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His Throne [JHS]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jung Hoseok on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Hoseok, dom!Hoseok, thigh riding

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So I figured since I just turned 18, I should challenge myself and write my first smut! It kinda totally sucks, but what can ya do?  PCs to vikttoria16.

Version: Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jung Hoseok, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Hoseok demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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His Throne [MYG]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Min Yoongi on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Yoongi, dom!Yoongi, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Min Yoongi, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Yoongi demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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Goldilocks || 06

Happy kind of early 700 followers! How?! I only reached 600 last week. You guys spoil me. As thanks, here’s 6.4k of “pure,” unadulterated Goldilocks.

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: Masturbation, hand job, just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Wait, random arguments about ass? Or just like, getting mad about nothing? Because one of those is definitely better than the other.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

not my gif, credit to owner

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. Special thanks to @echo-writes

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Taehyung’s room, too hot.

Jimin’s room, too cold.

You flop onto the empty sofa. Just right.

While you love Taehyung and his bed, there is a strong possibility that you would give your nonexistent left testicle to kick out Jungkook and sleep here again. Couch is love. Couch is life. You contemplate taking a nap while you have the house to yourself, but then you smell it, something that is awfully, unmistakably him.

You roll sideways, onto the floor, almost hitting the coffee table.

He’s contaminated it.

Jungkook has gone and rubbed his stupid smell all over your precious couch-bed. Not that you… know what he smells like. You cringe. Spending a third night in Taehyung’s bed might not be so bad after all. If you just down another dose of god knows how old NyQuil like the past two days, at least you’ll be spared the horror of another wet dream.

Besides, you’d probably have to fight Jungkook for the couch anyway. Then again, maybe you could shove the golden haired muscle pig into Jimin’s room. That would take care of two problems.

The sound of jingling keys pulls your attention to the entryway. It’s too early for Jimin to be home from work and Jungkook can’t get in without someone unlocking the door for him (maybe there’s still a chance you could “accidentally” leave him outside at some point). So the logical conclusion is, Taehyung is home from school early.

You’re pretty sure he had an exam today, but because your friend is surprisingly one of those people who can get a solid 95% without reading the textbook, studying, or even attending lectures in some cases, he probably finished in less than twenty minutes. Classic Tae. Technically, you’re not supposed to be home either, but your first class was canceled despite having spent all weekend slaving away, shut inside the bathroom on Jimin’s laptop to finish writing your essay.

The bathroom? Yes. Don’t judge yourself. What were you going to do? Continue suffering in Jimin’s room? Move to Taehyung’s and get distracted by the mess that would even put a garbage dump to shame? Or worst of all, confront Jinglekook in the living room or kitchen?

So there you found yourself, in the bathroom hunkered under a layer of blankets in the bathtub and on a throne of pillows, telling all three guys to “fuck off- go piss on a tree” whenever they came knocking. The only time you let them in was the rare occasion you had to leave for important things like food or when you left for a four hour shift at work on Sunday.

You were being difficult, yes.

But if a certain someone hadn’t taken your beloved couch, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

Suddenly, the door swings open, slamming against the wall and bouncing back to hit a very excited looking Taehyung in the shoulder. Leave it to him to make an entrance.

“I’m home early~ before everyone else~” he playfully sings to himself. You contemplate telling him you’re here, but then, “Gonna go watch porn~ with the volume on~”

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All Yours

“You could’ve had feelings for anyone else, but nope. You heart was stuck on the sleeping boy in your lap.

Min-fucking-Yoongi.”

↠fluffy angst (if you will ;–;)↞

word count: 4.2k

↠series↞


The cool surface of the granite countertop rested against your elbow. You watched the hands of your wristwatch tick slower and slower as each second passed. You blew a breath of air upward, moving strands of hair out of your eyes. This felt like the longest shift of your life.

There was something about Thursdays at your university coffee shop that made it seem like barren land; except for maybe a couple of students and other adults who sat quietly, tapping away at their laptop keyboards. Maybe it was because other students were out in the town buying snacks and drinks to prepare for their usual Friday nights in the dormitories.

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When You Least Expect It

Requested by @gracefullydrunk, an Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader fic where the reader and Sam discover they are soulmates after reader gets mildly injured on a hunt.

Warning: A/B/O dynamics, smut

Word Count: 2700ish

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@godhelpthesickies pLEASE DONT BE SAD (and sorry i took forever orz my brain is working very slowly)

EDIT: OH SHIT APPARENTLY RICH ISN’T AN ONLY CHILD FORGIVE MY INCONSISTENCIES 


There are two digits written at the top of his test. Red ink bleeds into the page, and even when he turns the paper around they show through. At first, the numbers don’t register to him–they’re unreadable, unreachable, and he feels numb all over, like nothing can touch him.

And then the score registers–61–and Rich suddenly feels like he can’t breathe.

Normally he’d be fine crumpling up the exam papers and tossing them into the nearest recycling bin, but that currently isn’t a viable option for him. 61 is far below the class’s failing grade, which means the teacher is going to call home. There’s no way he’ll be able to hide this from his dad.

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The One That Got Away [Chapter 11]

Originally posted by jypnior

Chapter 11 of The One That Got Away

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut


Empty. Emptiness is all you could feel as you sat in your bathtub. The water had long lost its heat but you couldn’t move.

You replayed the past few interactions with Jaebum in your head as you stared blankly ahead. His affections were all you had been wanting while you were away and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, they were all you wanted now.

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His Throne [KNJ]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Kim Namjoon on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Namjoon, dom!Namjoon, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Kim Namjoon, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Namjoon demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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BTS REACTS TO: s/o doing the mannequin-head dance

Anon Asked: bts react to their s/o doing mannequin-head dances XD (if u dont know what it is, try looking up for it)

Anon Asked:  bts react to their s/o doing a mannequin-head dance XD

FOR THE UNLUCKY FEW WHO DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE MANNEQUIN-HEAD DANCE IS, Y’ALL LUCKY I’M A MEMELORD AND CAN BLESS YOU WITH THIS CINEMATIC ART <— CLICK IT NOW YA BUM, YOU’RE WELCOME. - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

Truth be told, there’s no rational or logical explanation as to why you would be doing this, but the thing is you are. And you were killing it. From the voguing, the death drops, and the legendary no-hair hair flips, it was all a sight to be seen. A scene that was quite a sight. One must be mentally prepared to have such grace bestowed upon them - unfortunately for Jin, he simply wasn’t ready. He barged into the room yelling your name, and you spun around, mannequin head whipping along with you. You faced him, posed statuesque and all, and he just stood there, mouth agape, eyes wide, and utterly confused. He tried to say something, but the only sound that came out was his windshield wiper laugh.

“I- I just- What were you doing?”

“[y/n], no sane person would be doing this!”

“You’re crazy, jagi!”

Originally posted by 55kumamons

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Last Goodbye (TOP Scenario)

So… Surprise? Haha. With Tabi’s enlistment being tomorrow (February 9, 2017), this is something I wrote in honor(?) of it. He’ll be missed for the 2 years or so that he’ll be gone, but time will hopefully move quickly! We’ll wait for you to come back, you lovable and gorgeous dork. I hope you’ll like this, people. Enjoy~

Summary: His enlistment was creeping closer at lightning speed. You weren’t ready for it and he seemed to sense that.

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Just Friends (part six) - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles prided himself in his attempts to be calm and collected.  Sure he was quite the spazz, but when it came to break ups, fall outs, fighting, and other various forms of drama, he liked to think that he could keep himself calm.  That he could walk away and breathe before making rash decisions.  And that’s exactly what he did this morning when y/n did not answer her door.  Or the calls.  Or texts.  But before he’d even made the call to her, Scott had called him.

“Stiles buddy where are you? I thought we were gonna meet at the library today” Scott said, and Stiles sighed.  “Stiles? Where are you?” Scott asked, sounding concerned at Stiles’ lack of an answer.

“I’m kinda at y/n’s house right now” Scott groaned.  

“You can’t skip school-”

“I’m not, I came here to pick her up… I got coffee and breakfast for her cause I thought she’d like it-”

“Unimportant detail” Scott monotoned.

“Okay but she specifically said a ride to school was okay… and  knocked a lot and texted a lot and she hasn’t responded to me at all” Stiles rambled on, running a hand through his hair nervously.

“Don’t stress Stiles, she’s probably just not feeling well” Scott reassured as best as he could.  To be honest, he barely knew you.  Only what Stiles would go on and on about, not that it gave him much insight on your personal life.  But hey, at least he knew your hair smelled like berries, and your eyes sparkled like the sun.

“She was fine yesterday” Stiles mumbled.

“Alright well maybe it’s… you know… a girl thing”

“Like.. drama-?”

“Like her period” Scott breathed.  “Look, skip school or whatever, I’ll cover for you” Scott said.  “But just this once”

“Fine.  I’m coming” Stiles sighed.  “I might be a little late to first period, tell Coach my car broke down if I am?”

“He’s still gonna give you hell.  But alright” Scott said.

“Thanks man”

“See you soon”

And that was the end of their call.  But Stiles quickly scrolled through his contacts in search of your name.  He didn’t hesitate to press it, tapping his foot as it rang.

“Hey! You’ve reached y/n.  Sorry I couldn’t come to the phone, but leave a message!” Your cheerful voice said, and Stiles internally cursed.  But he still left a message, the nervous wreck he was.  You never picked up.  

His feet dragged a little when he walked back to his car.  Taking his time putting on his seat belt, and starting the engine.  Stiles definitely wasn’t cool with texting and driving especially after hearing his father getting case after case about it.  But he kept his phone on his lap, ready to pick up if you were to reach him at all.

He couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t answer the phone, or text him back.

Stiles’ palms were sweaty on the wheel, and he was licking and biting at his lips every ten seconds.  Maybe he shouldn’t have left.  Maybe he should’ve climbed to your window, or hung around to see if you answered.  But by the time he even considered going back, he was a the school parking lot.  And he came to a sad realization.  If you’d wanted to reach him, you would have already.

The boy ran into the school, backpack slung onto one shoulder as the bell rang.  He was late just barely by thirty seconds to class.  He found Scott already explaining an elaborate lie to Coach.

“I’m here!” Stiles wheezed, making his way to the back row where Scott had his things.  His friend followed behind him, watching as Stiles caught his breath.

“Well? Anything happen?”

“I called her” Stiles said.  “I left her a message but she didn’t respond” Scott nodded.


“Then she’s probably just sleeping” Scott shrugged.  “Again, I doubt you have anything to worry about” Stiles nodded, finger tapping on the desk, and leg bouncing under it.

“Yeah, you’re probably right” He said, silencing his phone, and putting it in his bag.

What’s the worst that could happen? You missing one day of school probably just meant you weren’t feeling well, Stiles thought optimistically.

~~~

Scott walked with Stiles out of Economics, going on about one of Coach’s outbursts and laughing.  Stiles offered small chuckles, but just couldn’t focus.  He reached for his bag-

Scott slapped his arm.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK SCOTT-!”

“Just leave her alone” Scott told his friend as calmly as possible.  “If she’s not feeling well, she’s not going to want to sit around on the phone with you and talk about turtles”

“Awe you remembered-”

“Not the point” Scott couldn’t hold back his eye roll.  Lydia bounded up to them.

“Hey guys- nice eye roll” She giggled at Scott.  “What’d Stiles do this time?”

“He’s obsessing over y/n again” Scott said.  Lydia smiled cheekily over to the pale boy.

“Ooh” SHe said, mimicking what Stiles thought was a six year old.  “He’s blushing Scott, I think our boy’s got a little crush” She said.  Stiles had the urge to shove them both on the ground and run off.

“Oh, I know he does” Scott chuckled.  “He’s freaking out because he was supposed to drive he to school but she didn’t answer the door”

“Or her texts, or my calls” Stiles piped up.  “Straight up ignored” He grumbled to the floor.

“Peculiar” Lydia commented, brows drawing together.  “Has she said anything at all?”

“Well I’d like to know.  But McStupid here keeps punching me when I try to look!” Lydia slapped a hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“Hey-!”

“Don’t ever meddle in someone else’s love life!” Lydia scolded.  Stiles took the opportunity to quickly pull out his phone.

“SHE CALLED!” He yelled, rushing to the side of the hallway to be out of the way.  He clicked on the voicemail box, and brought his phone to his ear.  The first thing he heard was your shaky intake of breath, and it made his heart lurch.

“What what is it?” Lydia asked, worried about the pained expression he was making.  But Stiles didn’t say anything, just listen to your string of stutters and cries.  A hand came over his mouth slowly as he tried to make sense of your incoherent whimpers.  Scott heard a small blip of your cry, and instantly felt bad.  He was the one who told Stiles not to worry.

“I’m so-”

“Sh” Stiles interrupted, holding his phone closer to hear you better.

Stiles I-” And that was when the line cut.  Stiles dropped his phone from his ear, watching the screen flicker back to a mess of missed calls.  Mostly from his father and Scott.

“She’s hurting” He said, eyes wet.  “I can tell- I mean it’s obvious- but it’s really serious she’s broken and I’m not there to help her pick up the pieces” He said.  Lydia put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Stiles, I admire your compassion, but some things people just have to learn to handle alone-”

“But she doesn’t” Stiles argued quietly.  “She shouldn’t have to” Lydia sighed.

“Stiles…” Scott tried.  “Look man we get you like her- a lot- we get that trust me I’d do anything to make sure Kira never feels a hint of sadness again” Scott said.  “But she’s still going to feel sad every once in a while.  And some days, there’s going to be the chance that there’s nothing I can do but let her work it out herself-”

“You don’t get it” Stiles grumbled, pushing off the wall, and storming away from his friends.

“Stiles! You can’t just skip-!” Lydia called, running after him when he neared the entrance of the school.

“Watch me” He spat.  No, he wasn’t trying to hurt his friends feelings, it’s not their fault they didn’t understand you needed him.  But at the same time, he couldn’t believe they were so against the idea of him helping you.

“Stiles” Lydia spoke softer, putting her hand on his shoulder.  “Look, I know what you’re talking about.  I know tat you think-” She paused, licking her lips to think of a better choice of words, but none came to mind.  “-that she needs you” She finished.  “But Stiles, as your friend, you can’t just skip school because she’s a little sad” She sighed softly.  “Maybe after go over and-”

She was cut off by Stiles’ phone ringing in his hand.

“It’s her” He said quickly, answering it and walking outside.  “y/n? y/n are you okay?” He rushed the words out, and barely noticed Lydia standing behind him as he paced the steps.

“Stiles” You were crying, and he instantly shot his hand to his pocket in search for his keys.  “Stiles I- I did-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay just breathe I’m here”

“I’m sc-scared”

“Why? It’s okay, you’re sa-”

“I did something bad” You whispered, voice cracking.  Stiles’ brow furrowed.

“You’re going to be okay I’m coming over right now okay?”

“No!” You screamed out.  “No don’t come!”

“y/n I need to see you-”

“Don’t come Stiles don’t come” You whimpered.  “Please don’t come” Stiles nodded, walking towards his jeep.  “Please don’t, please please don’t come”

“Alright, alright I won’t” He heard something fall, to the floor maybe he couldn’t really tell.

“Ok-okay” You stuttered.  “I gotta go” He heard you sniffle a few times.

“Alright, I’ll probably call you in a bit when I leave school” Stiles said, unlocking his car door.

“Okay” You whispered.

“Text me though alright?”

“Okay, I will” You said.  “Bye Stiles-”

“y/n” You hummed into the receiver.  “You’re my sunshine, okay?” There was a pause between you, but he could hear a small breath leave your lips in the hint of a smile.  Not really a laugh or a giggle, but a soft sound that he knew meant he lifted your spirits at least a little.

“You’re mine too Stiles” You responded through tears.  Then you ended the call.

Stiles got in his Jeep and drove to your house.


tagged: @lena-lightwood, @seninjakitey, @morganschiebel

xoxo ~ Jordie
(ps: happy birthday crystal! allison imagine to come for the occasion)

anonymous asked:

Not sure you're taking prompts, but if you are can we get a Sanvers Overprotective Maggie post 2x19 fic?

Alex rested her back against the wall next to her window. She had turned the lights off ten minutes ago, but the car was still there. It had been there for the past fifty-seven minutes. She checked her watch. Fifty-eight.

Alex looked around her darkened apartment, knowing that she could navigate it without the light. She mentally located every gun in the apartment, but settled on her favorite new toy in the kitchen drawer.

The man was sitting in the car, phone pressed to his ears when her feet hit the street. There was no way he’d seen her. Alex had taken a secure route and was hyper-aware of her surroundings. She’d be damned if she got kidnapped again.

She crept up on the car and waited, crouched near the back passenger door. When she heard loud laughing, she opened the passenger door and in one swift movement, sat in the seat, her gun pointed at the man.

He automatically reached for the center console, but she grabbed his hand and pinned it to the smooth leather between them. “Why are you sitting outside my apartment?”

Before he could answer, she saw a picture of herself taped to the dashboard just above the radio. She pressed her gun to his chest. “Tell me!” Rage and fear were coursing through her. So soon after she had been kidnapped someone was sitting outside her apartment.

The man dropped his phone and Alex caught it before it hit the man’s lap. As she caught it, she saw something shining on his belt. She moved his jacket out of the way and saw an NCPD badge. “What the hell is going on?”

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His Throne [KTH]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Kim Taehyung on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Taehyung, dom!Taehyung, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Jungkook | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Kim Taehyung, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Taehyung demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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Guardian Angel

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst and slight fluff

Warnings: Mentions of cancer, death, and suicide attempt

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: A tragedy unexpectedly strikes your family, and when you start to believe that you’ll never be happy again, you meet the person who will change your world.

A/n: Honestly, this took longer than expected to write this, but it’s finally completed. I also would like to give a shout out to @aichan11 for being my beta for this because she’s amazing and put up with all my questions I asked.

Originally posted by lacuna-matata

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Thank God For Porn

Originally posted by robbie-andrewkay

Pairing:  Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt:  Anonymous asked: #60 for Pan

Warning:  SMUT! Cursing

A/N:  This is definitely an A.U! Hope you enjoy, loves!

 

Living on your own was a lot harder than you expected. Sure it gave you unprecedented freedoms, and you really didn’t have to worry about wearing clothes around the house, but still. Your tiny flat was always eerily quiet, and paying the rent was never fun. However, you still enjoyed being on your own, the solace of the flat always bringing you joy.

This joy was short lived, though. You were sitting in your living room slumped against the faux leather couch, finally allowing yourself to relax after a stressful day of work. You sighed loudly, letting your eyes slowly drop, the sound of the T.V. fading into nothingness. Just when you were about to allow yourself to fall asleep, your phone rang loudly throughout the flat. You groaned loudly, slightly pissed that you couldn’t have at least a few moments of peace. You reluctantly forced yourself to stand, walking over to where you set your phone. You picked it up and saw it was your boss calling. You sighed loudly before answering. “Hello?”

“(Y/N), we need you to come in early tomorrow. John’s taking the day off and we need you to cover for him. See you at 6:00 a.m. sharp.” And with that, your boss promptly hung up. You wanted to scream, but you didn’t. You just sighed, and decided to go to sleep. You would need all the sleep you could get for tomorrow. You undressed quickly, and decided to forgo any real pajamas. You crawled into bed with only your underwear and attempted to get comfortable. You reached over to the bed side table, and turned off the lamp sitting there. After what felt like mere seconds, you felt sleep consume your body, the last thing you thought before falling to sleep was “Tomorrow is gonna be hell.”

You had all but forced yourself awake. You slowly sat up, a long yawn escaping from your throat. You rubbed your face, attempting to wake up more. You threw your legs over the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. Walking over to the closet, you chose an outfit that would at least keep you comfortable during the day. After putting on the ensemble of a flannel and leggings, you went into the bathroom for put on some light make-up and throw your hair up into a ponytail. When you were ready to leave it was 5:30, leaving your 30 minutes to get to the diner to start your shift. You walked out your flat and locked the door behind you, silently hoping that today wouldn’t be too horrible. You got into your car and drove to the diner, ready to start the day.

The day was hectic to say the least. The customers were rude, your boss was incredibly hard on you, and the tips were absolutely horrible. The only bright side was you were allowed to leave early, seeing as you had worked for almost twelve hours straight. The only thing your mind at this point was getting home, and going to sleep. You got into your car, and sped home.

You parked quickly, and rushed to the front door of your flat; you unlocked the door and stepped in, slamming the door behind you. You plopped yourself down on the couch, a deep sigh resonated through the flat. You felt like complete and utter shit. You wanted nothing more than to eat and go to sleep. Just when you were getting comfortable, you heard a knock on your day. Confused, you stood up and walked over to the door.

You opened the door and saw a boy you had never seen before. He was dressed in almost all green, his outfit reminding you of the forest. His mousy hair was swooped perfectly on his head. He had the greenest eyes you had ever seen, and his boyish face gave him the appearance of youth. He looked…kind of cute. One thing that stood out, however, was his expression. He looked as if he was about to pass out, his body hunched over slightly, a look of pain crossed his boyish features. He looked up at you, and his body swayed slightly. You caught him in before he fell over, and the one thing you hear is a quiet whisper of “Help me,” before promptly passing out in your arms.

Your eyes widened in shock, not sure what to do about the boy asleep in your arms. You decided, against all better judgement, to help him. You dragged him into your flat, kicking the door shut behind you with your foot. You pulled his limp body over to the couch and laid him flat on the cold leather. Once he was situated on the couch, you simply stared at him. You had no idea what to do about the stranger on your couch. Before he had passed out, you could tell he was in pain, but at the same time you had no idea who he was. Against all better judgement, you knew you needed to help him.

You walked into the kitchen, deciding you needed a drink. You got a beer from the fridge, and hoisted yourself onto the counter. You sighed lowly before taking a sip of your beer. Almost an hour and a half had passed, your first beer long gone and you were already halfway through your second. You had been mulling over the pros and cons of letting the stranger stay with you. You were so lost in thought that you almost hadn’t noticed the boy slowly awaking on your couch. Almost.

You heard a soft groan escape from the boy’s lips like a silent prayer. You got off the counter and got a water bottle from the fridge. You walked over to where the boy was laying, and tapped his shoulder with your free hand, the other holding out the cold water. He looked up a you and gratefully took the water. He had downed half the bottle before stopping to breathe. You decided you needed some answers. “So, mind telling me your name? I mean, if you’re going to be staying here, I figured I should at least no your name.”

He merely chuckled in response, seemingly pleased with the sass in your voice. A light smirk danced across his lips as if it were meant to be there. You had to admit, you found his expression…attractive. “Oh, I’m sorry love. Did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Peter. Peter Pan.”

Your expression turned into one of disbelief. Okay. It’s official. You have an insane man in your house. “Right, you’re Peter Pan. And I’m Wendy Darling. Now would you mind telling me who you really are, otherwise I might kick you out of my house, no matter how hurt you are.”

At this, he let a full in laugh. “Now, love, I really am Peter Pan. I never understood why you people never believe me when I tell them that.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re a storybook character? You’re not supposed to be real. What are you doing here anyways, and why do you seem to be hurt?” You didn’t exactly believe his story, per say, but you knew he needed help.  

“Well love, as it turns out I got into some trouble with some people who didn’t want their son in Neverland. One even tried to kill me, hence the injury. I’m sorry to bother you, love I just needed a place to go, I suppose.” You looked at him, concern etched across your face. You kneeled down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder as a way to comfort him.

“Well, you can stay here as long as you need. It seems like you could use it. I’m (Y/N), by the way. I figured you deserved to know, seeing as we might be living together.”

He smiled, the first real smile you had seen while he was here. You gave a soft smile in return, knowing that this would be the start of a good friendship.

Time Skip (Six Months Later)

Peter Pan was NOT what you expected him to be. Whoever gave Disney the idea that he was a sweet, kind boy was incredibly wrong.  He was mischievous, evil, and completely childish. Even worse, he knew practically nothing about our world, being on Neverland so long kept him from knowing all of the world’s advances. You had to teach him just about everything. He had become attached to technology, loving the “magic story box”, his words, not yours.

But no matter how incredibly infuriating Peter was, you couldn’t help grow fond of him. His constant sense of adventure meant you never had a boring day, and he always knew how to make you smile. He’d tell you stories of his adventures, his eyes lighting up at the fond memories.  You had fallen in love with the green of his eyes, the way they reminded you of a forest and sparkled in the sun. You had fallen in love with the curve of his plump lips when he smirked. You had fallen in love with everything about the demon boy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The day had started off normally. You had awoken early to get ready for the day. After putting on your clothes and make-up, you stepped out of your room to the kitchen. You filled the kettle with water and put in on the stove, turning it on and waiting for the water to boil. You scrolled through your phone, not bothering to look up when you heard Peter walk into the kitchen. The familiar whistle of the kettle rang through the apartment, and you walked over and poured the scalding water into two mugs. After the tea was done steeping, the pair of you lazily sipped your tea in silence.

You looked over at the time and realized you needed to leave soon. You quickly washed out your mug and put your shoes on. “Bye Peter! I’ll be home later. Call if you need anything!” you exclaimed. You merely got a nod in response. That was odd. Peter was unusually quiet this morning. Usually, he had some sort of snarky remark at the ready, but the silence was not something you were used to. You thought nothing of it, thinking maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

Work, as usual, was hectic. The amount of strangers flirting with you today, and the obnoxious people who thought they were better than everyone in the diner was enough to make anyone exhausted. After your shift was over, you decided you deserved a coffee to wake yourself up. After getting your coffee in a shop that was completely overpriced, you drove home, ready to relax and not have to worry about anything for the rest of the night.

When you got home, you closed the door behind yourself, then automatically flopping onto the couch, letting a giant groan into the comfy black leather. Just as your thoughts began to subside you heard a noise, like a groan, ringing through the flat. Confused, you stood up, walking towards the noise, seemingly coming from Peter’s room. As you got closer, however, you heard a mixture of male and female moans and groans. Your face flushed red, unsure of what to do in this situation. You weren’t naive, far from it, actually. You knew what those noises meant; you just never imagined you’d hear them here.  You took a deep breath in, deciding to go in and confront the situation. Yes, it’s not like you and Peter were dating, but it still hurt. And you wanted to give him a piece of your mind. You wrapped your hand around the door knob, and pushed the door open.

What you saw, you can honestly say, you didn’t expect. Pan was sitting down at the computer you had gotten him, his shirt long gone and his trousers around his ankles, his hand wrapped tightly around his manhood. The computer was displaying a woman, her face contorted in pleasure as she harshly rode her partner, whom shared the same look of absolute pleasure on his face. Your eyes widened at the sight, your mouth gaping open and your face flushing an impossible shade of red. You were so shocked and aroused you had no idea what to do, so you quickly said the first thing that came to mind. “Are…Are you watching porn?!”

At the sound of your voice, Peter let out a startled yelp, nearly falling out of his chair. He quickly paused the video, and turned to face you with embarrassment clear on his face. “(Y/N)! I-I can explain, love!” he stammered out, his pants still in a pool around his legs. You looked down at the exposed area and immediately regretted, feeling your face getting warmer as you did so. This action didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, however. His embarrassment quickly faded, in its place a cocky smirk took over.

He stepped out his pants, his fully naked body on display. He walked over to and fear over took your entire being. For every step he made towards you, you took a step back, until it was you pressed up against the wall, his arms caging you in. He leaned down until your lips were merely inches apart, his breath fanning across your face. “Did you like what you saw, my little lost girl?” he says, his normally low voice dripping with lust. You nearly moaned at his words, and you could feel the heat of arousal bloom in your stomach.

Your eyes snapped shut and you tilted your head slightly to the side, trying to put some distance between you and the naked male trapping you against the wall. You suddenly felt one of his long fingers tilting your chin back towards him, making little space between the two of you.  He leaned down ever so slightly so his lips would brush against yours. “Let’s play.” He muttered silently before slamming his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

Your mind went blank; the feeling of his lips finally upon yours was better than you had ever imagined. You pressed your lips against his with equal fervor. It felt as if you were made to be here, your lips molded against his, the feel of this body fitting against yours perfectly. You felt Peter open his mouth slightly, his tongue poking out and tracing the line of your lips, begging for entrance.

You moaned softly at the feeling, opening your lips slightly to allow him in. His tongue immediately darted into your mouth, his tongue moving against your own. It felt like the two of you stayed like this for hours, wrapped up in each other’s embraces and not willing to break free just yet. Peter suddenly pulled away, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

You opened your eyes, and saw him before you, his eyes dark with lust and a hungry expression plastered on his face. You saw something inside the boy snap, and he quickly descended upon your neck, biting and sucking harshly at any skin that he came across. You moaned at the sensation, your eyes quickly closed and your hands flew up to grip his hair as if to keep him in place. He smirked at your actions, obviously pleased that he drew it out of you. You felt his hand trail up under the length of your shirt, simply kneading the flesh of your hip.

You felt him tug on the fabric of your shirt, as if silently asking if it was okay for him to take it off. You merely nodded in response, eager to get rid of any clothing and to be closer to him. He made quick work of your shirt and bra, throwing them across the room when he was done with the flimsy material. His hands trailed over the smooth skin of your stomach, until finally reaching your breasts. He cupped them in each hand, his thumb rolling over your nipples.

You moaned loudly, the feeling of his hands against one of your most intimate areas was absolutely sinful. His assault on your breasts never ceased or slowed, even while he was tailing bites down your neck to where you wanted him most. He bit down on your collarbone, making you gasp loudly. He simply smirked against your skin in response. He kissed a trail from you collarbone to the top of your breast. He planted a quick kiss to the sensitive skin before taking his thumb off your nipples, only for it to be replaced with his lips.

Your hand shot to cover your mouth, embarrassed by the sounds escaping you. You suddenly felt his hand wrap around your wrist, forcing you to uncover your mouth. Your eyes shoot upon, looking at him in slight confusion. “No, love. Don’t cover your pretty sounds. I want to hear everything I do to you.” He whispered, the words dripping with lust. You whimpered and felt yourself grow surprisingly wet. You saw him smirk in return, and he suddenly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down in a single tug. You stepped out of the uncomfortable denim and stood fully naked in front of Peter.

He looked upon your naked form, love and lust prominent in his gaze. “My God, love, you are so beautiful. You have no idea what you do to me.”

His hand dragged down the front of your body, the feeling of his calloused hand on your smooth skin sent shivers down your spine. He finally reached the place you desperately wanted, your cunt throbbing with need for him.

“Peter, please.” You moaned out, desperate to feel him in you. He chuckled slightly, loving how desperate you were for him.

“How could I ever say no to my little lost girl?” he said before he slowly dragged the tip of his finger against your outer lips. You gasped, the feeling of his finger sending shocks through your body. You were so needy for him, it was hard to concentrate on anything else other than him. He suddenly pushed a finger completely inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the intrusion. He pumped his finger slowly in and out of you, the slow pace driving you insane. You whimpered, desperate for more friction. He pushed another finger into, keeping the same slow pace.

Peter leaned down, his breath tickling your ear. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you love? While watching that horrid video the only thing I could see was the image of you on me, riding me for all I’m worth. You’d like that wouldn’t you, (Y/N)? Do you like the idea of riding my cock until you come?” You moaned at the filthy words, the confession making your cunt wetter than it already was.

He groaned, noticing you becoming wetter at his words. He could feel you tightening around the two digits, your moans and whimpers becoming louder and more frequent. The small calls of his name in such a way sent arousal straight to his already hard cock. He suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined at the loss. He placed a small kiss upon your forehead before putting his fingers in his mouth, making eye contact as he sucked them dry. You moaned at the sight, seeing him like this was truly erotic.

He suddenly gripped your hips, pushing up against the wall. “Jump.” He said, his voice deep with arousal. You did as he asked, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a sweet kiss, and he slowly positioned his cock at your entrance, and slowly slid into your wet heat. You both moaned in unison, both feeling complete, like a missing jigsaw piece finally getting into place.

Peter quickly picked up the pace; practically slamming into you and a relentless pace, the mixture of your moans and groans filled the room. He buried his face in your neck, whispering things that went from sweet to dirty, such as I love you; your cunt feels like home; you take me so well; you’re so bloody tight love. Your hands were in his hair, not caring how hard you tugged on the mousy locks. Peter didn’t seem to mind, it actually seemed to spur him on more.

You felt yourself approaching your climax, your cunt tightening around his perfect cock. You moaned is name loudly, your grip on his hair tightening.

“That’s it love. Come around my cock. Scream my name; let everyone know who you belong to.” Peters voiced was muffled by your neck, but you could hear him loud and clear. You came with a loud cry of his name, your vision becoming blurry from pleasure. Peter followed shortly behind you, a drawn out groan of your name on his lips.

The both of you stood there, you still pressed against the wall and Peter still buried in your neck. You limply hung off of him, your breathing coming out as load panting, still trying to catch your breath. Peter carried you over the bed and carefully lay you down as if he was afraid to hurt you.  He crawled into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest and not letting you move. You smiled slightly, fading in and out of consciousness. Peter placed a light kiss upon your forehead before quietly whispering, “Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you, my little lost girl.”

You simply smiled before replying with a simple “I love you too, Peter Pan.”

Trichotillomania // J.F

A/U: Before you read this please note that this imagine won’t be for everyone.
Trichotillomania is a real and difficult disorder, I would know this because I was diagnosed about a year ago. In my opinion, more people need to know about this.

To anyone else with this disorder I want you to know that you’re not alone and that you’re disorder doesn’t make you ‘gross’ or 'ugly’


Originally posted by aaasseenn

Trichotillomania was something you’d struggled with for years now. It had begun at a young age with things as simple as pulling out hair that didn’t seem to fit in your signature ponytail or braids. No biggie right?
You’d tried meditating, sitting on your hands, fiddle toys like stress balls and tangles but sadly, nothing could be

Over the years it only seemed to progress into you ripping out chunks of hair at a time, soon resulting in patches of missing hair in at least 3 places. At first it was easy to hide with a bit of rearranging, some bobby pins and a beanie but with Trich, it only seems to get worse.
Your boyfriend, Justin didn’t know of your disorder and you dreaded the day either he’d notice you’d tell him. Probably the first option.

Your fingers were currently focused on pulling out the hairs that felt different.
One pull. One hair gone. No pain
Two pulls. Another hair gone. No pain. Just release.

Most people would be shocked and disgusted when you admit your disorder to them. They wouldn’t be able to understand how you felt no pain whatsoever.
You continue pulling, completely lost in the release to notice the damage you were doing.

That was until you looked down and noticed the pile of hair, the hair that use to be on your head. Now there was just a big bald patch, this one had been developing over a while now leaving it almost the size of your fist.
A loud gasp left your lips but before you could sob your hand covered your mouth, preventing any other sounds from escaping.

“Hey baby, the door was unlocked so i just let myself in” Justin stated
You cursed yourself, completely forgetting he was coming over and before he could see you, you quickly wiped away your tears and brushed your fingers through your hair, making yourself look at least slightly presentable for your boyfriend and covering the missing patch of hair.

“I bought popcorn, the extra buttery kind because i know how much you love it” Justin said as he kissed your forehead lovingly

“Thanks, Justin” You said, quieter than normal. You were more focused on the mess that surrounded you, silently praying Justin wouldn’t notice.

“Are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself”

“I’m okay, i promise. Now let’s put a movie on” you silently begged for him to drop the topic

“No you’re not, tell me whats going on.You’ve been crying” Justin grabbed your hands and put the pre-popped popcorn aside, fully focusing on you.
You hesitated for a moment but you could see the worried, sincere look in his eyes. Justin always knew when you were upset even in the slightest which could be good and bad.

Without really thinking you started crying right in front of Justin, not that you hadn’t before just now it was different. Now you had to tell him.
Justin pulled you into his arms and began running his fingers through your hair, it was soothing. Usually when he’d do that you’d immediately stop him but now there was no point.

You let yourself calm down a bit before snuggling further into Justin’s arms, feeling his lips gently press against your forehead.

“I’m going to tell- well actually show you something, but please don’t leave me” You begged, tears still sitting in your eyes.

“Hey hey, i won’t don’t you worry” Justin brushed a strand of hair behind your ears and listened attentively
You waited until he moved his hands away from your head before you brushed the thin amount of hair that was covering the patch to the side, leaving your most vulnerable side for him to see.
You couldn’t stand looking at him in the eyes so instead you looked at your fiddling fingers and began speaking.

“I have a disorder called Trichotillomania. That means i pull out my hair uncontrollably” You admit. It was harder saying it out loud than you ever could’ve imagined.

“I know, i have for a while now” You looked up at Justin, a shocked expression on your face. He seemed to notice this and continued “I noticed the signs a while ago, didn’t you ever wonder why’d i’d hold both your hands at times?”

“W-Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, mouth open slightly in shock
“I guess i just wanted to wait until you were ready” He spoke “I hope you’re not mad at me”
You leaned into Justin’s shoulder and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“I’m not, I actually feel relieved. Thank you for not freaking out”

“Hey don’t thank me for being a decent human being” He gave you a big, toothless smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulders “Now how about we put that movie on”

Valentines

Pairing: Jaehyun and y/n

You two have been best friends since middle school. Things were different and much more simpler back in the day. There wasn’t a day that you two would spend separately. Little Jung Jaehyun would walk you to school everyday, and walk you back to your door every afternoon. Weekends are usually spend in his house, blasting songs on the maximum volume or tucked under blankets on his cozy sofa while watching crappy horror movies. His parent’s were so used to having you around, to the point that they would leave the gates open every Saturday morning and expect you to at least eat two meals with the family. You were his best friend, and he was yours. It was that simple. And everyone knew that.

Feelings for him grew beyond friendship before you were able to realize it. But the chubby Jaehyun that you had to yourself in those middle school years grew up to become the cutest guy in your highschool. Girls were constantly begging for his attention and he was too nice and to polite to reject any of them. And you were always on the side eyeing them with jealousy. No matter how much time you spend aroudn him, you didn’t have to courage to confess your feelings. It was time he found his passion, so the time you guys had together became less and less. He was either circled by a crowd of girls or somewhere training. The boy that always walked you to and from school was no longer by your side, and the thought itself wounded your heart. You missed your friend, missed the boy who would never leave you half a step. But you know he had his reasons, he had his goals set and his dreams to achieve.

It was your last Valentine in high school. It was also the last birthday you could spend with Jaehyun as he soon will be completely hidden away until his official debut. Unsurprisingly, by late morning Jaehyun was already struggling to carry the roses he received. You waved at him to get his attention:
“Hey flower boy, getting much love this year yea?” You eyed the flowers. The number of roses is enough to form a big bouquet.
“Well can you blame them?” He winked.
“They must be blind.” You replied.
“So how about you y/n hows Valentine going for you”. He struggled to hold all the roses in one arm, then put his free arm over your shoulder.
“As you can see, not everyone is popular like you, Mr. Jung.”
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled “your time will come soon.”
“I doubt it. So tonight at your place right. It’s your birthday so you get the day off?”
“Yeah. Just comeover whenever you finish working. Oh the warning bell. I have to go now. See you!”
You waived him goodbye and ran to your class.

The rest of the evening you were caught in your own thoughts. Should you confess, or should you preserve what ever friendship there is between you two? After awhile debating to yourself, it had settled, tonight is the night you tell Jung Jaehyun you love him.

You walked the familiar pathway to his house, surprised when the gates were unlocked. It was quite a while since you’ve last been here, so why would his parents leave the gates open on a Wednesday night? Walking in you realized no one was home, or at least it appeared to be.
“Jaehyun?”
You walked upstairs to find the door to his room slightly open. A dim light shone through the crack of his door.
“Jaehyun stop messing with me I know you are in there.” You slammed the door open expecting a dumb jump scare. But what you see is a room lit with all kinds of candles. Lying neatly on the bed was a card. You picked it up, the tiny hear shaped peace of card board. Running your fingers on the edges of the paper you realized that it was handmade. You couldn’t but giggle at the thought of him struggling to perfectly cut a heart. He was well rounded, but art was never his cup of tea. You flipped the card to the other side and were surprised yet again. 2 words “turn around”. You did as it said and found your best friend with a big bouquet of your favorite flowers.
“This date has always been a special day to me because not only was it Valentines but it was also my birthday. I want to mark another important even on this day so y/n would you be my girlfriend?”

You burst in laughter “That’s so cheesy Jaehyun.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it” he said.

“What if I say no though?”

“You won’t, because how can you resist this” he said while gesturing towards himself.

“You’re right, I can’t”

Resident Assistant!Jimin
  • (Pic: RA!Jimin with his fellow RAs, Hobi and Yoongi)
  • Imagine RA!Jimin
  • He introduces himself at the first floor meeting and your like, wow
  • He has a really nice smile, like really nice
  • And his arms look really nice in that standard res life polo, but anyway
  • He seems really sweet
  • All the other girls think he’s cute too
  • But you try not to look into this too much, because he’s your RA
  • But he’s only a year older than you so it’s not that bad, right?
  • You make it a point to introduce yourself separately, outside the meeting
  • Like, it can’t hurt to at least be friends, can it?
  • And when you do, he breaks out into that heart-wrenching smile of his, and did it get warmer in here?
  • It may or may not drive you a little crazy that you have to have this angel live in the same building as you
  • His room is right next to the laundry room, so there is always a chance you’ll run into him
  • Surprisingly, you don’t run into him much outside of the dorm
  • All bets are off in the building, though
  • You try taking showers at odd hours so you won’t run into him while he’s doing rounds
  • But it’s all futile because one time you leave your key in your room and need to get him to unlock your door because where the hell is your roommate
  • At least you brought a change of clothes to the shower, but your hair is soaking wet and whoops you’re not wearing a bra
  • He’s very good natured about it, though
  • His whole face lights up when you approach him
  • Come to think of it, he’s always smiling
  • Once he unlocks your door, he leaves you with a bright smile and a “Good night!”
  • Fast forward to a week later
  • He and another RA host an outing to the nearby city for a food festival
  • And you and your friend are like why not, because food and going into the city and, for yourself at least, Jimin
  • It takes a bit to get into the city, so you spend the trip talking to your friend and also Jimin
  • You find out he has a younger brother and enjoys dancing
  • When you get to the food festival, though, you split up, you going with your friend and him going with the other RA’s
  • And for the first few stalls all is well
  • But you kind of forget about your pesky food allergy
  • Your throat starts to feel scratchy
  • You tell your friend, but you say just need water and to sit down
  • But she insists on getting the RA
  • You think she’s just going to bring one of the female RA’s
  • Nope
  • It’s Jimin
  • Of course
  • He asks if you want to return to campus
  • You just nod
  • After all, you’re definitely not going to be eating more, since there’s the possibility that you might, um, lose it later on
  • But you don’t say that
  • Because nothing drives boys away like vomit
  • Moving on
  • You get up, and you feel a bit dizzy
  • He asks if you need help
  • And that’s how you end up holding hands with RA
  • It’s really nice, given the circumstances
  • Your fingers are intertwined and everything
  • You stop at a store and he buys you a huge water bottle and some Benadryl with his own money
  • He continues to hold your hand until you get on the subway
  • Then he starts rubbing soothing circles on your back
  • You start to feel butterflies in your stomach
  • No wait, you’re just getting queasy
  • Your heart’s beating faster is it because he’s so close or is it from the lack of oxygen
  • You remember the epipen in your purse because of course
  • You hand it to the nearest person and tell them to stab it into your upper thigh
  • And of course it’s Jimin and of course you’re wearing a skirt/dress
  • You’d rather he hike your dress up under different circumstances ANYWAY
  • He succeeds, but you still feel a little nauseous
  • Scratch that, a lot nauseous
  • Oh shit
  • You’re lucid enough to aim away from Jimin, but you still get some on your shoes
  • (You’re going to have to wash those)
  • You would probably be mortified but you’re too busy recovering from losing your lunch
  • Luckily the next stop is a hospital
  • He walks you there, and he’s still holding your hand as tight as ever
  • Somewhere in your mind, you’re in shock, but a bigger part of you is just glad to get to a hospital
  • Your friend talks to the front desk while Jimin goes with you into a room
  • You have to give your medical information to the attendant, and feel a little flustered when you have to give your height and weight but it’s all good
  • Through all this Jimin’s rubbing your shoulder comfortingly
  • He leaves you when you go to the back to get checked
  • Because someone has to call your parents
  • Oh god
  • Hopefully he’s talking to your mom, because your dad would be embarrassing for multiple reasons
  • Your friend keeps you company in the back
  • You have to get an IV
  • (Shit)
  • You don’t have to wear a hospital gown though, so that’s good
  • The drugs make you a little woozy
  • Jimin comes into the back while you’re getting settled on the cot
  • You apparently have to stay here for 4 hours
  • Which seems long but you’re starting to feel sleepy
  • Your friend heads back to campus because 4 hours hell no I have a bio test
  • So it’s just you and Jimin for 4 hours
  • Except you’ll probably just sleep
  • But it’s no problem because he brought some schoolwork
  • Because on top of being good looking and ridiculously sweet he’s also a good student of course he is
  • You’re awake for 30 minutes before checking out and the whole time he’s greeting the nurses and doctors with that adorable smile of his and checking up on you
  • Then you fall asleep because wow these drugs are strong
  • About 3 hours later you wake up because you’re thirsty
  • (No not like that)
  • Anyway
  • You find yourself with the sheets drawn up
  • Apparently you were shivering in your sleep
  • He looks really concerned because you just bolted up, but you’re just thirsty
  • He hands you a water bottle but still looks at you with concern
  • He tells you that you’ll just take a cab back to campus instead of the subway
  • Somewhere in your mind you’re like wow that’s at least half an hour in close proximity alone with him and it would drive you crazy if you weren’t so damn tired
  • A nurse finally tells you that you can go and they take out the IV and everything
  • He guides you to the cab still holding you bc you’re still tired
  • He even opens the door for you and helps you in
  • You’re kind of quiet the whole ride but he is chatting up the driver the whole time
  • You start to drift off and end up falling asleep on his shoulder
  • (The driver makes a comment while you’re asleep about you being cute and he just smiles but you don’t know that)
  • He wakes you up and when you get back all your friends and the other RA’s are so worried but you assure them that you’re fine
  • You just want to rest so you go to your dorm and sleep
  • You wake up to knocking on your door
  • Oh look at that it’s Jimin and you look terrible but he looks wow
  • How can anyone look this good in the morning
  • Anyway he asks how you’re doing and you say fine bc you don’t want him to see this hot mess for too long
  • He says that you can come to him for anything
  • But you probably won’t bc he’s so cute and you’re a little intimidated
  • You see at breakfast the next day
  • He’s with one of his friends and you kind of giggle at how small he looks next to him
  • Why is he so cute
  • Once again he asks how you are doing
  • You tell him he really doesn’t have to worry (but he still will anyways)
  • A few days later you get a care package from home
  • Oh look there’s cookies
  • Make sure to share them with the RA! Gee thanks mom
  • There might as well have been a winky face at the end of that note
  • The cookies look really good and you make a mental note to grab some for yourself
  • But then you see Jimin and you panic and just hand him the whole box
  • He asks if you want any, but you say it’s fine and start walking back to your room
  • But then a few moments you come back because you wanted cookies
  • You look at him sheepishly and he says that he expected you to be back
  • So you take one, but he keeps telling you to take more
  • You stay there talking to him for a bit, actually
  • Suddenly, one of the other RA’s passes by
  • Jimin offers him some cookies but the other RA looks between the two of you with this look and declines
  • The cookies were really good btw
  • He tells you that when he returns the box the next day
  • You take the box back and go to close the door but wait
  • Jimin stops you
  • He makes a joke about the cookies being sweet but you being sweeter
  • You blush and are like what??? bc wait you didn’t expect this
  • He starts talking about a good bakery of campus
  • They don’t have anything you’re allergic to, according to him
  • Basically he wants to take you out
  • He thinks you’re cute
  • You’re silent for a moment bc your gorgeous RA??? Just asked you out???
  • But then you smile and accept, telling him that he’s the sweet one
  • And he gives you that smile and you heart’s beating so fast that you might have to go the hospital again for completely different reasons
  • The end (for now)

(A/N: Fun fact, this was 90% based on real life events. Also, I will eventually write a full fic about this, but for now, here’s the headcanon)

His Throne [JJK]

Genre: Smut, some angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4,413

Summary: You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jeon Jungkook on his throne.

Tags: degradation, some praise, choking (kinda?), prince!Jungkook, dom!Jungkook, thigh riding

Version: Hoseok | Jimin | Namjoon | Yoongi | Seokjin | Taehyung

A/N: This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I’m sorry if it’s bad TT. PCs to vikttoria16.


You’d been working for the royal family for over a decade now. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, constantly sweeping and dusting and mopping.

You also took care of Jeon Jungkook, the spoiled prince residing in it. You always cleaned his room, washed his clothes and made his meals. But then somewhere in the mess of everything, you began taking care of him in a different way.

You always had a close friendship with the prince but that’s all it was—friendship. Until one day, two years ago, he approached you. That’s when it all began, your secret relationship with the seductive prince.

No one knew about your relationship, everyone always assumed it was purely friendship. No one ever expected the handsome prince to fall for a lowly maid like yourself, which made the relationship all the more perfect, in a sense.

At least twice a week you two would meet up for discreet, eager sex, and today was one of those days.

“Come ride me,” Jungkook demanded sternly, eyes already mentally undressing you. He sat in his gold throne with his crown sitting crookedly on his head. His robe fell around him, engulfing him in a pool of black fur.

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{PART 1} Betrayal // Jay Park

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary//Request: You find out you’re pregnant, and before you can tell Jay - he admits that he hasn’t been honest with you.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3: Final}


You sat stationary in the parking lot of a 7/11 about two and a half miles out of town, staring blankly at your pitiful expression in the reflection of the car windshield with something so small yet so important held between your fingers on your lap. As you waited for the egg timer on your phone to count down to 0, you couldn’t help but feel the unfamiliar feeling of absolute terror mixed with a hidden element of excitement as you said to yourself; “Am I really pregnant?

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