The Lords Kiss | Jjk

The Lord’s Kiss | jjk

Genre: supernatural x smut x period piece Pairing: vampire!jungkook x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 5.1k Warnings: blood play, fingering, mentions of death, stockholm syndrome? Summary: You shouldn’t have stayed in the village for as long as you did. The woods are dark as you try to make your way home, only to be walking in circles. Is it convenience or fate that a stranger is now offering you help? With him, you seem to step into another reality all together.

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A Boy Like You | Yoongi

→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff → warnings: an overabundance of shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to squish his cheeks; kinda ooc but it is what it is → words: 11.5K → a/n: whaddup kids it’s ya girl… back from the dead after months of not writing shit, and what’s this owo… it’s a fluff fic?? miracles do happen… anyway i wrote this bc i just thot “man, wouldn’t it be super epic if i wrote a super self-indulgent fic where yoongi fulfills every single one of my deepest desires?” well… here is THIS!! pls feel free to scream into a pillow bc i certainly did!! enjoy!!

There is a boy you know who likes to show his kindness quietly. It would go something like this:

The air is thick with static; your hair stands up on end: a warning. The scent of raindrops hitting hot pavement graces your nostrils as a waterfall drops from the sky. You see the sea of heads begin to disappear under a canopy of multi-colored umbrellas. You, the lone ranger, rush back into the building from whence you came, dragging puddles and annoyance with you.

You should have anticipated it, should have thought to check the weather app before scrolling through dull social media posts when you left your house that morning. Instead, your fingers are left cold and umbrella-less.

You tilt your head upwards, watching as gallon upon gallon fell from the sky in an endless cycle. The watch on your wrist reads 5 PM, but the sky says it is 9 PM. The dark, swirling mass of clouds above you will continue on its thunderous parade, pausing for no one, especially not for you.

Your work bag is practically weightless, devoid of anything that might protect you from the onslaught of rain. The only thing inside is a small wallet that holds nothing more than dust and a loose promise of a paycheck. There is no way you can call a taxi like this, and the nearest bus stop is at least two blocks away. You are starting to think that your childhood dreams of becoming a mermaid hadn’t been so ridiculous after all.

Then comes the hand of God. It touches your shoulder gently, hesitantly. You turn around to face a stranger, a boy with shaggy black hair and pale moonlight skin. It is not God, but he comes close.

In his other hand is your salvation wrapped in Kumamon print nylon. It is proffered to you with a silent nod, his gaze fixed somewhere behind you as he waits for you to take it. The tips of his ears begin to redden the longer it takes for you to respond. Eventually, your brain connects with your muscles as you robotically pluck the umbrella from his grasp, a stuttered “thanks” leaving your lips.

He nods stiffly once more, removing his palm from your shoulder as though he had been burned. He shuffles for a moment, mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find the words to say. You wait, patience never waning for the strange boy that you have come to know as your salvation.

He doesn’t find the words after all. You aren’t too offended by his silence, but he appears to be mortified. And so, he leaves just as quickly as he had appeared, like a whirlwind dressed in an oversized blazer flapping behind him like wings. He runs through the rain without another thought, an arm raised above his head in a futile attempt to avoid getting wet.

You try calling out to him, wanting to thank him once more and maybe to ask how you can return his umbrella, but he is long gone. A speck of black dashing through the gray.

You clutch the umbrella closer to you, a feeling of something new growing inside of you. It is too small to call anything, but it is warm.

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Blue Spring

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↳ Summary: Jeon Jungkook, only well known as the youngest (and hottest) dad at the daycare, he’s got it all, the looks, the sweetheart personality, the body, but here’s what gets everyone- he doesn’t wear a wedding ring. The only problem lies in his fickle one year old daughter that hates just about every daycare worker out there…Well…besides you that is. Which of course leads to Jungkook liking you just as much as his daughter…if not maybe a little too much.

Or in other words…You and Jungkook are secretly crushing on one another but too shy to admit it.

↳ Pairing: Single dad!Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: Daycare AU, Slice of life, copious amounts of fluff, a hair of angst, future smut

Word Count: 4K

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Seven thirty sharp. Your mind was groggy and you couldn’t stop the yawn that escaped your lips, you had stayed up too late the night before studying due to a test you’d have later today without even thinking about the shift you promised your coworker you’d cover. So here you were at First Steps 7:30 in the morning, coffee in hand and your hair in a messy bun.

You hadn’t even bothered getting changed besides your fitness pants. Outside of that you were still dawned in your oversized university sweatshirt. At least you’d be with the kids most of the day, one of the perks of working at a daycare was you rarely had to get dressed up.

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A Boy Like You | Yoongi

→ summary: for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you.

{or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

→ genre: coworker!au, f2l, fluff → warnings: an overabundance of shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to squish his cheeks; kinda ooc but it is what it is → words: 11.5K → a/n: whaddup kids it’s ya girl… back from the dead after months of not writing shit, and what’s this owo… it’s a fluff fic?? miracles do happen… anyway i wrote this bc i just thot “man, wouldn’t it be super epic if i wrote a super self-indulgent fic where yoongi fulfills every single one of my deepest desires?” well… here is THIS!! pls feel free to scream into a pillow bc i certainly did!! enjoy!!

There is a boy you know who likes to show his kindness quietly. It would go something like this:

The air is thick with static; your hair stands up on end: a warning. The scent of raindrops hitting hot pavement graces your nostrils as a waterfall drops from the sky. You see the sea of heads begin to disappear under a canopy of multi-colored umbrellas. You, the lone ranger, rush back into the building from whence you came, dragging puddles and annoyance with you.

You should have anticipated it, should have thought to check the weather app before scrolling through dull social media posts when you left your house that morning. Instead, your fingers are left cold and umbrella-less.

You tilt your head upwards, watching as gallon upon gallon fell from the sky in an endless cycle. The watch on your wrist reads 5 PM, but the sky says it is 9 PM. The dark, swirling mass of clouds above you will continue on its thunderous parade, pausing for no one, especially not for you.

Your work bag is practically weightless, devoid of anything that might protect you from the onslaught of rain. The only thing inside is a small wallet that holds nothing more than dust and a loose promise of a paycheck. There is no way you can call a taxi like this, and the nearest bus stop is at least two blocks away. You are starting to think that your childhood dreams of becoming a mermaid hadn’t been so ridiculous after all.

Then comes the hand of God. It touches your shoulder gently, hesitantly. You turn around to face a stranger, a boy with shaggy black hair and pale moonlight skin. It is not God, but he comes close.

In his other hand is your salvation wrapped in Kumamon print nylon. It is proffered to you with a silent nod, his gaze fixed somewhere behind you as he waits for you to take it. The tips of his ears begin to redden the longer it takes for you to respond. Eventually, your brain connects with your muscles as you robotically pluck the umbrella from his grasp, a stuttered “thanks” leaving your lips.

He nods stiffly once more, removing his palm from your shoulder as though he had been burned. He shuffles for a moment, mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find the words to say. You wait, patience never waning for the strange boy that you have come to know as your salvation.

He doesn’t find the words after all. You aren’t too offended by his silence, but he appears to be mortified. And so, he leaves just as quickly as he had appeared, like a whirlwind dressed in an oversized blazer flapping behind him like wings. He runs through the rain without another thought, an arm raised above his head in a futile attempt to avoid getting wet.

You try calling out to him, wanting to thank him once more and maybe to ask how you can return his umbrella, but he is long gone. A speck of black dashing through the gray.

You clutch the umbrella closer to you, a feeling of something new growing inside of you. It is too small to call anything, but it is warm.

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BTS imagine // Kim Taehyung

genre: as much fluff as possible, roadtrip au, new established relationship, very romantic and a lot of feels, perfect boyfriend!taehyung, pure love

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: around 1000 words

author’s note: do you know the feeling of longing/yearning for something so much, but you know you can’t have it? this is exactly what this concept does… to me at least. come on this trip with me.

song: else - paris

plot: you and taehyung have been together for some months now… and your feelings for him have only grown stronger. the connection between you two is more special than anything you’ve ever had before, and you could’ve sworn that the butterflies he still gives you should’ve been gone by now, as you’ve been used to in previous relationships. but this comforting feeling…

today was one of your special dates together. every once in a while, the two of you would get in the car, blast your favorite music and just go wherever your heart lead you. these types of adventures have taken you places you never knew were there even if they were sometimes around the area you’ve grown up into, places that became your special secret hideouts. you would have picnics, read together, paint or draw the nature around you or even each other if you felt inspired enough. when one of you felt overwhelmed with the intensity of their feelings, you would make love. you were sure no one else made you feel better than he did… and that the feeling was mutual.

you could hear his car coming in your driveway. before he even got to reach your doorbell, you were already coming outside and running straight into his arms. he chuckled softly and gave you a short peck on your forehead before you were both heading to his car. you could already feel the warmth growing inside you as he was now in your presence. you always thought he smelled like freedom. he turned the music on, playing your both’s favorite playlist: a mix of all genres but mostly indie music because it would just get you in the vibe for traveling. it was sweet. you couldn’t help glancing at him every now and then, slipping your hand through his silky black hair and giving him a massage as a soft smile was plastered on both of your faces. his hand was now carefully touching your thigh, occasionally squeezing whenever you’d stare at him too much, causing his cheeks to turn pink. it would, of course, take his attention off the road.

you realize, no matter how much time you two spent together, you’d always have something new and interesting to talk about. the subjects were infinite. and so were the laughs. you could start from the simplest things like what cereal you ate this morning or how you both loved the smell of lavender to more deeper topics like the insignificance of human life in the universe or the microscopic probability of finding your soulmate on the same planet where you were born. no matter what the two of you would blabber about, you’d always listen to his honeyed deep voice rolling off his tongue so carefully, as if he was saying the most absorbing story you’ve ever heard. every single time.

getting out of your thoughts, you figure that you’ve entered a forest, one that didn’t look familiar to any of the ones you’ve been to before. after some time, taehyung pulls over to the right side of the road, signaling you have arrived. as you got out of the car, the summer breeze was soft as it blew through the trees. the sun was peeking through the millions of leaves, warmly touching your skin. he looked at you and grabbed your hand, eager to lead you somewhere. this time, he knew where he was going.

shortly, you reached a lake. as both of you were standing on a tall rocky edge, you were sure you’ve never seen water as clear and blue as this one before. you felt his hand let go and, when you looked up to where he was standing, you noticed he started taking his clothes off. drunk with his craziness, you started doing the same. the water looked inviting and so did he. a few seconds after, he steadily grabbed your hand and started counting from 5 to 1. and then you jumped.

it was cold, but refreshing. it was what you needed. as you swam back to the surface, you realized taehyung’s hand was no longer in yours. you looked around for some moments, but he wouldn’t come back out. before you started to panic and call out his name, you were suddenly pulled back in the water by his strong hands. as he took you in his arms, you dared to open your eyes just to see his dark figure. even if it was blurry, you could see the familiar boxy smile he always wore around you. his hands were now around your face and, as you closed your eyes back again, you could feel his lips on yours. his kiss was deep and warm and, if it wasn’t for the lack of oxygen, you would have decided to spend the rest of eternity in that specific moment.

it soon got late. the cold was starting to settle in and his big hands around your body were no longer keeping you physically sheltered. after you put your clothes back on, you started heading back to the car. if the moon’s bright shine was absent, you’d have hardly been able to find your way there. taehyung started the engine, but didn’t drive away just yet. he decided the stars were too beautiful tonight to not take some time watching them with you. while the trap door was opening, you laid your head on his shoulder. as his hand was hugging you tighter, you felt at peace. you saw one or two falling stars, but it didn’t matter as you already had everything you ever wished for.

he made you feel like you were in a movie. as if your favorite playlist was the sound track and you two were the protagonists. this sweet feeling… maybe it’s love. and maybe you’ve never been so sure of a thing in your life ever before.

“i love you”

“i love you too”

Little One (M) ~ Jung Hoseok Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: You find yourself in a position where you must choose between certainly addicting or below-average satisfaction for the rest of your life.

•••> Pairing(s): Hoseok/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey I was wondering if you could possibly do a Hoseok smut oneshot and like hes a super dom? Love you 💜”

•••> Word Count: 6.41k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | ceo!au(?) | office!au | Hoseok!AU | Strangers to Lovers | Dominant!Hoseok | Submissive!Reader | 

•••> Warnings: smut, slight impreg!kink, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, mention(s) of masturbation, slight choking/strangulation, spanking, dirty talk, slight mention(s) of BDSM, dom/little one relationship, hobi is filthy, but he’s also respectful, cursing, pining, mild stalking?, alcohol use

Copyright © 2020 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for the request, anon! Sorry, it took me like a week to get it done, but here it is! I hope you enjoy :) I didn’t go back and edit it so please excuse any mistakes.

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The light from the chandeliers of the ballroom dimmed as the night came undeniably closer to its end.

The event was organized by your company- a Friday evening to relax and celebrate the closing of another fiscal year. The flurries of snow that dusted the sidewalks outside the venue served as a reminder that the year, in itself, was coming to an end too.

The smooth, Christmas-themed jazz music acted as a factor in your sleepy demeanor, relaxing you into a comfortable glow of warmth despite failing your mission.

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