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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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Body Language (One Shot)

A/N: This was a request from @ihavetwobuckystomyname a very long time ago, and I’m super sorry that this took so long to write, hun! I hope you enjoy it! There’s a song that goes to this as well and it’s right here if you wanna listen!

Body Language - Reader and Bucky have been in a relationship for a while, and she’s ready to take the relationship to the next level. But Reader has a small problem: she’s deaf. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Deaf Reader 

Warnings: Smut. Language. Slight mentions of past neglect. Bucky being adorable. NSFW!

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Ghost // Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead’s been neglecting his girlfriend in favour of the case leaving no time to see each other. It slowly gets worse until things escalate into a fight when you came home late when he’s been waiting to apologize.

Characters: Reader x Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, and Veronica Lodge (mentioned).

Words: 2888

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. In this, like every other Riverdale fic I do, Jughead is NOT asexual in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, neglect, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Finals are finally over and I’m free to write again!

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Originally posted by juggiehead

It was a tough week to say the least with your boyfriend Jughead completely skipping the study dates you set. He had asked you out not even a full month ago in a sweet but very Jughead way that you appreciated dearly. Your teacher had put you together for a project that you were steadily doing the project solo and it was a lot of work to do.

You couldn’t believe how you barely saw him anymore with his obsession over the murder of Jason Blossom and he was spending it with Betty Cooper. That made you a little uncomfortable given she was a basket case and obviously mentally unbalanced from the Chuck Clayton incident. Jughead and Betty had gotten together earlier in the year for a month tops before it become glaringly problematic on how different they were. It was insane how little you saw each other when he lived with you. You were emancipated from your parents a year and a half ago and now you could see how it wasn’t that smart to start a relationship with someone you live with. He just didn’t care about you like you cared for him.

To: Jughead👑
From: Y/N
~When are you coming be here?~

To: Y/N
From: Jughead👑
~Can’t make it sorry, info about Jason came up~

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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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Toothbrush

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope! 

Summary: At what point does casual sex become more? Daveed’s having a problem figuring that out.

Words: 3.1k+

A/N: I had this for a while actually but kept forgetting I had it so here you go! This was inspired by the song Toothbrush by DNCE! Thank you @secretschuylersister for proofreading and telling me to post this! Enjoy!

Originally posted by lafayettesbun


This was teetering on dangerous now. For the umpteenth time, Daveed has woken up in bed next to you after yet another social gathering. It had started off simple, the chemistry was there and it was undeniable that you both wanted to jump each other’s bones so eventually Daveed made his move and was met with little resistance. The cycle became: have sex, rest for a few minutes, get dressed and then leave right after. The next time you guys ran into each other, it was like your friendship hadn’t changed and conversation flowed easily. Then one night you were too sore to get up and asked to stay the night, Daveed agreed not thinking much of it. You both settled into your halves of the bed and nodded off, you were gone before he woke up. Then things changed again.


You were both laying on your backs, panting hard with closed eyes. Daveed opened his first, looking over at you and admiring your skin as it glistened in the moonlight. He did a pretty good job tonight.

“I give it a 6 out of 10.” You spoke up, laughing at the offended look on Daveed’s face.

“Oh please! You had 2 orgasms!”

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Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Epilogue ❤️

A/N: Here it is you guys! The Epilogue! *cries historically* I just wanted to say thank you to all of you who’ve stuck with this story! It’s my first series and y'all are hella awesome for all the positivity!! 😭❤ Pls excuse any misspelling! And most of all, enjoy! - Delilah ❤

Xxxxxxx


“Ms. Y/L/N,” Friday chimed. “Mr. Barnes requests your presence in his room.”

You couldn’t stop the grin that spread on your face. Bucky and you were an official couple now, and you couldn’t help but feel as though the world was twice the better place than before. You’d never say it out loud, but you were falling for him. And you were falling hard.

Giving Friday a subtle okay, you made your way down the corridors to Bucky’s room. As you walked, the memories of your drunken endeavors replayed in your mind. In some weird way, you had Tony to thank. If he hadn’t have stumbled upon Let’s Pretend, you and Bucky wouldn’t be in the very happy relationship that you were currently in.

Opening the door, you were met with the sight of your boyfriend on his bed, the laptop once again on his lap. He grinned at the sight of you and patted the empty space on the bed beside him. He looked so handsome it was almost painful.

“What’s up?” You ask, sliding into the space and throwing an arm over his middle. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at the glowing screen.

“The fans are going psychotic over the videos,” he says, peering down at you with a smile. And he was right. The video had been posted two days ago and the entire site was losing their minds. The three videos were released at the same time, but of course, the real one was the highest in views.

The fans were literally divided. The first half argued that the first video was real because of the subliminal messages (even though there were none). The other half believed that the third video was real, based on the fact that instead of the usual background, the video took place in a swimming pool; thankfully they were wrong as well.

Now the third half, those were the smart ones. Instead of looking at the whole plot, they noticed small details. Like how Bucky’s hair was shorter the last time he wore the 40’s uniform. Why would he have longer hair? Why couldn’t one of the girls shapeshift him with short hair?

Another huge giveaway was your tattoo on your hip. You hadn’t told anyone that you had it, even your close friends didn’t know. So when the fans caught a glimpse of the small heart on your hip, it raised some eyebrows.

But despite all of the solid evidence, the fans were certain it was real, not because of the physicality, but the chemistry. You and Bucky were in love and it only made sense that your first time would be rather passionate. In the previous videos, it was mostly sexual playfulness between your characters. But when they saw the way your eyes stared into Bucky’s with pure passion and the way he made you orgasm so hard that you cried, they instantly knew.

The comment section was an adorable war zone.

LuckyDucky97:
“@NuggetQueenxx no it’s the first vid! Her hair is darker!!”

Mr.PizzaGod123:
“U guyz r hella dumb. It’s totes vid #3. Bucky’s dick is bigger!”

WadeWilson1982:
“Guys trust me, I’m THE Y/N expert! It’s the second video.”

WhiskeyxPrincess
“It’s the second vid y'all! Look @ how he kisses her! They never kiss!!!!”

TunaMaster99:
“@WhiskeyxPrincess I SAID THE SAME THING OMG!”

CindyTheFairyQueen:
“It’s definitely the third one. Bucky’s arm looks shinier!”

Bucky-Owns-This-Azz:
“Nah the first one is real. My friend knows them! (;“

TheRedQueen:
“@Bucky-Owns-This-Azz LIAR!”


You and Bucky continued scrolling through the comments, giggling like children at the crazed fans. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t reach out to them. If word got out that The Winter Soldier and Y/N Y/L/N had a sextape, no one would take the Avengers seriously anymore.

Not to mention, your family would be extremely disappointed in you. And Tony would be there cackling like a crow through all of it.

You felt Bucky press a tender kiss onto your forehead.

“At least we look hot,” he says cheekily, making you both erupt in laughter.

Xxxxxxx

A week later, Bucky’s in Tony’s lab getting his usual repairs for his arm. Everything was going great, until Tony brought up his beloved missing camera that he had mysteriously stumbled upon in his old room.

Bucky nearly fell off the chair. He must’ve forgotten it after moving out of his room. You both decided that he should keep the camera, as he’d be suspected less. Everyone always suspected you when it came down to missing stuff and you never knew why.

“Maybe you left it there?” Bucky murmured. He needed to stay calm. Maybe he hadn’t seen it yet, and all Bucky need to do was sneak back in there later and delete it. Problem solved! No need to lose his head ye-

“I found a rather interesting video on there,” Tony says with a smirk as he tinkered with the super soldier’s arm. “Care to elaborate on that?”

Oh God, Y/N was going to murder him.

“I don’t know what your talking about,” Bucky meant for it to be a plain statement, but instead it came out like a question. A very squeaky question.

It’s as if life had a personal vendetta against him. Of all the people to need assistance from Tony, Steve walked in, broken iPhone in hand with a small sheepish smile. This was the fourth time cracking his screen.

“Speak of the devil,” Tony smirked. “Bucky here was just telling me about the ol’ war days.”

Steve cocked his head to the side curiously and eyed his best friend. “Oh really? You’re memories are getting better, Buck.” He pats his friend on the shoulder and pulls up one of the metal stools.

“Yeah! He was telling me about the time you got shot up and the nearest hospital was like….ten years away, haha!”

Oh no….

Steve followed Tony’s laugh with his own. “You’re gonna have to be more specific about that,” he says. “It’s happened more than I can count.”

Tony let out a cackle, clapping his hands together. Bucky was never going to get out of this. Why did life hate him so much? This is not what he had in mind when it came to karma. Death by humiliation sounded like an inane way to go.

“Well, from this particular story, a LOT happened after that, if you catch my drift.” The black haired man said with a wink. Bucky covered his face with his hands in shame.

Steve, being the pure angel he was, was completely oblivious to the innuendo. He stared at his friend, trying to recall the many near death experiences that ended in anything peculiar. But alas, he found none.

“I’m not following,” Steve admitted after a pregnant pause. Bucky let out a sigh of despair.

“You know what,” Tony says, walking to his toolbox and digging around. “I think this’ll help refresh your memory a bit.” In his hand, was THE camera that Bucky and Y/N used for the video.

“YOU KNOW WHAT,” Bucky exclaimed as he stood from the chair and began to drag Steve away. “I FORGOT WE HAD TRAINING!”

Steve wiggled in his friend’s grasp, grabbing onto various things in an attempt to make him stop. What had gotten into his friend?

“What the hell is going on?” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

The three men freeze, staring at you with wide eyes. Tony didn’t plan on having this conversation with you present, but now he had no choice. He might’ve been a egotistical little shit, but he was certainly not a whimp.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

Okay, maybe he was a little bit.

“Tony was just trying to show me this video Bucky made for me, but he won’t let me see.” Steve replied, straightening himself up.

Your eyes widened when you saw the camera in Tony’s hand. “It’s really nothing, Steve!” You tried your best to convince him. “Like, really. Nothing.”

“Oh, it’s definitely SOMETHING.” Tony chimed in.

You shot Bucky a panicked glance, trying to fight the urge to cry. You just KNEW Tony would do something with it. He might go as far as posting it on the Stark Industries website, because that’s right up his alley.

The sound of metal being crushed broke you from your trance. Bucky had grabbed the camera from Tony’s hand and slammed it into the floor, shattering it into a million tiny pieces.

“WHAT THE FUCK, BARNES!” He shouted, his face turning an angry scarlet.

Without another word, Bucky had scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, running as fast as he could out of the lab. The last thing you heard was Tony’s angry swears and threats.

Impressively, Bucky didn’t let you down until you both were in the safety of your shared room with the door locked. He set you on the bed gently before plopping beside you with a satisfied sigh.

You turned to him and gave him a small smack on his behind, making him jump. He frowned, turning his head and looking at you.

“I told you like ten times to pack the camera!” You pouted, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he sighed, propping himself up on his elbow. “You know how forgetful I can be.”

You roll your eyes playfully and run your hands through his hair. He leaned into your touch, putting softly.

“You know,” you say. “We could always make videos on our phones. No one will find those.”

His eyes flew open in surprise, making you laugh.

“You promise?” He asks adorably.

“Promise.”

Xxxxxxx

Steve and Natasha stared at the purple fluorescent background of Let’sPretend.com. Their eyes trailed over video after video of the pair. But what caught their attention the most was a certain video in particular.

“Captain America Gets A Fourth of July Blowjob By Black Widow!”

The thumbnail was a picture of Natasha with her finger on her lips in a shushing motion. She was dressed in only a bikini with little American flags printed on them, the top was a few sizes too small and barely covered her nipples. She was kneeling seductively in front of a semi nude Steve, who was wearing only the same white cotton briefs from before.

And dare she say it, they looked hot.

The blond took her silence as a sign of discomfort, to which he let out a small cough, gaining her attention.

“I-I’m sorry if this is too weird,” he says, reaching for the laptop, only to be stopped by Nat.

She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him closer, ghosting her lips against his.

“You’ve got two minutes, Cap. When get back here I want you on your hands and knees. Got it?” She asks, her eyes burning with desire.

Steve’s eyes widened at her sudden dominance before nodding, his erection already forming a tent in his gray sweatpants.

“Yes, Mistress.”


FIN. ❤


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Going out on a date with some guy you met at a café could bring more with it than meets the eye.

❀ genre: fluff.
❀ word count: 5,3k+
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With slow steps, you dragged your feet towards the bathroom, feeling really tired from the nap you just woke up from. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to sleep before a date, but you couldn’t help yourself as you had woken up really early for work. A small smile played upon your lips as you thought about it, work. It’s where you met him.


‘’Y/N! A caramel macchiato!’’ your co-worker yelled from the counter as you hastily wiped away the mess you just made.

‘’Coming right at ya,’’ you just told him, still wiping the counter and now also the floor, as coffee dripped from the edges. Brown droplets splashed in front of your white shoes, almost making them brown too, but with a few more wipes it looked like nothing was ever there.

A heavy sigh left your mouth and you heard a shy voice speaking a few metres away from you.

‘’Please, t-take your time,’’ the voice said as you whipped your head around, gazing at the guy to which the voice belonged with surprised eyes. When you met his eyes, your heart was about the burst and you could feel your head getting lighter.

Warm, chocolate brown eyes, a bit puffy and a face handsome as hell. Lips plump at first, but when his mouth went upwards, the cutest smile ever appeared, making his eyes smile as well. You had no idea how a stranger could make you feel all giddy, but he did. His ash blonde hair fell in front of his face in various ways, and it gave him this chill and cute vibe.

‘’Oh Jesus, Lord, save me,’’ was the only thought going through your mind,

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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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You Don’t Know Me

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by nvmyg

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.841

Warnings: swearing

A/N: you’re so sweet omg and of course it’s a good description! I hope I made it similar to the way you wanted it to be


Kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, your bare legs had goosebumps spread all over your skin, acknowledging the icy tiles. Hair hold back by one of your hands while the other one stabilized your weak body, your forehead collapsed against the toilet stool. Hasty breaths left your slightly open mouth while cold sweat pearled down your face and back. 

What is happening to me?

You took a deep breath before sitting up straight enough to not feel like an old grandmother having back problems. Grabbing some pieces of toilet paper, you wiped over your mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it down to God knows where. 

Closing the toilet seat, you slowly stood up, turning your body towards the sink, opening the faucet. For a few seconds you let the water run so it could turn completely cold before holding both of your hands underneath it, splashing the icy water into your face. Reflexively, your lungs screamed for air as the cold water hit your face but you just ignored it.

It’s just cold water, calm down.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth quickly, examining yourself in the mirror in front of you above the sink. Your eyes were encircled by dark bags, skin white as the snow that had already melted away weeks ago. Your hair had lost its healthy shine and just hung there loosely, like overcooked spaghetti noodles.  

Sighing deeply, you finished up your cleaning up and walked back into your bedroom, grabbing for your phone. You had to check the calendar before making any overly fast assumptions about your symptoms.

Opening the calendar app, you scrolled back to the last month.

Date of last period: February 16th

Current date: April 17th

Two months since your last period. Two months since mother nature forgot to visit you and make your life horrible. Oh how you wished, Satan had nested in your uterus in those last two months instead of sitting there in that exact moment, wondering how the hell you got into this situation.

“Two fucking months….”, you mumbled to yourself. “I need to get a test.”

With those words being said, you grabbed your keys and coat, storming out of your tiny apartment, down the street to the pharmacy. Strangers pushed their bodies into yours while trying to pass you but you didn’t notice. All you could think of was if you were ready to get some answers. You needed to know why you were feeling so miserable since weeks but at the same time you were scared. Scared that your assumptions would be true and you’d have to tell Yoongi. Scared that he’d flip and leave you alone. So many things could happen and you weren’t ready to figure out what else could ruin your life. But you had to. 

Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant hit your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust. You never liked the smell of disinfectant. It reminded you of hospitals and that again reminded you of death. Not the nicest connection one could think of. That’s why you tried to stay away from that smell. 

Walking up to the pharmacist who looked like she was about to fall asleep any second, you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any further questions like aren’t you a little too young to ask for a pregnancy test? where’s the father? do you know who the father is? you should have been more careful, young lady. You really didn’t need that crap right now.

“Excuse me”, you politely asked the woman. “C-can I have one of those pregnancy tests?”, you signaled at the white sticks behind the lady as she turned around to see where you were pointing at. They were the cheapest ones you could see and the only ones you could afford as a college student.

The pharmacist smiled at you and leaned a little closer to you. “Of course, but I wouldn’t recommend those - they’re usually wrong or don’t work at all.”

Then why are you selling them at all? “Oh.. well I guess it’ll have to do, those are the only ones I can afford right now”, you faked a laugh as she handed you the test and you gave her the money. Her expression was pitiful but not judging. More like a mother feeling sad for a child.

“Is there a bathroom around here? I don’t think I can wait until I’m back home”, you mumbled and the lady showed you the way to go.


After finishing your business, you waited in the cabin for the 10 minutes you were supposed to wait, anxiously biting down on your lip.

What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of a baby yet. I can barely take care of myself!

As the 10 minutes went by, you decided that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look down at the result by yourself. You needed someone to do it for you. So you walked out of the bathroom back to the pharmacist, who was looking at you questioningly.

“Would you mind- would you mind, telling me what is says?”, you asked hesitantly. “I can’t bring it over myself to do it.”

She smiled at you and nodded. “Sure, turn it around sweetheart, so I can see the bars.”

You turned the stick to her and bit down on your lip hard. Your heart rate increased and nervous sweat started to spread out all over your body. 

The lady took a look and then she seemed to struggle with a fitting facial expression. “I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about this new or not, but it’s positive”, she decided to smile at you warmly as your stomach dropped.

“Positive?”, you whispered, looking down on it yourself. There it was. A pink cross. Or plus. Or whatever you want to call it. 

“I- it can’t-”, you stuttered as your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t even care to wipe them away at that point.

“Oh no dear, don’t cry”, the pharmacist said. She turned around and grabbed another package, a fancier looking one and discreetly slid it over the table. “Shh don’t tell anyone but here - take this one. These are about 89% of the time right unlike the one you just took. Take it with you and do the test when you’re calmed down, okay?”

You looked up at her and shook your head under tears. “B-but I can’t afford that one.”

The lady smiled at you again and pushed it closer to you. “It’s fine. It’s on the house”, she winked and giggled, making you smile at her thankfully.

“No go, rest and take the test”, you nodded at her words, mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before rushing back to your apartment. 

Maybe you still had a chance.


“What do you mean ‘you’re pregnant’? We always used protection (Y/N)!”, Yoongi screamed in disbelief, brushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.”

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed bitterly. “As long as your not sterile and I’m not infertile, I can always get pregnant Yoongi. Condoms can rip and the pill doesn’t work 100%.”

“Fuck!”, he yelled, throwing his phone against the sofa, making you flinch. You had expected him to react pissed or at least not really happy but you never thought, he’d flip like he did.

“Yoongi…”, you approached him, trying to calm him down, needing him to calm down to be calm yourself and not have a complete breakdown.

“Don’t touch me (Y/N)”, he growled.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’! This ruins everything, you realize that right? Everything I worked for so hard these last couple of years. Everything I ever wanted, all ruined because of this fucking mistake”, his voice was as cold as ice as his eyes stared at you, burning not only your body to pieces but your soul as well.

“Yoongi, yes it’s very inconvenient, you can call it a mistake even. But we’re in this together, we can’t change it. But we can go through this together”, you whispered through tears, trying to approach him again. You needed his support more than ever but all he seemed to do was to push you further away.

“It’s not only this pregnancy that is a mistake. This whole relationship was a mistake. I should have never started dating you, then it would have never gotten this far. I would have stayed focused on my work and only my work, not even having the slightest possibility for this to happen. Now what? The fans don’t even know about you! But all of sudden I have a girlfriend and a baby? They’d force me to marry you because we live in fucking Korea and you don’t just get kids without being married yet. My whole life would be ruined!”, by now he was screaming, fuming, running around the house uncontrollably, grabbing things here and there.

His words hit you worse than any weapon could as the meaning behind it sunk in. He thought you were the mistake. You were ruining everything. Everything that was important to him. He hated you in that moment, you felt it. 

You sunk to the floor, sobs escaping your lips as tears streamed down your face and your lungs were searching for air. Hysterical sobs left your mouth as your hands covered your face and your body curled up into a tiny frame.

“Yoongi please!”, you screamed out, lifting your head for a second, only hearing him going through your wardrobe in your bedroom. “I can’t do this without you! I’m a broke college student, I’m alone here, I don’t have anybody else but you!”

His figure appeared back in the door frame to the living room, a packed bag slung over his shoulder. “You should have thought about that before starting a relationship with me.”

Hastily you stood up as his body walked past you, towards your front door. Your fingers enclosed his arm, pulling on it, so he would stop. When he did and turned around, you saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes for a second before his gaze turned back to ice. You knew he cared. He cared but he was also impulsive and his impulse told him that his career was more important. 

“Yoongi, you don’t want that. You love me. You can’t just leave me like this, you’re more than this awful egoistic asshole”, you brokingly sobbed, still holding onto his arm, eyes begging him to stay.

He shook his head, ripping his arm free from your grip. “I guess you don’t know me that well after all then.”

With that, he pushed you off him, slamming the door shut without giving you one last glance, as you glanced after his figure in disbelief, a deadly pain spreading across your chest and stomach, making you gasp for air as more tears covered your face, leaving physical marks of the pain your were feeling.

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“Flat out” - h.s. Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 

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Before Harry came back to London, you had always enjoyed that your flat was kind of a drama free zone. You never invited anyone over, except for Felicity who came over on weekends to study, and you always had a sense of clear calm and peace to have your work zone and just enjoy yourself.

But when Harry came back for longer than just a couple weeks, things did become different. You didn’t mind though considering it was technically his apartment, and it was just his space as much as it was yours. But you knew that the only reason the flat had been so quiet was because you had been the only one in it. And now that Harry was back, you both found a way to express yourselves through some louder words every once in a while.

With the arrest of diTorino and his buddies, you really didn’t feel unsafe in any way. But that didn’t seem to matter to Harry as he drove you in silence back to the flat you shared. He was quiet, a brooding angry quiet that you didn’t want to mess with, and you decided not to allow it to bother you in any way as you dropped your keys and shoes at the front door and made your way inside.

You’d seen Harry angry on multiple accounts. There had been the whole cupcake fiasco at Liam’s birthday two years ago, and then that paparazzi that had almost knocked you over during your time in Canada. And though it was scary at times, you never took it that seriously because you knew he was nothing more than a softy on the inside.

So you didn’t take it into thought as Harry slammed the door behind you while you walked over to the kitchen.

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Distant

Note: I’M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE! please, don’t hate me, omg. also, I’m sorry if it sucks. :( I really hope you like it, darling. ♥ thanks for the request. feedback is welcome! .c

Request: Could you write one where the reader is married to SEB and something goes wrong and the relationship turns critical please 😊💞 Maybe like she or he travels too much and they don’t get to much time to see each other so often. - @chimera4plums

Originally posted by b-n-a-o


Marriage requires time, effort, dedication, and undying love for the other person; it’s all mutual. At the start of your relationship with Sebastian, you both had everything. You were joined at the hip, happy, bonded, and connected. He was your rock, your inspiration, the person who kept you humble in the mainstream media. You were the same for him. So, he proposed and you accepted.

You two met on the set of a movie about three years ago. It was a fantasy made reality, everyone knew you two were meant to be, just by the way you would look at each other. But lately, things have been tense. Your time has been spent on your new movie that you’re also directing. It’s a dream of yours and it’s coming true, but something is missing. Your time with your favorite person in the world. But it’s hard for him, too, since he’s working on a movie himself. Now that you have a week off for vacation, you planned on going home to see him and making things right. He said he should be off for a week, so it worked out perfectly. Communication has been at an all time low and you knew your marriage was falling apart silently. Anytime you spoke to Sebastian, he was distant. And it hurt. It always left you feeling empty.


You walked up the steps to your apartment you shared with Sebastian and adjusted your duffel bag on your shoulder while pulling along your suitcase. You shoved your key in the doorknob and kicked it open, making your way inside. “Seb?” You called out, setting your luggage down by the door with a huff. Why did I bring so much stuff for just a week? You asked yourself.

The apartment was silent, only the light hum of the refrigerator sounded through the apartment. You frowned as you looked around, noticing it was fairly clean, as if nobody had been occupying it. Isn’t Sebastian supposed to be home? You grabbed your phone out of your jacket pocket and called Sebastian.

After a few rings, you were ready to hang up. But he finally answered and sounded a tad frustrated. “Hey, Y/N.” Sebastian said, sighing. You bit your lip nervously. “Hey, Seb. I’m-I’m home. Where are you?” You asked softly. “Wait, you’re home?” Sebastian asked, completely ignoring your question.

You scoffed a tad and shook your head, fiddling with your wedding ring. “I have a break. A week off. I decided to come home and spend it with you. I thought you were on a break, too.” You said, feeling your stomach churn at the groan he let out. “Y/N, I can’t come home this week. I’m busting my ass off. We’re wrapping up the movie today.” Sebastian said with a little more frustration in his tone; you knew he was shaking his head.

The empty feeling you’ve had before returned. “Oh.” You said, sitting in Sebastian’s favorite chair. “Well, I could come see you.” You offered, frowning a little. Sebastian sighed. “Are you sure?” He asked a little softer now. 

A small smile spread across your face. “Well, yeah. I mean, I haven’t unpacked yet. You’re in Atlanta, right?” You asked, putting him on speaker to look up quick flights to Atlanta. 

“Yeah, I’ll have to see you at the hotel, though. I’ll be a little late getting in.” Sebastian explained, his voice returning to its distant sound. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few hours.” You said with a small smile. “Alright. Love you, bye.” Sebastian cut his line before you could say anything else and you sighed, staring at your screen until it went off.

Deciding not to waste anymore time, you quickly bought a plane ticket and left your apartment with your bags, calling your bodyguard for a ride to the airport. On your way there, you asked Sebastian for the hotel he was staying at so you could settle in. It would be close to dinnertime, so you would be able to order room service for the two of you.

By the time you reached the airport, you still hadn’t gotten a reply from Sebastian. Telling yourself he was busy, you let it go. You had a few hours to kill and he should reply before then. At least you hoped he would.


You finally landed at the airport with your bodyguard and was met with flashing cameras and screaming paparazzi. You smiled and waved at the cameras, never finding them to be a bother. “Out of the way! Let her through!” John yelled, keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Passing by a few fans, you wanted to stop and take photos, but John wouldn’t have it.

Making your way out of the airport, you were rushed into a black van. You sighed and John climbed inside. “Thanks, John.” You said, giving him a small smile. “My job, girly. So, where to?” He asked. 

You gasped and totally forgot about checking your phone for any texts from Sebastian. Your smile returned when you read that he was staying at the Omni hotel in room 113. Giving the address to John, he pulled away from the airport and made his way there. 

You quickly messaged Sebastian back, telling him you were on your way to the hotel. You waited patiently, looking at the city around you through the window. You hoped you would be able to spend a little time with Sebastian; sometimes it’s just hard with all the traveling and movie business. And when he’s being distant.

John pulled up to the hotel and you were thankful it wasn’t as hectic as the airport. You quickly got out, asked for Sebastian’s room after telling the lady you were his wife (to which she freaked out, being a huge fan of you both), and now you were putting your bags down. John was staying in the room across from you, so you felt safe being in the hotel without Sebastian.

You checked your phone and Sebastian had replied. 

Seb: 10pm at the latest.
You: That’s okay, dear! Maybe I can order room service for us? What sounds good?
Seb: I actually bought food for the whole crew. I’m gonna be eating here.

You smiled at how kind and sweet your husband was. That’s what you brought you close to him in the beginning. A part of you was sad you wouldn’t be able to sit down and eat with him, even if it was room service. You missed those moments with Sebastian. 

You: Well, that’s okay! Send my congratulations around! I’ll see you soon. I love you.
Seb: Love you.

You sighed and set your phone down on the table in the living space. You pulled your bags to the master bedroom and smiled when you inhaled the hint of Sebastian’s cologne lingering in the air. You missed it so much. And you couldn’t help but feel the distance between you and Sebastian weigh down on you again.

After calling room service, you had enough time to take a quick shower and change into some comfortable clothes. Your body was pretty tired and all you wanted was to see Sebastian. Hopefully he really wanted to see you in return. Even though he said you could come see him, something tugged at your intuition saying he didn’t want you to.

Two hours later when 10pm rolled around, you heard the door to the hotel room open. “Seb!” You squealed, rushing over to him. You wrapped your arms around him and felt his arms wrap loosely around your body. “Y/N, hi.” He whispered, rubbing your back.

You pulled away and smiled up at him. He looked tired, his eyes dropping a little, and you frowned. “Aw, rough day?” You asked, watching Sebastian move past you and into the bedroom. You followed behind him and bit your lip nervously. “It was okay. Stressful.” He said as he sat on the bed to untie his boots. Nodding, you leaned against the door frame.

Sebastian took his button up shirt off, revealing a white tank underneath. “Are you sad that filming is over? Was it fun?” You asked, noticing his brows are creased. He sighed and rested his hands on his thighs. “Y/N, enough with the questions. I’m really tired.” Sebastian snapped, turning his head to look at you.

Your heart sank in your chest and you curled your lips into your mouth, biting down on them. You sighed and nodded. “S-sorry, I’ll uh, leave you to settle in.” You said, backing away from the door. “Thank you.” Sebastian muttered, getting up to go to the bathroom. The emptiness came back in the pit of your stomach and you sat on the couch in the living space, flipping on the television.

The shower turned on and you usually would’ve joined Sebastian, but he clearly needed some space. Feeling like a burden now, you pulled your legs up to your chest and blindly watched the News.

When Sebastian finally got finished for the night, he joined you on the couch. He sat at the other end, far apart from you. Normally you’d sit against him with his arm around your shoulders. The silence was deafening and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You knew one of you would break soon, and you didn’t want it to end badly. A sigh fell from your lips and Sebastian’s head turned towards you.

You looked at him and he gave you a tight lipped smile. “What’s wrong?” He asked, slumping in the cushions. You shook your head and looked down at your hands in your lap. “Come on, Y/N. You seem mad at me or something.” Sebastian said with an eye roll. Your eyebrows creased. “I’m not mad.” You said, looking over at him.

He scoffed and crossed his arms. “You always say that.” He whispered, a sigh falling from his lips this time as he turned his attention back to the News, his jaw clenched. You eyed him for a moment because he’s the one who seems mad at you, not the other way around.

Your stomach churned and your mouth fell open a tad. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, facing your body towards Sebastian, resting your arm over the back of the couch. He looked over at you and shrugged.

Sebastian stood up and walked to the bedroom and you followed after him. “Hello, I asked a question. ” You said, watching him slip into bed. He sat up and shook his head. “Y/N, just drop it.” Sebastian said lowly. You scoffed and stepped closer into the bedroom. 

“I will not! I know you feel the distance between us! And not talking to me isn’t helping.” Your voice raised a little and you really didn’t want to wake up the other guests. Sebastian’s eyes flickered to yours. “I’m tired.” He stated as if it were the only reason for being this way.

“That’s bullshit. It may be true, but it’s been like this since I left to work on my movie.” You said with a groan, running your hands over your face. The room fell silent for a moment. “Just drop it.” He said before lying down on his side. “No! We need to talk about this!” You said, your voice raising again.

A heavy sigh fell from his lips and he sat up again, his eyes staring right into yours. “I said DROP IT. I want to sleep! I wrapped up a movie today, I have a meeting with my agent and an interview tomorrow. The last thing I need is you chewing my ass off the night before!” Sebastian yelled, his veins popping in his neck.

You flinched at the tone of his voice and tears brimmed your eyes. “Seb, I have a week off from my movie, that I’m not only in but I’m directing. I chose to see you; my HUSBAND! You said you’d be off, too!” You yelled back as your voice shook slightly. Sebastian groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

“Well, I’m sorry it didn’t work out that way! I’m busy!” Sebastian yelled, raising his arms up in the air. Your bottom lip quivered as you stared at Sebastian. The atmosphere was tense and you could feel the hole in your chest growing. “Why’d you even tell me to come here if you didn’t have the time in the first place?” You yelled, your voice cracking at the end.

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders at you, his eyebrows raised. “I honestly don’t know! I’m too busy; I have things to do. If you want to leave, then leave! I’m honestly too tired to care.” Sebastian fired, his words making your tears fall freely. “You want me to go?” You whispered, shifting on your feet. Not giving him time to answer, you walked over to your bags and picked them up. “Fine.” You scoffed.

You hadn’t unpacked, seeing that Sebastian’s clothes occupied the dressers, which was fine. You were wearing pajamas, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of there. Sebastian stayed quiet, watching you walk towards the bedroom door again. You turned to Sebastian and sniffled. “I’m sorry I got in the way. Clearly this has put on strain on us, so. Goodbye, Sebastian.” You whispered, gripping your bags in your hands.

A sharp breath fell from his lips as you walked away. You slung your duffel over your shoulder and grabbed your phone, pulling your suitcase behind you. Your throat burned and your heart was racing in your chest.

Waiting by the door for a moment longer, you didn’t see or hear any sign of Sebastian getting out of bed to stop you. Glancing at your wedding ring, you held back more tears.

You opened the door and left, deciding to get a different room. John was probably sleeping and it was late at night, so choosing another hotel or leaving just when you got here wasn’t on your list. You had your first fight with Sebastian, and now you were leaving him, unsure of what to do. Tears fell from your eyes and blurred your vision, the gnawing pain in your chest worsening.

Pressing the open button to the elevator, you stepped in and pressed the lobby button. The doors started closing, but an arm stopped them just shy of being squished. You looked up from your slippers and saw Sebastian. His eyes were red and puffy, his hands quickly pulling you out of the elevator. “What are you doing?” You asked, wiping at your cheeks.

Sebastian took your bags and set them in the hallway. You watched him closely and he was breathing heavily. “Don’t go.” Sebastian said as he turned to you, his tone far different from a few moments ago. Your eyebrows creased and you shook your head. “Seb, I don’t know what to do.” You said, your eyes filling with tears again.

Sebastian stepped towards you, his hands holding onto your cheeks. “I don’t either. But I know that I don’t want you to leave and I know how distant I’ve become. Please, don’t give up on us. Please, I’m begging you.” Sebastian said, his watery blue eyes staring into yours. You sniffled and nodded.

Sebastian pulled you into his body tightly, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. You’re busy, I should still go.” You said, your voice muffled by his chest. 

He pulled away and looked down at you, shaking his head. “Stay. I want you here. I just-it’s hard not having you around; it takes a toll on me, baby. I’m so sorry.” Sebastian breathed, his hands moving up your arms, to your cheeks.

A sigh fell from your lips and Sebastian wiped away the wetness on your cheeks. “I know, I don’t like being away from you either. But being distant and now arguing, what does that solve?” You asked, your hands gently grasping onto Sebastian’s sides. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.” Sebastian said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded again, letting Sebastian grab your bags and your left hand, walking you both back to his hotel room. He led you inside and dropped your bags, kicking the door shut gently with his foot. You turned to face Sebastian and he swooped in and held your waist before pressing his lips against yours. You made a sound of surprise before kissing him back, your hands tangling in his hair.

Sebastian picked you up by your waist and carried you to the bedroom, gently putting you on the bed. You smiled as he pulled away and climbed in beside you. Sebastian’s arms pulled you into his chest and you sighed. “I love you, Y/N.” Sebastian mumbled against your head as his hands rubbed against your back.

“I love you, too.” You whispered, allowing yourself to fall asleep in Sebastian’s arms.

Note: I hope you like this. I feel like it sucks, a lot. feedback is welcome! .c

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anonymous asked:

Made up Fic title : When you said yes

okay so this reminded me of an idea I’ve been meaning to write forever, cause I saw a post (or maybe an ad? idk) for a mug that said “marry me” at the bottom & I imagined nat, being her usual meddling self, buying it and offering it to steve the next time she sees him making coffee for tony

she does like a wink wink nudge nudge thing but it goes completely over steve’s head, he just fills the mug without looking and takes it down to tony

he hangs out there a bit while tony takes a break to chat & play footsie under the table or whatever, until eventually tony gets to the bottom and drops the cup. It lands on the table and only cracks a little, thankfully, but steve’s like hey, whoa, what’s up and tony just reaches across the table and hauls him in, kisses him with an intensity steve doesn’t understand in the slightest but is totally down for. they kiss for a long few moments and tony keeps saying “yes” in between kisses and steve’s like “okay, sure, yes? yeah yes alright” not entirely understanding what they’re yes-ing here and tony’s like “of course yes, you idiot” and steve’s like “wait I’m not totally sure what we’re talking about here, do you wanna go upstairs? I thought you had work” and tony freezes, like full body freezes, and steve can see the wheels in his mind working full speed then tony sort of reboots, kisses him again softer this time and is like “I do have work, I forgot, yes, I was just…y’know, yes like I love you, I don’t know, I’m tired” “yes you sure are” steve teases and there’s a flicker of—of something, something steve quite can’t identify it before it disappears, but he knows it’s out of place. disappointment? he’s not sure but tony seems fine and when steve asks about it tony smiles and brushes him off and steve chalks it up to tony working too hard again/exhaustion/a moment of them not being on the same wavelength

he hangs out for a little while (tony subtly moves the cup away, out of steve’s reach/sight) and things smooth back to normal. a couple days later, steve walks in to surprise tony, sees him fiddling with the cup. when he says hello, tony jumps and shoves it forcefully onto the table. steve raises his eyebrows, tony says it’s nothing, he just got caught up in his own head. steve’s like okay sure and takes him out to dinner like planned. it sort of niggles at him all night though; how tony had dropped it the first time, how it was still in the workshop instead of taken upstairs at the end of the week like all the other dishes, how guilty tony had looked when steve had seen him fiddling with it. plus the fact that natasha had handed it to steve kinda out of the blue. it was a new cup, wasn’t it? he’d never seen it before. when they come home steve excuses himself briefly (“I’ll be right up, I just want to check on something”) while tony goes upstairs

steve goes into the workshop, intending to look it over and assure himself it’s just a stupid cup and he’s being weird, but instead sees marry me? inscribed at the bottom. his stomach swoops and bottoms out and he has to grab the table to steady himself because oh god he’s such an idiot

he takes the cup with him and goes upstairs. tony’s in pjs now and clearly waiting for him, lax and easy and happy when steve walks in until he sees the cup in steve’s hand, then he stiffens and draws himself in defensively and steve’s like “I didn’t—natasha gave it to me, told me I should take you some coffee but I didn’t look, I just—I didn’t know it said anything” and tony’s like “yeah, I figured that part out pretty fast” and steve steps forward, sucks in a breath because “you said yes” and tony looks away, locks his jaw “it was stupid. it’s too fast and we haven’t talked about it and it’s stupid, I should’ve known it was an accide—” “marry me” tony’s eyes lock back on him, startled, “what?” steve dares to hope, to grin, “you heard me” “if you’re joking, it’s not funny” “what in the hell would make you think I’m joking?”

steve tosses the cup on the bed as he moves forward, takes tony in his arms and kisses him with all the hopeful intensity tony had kissed him those few days ago, asks again, “yes?” and tony laughs, “yes” and steve teases “c’mon, like you mean it” and tony laughs again, nearly into steve’s mouth because he’s already going for another kiss even as he says, “yes, idiot, of course yes”

so that is the tale of “when you said yes”

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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Notorious (pt. 02)

Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Angst, future Smut & a bit of Fluff…
Word Count: 9k

Summary: Kim fucking Taehyung was notorious for being a pranker, a player and an asshole, and you hated him for it.

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02



“Summer loving had me a blast
Summer loving happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more
Did you get very far
Tell me more, tell me more
Like does he have a car”

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anonymous asked:

"You love me, right?" maybe where Harry is asking the question after a fight or something...

This isn’t the best I have to admit, but I wanted to try and write some thing and kind of help get my mind of my pain from the surgery for a bit. Sorry for taking ages and Thank you for leaving a suggestion! Also wittle vulnerable harry melts my heart. Under the cut cause it went on for ages for which i apologise profusely.

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The Best Day of Your Life

Anon:  Soulmate AU! Where on your fifteenth birthday the name of your soulmate appears above your heart.  With Jaybird please!

A/N:  You have no idea how excited I am for this.  Jay is my true love, and thinking about this request just gives me chills ^.^

(Y/F/S) – Your favorite show

Word Count:  This is hella long.  I have no regrets.  7,087

Warnings:  Language, sexual talk, sexual crap going on (not much detail)  NO SMUT

Also, this is my first reader insert.   So, please, cut me some slack!  And you may notice some similarity to Batman: Under the Red Hood. Well that’s because that is what I was going for.  But I had no way to watch it when I wrote this, so it is definitely different.  Oh well.  Let me know what you think!

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Stone Cold Sober

Who: Chris Evans
What: Inspired by Say You Won’t Go by James Arthur

“I’m so in love with you
And I hope you know
Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold
We’ve come so far my dear
Look how we’ve grown”

“I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
‘Cause you were always there for me
When I needed you most”

It had been a rough year.

Chris was in way over his head with everything that he had signed up for. In the sense of trying to juggle his work life with his personal life. He thought he could handle both but his personal life just seemed to slip through his fingers. It had been a few months since he had spoken to his sisters and brother and even longer with his mother. It was rare for him to get lost in his work. Chris had always stressed that family was important in keeping him grounded. 

He knew his family would understand, because this was what he wanted to do. This was who he was. Chris hardly felt guilty when it came to his family because in the end, he knew that they would always be there for him. The only person he was worrying about was [Y/N]. Chris felt as if it had been an entire year since he got to sit down with her and talk about random things, the kind of conversations he fell in love with. 

And in retrospect, it had been a year since their last dinner date. 

Chris had captured [Y/N]’s attention about four years ago and despite their very busy schedules, they always made time for each other. They had an understanding. Work came first because anyone that was part of the film industry knew that whether or not they wanted to admit it. Work was number one until it was time to dock it further down the list. And they had both agreed that day would come when children were involved because [Y/N] was just as passionate about kids as he was. 

But, it had been sixty-seven days since he had physically seen [Y/N]. And he craved her touch, her kisses, the way she’d dig her nails into his back, and more importantly her laugh. Chris wasn’t entirely romantic, he had good intentions but it just wasn’t him and he loved that [Y/N] didn’t expect much. Because when he would, he’d get her a single flower and present it to her with a kiss and a sincere, “I love you so much.” And it reminded her just how much she loved him, not that she really ever needed a reminder. 

So, here was. In the middle of their kitchen. A little white stuffed bear holding a single red rose with a bottle of her favorite wine sitting on the counter top. Chris had managed to get off a few days earlier than he thought and he wanted to surprise the love of his life. He forgot what it felt like to be happy in the arms of his girlfriend. He heard the jingling of keys, sitting up straight, he waited for her to enter the kitchen. 

To say Chris startled her was an understatement. [Y/N] thought her heart was about to leap out her chest. Clutching her chest and leaning against the counter, she gasped. “Holy shit.” Regaining her composure, she spotted the stuffed animal and wine, “I thought you weren’t coming home until Thursday?” 

He moved towards her, cupping her face in his hands. Relishing her scent and warm cheeks. “I wasn’t until I moved a few things around.” Chris kissed her gently, “I missed you, bug.” 

She chuckled at the sound of her nickname, how she got it was beyond her knowledge. “I missed you too.” Wrapping her arms around him, she squeezed him tight. “I’m glad you came home early, we would have only seen each other for less than a day before I would have to go out to New Zealand.” [Y/N] would be lying if she said that she didn’t hate this past year. It was hard not seeing Chris for more than a week before the either of them would have to run off to the other side of the world. But relationships were all about compromise and commitment and she’d be damned if she was going to let the only man she ever loved slip from her fingers because of distance. 

He pressed a kiss to her head, “I’ve been thinking about us.” 

[Y/N] wasn’t sure if she liked the tone in his voice, pulling slightly away, she frowned. “Do I need a glass of wine for this?” 

Chris laughed, his hand reaching for that signature spot. “Baby, no, it’s not a bad thing but I wouldn’t say no to a glass.” 

Turning her frown upside down, she nodded and pulled away from him completely. In a few quick seconds she was back with two glasses and a bottle opener. She handed him the opener and graciously took the bottle from his hand once he popped the cork. Pouring a generous amount in each glass, they toasted to finally spending time together. 

“Now, what’s got that mind thinking?” She asked.

Taking a sip, he gave a gentle smile. “I miss us. I thought I could handle us and work but I don’t think I did a very good job.” 

“You didn’t but you know I don’t mind.” Frowning, she shrugged. “I mean I would have liked to see you more but I understand. It comes with the job, you know. We both knew what we were getting into when we snuck off that night.” [Y/N] reminiscence back to that night where the two of them got so unbelievably drunk at an after-party that they ended up in her hotel room with their clothes all over the floor. She had never met someone that she could get along with so well then Chris. They instantly clicked when they were sober and things got even better when they were drunk. It was inevitably once the pair finally met, it was almost like love at first sight. 

“Yeah, but that’s the thing.” Chris groaned. He set down his glass of wine and cupped her face again, his body pressing against hers which caused her hips to collide with the counter. “We work way too much. I almost forgot what it felt like to be with you. If we weren’t face-timing or texting, it was almost as if I was single. Not that I went out, because you know I didn’t but that’s what it felt like. I don’t fucking like it. 

I’ve been with you for four years and hell, [Y/N] it’s been the damn best four years of my life. It’s unreal how lucky I am to have you. I love you so fucking much that you have me wrapped around your fingers.” He let his hands fall from her face and to her waist. “I want to focus on us, I want to feel us, I want to feel you. Work is just work but when I’m with you, it’s like a whole nother world.” 

[Y/N] looked in his eyes, searching for some kind of explanation for this. “So let’s focus on us. Let’s take a vacation.” 

Chris shook his head, “No, baby. I want to marry you.”

[Y/N] choked a little, had she heard him right? Did Chris just say that he wanted to marry her? “Marry me?” She asked in disbelief.

Chris laughed again, throwing his head back. “Yes, baby. You.” He pulled her in close, nipping her lips for a moment. “You and I have been to hell and back. You were there for me whenever I needed you. And I like to think that I’ve done the same for you. I don’t want to do that for anyone else but you. I want to wake up every single morning knowing that I have you for the rest of my life. I want to rush home from the airport because I know I’ve got my favorite girl waiting for me with our kids. I want to start this life with you, [Y/N]. No one else. I want to love you with every bit of my soul because being away from you this past year was rough.

And I don’t know if doubts ran through your head or not but I want you to know that I don’t ever want to see you walk out our door with your bags packed for good. I can take it if you’re leaving me to come right back when you’re finished with work but never for good.” He placed a tender kiss on her lips, breathing her in. “I love you so much.” 

[Y/N] melted into his kiss, her hands gripping his upper arm. “I love you so much.” 

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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