Summary: You and Hoseok have been best friends since you were young. Your friendship with him, was struck as odd since you were a cat hybrid, while he was a dog hybrid. But that didn’t matter, that is until you both start attending university. What happens when one of you unexpectedly goes into heat?
Pairing: Jhope x Reader
Genre: Smut (M), hybrid!au, Cat hybrid reader, Dog hybrid Jhope
Word Count : 5.5k
A/N: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, cum play, bondage, oral, etc. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Lmao this is just a sinful read. I’m a sucker for hybrid aus, so i had to make one ;) Anywho, this is a mature read! You have been warned!
You’ve known Hoseok since you were nine years old. At the
time, you were just a quiet little kitten, who didn’t have many friends.
Hoseok, was an annoying hyperactive puppy, who everybody adored in your class.
He didn’t really bother you that much, until you became desk partners. That’s
when he thought it was okay to pop your ‘personal space bubble’ and sniff you,
every second he got.
“Why do you keep
trying to smell me!” the nine-year-old you shouted. This was the third time you
caught him in the act, ever since you became seat mates a week ago.
“I’m part canine!
That’s what we always do!” Hoseok explained, with a smile on his face. He
didn’t really know you that much, only that you were always super quiet. But he
wanted to change that, he wanted a feline as a friend for once.
“Well can you stop?
Its kinda weird,” you replied uncomfortably.
Including you, there
were only two other cat hybrids in your class, the rest were a split between
bunny, dog, and fox hybrids. Thus, you were extremely uncomfortable with this
puppy trying to get up all in your space. Besides, you were quite afraid of dog
hybrids since they could become aggressive easily.
“No, you’re weird,”
the puppy joked.
You finally turn to
glare at him, then let a hiss seethe through your teeth.
Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.
Word count: 7.4 k
Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae
A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse@seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!
I freaking love you! Just throwing it out there. You've taught me a lot about cats (adoption and buying from a good breeder), about tolerance (how to keep going in the face of ignorance and anger), and about creating an environment you enjoy. I'm so glad I followed you and... I just want you to know that. So, yeah, go you!
that’s so nice, thank you!! I’m v bad at replying to compliments, so instead please enjoy this poorly edited photo of my cat & rabbit:
I love the response you wrote to the prompt about Jack talking to Senor Bun and I, I dunno, was wondering if you'd finish it with Jack asking Bitty and all...... of course you don't have to do that I just wanted to hear more of your writing and I also just love it when things feel complete, I guess? Anyway thanks for your writing, lol. It's always a pleasure to read
Thank you! <3 I’ve been a bit slow reply so you’ve probably forgotten part one. Anyway, thank you again, and here’s the finale/proposal!
Jack carries Senor Bun carefully back to the bedroom, making sure he’s centred against Bitty’s pillow with the ears flopping just so.
He hears the front door opening, and a second later, Bitty’s calling out a greeting.
Jack pats his pocket. The ring box is still there.
“Well, here goes,” he whispers to Senor Bun, then steps out and through to the kitchen where he knows Bitty will be.
“Hey,” Jack tries to sound normal even though his throat has swollen with nerves.
“It smells amazing, honey.”
Bitty greets him with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek. “And what’s all this?” he asks, gesturing at the dining table.
Jack’s set it more elaborately than normal. Tablecloth, the fancy wine glasses, and a new candle burning gently in the middle.
“Something special,” Jack says, feeling nervous, but at the same time, certain in his love for Bitty and what he’s about to do.
Bitty turns with a frown to Jack. “Have I forgotten something important?”
Jack shakes his head. “Of course not.”
Bitty sighs in relief and Jack finds he can’t wait a second longer.
He drops to one knee.
It’s abrupt and unmissable. Bitty gasps quietly and covers his mouth with his hands. He looks over to the table again and then back to Jack.
Jack holds out a hand, palm up, to Bitty, and waits while he breathes
shallowly in and out. Bitty drops his hands eventually, and slides one into Jack’s waiting palm. He nods at Jack, looking a new combination of petrified but smiling.
“Eric Richard Bittle-”
Bitty makes a choked noise. “You never call me that.”
“I’m trying to make it romantic.”
Bitty laughs and shakes his head in a fond gesture.
“Bitty,” Jack starts again, smiling because he can already read the ‘yes’ in Bitty’s shining eyes, and it’s made his nerves fly away. “Bits. Bud. Mon lapin.”
Bitty laughs again, and half-way through it turns into a sob.
“I…” Jack blinks, realising something in the moment. “I had a speech but I can’t wait that long. Will you marry me?”
“I thought you were trying to be romantic,” Bitty teases through his tears.
“There a candle,” Jack says, dropping Bitty’s hand to reach into his pocket and bring out the ring. He had timed it for during the speech but that’s gone out the window now. Now that Bitty’s here, and since he’s gotten Senor Bun’s blessing, it’s physically impossible for Jack to wait on this.
He opens the box and shows Bitty. Bitty wipes at his eyes and looks down at the ring. He reaches out, but bypasses the ring box and curls his fingers around Jack’s forearm which he pulls on gently to guide Jack up to standing.
Bitty looks into Jack’s eyes then reaches up to brush a thumb along his cheekbone. Jack takes a rattling breath in. He hadn’t realised he’d stopped breathing, and now he’s choked up in a very tangible way. It’s a confusing emotional oscillation. He opens his mouth to ask Bitty again, but instead draws in another ragged breath.
Bitty lifts his other hand to frame Jack’s face. He pulls Jack’s head down slightly, and leans on tiptoes so their foreheads are touching.
“Yes,” he says simply.
It’s the most perfect syllable Jack has ever heard.
Jack would kiss Bitty except that he’s smiling so much and can’t stop–as is Bitty–and he knows that wont be comfortable for either of them. Instead, he takes the ring from its box with shaking fingers, and slips it on to the hand that Bitty holds up between them.
It’s a prefect fit. Jack looks at it on Bitty’s finger and feels something has clicked into place. He wraps his arms around Bitty and squeezes him so tightly it’s actually uncomfortable, Bitty’s collarbone pressing into his chest.
“I love you,” he says to Bitty. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“God, Jack,” Bitty breathes, laughing. “I already agreed to marry you.” It sounds thick like Bitty is crying again, but Jack doesn’t judge, after all, he is too. He doesn’t think he’s ever laughed and cried so much at the one time.
Jack pulls back, having to see his
fiancé’s beautiful face. He’s still smiling uncontrollably when he kisses Bitty.
“Our first kiss as an engaged couple,” Jack remarks against Bitty’s lips.
“Mm. Feels good,” Bitty replies, kissing Jack again.
Jack can’t stop kissing Bitty now that he’s started. He’s getting lightheaded with it, or he already was lightheaded and this is making it worse. Or maybe lightheaded is the wrong word and he’s simply giddy, elated. Floating on cloud nine.
“I made dinner,” Jack has to remind himself eventually.
“First dinner as an engaged couple,” Bitty parrots.
Bitty spends all dinner glancing down at the ring on his finger, and Jack spends most of it with his eyes on Bitty. He doesn’t eat much because his body is clogged up with other emotions, but they finish the bottle of wine between them and fall into bed clumsily entwined and so in love.
Jack waits until Bitty’s fallen asleep to thank Senor Bun again for his blessing.
Synopsis: You were in love with the stars but sadly, was kept apart from them thanks to mathematical equations that made it impossible for you to touch them. They were the South and you were the East, always together but never touching. Until a curious hybrid becomes the bridge and eventually, your personal galaxy infested with stars.
Warnings: Abuse, Fluff, and mentions of trauma
Genre: Romance, Hybrid
Word Count: 3209
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Definition: a fixed luminous point in the night sky that is a large, remote incandescent body like the sun.
Something that was too hot to touch and impossible for you to ever get near enough to caress the shiny glimmer of hope.
“So, you changed majors again.” Your best friend stared at you while taking a sip of their Caramel Frappe, almost in a cruel way to piss you off.
“Yes, but it’s just that the math in astro was too difficult.”
“Mm.” You annoyingly huffed at their deep sound of whatever.
“Plus, I’m already a well-rounded author with published works.” They laughed. “What? I am!”
“I didn’t say you weren’t babe, but Wattpad doesn’t necessarily count. You’re an editor for a popular Youtube news outlet, there is no shame to say it!” You slumped down on your chair.
“But it’s not astronomy.” Jay smiled as they passed their frappe to you.
“I have an idea. Let’s get you a pet.”
“A pet won’t help me.” You took a sip from their drink, wincing at the extremely sweet aftertaste.
“But these will.”
Jay had dropped you off at a rather large “Adoption Center” that just looked like a high-end Petco of some sort. They had pushed you in, and retrieved to their car, leaving you there before shouting how they would have their boyfriend drop your car off at the location with the keys in one of the rims rather loudly to your dismay. An employee greeted you and began to show you the extensive “line of pets and animals” they had. The walls were white, very clinical and sterile looking giving the place an ominous vibe.
“So we have domestic pets here if you would like your traditional dog, cat, turtle, bird, whatnot. What do you have in mind, dear?” The employee walked you around as you saw dogs play with each other in a very pretty bin that was rather large with plant life growing.
“I actually don’t know..” The cats were dozing off in their glass cubicles. “A companion?” This caused the man’s eyes to lit up.
“Companion? You don’t say. Well, I believe we have something perfect for you. Follow me now, dear.” The employee quickly walked into a hall with you hot at his heels and he opened a door that said the word, “Exoticis”
“And here we have the exotic animals section,” You looked at the employee with a bit of confusion.
“Yes, well more of like from the Asian countries also from South America. We only have dealers from those parts of the globe sadly. Still exotic pets.” You looked at the many cages. They all held humans.
“Oh my god, are you trafficking humans?!” He laughed as he took you near a man who had what seemed to be a gown that you are given before going to surgeries.
“No, dear. Hybrids.” The man in the gown looked beyond terrified, but his hair was a ginger red and from the tops of his head, stood.. Lion.. ears.
This fic started out as a drabble in response to @iwantakokokringle’s request for a “zimbits zoo meetcute”. 6000 words
later and here we are…
“He’s late,” Bitty grumbled as he bounced up and down on his toes, trying to spot the photographer in the swarm of students around them. His search was a little hindered in that he wasn’t sure who he was looking for exactly. He had only corresponded with the Daily’s photographer Brian over email and Brian’s student ID picture left a lot to be desired in identification purposes.
Next to him, Trina shrugged as she leaned over the card table they had set up to be their ticket booth for the weekend. The poster board that they had decorated to proclaim loudly “SAMWELL DANCE PRESENTS THE PETTING ZOO! ADMISSION 3 TICKETS” flapped in the wind as she taped it a little more securely to the table.
Just then, he spotted a tall dark-haired guy with a camera slung around his neck through the crowd. The guy was taller than Bitty would have guessed based on his student ID picture and a lot better looking, but the heavy-duty camera and the slightly lost look on his face as he scanned the crowd seemed like pretty good indicators. This was Brian at last. Bitty waited another minute as Brian looked around the crowd and with a roll of his eyes, he plunged into the crowd to retrieve the photographer. He had things to do this afternoon that did not include waiting around for the Daily’s errant photographer after all.
“For God’s sake,” Bitty said to himself as he dodged a gaggle of girls to land himself in front of the photographer. He still hadn’t managed to catch Brian’s attention until he reached out and grabbed his arm. Brian looked down at him, clearly startled, and frowned. Bitty immediately took his hand back and cleared his throat. “You’re looking for the petting zoo, right?” he asked.
Hi mom, today is my 18th birthday, and i was wondering if you would write literally ANY fantasy based au for Mingyu?? I know how much you like to write them and i get sad that no one asks for them... So here i am !!! Love u
ahhh happy birthday!!!! i can’t believe my first thought with mingyu was to write a lost wolfboy au,,,,,,,it’s p playful so i hope u like it!!!
you first start noticing the vegetables in your garden go missing when you go out to check on your cabbages and all of them have bite marks in them,,,,,,
half the carrots have been uprooted from the ground, and your poor pumpkin patch is a mess
nothing hurts a young farmer more than knowing there’s a night thief up to work in their town so instead of sitting around in the dirt pouting, you hatch a plan for a stake-out
and tbh,,,,you thought it would be easier
sitting on your porch overlooking your garden, a good book at your side as well as a pair of old binoculars you found rummaging through your attic
whatever neighborhood troublemaker thought they would get away with trespassing one more time wasn’t going to have it coming - even though you weren’t so sure what you would do if you actually caught them
but the thought was pushed out of your mind, you just wanted to know who was doing this!
at half past 2 am, with the crescent moon sparkling in the sky and your eyes threatening to give up on you - you hear a nose that spooked you from your sleep
quickly, you groped around for the binoculars and once you had them you looked toward the side of your garden where the urgent rustling was coming from
there he was - a body hunched over your patch of cabbages
for a moment you thought there was something else with them,,,some kind of animal??? it kept swishing back and forth,,,,,a dogs tail???
either way, you crept around the side of the patch until jumping up from your position with a “THIEF!” loudly echoing through the night
the person stopped digging, looking up at you with widened eyes and you almost choked on your surprise,,,,,
gazing curiously back at you was most definitely a boy,,,,,,a human boy
with a human face, hands, and bare chest,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,yet two dog like ears were high at alert in his mess of hair
and that swishing wasn’t a small animal,,,,it was this boys,,,,tail?!?!?!?!
you dropped the binoculars you were holding and his eyes darted from them back up to you
even in the dark, you could see his mouth was open, hairy hands clamped tight around a cabbage head
his teeth were glittering white with two sharp fangs, longer than the rest of his teeth, shone
he gave a shrug of his shoulder in an attempt to copy the noise of a household dog
but you just stared at him because,,,, woof??????? woof wasn’t going to cut it no no not when whatever he was,,,,,,,,,,had just been caught red handed with YOUR food
“w,,,why are you st-stealing my vegetables?!??!?”
you finally managed to push out, even though the real question you wanted to ask was “are you,,,,half dog? wolf? what are you?”
the boy’s nose twitched
“because yours are the best ones?”
“YOUVE BEEN STEALING FROM OTHERS?!??!”
wincing, the boy dropped the cabbage in his hand and stood
while he was crouched down you couldn’t tell, but at his full stance he was now much taller ,,,,,,,,,,, and much scarier than before
his bare chest was tan and toned, arms muscular and intimidating. his eyes briefly flashed yellow within the turns of brown and you could see the long nails of his fingers
“im hungry, the forest is far.”
his voice is flat, but you can see that there is a stress on ‘forest’,,,,,,,,,,that’s where he must be from
but then again,,,,,what was he - wasn’t the forest full of actual wolves not,,,,half-wolf people,,,,,
you didn’t dare question it, rather just furrow your eyebrows and realize one) you should have thought this through two) let’s not get mauled by those nails three) he’s got a cute face for a vegetable-robber-wolf-boy ,,,,,,,,,,,,wait what
instead you chose to strike up peace, “i can give you some food from inside, you know, instead of you pulling up my half-ripe cabbages.”
his ears perked up immediately, a smile forming on his face that further more showed off his impressive fangs
he took a step forward and leaned his head down, pressing it to yours
in fear - you jumped back and a look of confusion coated his momentarily happy expression
“im,,, not the food,,,” you said in a shaky voice and his expression turned back into laughter
“i know!! i don’t eat humans. i like vegetables and ,,,, chicken?”
he smiled again and this time that thought about him being cute drifted back into your head
“ok, i have both of that c–c–come inside,,,”
happily trailing behind you like a wanderlust puppy, the boy came into your home and immediately dropped back to all fours
it startled you but he just looked eagerly around
“do i have to catch the chicken?” he pondered, on high alert for any animals inside your kitchen
“n-no, i have some already just ,,, just stay there.”
quickly, you made a mess of a plate of left over chicken legs and tossed salad you had from your dinner
you set it onto a plate, but realized that might not be the viable option
so without further ado you threw it all together into a cooking pot and carefully, oh so carefully, set it in front of the boy
in your life, you had never ever seen someone eat so fast
it was actually rather impressive to watch, and when he was done he licked at his face with his tongue, much in the way dogs do
you stiffed a giggle and reached for a napkin from the table
“here” you put it out and curiously, he sniffed it
“i can’t eat that.” he stated and you rolled your eyes at yourself,,,,,,,,werewolves don’t know what napkins are
“you use it to clean see?” you rubbed the napkin against your cheek but the boy only tilted his head, ears flopping a bit to the side
“ok ok come here”
you were only half surprised when the command worked and he made his way over, gently you rubbed at the spot beside his lip till the reminisce of chicken was gone
you asked and he nodded
“listen, ill leave some food out for you at night from now on. please stop uprooting my hard-work ok?”
you asked,,,,seeing the slightly dejected look overcome the boy but then he perked up once again
“im mingyu, who are you?”
you were surprised to hear his name, but told him your own
repeating it aloud, mingyu looked into your eyes - the yellow swimming through his iris
“you’re,,,, a good human”
“i am?” you asked almost dryly, but mingyu’s vigorous nod made you smile too
“ok, this good human needs to sleep now - so go back to,,,,,,the forest? and if you want some food feel free to knock on the back porch door”
you pointed to it and mingyu turned to look over his shoulder before looking at you and , more slowly this time, pushing his head to yours
this time you didn’t jerk back,,,perhaps this was a wolf boys way of saying thanks?
you stayed like that for a minute or so, your cheeks getting hot under the intense gaze
till mingyu pulled back, getting up off your floor and heading to the door
you were about to indulge in the image of your rugged, wolf boy leaving you for the forest when you realized he couldn’t get the back door open
with a laugh, you got up and helped him and before running off into the night mingyu leaned in again
and this time gave what you assumed was a small lick to the side of your lips
he said your name and then ran off, at some point you thought his entire body had shifted into that of a wolves, but you touched the wet spot on your cheek and gave out a sigh
a lick on the cheek was definitely grosser than a kiss, but who could blame a poor garden-robbing-cute-wolfboy for not knowing the difference LOL