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Chem Miss

Author: @kpopfanfictrash as part of Bangtan University - a series of ongoing one shots with @eradikeats-writes

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys (her moodboards for the series are perfection)

Pairing: Reader / Jimin

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex, dirty talk)

Word Count: 12,807

Summary: “You’re my TA. I’m in your class. I’m sure you don’t want to spend your Saturday night talking to me about biochem.”

Jimin appears amused by this. “Who’s to say that I don’t? Also,” he leans in, a slight smile on his lips. “Who says we have to talk about Chemistry?”

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midnight drive [m]

summary: the waiter at a new restaurant is more than dashing and he catches every fragment of your attention. good thing you decide to stay after hours, to which he gladly offers a late night drive to you that only escalates into something more.

pairing: waiter!johnny & reader insert

includes: fluff, smut (car sex, fingering, oral, penetration)

wc: 12.2k

note: I know the cover picture is a sunset, but I couldn’t find a good photo of a midnight drive ;~; Anyway i hope you guys like my new fic! I used johnnys korean name by the way—i was really torn on which of his name to use… haha

It had been a monotonous day.

Ever since you woke early dawn for your morning run with your close friend and roommate, Yuju, you had been nothing but drained; your energy was gone like the wind. You did not get enough sleep to begin with and dealing with the drone-like strangers on the streets, a grumbling stomach—everything—was an arduous chore. She proposed the idea of going out for dinner again at her favorite local restaurant—one of the few places you actually despised because you found the food quite distasteful. But due to the many times you resisted ensconcing yourself within the confinements of the dim, fancy restaurant you finally complied with Yuju to eat there once.

You spent your day pacing the apartment as Yuju ran errands; you sometimes wasted hours by staring at the flickering television. Then, once she arrived back to the apartment on the dot of seven o’clock, she pestered you to get ready and kept the angry question of why you were lounging on the couch locked in her chest. You responded with a groan and pulled yourself from the sofa to drag yourself into the restroom.

You freshened up with a quick shower and minimal makeup, tossing on a dress nicer than usual and giving you the pop of spendthrift. You waited patiently in the kitchen for Yuju, who was taking her sweet time in perfecting the minor particulars of her makeup and hair. You were leaning on the counter, lips pursed into a pout as you dreaded the upcoming dinner. The food at Yuju’s favorite restaurant was nothing but bland to you, and you groaned at the thought of the given sustenance.

Yuju finally waltzed out of the bedroom appearing resplendent than most normal patrons, a bright smile sheening her face more than the diamond necklace that looms from her neck. Her shoulder length hair curved perfectly inwards, providing the appearance of a black sea of silk. “We’re just going out to dinner,” you commented with an eye roll.

“And I gotta look my best!” she responded while grabbing onto her keys. “Come on, I want to beat the line.”

You stepped out of the apartment and began walking to her vehicle. “If you spent half the time you did on your makeup, we would have skipped the line.”

Yuju only smiled. Inside her lean black vehicle she prepared to drive; the engine purred and she turned up the pop tunes of her fresh radio. She stirred up mindless conversations amidst the transport, rapidly jumping from topic to topic—probably from excitement of eating at her favorite restaurant. After all, it was not everyday for you to agree to an annoying event.

She parked close to the curb messily, moving slow and careful as her head turned to peer back, then to the front. Your fingers were drumming on your thighs as she steadied the car, and when she finally parked it close to flawlessness you felt as if you found a solace.

You and Yuju exited the lean black vehicle with a scenic smile, feet meeting the sidewalk as heads turn your way. You were gawking at the familiar sights, taking in the known scenery and recognizable architecture, and amidst the moment something different caught your eye—no, someone.

There was a waiter in Yuju’s favorite restaurant across the street serving drinks to a table outdoors, a shining beam gracing his expression. His hair swept over his forehead in a handsome manner, and the uniform he adorned seemed as if it was immaculately tailored for him specifically—because he looked that perfect. You felt your face get hot, a hopeless grin painting on your face and it matched his own.

“Are you ready to go?” Yuju asked you, shattering your reverie.

“Huh?” Your body jolted from her words and you flashed your attention back to her. “Ah, y-yeah.”

Yuju looked to where your attention was directed: right at her premier restaurant—the one that you found distasteful. She raised an eyebrow, piecing together two and two because you were never interested in what her loveable restaurant had to offer to eat. Then, it hit her. It was not the food—nothing like the outstanding drinks that came in an array of colors—it was a man, the waiter, that caught your eye.

And in that very moment, eating at the once despised restaurant did not appear all-too-bad.

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Whump prompts: sleep edition

- being so exhausted that he’s sleeping like the dead and nothing can wake him; yelling, slapping, shaking produce no response

- trying to stifle yawns during something important, with pretty good success at first, but as time goes on his whole body is shaking and his eyes are tearing up with the force of each yawn

- dark circles under the eyes and mussed up hair

- a character with insomnia who’s so desperately tired but all he can manage is the odd cat nap at inconvenient times during the day

- a character who’s desperately tired but doesn’t have time to sleep yet, surrounded by empty coffee cups and energy drink cans

- a gruff/stoic character is so tired he’s caught napping… and he’s kind of adorable/young/vulnerable when he’s sleeping

- a character who’s scared of sleeping because of his nightmares

- waking up violently with a gasp, heart pounding, sweat-drenched, feeling their world collapsing once more

- a character who refuses to share a sleeping space with anyone else, and it’s because he doesn’t want to disturb others/doesn’t want pity/is ashamed of his nightmares

- a character who is uncharacteristically grumpy/snarky/irritable due to lack of sleep because he’s running himself ragged

- a character who is usually grump/snarky/irritable being surprisingly chill/mellow because for once, he’s been able to have a decent night’s sleep

- reappearing after having slept for over 24 hours with messy hair, sleepy eyes and bare feet

- one character carefully draping a blanket over someone who’s finally fallen asleep

- sitting quietly with a character, breath deliberate and even, keeping still, until he falls asleep despite himself

- a character who keeps getting found napping in odd locations… and it turns out that’s all the sleep he’s getting

- a character who’s so exhausted his hands are trembling, his eyes are dull/unfocused, he’s starting to hallucinate… and his team needs him to stay awake

- a character who’s too wired/distressed/scared to sleep being pulled into an embrace, head on someone’s shoulder, blankets wrapped tight, until he feels safe enough to sleep

- a character who can’t sleep/doesn’t sleep well unless he’s sleeping with another person… and he’s too independent/proud/shy to ask

- a character who’s sure he’ll just be able to “sleep it off”… but he wakes feeling even worse

look at this sweet, smiling boy

Enough (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Baekhyun

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Word Count: 3,667

Summary: You and Baekhyun have been married for two years. Somewhere during that time, things started to go wrong. Now you’re trying to leave. But can you?

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

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Party Games - Stiles Stilinski (Part Two) [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Theo Raeken/Malia Tate

Word Count: 4674

Notes: Public fingering, public sex, Oral (both recieving), Bondage, Alcohol Abuse, Body Shots, food play, ice play, Daddy/Baby girl kink, spanking, hair pulling, slight public nudity, biting, marking. Thank you to @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading for me! 

Originally posted by adoring-fictional-characters

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and i don’t know where i’m going but i’m on my way

an: title stolen from the song of the same name, a top forty hit in 1917 because fuck am i predictable.

summary: a steve trevor is alive in the 21st century fic. why? because i want him to be. how? no one cares, he just is.

There are few things in this world that she takes true delight in, anymore. The laugh of a child, the blush of first love between a young couple, the first fall of snow every year - these things make her smile, remind her of a past she takes care not to reminisce on too often, but they do not delight her.

This. This is a delight. 

He picks his way through the room, fingers drumming against every surface he encounters, eyes taking everything in, and she’d always noticed this about him, his attention to detail, his easy acceptance of every outlandish thing before him, the way he paid notice of how things worked. She’d taken him here because she needed proof that she was not being deceived, but instead she finds herself watching the fall of his hair over one eye, the impatient way he brushes it aside only for it to fall straight back into place, like it belongs there; the way he takes a startled step back when the screens blink to life before him, and the way, moments later, his gaze darts to the touchpads on the desk, the quizzical furrow of his brow as he tries to puzzle out how it all works.

“You wanna explain to me why there’s a dead man wandering the Bat Cave?”

Diana turns her head to catch sight of Bruce out of the corner of her eye, watches him as he carefully moves too stand beside her. The corner of her mouth slides up and she shakes her head back and forth, once, twice, before returning her eyes to the bank of screens and the man standing before them.


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The Girl in the Mirror.

Anna and Mabel, Mabel and Anna. From the @mabelpodcast​, a story about palindromes, hauntings, fate, and love.

It was a really interesting challenge to create a reversible image; the story has so much mirror imagery and parallels between the main characters, and I really wanted to evoke that.

[image: An illustration of two women, Anna Limon and Mabel Martin, each emerging from the waist as a mirror image of the other like an image on a playing card. The image centers around a single white envelope, sealed with a red lipstick kiss. Each woman clutches one side of the letter to her chest.

Anna and Mabel both look straight-on at the viewer. Anna has tiny white flowers twined into her long dreadlocks, which are swept to the side to fall over one shoulder. Behind her a wild hare stands alert, orange eyes wide.

Mabel’s hair is long and loose over one shoulder, with small green leaves threaded through it. Behind her a red fox throws its head back as though laughing, tongue lolling out between its teeth.

Large, white datura flowers and dark green leaves surround them, forming a circle, and spiny, poisonous datura seed-pods frame each woman’s face.]


Some more previews of child units I’m editing right now.