join their weekly trivia night. Sexual tension skyrockets as you befriend this curious group of handsome young men.

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A taste of sweet by @mochismilesbrighterthansun

Summary: You had been Yoongi’s girlfriend for some time, and you knew he loved his friends and wanted to make you a part of all of their lives but you didn’t know to what extent.

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Sincerely, yours by @pasteljeon

summary: OT7 where Y/N has been on a work vacation for a while and returns to an apartment full of 7 horny boyfriends.

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Tonight by @hobidreams

Tonight, half-leaning against the wall, your favorite silk blindfold pulled taut behind your head, freshly laundered sheets beneath your fingers, you finally let yourself succumb to touch.

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— DIRECTORY

be it for personal reasons or other motives, there are stories we find here that sometimes reach something in us we wouldn’t have expected. for me, these fics have stayed in my heart and mind, because they have either touched my heart, amazed me with the world-building, the writing, and sometimes, all at once. this post is mostly a place for me to personally thank and tell my thoughts on these fics to the authors, for writing stories that are not easily forgotten – nor that will be. check out their other works as well! they’re just as amazing as those here.

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Hello!! Just a few days ago I stumble upon your blog and I'm wondering if you have some recommendations for Hybrid AUs, much appreciated if it is an OT7 and completed, but if so I will still be so thankful. (I just need some cure from the stress that modules brings) Thank You in Advance (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🌷 Hello! welcome to my mini fic-reading land. I’ve actually received asks for Hybrid AUs (I pinned the requests in the navi) but I just have a very messy draft.

But to help you with your stress, I think I can share a few of my ongoing reads (sorry they won’t be complete but they’re OT7). But, I added completed ones I could remember too (●'◡'●)

*note: will edit this later and organize this per member - maybe add other fics I’ll remember*

Fic Recs | BTS Hybrid AUs

→ A Place Called Home @agustdakasuga - OT7 x Reader

series [27/27] | 88k | Hybrid AU, Poly AU, Soulmate AU, Romance Humor | Fluff

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

→ If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and her father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

🌷ggukkienote: I am so hooked on this (because I am a sucker for Mafia AUs too). This is such a great story and the OC is really different from the usual OCs. Very interesting.

→ Eunoia @wishesunderthestars - OT7 x Reader

series [15/?] | 100k+ (I just assumed this, masterpost doesn’t have wc but it’s 6k per chapter or more?) | Director!Reader, hurt/comfort | fluff, eventual smut

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job. You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

→ Restitution @cloudteawrites - OT7 x Reader

series [7/?] | 48k+ | slow burn, poly, mystery, romance

when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

→ Lacuna @barbika1508 - Jungkook x Reader

series [42/42] | 324.3k | Hybrid AU, check for TW | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Lacuna - (n.) a blank space, a missing part

Y/N just wanted to go back home, to enjoy her peace and quiet away from problems and people. But typically, her luck strikes as she stumbles upon a horrific scene of two guys mistreating an already beaten down hybrid. Will she take matters into her own hands and help him? Or let someone else help along the way???

🌷 This is on AO3 and I got a recent ask about author’s tumblr. So if you prefer AO3 you can check their profile

→ A Hundred Percent Human by wrienne- OT7 x Reader

series [12/?] | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut |

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

🌷 This is on AO3. I don’t normally reco AO3 since my blog is focused on tumblr fics but someone sent an ask about this so I’m including it

→ Inferiority Complex @starlightauroras-writes - Jimin x Reader

series [10/?] | 88k+ | political themes, themes of abuse (hybrids) | A, S

You had never liked hybrids. You disagreed with their very existence, and you never wanted to have anything to do with them. And then one day, you discovered a hybrid who was more scared of you than you were of him, and everything changed as you realised you were the only hope he had…

→ Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - Jimin x Reader

series [16/16] | 20k | Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she's been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary's Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

→ Summer Nights @marginalmadness - Jungkook x Reader

series [4/4] | 23k | Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance | F, S

A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

→ Risk it All @/httpjeon - Jungkook x Reader

series [5/5] | 8.3k | hybrid au, alpha wolf!jungkook | A, F, S

ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

🌷 (I linked Chapter 5 because for some reason others couldn’t find this chapter so they thought it’s still incomplete)

→ Outro Love is Not Over @kiirokero - Hoseok x Reader

series [12/?] | Daycare Teacher!Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. But you’re a human. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

→ It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - TaeKook x Reader

two shot [2/2] | 11k | dom/sub themes, heat cycles | S

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.

🌷 Also try their other Jungkook hybrid series Out of the Blue

→ Peculiar Park @daydreamindollie - OT7 x Reader

series [9/?] | 38k+ | imagines, slice of life | Writer!Reader, Psychologist!Reader, imagines | fluff

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist who takes in seven hybrids on one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

→ Yeouiju @nomseok - Namjoon x Reader

one shot | 33.7k | Mythical AU, Hybrid AU (if you squint), suspense | A, F, S

you find an ancient stone in the middle of the mountains and bring it home with you, oblivious to the consequences of taking a dragon’s yeouiju.

→ Beautiful Creature @/nomseok - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 19k | circus AU | A, S, F

your dream is to take care of animals for the rest of your life in the big city, making sure that they’re cared for. but you stumble upon a malnourished, rare tiger in your local circus, and you can’t help but want to take care of him.

→ Evolution of You and I @readyplayerhobi - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | kind of epistolary (letters), chat, childhood friends | F

For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

→ Fish are Friends @httpjeon - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | seahorse hybrid!taehyung | A, S, F

after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

🌷 you know seahorses mate for life and it’s the male that gets pregnant? Interesting huh

→ Pink Panther @gimmesumsuga - Seokjin x Reader

one shot | 13k | boss-employee | F, S

The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are.

→ Ragdoll @ausblack - Jimin x Reader

series [17/17] | Hybrid AU, College AU | F, A

As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

→ Jagged + Catnap @opaljm - Jimin x Reader

one shot + sequel | 18k | jaguar/black panther!jimin, sand dune cat!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, established relationship (sequel)| S, F, slight A

The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

🌷 there’s also a possible spin-off for Taehyung (Eye of the Tiger)

→ Owner @jessikahathaway - Jungkook x Reader

series [6/?] | 17.4k | Fake Dating AU, Hybrid AU, based on Kimi Wa Petto (Japanese anime) | F, S, A

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

→ Loving Him Was Red + Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, childhood friends (sorta), college au, jock!jungkook, unrequited love (for OC) | S, F, A

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

I would like to recommend the catalog of these writers:

@ditttiii - so I realize I’m following them on AO3 when I realized the fics looked familiar 🤭. They have an ongoing series called Enchanted to Meet You which you might want to check out if you like Soulmate AUs too! I recently reblogged a Jungkook two-shot comfort fic (hybrid au too) so I recommend going through their masterlist!

@aroseforyoongi - who I discovered because of Gossamer (KTH). It was completed but I think it’s up for re-write/re-post? You can try the others:

Navy Blue - Jungkook [completed]

Forever Yours - Yoongi [one shot, prequel to Navy Blue]

Let Me Love You- Jungkook [one shot]

@magicalsalamander - another favorite author of mine I just feel like I’m reading a great tale every time I start on a series or one shot. They have great fics with supernatural themes too

Rabbit on the Moon - Jungkook | if you’re in the mood for police officer Jungkook [5/5]

The Act of Persuasion - Seokjin | if you are in the mood for Single Dad AU x Arranged Marriage too [one shot]

Firefly that Guards the Fox - Taehyung | if you are in the mood for mystery [11/12 - just epilogue left]

Kitten’s Little Flame - Yoongi | if you like BF to Lovers between dragon and a cat [6/6]

There’s more so please check their Masterlist

@hollyhomburg - I just love Of Fire and Love (hello dragon!yoongi and baby!jungkook? 🥺) But you can check:

their masterlist of all their hybrid fics

Dance to This series which I’ve added to fic recs based on an ask about stories that include members/readers with disability.

Don’t care if it Hurts - Jimin | this is probably my favorite (again I’m a sucker for Mafia AUs) , guard dog hybrid!jimin [12/13, just epilogue]

@angelicyoongie - I got hooked after reading their stories on AO3 but they have tumblr too! Check their masterlist for ongoing hybrid fic (Abundance - OT7) but these are completed ones:

Desolate - Yoongi, grumypy cat hybrid [14/14]

Out of the Woods - Namjoon, wolf hybrid, strangers to lovers [3/3]

@worldwidebt7 - if you like webtoons! I read parts of Jungkook’s webtoon and I think currently we’re on Yoongi’s story. Access it here

@jincherie - One of the first hybrid fics I remember encountering is Inheritance (MYG). Other fics:

Perihelion - Hoseok, college, roommate, enemies [2/?]

Butterfingers - Namjoon, teacher au, this is cuuuute READ IT if you’re looking for something fluffy [one shot]

4 o’ clock - Taehyung, single dad au (I included this in the singel dad fic recs too) [3/?]

Under the Bridge - Jungkook, found jungkook under the bridge [one shot]

@whitesparrows97 - a writer I discovered because of a Yoongi soulmate fic but I found that they also have other hybrid fics:

Cat’s Cradle - Yoongi, bestfriend [5/5]

Underdog - Taehyung, shifter, brought home what she thought a stray dog [5/5]

@foxymoxynoona - and what would my reco be without foxymoxy? So they have tumblr but their works are on AO3. I’ve listed their current works here but I didn’t include their completed works which are must-reads:

Sugar Fairy - Jungkook, mating, adopted hybrids [48/48]

A Sea of Indigo - Jungkook, ex-fighter [48/48] ⭐⭐⭐

@therealmintedmango - They have a whole masterlist of their hybrid!au fics. I recently finished Kingdom Come and I always remember Jimin from King (for some reason)

@joonbird - check their Zodiac Hybrid Masterlist of one shot per member

There are more (usually one shot per member) but I’ll probably put them in another Fic Rec List for Hybrid AUs. Sorry this list is kind of all over the place (not even organized per member 🤭). But good luck with your modules and I hope these help!

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