Tape III: Starlight Tryst [M] | 2/2

Tape III: Starlight Tryst [M] | 2/2

➛pairing: namjoon x reader x yoongi ; hoseok x reader ➛genre: superpower!au, superhero!au, supervillain!au, smut ➛words: 12.3k+ ➛rating: nsfw ➛warnings: explicit sexual content; mutual masturbation, fingering, blowjobs, slight exhibitionist themes, dirty talk, fingering, anal, double penetration, a couple of spanks, clothed sex, threesome ➛notes: for my beloved @gimmesumsuga as the second part of her very belated birthday gift!!! I’m sorry it took so long and I hope you like it !!!

You attended the gala, anticipating a boring night, only to find out that it would prove to be much more interesting than you thought. After a night of living out recent fantasies, you never expected it to end the way it did. You should have known better than fall into such a false sense of security.

↼posted; 02.07.2018

↼masterlist || tape i • tape ii • tape iii - ½ • 2/2

In the days that followed your little tryst on the top floor of the Starlight City Superhero League building, you would describe yourself as… sore. Very sore. You had no idea how JK had lived this long or how they still managed to fight and bicker when Jin gave such good—… anyway. You were sore, physically, yes, but you were also thriving. You always seemed to live out your best days when your libido had been taken care of—maybe it was a psychological thing, because your needs were being met. Either way, you were sore but had enough energy that it didn’t bother you all that much when you jumped around on patrol.

Which, incidentally, was where you found yourself now. It had been two days since you’d met with Jin and JK, and you were enjoying a final evening of freedom before the Annual Superhero Alliance Gala the next day. You were kind of looking forward to it, but the gala had historically proven to be really dry and boring, especially in recent years, which was why BB and Gyeom tended to act out so much. But now they couldn’t even do that, or RM was going to cuff them to a pole, and not in a kinky way. You wanted to have fun, but you understood why he did that; it wouldn’t just be superheros from your region at the gala, but from every region, and some of them tended to be a lot snootier than one might think for a ragtag bunch of superheroes. You were pretty sure it had to do with the fact that the cities they were assigned tended to be more posh and high-end, so they too adopted a fitting holier-than-thou attitude. Your blood began to boil slightly as you remembered that a certain dumb superhero was going to be there tomorrow. You’d managed to hold yourself back last year, for RM’s sake if nothing else, but this year you weren’t going to be in such a forgiving mood— if she wanted to talk smack again this year, then she was going to get hit, simple as that. You didn’t make the rules.

The city was quiet tonight, something you’d be suspicious about if Tempest wasn’t still absent and the other two villains hadn’t quietened down since your little rendezvous. As it happens, Tempest was still gone, and the other two had decided to cool their activities a little, and you were enjoying the peace and quiet. Well, had been enjoying it. As it usually did whenever your thoughts turned to Tempest lately, your mood soured slightly. That fucker still hadn’t contacted you. A part of you was genuinely worried, and the other part… felt slighted. You really didn’t like that he had you feeling this way, annoyed because he hadn’t texted you. You shouldn’t have cared! But for whatever reason, you did, and the distinct lack of contact had you pissed. You ignored the real reason you knew you were mad about, and decided to blame it on the fact that he’d more or less promised he would and then hadn’t. Right, you felt a little less pathetic if you pretended you were mad because he’d gone back on his word.

You kicked a can that someone had left discarded in the gutter, watching it tumble across the pavement desolately before you felt guilty and ran to pick it up, tossing it into the nearest bin. You were on the outskirts of the city, and as one would expect there was a fair bit more litter. You didn’t want to think of what it would look like for a superhero to be walking around picking up litter at around 9 o’clock at night on the outskirts of town, but you couldn’t help it. Skewed as it may be in some ways, your moral compass was still very much working. If you saw rubbish, you were painfully inclined to pick it up. You wished your moral compass could be so straightforward all the time, especially regarding villains. If you saw a villain, were you painfully inclined to arrest them? Historically, apparently not.

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SALUD! (m)

× genre and warnings :: ninja!yoongi + ninja!reader, naruto au (oh yes she did), enemies to lovers au, mild descriptions of violence, blood, mentions of death, minor character death, there are no synonyms for ninja or chakra so if you see them often just bear with me ok, explicit smut

× notes :: i have never been seriously nervous about posting a fic before but there’s a first time for everything, right? this is a naruto au but i tried to make it vague enough so that you don’t need to know the show to follow along. tho if you haven’t seen naruto you should change that asap. shoutout to sarah for this banner and listening to me rant about this plot even tho she hates sasuke.

× side notes :: i also just reached a huge milestone thanks for sticking with me for the past year y’all are cute or whatever. and happy late birthday to my baby, moongi, i love you, you funky little producer. 

× word count :: 14.5k

× précis :: lord knows it takes hella patience when your name is a verb and these comments absurd, and they swear they know you better than you know yourself, cheers to me and you // or the one in which yoongi breaks the curse of hatred

× salud (n.) :: spanish word meaning good health; bless you; cheers

Yoongi pants with his back resting against the peeling bark of a tree to keep his body upright. He tries not to focus on the gash along his right arm, or the currents flowing through his hands, and, instead, attempts to catch his breath and lets his eyes fade to black. He hasn’t the strength to lift his own hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead, but when Seokjin asks him if he’s okay, he says yes anyway.

You to roll your eyes. “You know, it might actually kill you if you refuse to admit you’re in pain.”

At that, he screws his eyes shut and exhales deeply. There were few things he hated more than being injured. Most notably, being scolded by you.

Actually, it was just you in general.

“I’m fine,” he says when he reopens his eyes and sees you pulling bandages out of your backpack, “Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath.”

Hoseok lets out a sigh of exasperation and falls into a squat position between the two of you. “Yoon, your arm might as well be cut in two and your hand is still twitching. The faster you let her heal you, the faster this is all over.”

The blonde tries his best to convince him, but Yoongi only replies in short huffs. “I said I’m fine. I don’t need—ow! What the fuck was that for?” he grunts, with no second thoughts of accusing you of flicking his head.

“It wasn’t me, dipshit,” you bite.

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a lack of color — part 1.

pairing—park jimin x reader   genre— anti-soulmates au, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut word count— 7k+ about — 

Slowly but surely, you were starting to warm up to the idea of forever seeing in black and white as long as Jimin was by your side.

i burned so long so quiet you must have wondered 

if i loved you back. i did, i did, i do.

—annelyse gelman, from “the pillowcase”

Since the moment you were born, your world had been greyscale. The food you ate, the clothes you wore, the sky, the sea, and everything else that your eyes could see was white and black and all the shades in between the two.  It was completely normal.

The gift of seeing colors will only be gained when a person lock eyes with their other half. Their soulmate.

Growing up, you hear mentions of these mysterious colors; from your father getting your mother her favorite orange tulips, your older cousin buying you pink popsicles in the summer because she says they taste the best, and all the songs about feeling so, so blue.

It’s unfathomable to imagine what colors even look like when all you’ve ever known was black and white. But you were curious as to why a certain color of tulips is more beautiful than the others, why some colors can make things taste better, and why they can make people feel certain emotions.

It made you all the more excited for the day you’ll finally be able to see them.

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Keeping a Secret (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: oral (male), Hoseok calls the reader princess, dirty talk, blow job kind of over boxers?, semi-rough sex

Genre: New Relationship!AU

Synopsis: You and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated?

Word Count: 3,743

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Beautifully Misfit

Beautifully Misfit | BTS

SERIES; Hybrid BTS

‣ Genre: fluff, smutt, hybrid au

‣ Word Count: 2.08k

‣ Pairing(s): skunk!Jimin x reader, puppy!Taehyung x reader, bunny!Jungkook x reader

‣ Warning(s): very strong language, lots and lots of f-bombs so beware of that, bit of angst if you squint real hard, nothin else for this chapter so enjoy ;)

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to be aware of:

sub!jimin, switch!taehyung, switch!jungkook, dom!reader, some kinky ass future happenings, BDSM themes, some heavy angst, and triggering themes. 

Summary: you never really saw yourself as a hybrid person. that is, until your best friend introduces you to his hybrid, and you suddenly find yourself craving the companionship. you only intended to bring home one. somewhere between the lines you ended up with three beautifully misfit hybrids who craved nothing but your love.

part. i, ii (coming soon)

A/N; this is my first post on here, so I’ll make this short… thanks for reading, I’m sorry, ily

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