please remember his name this time sir

Transference (M) – Chapter 06

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Summary: After experiencing one of the worst days of your life, you face difficult truths about yourself while under Hoseok’s facilitation.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 13,167

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: This chapter is going to hurt.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

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JungkookXReader Cop/Detective AU Part 1

A series of drabbles surrounding Reader who is a detective and Jungkook who is a cop.

Part 2

FIRST MEETING.

The first time you met him was when you were assigned as a homicide detective and it was the first day of the job.

You were standing outside, staring up the the building ahead of you atop a line of stairs. You were wearing a pitch black suit and your makeup, although limited, was perfect. You made sure of it. You looked ready to kill and you wanted to make a good impression on your peers.

You stood outside the building of the police station, taking in the view. You worked hard for this. And now you’re finally here. You felt pride as your throat closed up. You giggled to yourself as you shook your head. Taking a deep breath, you placed a foot on the first steps that lead to your future, ready to barge into your new life.

Until a scream stopped you.

“Hey! Get back here!” You heard someone yelled.

You turned your head to the left,which was where the scream came from when you saw a man running directly towards you. He was wearing a t shirt and jeans with a nasty cut across his cheek. It took you a second to notice the gun in his hands and the murderous rage in his eyes.

Before you could even blink, the man had grabbed you by the arm. He dashed around you, placing the gun to your temple. An arm circled around your neck as he froze you in a choke-hold.

You heard him giggle behind you as another man stopped several steps in front of you, taking in the situation.

He was a cop, evident by the badge attached to his belt. Besides that he just wore the black outfit required for policemen to wear

“So what’s it going to be Jeon?” The man holding you yelled. “If you take another step closer, i’m blowing her brains out.”

You tried not to panic, making sure to not hyperventilate as you tried to figure a way out of this situation.

You heard people around scream and run away like ants. More footsteps by the building were heard and off the corner of your eye you saw the Chief Kim Namjoon and several other people who had run out of the building when they heard the commotion.

The man with the gun seemed to notice as well as he twisted his body to face the group, taking you with him.

“This goes for you assholes as well!” He yelled, now placing the gun beneath your jaw, tilting your head upwards. “If you don’t want the pretty lady to die, you’ll do as i say.”

To your left, you heard the cop take a step.

The man panicked as he lost his concentration, slipping up as he loosened his hold on the gun.

Quickly, taking your chance, you grabbed the gun, twisting it out of his hand. The man yelled in pain as you slightly injured his arm in the process.

Elbowing him in the stomach and immediately followed by a headbutt to the guys nose, you managed to break free from his hold. You pointed the gun to his knee and pulled the trigger.

And it simply made a click. Nothing happened.

The man yelled and charged at you as you looked in disbelief at the empty gun.

Reacting quickly, you smashed the gun across his face. His neck snapped sideways, another cut opening on his cheek, the blood immediately pouring out.

“You bitch!” he charged at you again but this time, you were too slow as he tackled you to the ground. You didn’t let this affect you though. You drew back your arm and elbowed him across his temple. You hit him so hard he tumbled off of you onto the ground. Moving fast, you quickly pinned him to the ground.

“Handcuffs!” You told the brown haired cop, extending your hand.

When you didn’t get a response you risked a second to look up at him.

He was simply staring at you, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

“I said handcuffs!” You yelled, shaking your empty hand.

That seemed to have brought him back to his senses as he pulled out handcuffs from his pockets and gave it to you.

You snapped the cuffs onto the man on the ground, cutting off his struggling. Standing up, you pulled the offender onto his feet and pushed him onto the cop.

Looking surprised, he quickly pinned the man and started dragged him into the building, casting you another glance.

You looked up at the entrance of the building where the cop was dragging the man inside. The other members were staring ,slack jawed and eyes wide. Except for Namjoon. He had a smile on his face and a look of pride.

“Welcome to the precinct, detective.”

FIRST CONVERSATION

“Hey, you.”

You turned around towards the person who was calling you.

It was the cop, Jeon if you remembered correctly.

“Hello.” You said, getting off your chair and bowing down. “I’m the new detective here,” you said, telling him your name, introducing yourself, “Please take good care of me.”

“Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked, ignoring your comments.

You tried not to frown as you answered, “It comes with training to be a detective Sir. It’s kind of necessary.”

He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms, staring at you.

A few awkward seconds passed by and you felt more and more uncomfortable with the cops staring. You broke eye contact, looking around the room but every time you tried he just simply cocked his head, following your movements, making sure to maintain eye contact.

You were about to ask him what he wanted you to say when you were saved by Namjoon

“That’s enough Jungkook. You’re going to scare her away.”

Jungkook simply let out a ‘tsk’ sound as he looked at the chief.

“It’s a good thing the two of you are here actually,” he said, ignoring Jungkook’s glare, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell the both of you.”

“Yes?” You asked softly.

“From now on”, he said, taking your hand and Jungkook’s, “the two of you are going to be partners.”

“What?” Jungkook said.

“Partners?” You asked at the same time.

Namjoon smirked, amused. “That’s right,” he said “we generally pair the cops with the detectives. We had 2 detectives and 4 cops. I myself categorize as both, so we all ended up pairing with each other to make work easier but Jungkook ended up without a partner. But now you’re here.”

You saw Jungkook roll his eyes and sigh. “Guess I don’t have a choice huh?”

“That’s right.” Namjoon said with a grin.

Letting out another sigh, Jungkook took his hand away from Namjoon and shook yours.

“Let’s work well together… Partner.”

You shook his hand as well. “Yes sir!”

Retracting his hand, he said, “you don’t have to be formal with me. Just call me Jungkook.”

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My first fan-fiction, heavily inspired by the V-live episode where some of the members were criminals while the others were cops. Jungkook seemed so confident and had such a bad-cop vibe to him that I had to write something about it. Also him smacking Jimin’s ass was so hot.

I’ve made this a series, with each part consisting of two short scenarios based of the pairing ‘first times’. Hope you enjoy!

-Rinny

Unwavering Devotion // Chap 1

I’m just gonna leave this here, yes, hi, excuse me, bent fic for me to unstress myself and write something silly and simple and trashy, excu se moi. 

Nothing much to say? Klance Flower Shop Au ft. Pining Keith, Bad In Comunication Lance and Teasing Older Brother Shiro! 

Ps; Sorry if Keith sounds OOC….but I don’t give a shh; this is my playtime fic.  A L S O; LONG POST.

Ps.2; Excuse any typos…and stuff. yeah. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


The lonely half worn out rose lay on the wooden counter.

“Cough, cough.” It says in a high pitched voice, “I’m…I’m dying and I …will never see my beloved one last time.”

Suddenly, from the bottom of the counter, a small bluebell flower pops its head and shakes as it catches the sight of the fallen rose.

“My rose!” It shouts, voice deep and scratchy, “No! Who has done this! I will kill them all! I swear on my tiny life!”

“My bell…” Rose whispers in awe and hope, “My bell, you have come to delight me with your presence in my last seconds in this world, how noble.”

Bell shakes as if in disbelief, “No! Stop talking like that! You will survive! You - You have to –! There must be someth –!”

A sudden sharp agonized shout coming from Rose cuts it off abruptly and Bell watches in horror as another petal is ripped out from its lover.

“No…” Bell whispers terrified, “No!”

“The madman is back.” Rose whispers weakly, trying to rise up from the floor before flopping back limply, “Please….run, before he catches you, it’s too late for me.”

“But –!” Bell tries to protest but a big wide shadow suddenly takes over and both flowers just stay still as the threateningly figure of the pale hand hovers above them dangerously.

“I love you.” Rose whispers softly before the pale hand picks it up and starts pulling out its reminding dark weak petals, no longer holding its vivid red color it once had.

“No!” Bell cries out as it falls to the surface of the counter in defeat, watching in despair as its lover takes its last breath in the hands of a monster, “Goodbye…my rose.”

“Keith!”

The nineteen years old jumps in surprise, his dark blue eyes wide in surprise as he drops both flowers in his hands and turns his head to meet his big brother’s unamused eyes.

“Uh…” He says incoherently, wiping the flowers behind his back off the counter to hide his play time, “Yeah, I’m working.”

Shiro snorts. “Sure, buddy. Bell says otherwise.”

Keith looks back at the counter and frowns when he notices that the Bluebell flower is hanging on the edge of it.

“You tattle tale.” He mumbles and Shiro laughs.

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Love In An Elevator

Sam x Reader smutty goodness for my Sam girls 

Warning - Smut!!!!!!

Enjoy! 

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It had been a stupidly long day, you were hunting down a lead on a string of mysterious deaths in the area that lead you and Sam, or rather FBI Agents Johnson and Young to the local morgue while Dean and Cas followed up with the sheriff.

After investigating the latest body, you now knew what you were dealing with, vamps. Should be easy enough to take care of as soon as you found the nest.

You and Sam made your way to the elevator, the morgue here was three floors underground to which the resident doctor made a hell joke that neither of you found particularly funny.

You walked into the elevator as soon as the doors opened; you hit the button and took a deep breath. You hated these things, you were claustrophobic and being inside a small, enclosed moving box didn’t help the situation.

Sam pulled out his phone to call Dean when the lights dipped, and the lift jerked to a halt sending you both flying forward. The emergency lights kicked in leaving you both in a dim glow, you flew the remaining distance to the control panel and hit the button for your floor repeatedly to which nothing happened.

Panic set in as you scanned the small area for an escape route in vain. Sam grabbed his cell and tried to call Dean but there was no service.

“It’s probably a power cut” Sam said quietly watching your every moment.

You were pacing the tiny space breathing heavily. Even with the mirrored back to the elevator, you still felt as if the walls were closing in. You leaned your arms against the mirrored surface and tried desperately to steady your breathing. You saw Sam’s reflection studying you closely, he knew you were claustrophobic, but the looks he was sending you weren’t helping your breathing at all

“You need to calm down Y/n” he said from his position by the door, his voice steady and deep.

You shook your head before managing to pant out the word “cant”

Sam pushed off the wall and walked the sort distance to you. He stood directly behind you, his firm chest against your back. He ducked his head so that his lips were by your ear

“I said you need to calm down” you had to bite you lip to stop yourself from moaning.

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