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Jealous (M)

Requested here

“I don’t want you with him. I don’t want you with anyone else except me.”

Category: Smut, daddy kink

Length: 4.8K

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Sinful

Requested

Vampire Jaebum

“Thousands gather this time of year, a time to mask the face most fear. The bloody grin stays hidden, stare into my eyes, the forbidden.“ - Peter Gundry

Category: Suggestive, fantasy

Length: 3.8K

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Step-Brother

Jaebum Mini Series

Warning: Contains smut and violence in some chapters

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11

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Island Escape: Part 1

JJ Project Series

Warning: Contains smut and violence in some chapters

Teaser  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10 

Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17

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Mad: Part 1

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside. Some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Will contain smut, violence and tense situations in later chapters

Teaser  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

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GOT7 Kinks...

Jaebum: ~ licking ~ oral ~ praise kink ~ kitten…

Jinyoung: ~ oppa, please me ~ obey ~ biting ~ teasing ~ overstimulation

Jackson: ~ being riden ~ thighs ~ good girl ~ loud moaning ~ oral

Mark: ~ foreplay ~ biting ~ grinding ~ sweet sex 

Youngjae: ~ high heels ~ shower sex ~ foreplay ~ high heels

BamBam: ~ hair pulling ~ being riden ~ Noona… ~ slight bondage  ~ breath play 

Yugyeom: ~ biting ~ nudes ~ rough sex ~ roleplay ~ disobeying

Cleaning (M)

Park Jinyoung (Got7) x Reader

Word Count: 2,090

Genre: Smut

“Jinyoung, I am not cleaning my room tonight. I will do it tomorrow like I said. Now let’s go pick a movie to watch before you ruin the night,” you bargained.

Jinyoung cocked his head, an eyebrow raised and a smirk graced his lips, “Are you going against my word,” he asked.

“No. I am not. I-,” you tried to refute.

“Because is seems like you are, baby,” he said, his eyes bore into yours and you knew you were in for it.

“Wow, this place is a mess,” Jinyoung chastised.

The both of you were currently standing in the doorway of your bedroom, which, you could admit, was a true disaster zone. Clothes were strewn over every surface, zero amount of the floor is visible, and you swore that there was a desk underneath all of your stuff. If Jinyoung hated one thing, it would be untidiness. He could not stand it, and you knew it. That is why you tried your hardest to prevent him from walking into your room. You knew he would freak out, and give you another lecture about how you should keep things clean. It irritated you to no end, and you did not want to have to deal with that tonight.

“I know it is. But, I had so much work to do for school and I was working more hours at the shop, so I haven’t had the time to clean,” you said hoping that he would give a break just this once because you much rather spend the night cuddling with your boyfriend than picking up your room. And, Jinyoung will absolutely make you spend the night hours cleaning up the mess that you created. Even if that meant he had to help you.

Jinyoung’s gaze shifted from the floor to you, and then said, “We are cleaning this tonight.”

“Come on. I promise to clean it all up tomorrow. Can we just relax for tonight?” you begged.

Jinyoung shook his head, and you sighed. You wish he would leave it be. It was not like he is your parent. Not even your own mother would nag you this much about the cleanliness of your room. He can be insufferable sometimes.

“I will even help you,” Jinyoung offered, as if this made the situation any better.

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Protection// Im Jaebum(Part 1)

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Vampire

Summary: After being saved from an absolute stranger, you find yourself in a different world; A world you never knew existed, a world where you find yourself less protected than before.

Author’s Note:This is the first part of my new mini-series! I hope you all enjoy~

xoxo Sara

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You sat in the back room of the small coffee shop you owned with your old co-worker, waiting for her to arrive to work as you flipped through the pages of the latest book you bought. As an avid book reader and writer, you owned well over two-hundred books, which were good contributes to the small coffee shop. Once you had finished reading them, you’d place them in the shelves in the walls for the patriots of the coffee shop to pick up and enjoy while they sipped on their coffee.

“Yah, (Y/N),” Your co-worker, Tiffany giggled, “Snap out of your daydream. Your shift starts in ten minutes.”

“Yours started fifteen minutes ago!” You shouted, whipping your apron at her before slipping it on, “Don’t tell me to get to work!”

“Listen, there was a lot of traffic okay?” Tiffany tied her hair up, slipping a cap on over it, “I’m sorry I’m late. But i’ll close up today, okay? So don’t worry your pretty little head~” Tiffany tapped your head softly as she tied her apron, smiling at you before she left the room.

“I practically live here, I always close up,” you murmur to yourself, a small smile playing on your face as you bit your lip.

Your life had seemed simple enough. You have lived on your own for as long as you can remember; your mother and father had gotten a divorce when you were little, and your mother had passed away just a year or so afterwards. You lived with your grandma up until this year, when you had saved enough money to buy an apartment down the block from a little space that you had been eyeing for a long time, which was also up for rent. Agreeing to go half-and-half on the space, you and a person from your old job had bought it and turned it into a small—really small—coffee shop, something you had always dreamed of doing since you were a child.

Walking out into the small space, your eyes scanned over the people who sat in your coffee shop. There were few people who came here frequently, a small set of girls who came everyday after school, along with a boy who seemed to be there more for the books than he was for the actual coffee. Today, though, you saw new faces that you have never seen before; three men, with hair as light as the sun and skin so pale you were positive that it was their first time going outside in a while. Regardless, you served them with a smile, giving them their coffee the way they ordered it; black, with no sugar nor sweetener added to it.

You noticed the three men staring at you as you went back to work, serving the other customers with smiles although your mind was wandering somewhere else. Why were they staring at you so much?

“Hey, TIff,” you murmured softly as you went behind the counter, gripping your co-workers arm slightly, “I know you said you’d close up today.. But would you mind it if I just, stayed with you until then?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Tiffany said cautiously, putting her tray down as she raised an eyebrow at you, “Why? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you nod, showing a soft smile, “i just, didn’t want you to lock up alone, is all. It sucks having to walk home alone.”

“Alright,” She smiled, patting your head once again before lifting up the tray, “We can lock up together.”

Smiling at her, you nodded as you went back onto the floor, waiting for someone to raise their hand to take their order.

You sat at the front, waiting fro someone to order, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw a hand shoot up. You looked over to see the boy with black hair, raising his hand, his eyes staring into yours as you slowly stood.

Walking over, you smiled at him, leaning down to see the book he was reading.

“Poetry?” You hummed, taking out your notepad with a smile, “I love poetry. Shel Silverstein was one of my favorites when I was younger.”

“I can tell,” he murmured, “You have every book he’s ever produced here. Are these all of your books?”

“Yep, all mine,” you smiled, gesturing to the large shelve filled with books, “But I’ve read them all and i didn’t want them to collect dust. So I brought them here! Now, what can I get for you, sir?”

“Can I have a small cup of coffee, black? No sugars or anything in it,” he said, putting the book down as you nodded.

“We are also having a sale on pastries, freshly made. Would you like to try one?”

“No thank you, I only have money for my coffee really,” The boy smiled, wiping his hair from his forehead slightly as you nodded.

“Okay! Coming right up,” you smiled, walking to the small counters in the shop where Tiffany stood, handing her the order you had just received.

“That boy is cute,” Tiffany giggled, giving your hip a little bump, “He comes here everyday, have you noticed?”

“I have,” you hummed, sorting out the pastries in the small display glass, “He comes to read everyday. This is the first time I’ve seen him order anything, though.”

“I bet he was waiting for you to serve him,” She giggled, sliding a couple of coffees onto a tray, “He stared at you all the time, but not creepily. He’ll just peek over his book.” Winking at you softly, Tiffany left the area, making a blush rise onto your cheeks as you finished the boys coffee. Sliding a pastry into a small paper bag, you walked over and handed both of them to him.

“I sai-“

“It’s on the house,” you smiled, “And don’t worry, the owner won’t get mad. She wants you to eat, you come here everyday for six hours at a time and you never eat.”

The boy smiled at you softly, nodding his head as he slid the pastry out of the bag, “Well, tell her I said thank you.”

“No problem,” you hummed, walking away from him and to the small area you were standing at before he ordered.

The rest of the day went along smoothly; the group of men from before staying at their table, staring at you until closing, the boy from table three leaving a tip for you along with the pastry, a note attached saying that you would enjoy it more than he could.

The next day, the same people were back; the boy from table three, and the men who sat and stared at you. Walking over to the boy who sat reading a book, you placed a coffee in front of him.

“Thank you,” The boy said, a soft smile on his face as he squinted at your name-tag, “(Y/N).”

“Of course…” You said, your sentence lingering as you raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

“Jaebum.” He said, putting his book down to take a sip of his coffee. “Im Jaebum.”

“Well, Jaebum,” you said, tucking your notepad into your pocket, “I hope you enjoy your coffee.”

“Wait,” Jaebum said, looking around softly before leaning in close to you, “Those guys at table seven… They’ve been staring at you. And they’re bad news, so stay away from them, okay?”

“Why are they bad news?” You asked softly, “Do you know them?”

“I know of them, yes,” Jaebum said softly, “And they’ve been staring at you for two days. Don’t trust them. Let your friend serve them, or someone else.”

“Why are you warning me of this?” you asked, “Should I call the police on them?”

“No no,” Jaebum shook his head softly as he licked his lips, “The police won’t be able to do anything. Just, be careful.”

“Alright,” you said hesitantly, fear plaguing your mind as you slowly backed away from Jaebum’s table. How did he know of those guys? Why was he warning you?

Walking to the back room, you slipped off your apron, “I’m going on a break,” You told tiffany, “i’m going to sit out in the back.”

“Be careful!” Tiffany giggled, patting your head as she slid out her phone from her pocket.

“I will,” you smiled, waving at her as you opened the door that led to the back patio. You sat in a chair with a book in your hand, reading it for what seemed to be fifteen minutes, before you heard a whistle.

“Yoohoo,” you heard softly, your head snapping up to see the three men who were perched at table seven moments ago, “Miss?”

“Hello,” you said, slowly standing up, “I’m sorry, but this is a private back patio. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“But we have a few questions,” another said, eyes glued to you as you backed yourself away and near the door, “Would you mind answering them for us? It’s about your shop.”

“I can get my associate to answer them for you,” you said quickly, “My break just ended. I’m sorry!”

Quickly, you pulled yourself through the door and locked it, letting out a long sigh as you felt your heart beat speed up. How did they get back there? You looked at Tiffany, who stood while taking orders. Should you maybe close up the store early and go home?

“Tiffany,” you said softly as she came behind the counters to make an order, “The guys at table seven. They were on the back patio.”

“What?” she asked, filling a cup with green tea, “How did they get there? No one knows the code besides us and your grandma.”

“I don’t know,” you murmured, “But it’s making me paranoid. Do you think we should close up the shop?”

“No, no,” Tiffany shook her head, “We never close this early. Stay in the back room for a little. If you still feel uneasy about everything, then go home, okay?” She patted your back softly as she placed the tea on the tray.

“Alright,” you nodded, smiling at her before slipping into the back room, locking the door behind you. You sat there for a good hour, unable to even look if the men were still back there, waiting for you, or to see if maybe they went to sit back inside. Your mind raced as scenarios flowed through your head. You didn’t know what to do.

Grabbing your bag, you left the back room and hugged Tiffany. “I’m going to go home now. Lock up, okay?”

“I will,” Tiffany said, looking around the coffee shop to see if anyone was watching you, “Get home safe,okay?”

“Thank you,” you smiled at her, waving goodbye as you slowly exited the coffee shop, the bell above the door ringing loudly as you stepped outside.

Looking behind you constantly, you made sure no one was following you. You made quick steps to the next block, and then the next.

Once you past the corner to the block going to your apartment, you looked at the bench that sat near the bus stop. There were the three men that usually sat in your coffee shop. You locked eyes with them for a moment, but quickly sped up your steps, hoping to lose them and get to your apartment.

Your hopes were lost as you saw them crossing the street quickly, hot on your trail. You sped up your steps yet again, almost to a jogging pace, but they were still close behind you, getting closer to you with each passing moment.

Soon, there was nothing to do but run.

All you could do was run. At some point, your feet became so numb you couldn’t feel them anymore, the pins and needle feeling spreading from your toes all the way to your legs. You were unsure where you were running to, because you had nowhere left to turn. No friends, no family, no one to save you. You were alone in the world, and you were scared.

You couldn’t think straight. You felt your heart beating through your throat, the taste of your sweat on your lips as your tears stung your eyes, the thoughts of who was chasing you, who was trying to catch you, was far beyond your thoughts right now. All you could think of was how to lose them.

You could smell the freshly mowed grass you were running on as you screamed for your life, unsure of who would hear you, unaware of who might actually care. You weren’t going to try and knock on anyone’s door. That would take too long, it would give them enough time to decrease the gap you’ve put between you and them and catch you, and that was the last thing you wanted.

You wondered how you got into this situation, how you went from working at a coffee shop, a place where only few people frequently went, to running for your life from people who you didn’t know, who didn’t look harmless when they entered your shop.

And then, it went dark.

Dating Jaebum would include pt.3

I hope you guys prepared your thirsty butts like i told you to • him giving you piggy backs when your feet hurt bc of your high heels • he would sing you to sleep every night • also sings his self composed songs for your birthday • and on normal days • basically every second • because you’d love it • you would dance to got7 choreos all the time when he is not around • but one day he would come home earlier and see you in the kitchen while making dinner and dancing to ‘if you do’ • and he’d take a video • and watch it everyday • and just to show his members • because he would be so proud of his girl • bboy battle between you two • and dance battles with Yugyeom • with Jaebum cheering for you • and craving for your body • cuz he’d be about to drag you out of practise into an empty room to fuck you against a wall • he would get hard just thinking about it • but then he would cringe at your dab battle with Bambam • and Bambam would dab so hard that he hit himself • in his face • and you couldn’t stop laughing • derp face battle with Jackson • selca battle with Youngjae • who-can-shut-up-longer battle with Mark • but you would lose • i mean • we’re talking about Mark • and then you’d do an aegyo battle with him instead • savage battle with Jinyoung • staying late at the dorm with the boys and you just giving attention to Coco • pouty Jaebum • BUT COCO IS CUTE OK!!!!!!! • Jaebum trying to get your attention by taking off his shirt • and you would stare at his abs • and he’d smirk at you • but you would continue to cuddle with Coco • so he would just give up • but when you guys go to bed you would walk into his room seeing him lying on the bed • “You’re not jealous of Coco are you~” • then you’d plop down on the bed after stripping out of your clothes and spooning him from behind • “no” • “of course you are Jaebumie~” • so you would try to sweet talk him with aegyo • and it would actually work when he turned around to face you • and sees that you didn’t wear anything • he would show you how jealous he is for not giving him attention but a dog by fucking you • that everyone knows who you belong to • even Coco lol • and his members • so Bambam and Jackson would tease him the next day about getting jealous of a fucking dog • and they would snicker about you screaming ‘daddy’ all night long • so you would kick their asses • casual park dates • with him wearing sunglasses • and a cap • and a mask • just low-key af • he would tease you sexually when you’re on your period • and you going insane about it • so you would suck him and leave him on the edge before he cums walking to the living room to watch some netflix • with him following you • “baby, don’t do this” • “that’s your own fault for teasing me. but you propably know how to use your left hand.” • “come on baby girl. you know exactly that your pretty little mouth is better than my hand!” • “your loss.” • so his eyes would darken and he would walk in front of you • “you know what happens to disobedient girls who won’t listen to their daddy?~” • then he would push you down the couch and hover over you • “They get punished” • and then he’d continue the teasing until you suck him off properly • “just keep in your mind that i will fuck you against every corner of this apartment when you get off your period” • “you wouldn’t” • “try me princess” • and guess what • he would keep his promise • bc he’s a fuckboy • and fuckboys do things like that • but he would propably cuddle you after that steamy session • wait no • he would definetely cuddle you • bc remember pt.2? • he’d be the best cuddle buddy in the whole goddamn world ♡ good lord why did i even made this jaebum would include thing. im criyng i really luv it

JB Scenario - Being Overheard - Smut

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Anonymous said:

Can i request a Jaebum smut where you are at the dorm and end up having sex in his room but the members heard everything so when you get out they tease you please ?

“You promise Jinyoung took them out?” You asked for what was probably the eighth time since you’d arrived at their dorm. He rolled his eyes. He was probably just a little annoyed at your insistence of asking. After all, you’d already gone through most of your foreplay and he had been in the middle of putting the condom on. If you were going to have cold feet for fear of being intruded upon, you hadn’t picked the best of moments. You couldn’t help that you anxiety about being caught happened once your breath had evened and ecstasy subsided. “Yes, out to eat. And they just keep eating for a couple hours so we don’t have anything to worry about, ok?” He said but you frowned. You liked the members and would prefer to avoid having some unbearably awkward experience come between you. “Did you lock the door?” You asked – probably the sixth time you’d asked that question. “I’m starting to think you’re trying to avoid having sex with me.” He said, pouting as he pushed himself up and jiggled the handle of the door to prove it was locked, then he flicked the overhead light off, leaving only the lamp by his bed. “I’m not…I’m just nervous I guess. This would be our first time doing it here rather than at my place.” You said, turning pink. Sometimes you could manage to pull off a confident cool girl front but in moments like this, that would all crumble away. “You think I want them to walk in on us?” He asked, getting back onto the bed. “No…” You said drawing out the word as his hand landed on your leg. “Eventually I will not live with six other guys but for now…That’s the reality.” He said, but his voice had dropped, not only becoming lower, but softer, too. “I know…” You replied. Your voice had dropped, too, slipping away as you began to sink into his gaze, into his soft touch as his hand moved up your leg and he began to move his leg between yours and hover over you. “So do you still want to do this?” He asked and your mouth fell open, lost as his hand traveled lightly along your side. Tingles moved through you in an unescapable wave. A soft mix between a sign and a squeak tumbled from your lips as his fingers brushed over your cheeks where a blush burned. “Is that a yes?” He whispered, his eyes boring into yours. You nodded and he smirked, moving to be on top of you. You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt his tip press into your heat. With a slow, fluid motion, he brought his lips to yours just as his length pushed into you. He took a moment just to kiss you, giving you a chance to adjust to his cock inside of you before he pulled out and slid back in. After a few pumps, he leaned into your ear. “Should I try to make you scream?” Just after that sentence had wiggled its way into your arguably delirious brain, you felt him make some adjustments to his position, his length now reaching your g-spot at the depth of every thrust. Without a thought, you had had gotten a grip on his shoulder, your fingernails digging in. Usually you were not particularly loud in bed, mostly because both of your bedrooms had thin walls. However, recently he’d started to take that on as a challenge – actively trying to get you to cry out with ecstasy. “Don’t you dare!” You hissed. Again, he smirked, giving a deep and hard thrust, one that made you gasp and cling to him even harder. “What if I stole you away to a hotel? Could I try then?” He asked, nibbling at your earlobe. His thrusts were getting harder and deeper. The room filled with sounds, not yours, but the sounds of bodies coming together and very squeaky bedsprings. “Maybe.” You gasped just as he landed another thrust on your g-spot. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He said with another over-confident smirk. You managed to get in an eye roll before another thrust rocked through your body. But you were thankfully he’d managed to forego his challenge, the only sounds your relatively contained gasps, moans and groans. But with those, you didn’t realize how loud the bed was or how loud it was overall. Steadily, his thrusts increased in pace, growing sloppy and desperate until he finally reached his high and flopped over next to you. Admittedly, you liked his blissed out expression while he regained his strength and came back down. It was cute to see him with sweat collecting on his brow, flushed cheeks and a smile on his face. “They’re going to be home soon, right?” You asked after another few minutes. He nodded, pushing himself up. “It’s probably good if we great them downstairs, they’ll suspect less suspicious behavior that way.” He said reaching for a pair of briefs, pants and a shirt before he tossed you some of the clothes you kept stashed in his room. Once you were dressed, and the sex hair fixed and the room cleaned up, you left his room and started toward the living room. That was when you heard the giggling. “JB, I think we need to get you a new bed.” Jackson said, seeing you coming down the hall. “What?” Jaebum said, catching on even slower than you did. By that point, your face was already beat red, about the same color as Youngjae’s. Jinyoung and Youngjae seemed to be the most embarrassed ones. Yugyeom, BamBam, Mark and Jackson were failing at holding in their laughs and even Jinyoung was smiling, just with pink cheeks. “So…Are you going to be staying over more often? I can sleep on the couch, if you want.” Jackson said, getting those big eyes and big energy he got when he was doing a bit. You didn’t answer but it seemed like JB finally caught on. “Jesus Christ…” JB sighed, beginning to accept the inevitable teasing. “So if our leader can have a girl over, can we have girls over?” BamBam asked. “No!” JB said firmly, looking at BamBam’s overly suggestive smirk. “That’s no fair.” Mark said, but it wasn’t a serious accusation. His eyes were full of too much glee for that. “Yeah well!” And that was all JB said. They just erupted into hoots of laughter, until BamBam turned to you. “So is he any good?” BamBam asked, his sparkling with more naughtiness than you had ever possessed. “She is definitely not answering that!” JB said, moving between you and BamBam. Another chorus of laughs erupted. “We have more questions, don’t worry.” Jackson said wickedly. “We’re going back to my room.” JB said desperately, putting his hands on your shoulders and steering you away, a chorus of hoots following you. “Should we get noise cancelling headphones?” BamBam called. “Should I sleep on the couch tonight?” Jackson added. Both of those questions remained unanswered. Admittedly when you thought about it later, they had been pretty funny. Just in that moment you were too embarrassed to appreciate their humor.

Entwined

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum

Genre: Smut / Angst

Prompt: “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex)

Word Count: 1,012

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starfire

pairing: youngjae x reader

genre: mostly angst x fluff 

word count: 3.050

anon requested

authors note: I’m a sucker for angst. hope I did justice to your request and I hope you enjoy this! big thanks to for requesting!

There’s nothing more embarrassing—you concluded—than being stood up for the third time in a month. It had been four hours since your date was supposed to have started. Of course, you knew that conflicting schedules came with the territory of dating an idol and you had done your best to be understanding of the restrictions. But it wasn’t his absence that really put you on edge, it was the fact that there was never a warning.  

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Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Pt. 10

You’ve never felt kisses so light and heavy, so warm and wet at the same time.

Slave to desire. 

He’s kissing your neck, biting and sucking on your skin. You can’t keep your moans of pleasure to yourself. 

Who was the slave? 

Your fingers are in his hair, your hands keeping him close to you with his body still pressed between your legs. 

Who was the master?

You’re fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and he catches on to what you’re trying to do. He removes it, tossing it to the side for you.

“Finally getting a better look?” he asks, sitting up above you.

Your hands and eyes are roaming all over him, “Yes,” You push him back against the other side of the couch and now you’re on top of him again.

“I’ve always liked a woman on top,” he pulls his shirt off of you, gazing at your body the same way you did his. You kiss him with even more intensity than before and that’s when you feel him pick you up, keeping your legs around him.

You don’t have to ask to know that he’s taking you to his bedroom, “Don’t wake Jesse,” he whispers in your ear as you pass by his room, who’s still sprawled out on the bed. 

He’s trying to close Jesse’s door while still holding you but your leg slips from his grip and he almost drops you. You burst into laughter, causing him to sling you over his shoulder and actually running into his room. 

He plops you on the bed, hovering over you, “What part of don’t wake Jesse don’t you understand?” 

You cover your smile, “I’m sorry,” 

He shakes his head with a smirk, walking to his bathroom, “What are we doing tonight?” he asks. 

“Hm?” you try to fix your hair, sure that it’s messy from all that tousling. 

He stands in front of you with his hands behind his back before revealing a DVD in one hand and in the other a condom. 

“What are we doing?” he asks again. 

Your face heat up, feeling excited again, “Um,” 

He doesn’t rush you, but you end up reaching for both the DVD and condom and he looks so surprised that his eyebrows shoot up. You’re teasing him, knowing his nonchalant behavior was a coverup. You tuck the condom in his pocket and take the DVD. You didn’t want to have sex on the first date. 

You can’t tell if he’s shocked or mildly disappointed but he laughs nervously, “You’re just full of surprises,”  

He sets up a different movie to watch since his selection was boring, “I just grabbed a random one to be honest,” 

You lay on his bed, t-shirt back on, his shirt still off. As the movie shows the intro, you’re looking at him who’s looking at the screen. 

He turns to you, not surprised to find you staring at him, “Are we watching this movie or not? Or should we do something else?” he holds the condom between his fingers, taunting you. 

You pout, looking at the screen, “Fine. Movie,” 

He pulls you against him, so that he’s spooning you, his arm across your chest. You’re not even watching the movie. Content, your eyes are closed as you have your hand on his bicep. 

You’re in the process of having your mind completely enchanted by this man when those nagging thoughts of mind reading return. They’re so persistent that you pause the movie.

“I need you to clear up something for me,” you sit up. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You’re hesitant to bring it up, “I know it’ll sound absurd…and don’t think I’m crazy but, I did see something at the warehouse,” He listens, waiting for you to continue, “You seem to be…very influential,” you choose your words carefully, not wanting to accuse him of a supernatural ability. 

He’s looking at you, his silence unnerving, “Never heard it that way before,” he then gets up, walking out of the room. What did he mean by that? 

“Where are you going?” 

“To get more wine,” 

You follow him, passing Jesse’s room where he hasn’t moved an inch. B/N drinks from the bottle, and you finally blurt out your question, “Can you read minds or not?” he pauses in place and his silence puts you on edge. 

Please laugh, you plead inwardly with his bare back towards you, please let this all be a misunderstanding.

“No, but,” he’s holding the bottle of wine so tight you think he might break it in half, “But I can…” 

He’s struggling to speak, setting the bottle on the counter as he grips the edge, “I can’t do this,” you hear him say. You approach him slowly. What is happening right now?

“You’re making me nervous,” You didn’t expect any of your accusations to be true. You expected him to laugh it off and get back to what he was doing with you. But what he can’t seem to say makes your stomach clench in anticipation. 

“Why did it have to be you?” he looks to the ceiling with a long sigh. He spins around suddenly, gripping your shoulders, as if an idea popped into his mind, “Tell me to tell you,” 

“What?” 

“That’s it! Command me, it’s the only way I can say it,”  

“I’m not-” 

“Y/N, make me tell you!”

“I don’t know what’s going on!” 

He releases you, his hands hovering around your face and he seems so perplexed, “Look me in the eyes, and purposefully command me to tell you,” 

You’re shaking for some reason, but you look in his eyes. And his eyes look…fearful. And his fright is frightening you. Do you even want to know anymore? 

You muscle up the courage, “Tell me,” 

As the words leave your mouth, your mind feels foggy and immediately your lips are tingling. The feeling similar to when you spoke to him on the beach, only more profound. Like losing sensation in your hand when it falls asleep and suddenly waking up with static fingers. 

“I can control minds,” he confesses instantly. 

You stare at him, wanting to believe that what he says is absurd but the energy that you felt when you commanded him, nearly convinced you. 

“And you can control me,” he steps close to you and you step back. 

You realize leaving would be best. You turn for his door, him calling after you but you’re running for the elevator. Did you just make out with a complete psycho? You almost slept with him! He gets in before the doors close. He has a shirt on with his hands up in an attempt to calm you. 

“Y/N please, listen to me,” 

“You’re insane,” you move to the corner of the elevator.

“I will not hurt you,” he says carefully. 

“You can control minds?” you ask and it sounds like nonsense, “Have you been controlling mine?” Do you really believe him right now?

“No,” he says quickly, but you cover your ears with your hands. By the time the elevator opens for the lobby, you rush out, bumping into people.

You get outside realizing you didn’t drive here and you left your purse upstairs with your money, “Let me explain,” 

“Just stay away from me,” People are watching you two curiously. He reaches for your hand but you pull away from him. What else can he do?

A man intervenes, asking you if B/N is causing you problems. But he spins the man around by his shoulder, speaking in a threatening tone, “Walk away,” and with that B/N walks around him and towards you. 

But without question, the man leaves, without looking back and you stare at B/N. 

“What’s going on here?” a security guard steps in. 

B/N looks incredibly impatient, “I’m half tempted to make you walk in front of a car but there’s too many witnesses. So go inside,” The security guard doesn’t think twice before walking into the building. 

Everything else that he’s done clicks in your mind. When he demanded the money from the man when you first met. When he stopped those men at the warehouse. The way he kept demanding you as if he didn’t expect you do against anything he said. 

“Holy shit…” 

“I can’t control you,” he tells you, as if knowing where you thoughts are headed. The closer he comes to you, the more you back away from him until you’re almost in the street. You actually feel scared of him. Isn’t it just a moment ago you found his gaze alluring?

“Don’t come near me,” you yell at him and he stops walking. He stays in the same position for a few seconds and you move closer to him, “Unfreeze,” you say, not sure what the secret undo word was. 

He relaxes, looking annoyed, “You don’t say unfreeze. You just…tell me to do something else,” 

“This makes no sense. How can I control you? How can you control people?” 

He watches the people who are listening to you two and talks so that only you can hear, “Can we go back inside now?” 

“No,” 

“Y/N, I cannot control you,” he sounds frustrated now, “Believe me, I’ve tried,” 

“Why?” 

He sighs, exasperated, “Because it’s what I do. What I’ve always done. I don’t ask for things, I just take them,” 

“Is that what you did to me upstairs?” 

He looks offended, “Now you know that’s not what happened,” 

“Did you to anyone else?” 

“No. Never,” 

“Never?” 

“Well…” 

“Tell me the truth,” 

He’s physically struggling to resist you, his veins defined on his neck, but he confesses anyways, “I persuade them to speak to me but never to sleep with me. I just let it unfold,” you glare at him and he shrugs, “I like resistance sometimes. It’s no fun if everyone does what you say,”  

“Why should I believe you? You have the power to get whatever and whoever you want, and you expect me to believe your moral code is interfering?” 

“Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are,” he mutters.

“You’re disgusting,” 

“Y/N,” he blows down, holding the bridge of his nose, “I have never, ever, manipulated a woman to be with me in any way,” 

“How do I know you didn’t try it on me?” 

“I didn’t try that but if you can recall I tried to control you in the beginning. And I can’t,” 

“Why can’t you?” 

He has his hand on his hip, motioning to the building, “Can we just talk about this upstairs, please?” 

His eyes are flickering to the people around him nervously. Clearly, he doesn’t want to be found out.

“Fine,” you say. You can control him. You’re not worried. 

Eclipsed [Chapter 1]

Authors: @kpopfanfictrash & @the-porcelain-doll-xo

Creative Content Contributors: @baebae-goodnight (her moodboard featured above is perfection)

Pairing: Reader / Jinyoung / Jaebum

Rating: R

Summary: All Jinyoung knows is the dark. Shadowed and trapped, he’s become little more than darkness itself. Until one day, his world opens and he sees you. The only problem is, it’s through another man’s eyes. Jaebum.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore!”. 

Your scream echoes throughout the kitchen as you stare angrily at your boyfriend. Or the man that used to be anyway.

This man before you is lifeless, cynical and utterly miserable. He’s a stranger now, as is your home.

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Superbia.

Seven Steps to Hell: The Seventh Step.

Series: Prologue | BamBam | Mark | Jackson | Youngjae | Yugyeom | Jaebum | Conclusion

Genre: Smut, honestly; 7 Cardinal Sins! AU

Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: Kinky shit happening. Slight D/S undertones, kind of dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, among others. Don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with anything I’ve just listed. Otherwise, please enjoy^^

Edit: Moodboard below submitted by @saf0607

“It was Pride that changed angels into devils…” 

- St. Augustine 

It’s finally time to face the last one, the darkest and most cynical of the Sins. You aren’t sure how well this will go, since you know that he’s the one who holds the most grievances—that his power stems through the rest of the Seven.

You dare to enter regardless, taking a deep breath as you approach a door that’s carved with runes. The ancient language is littered all over the entrance, incidentally drawn into concentric circles, as a protective measure. The rest of the Sins don’t have protection like this, which is what makes him so much more difficult to absolve.

You lay your palm against the center of the circle, breathing slowly as the symbols glow bright red for mere seconds, before the door swings open.

It’s time.

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I Choose You (Optional Bias x Reader)

A/N: Never doubt your importance in this world. We all have our roles to play and just because your name isn’t in lights does not mean that you are worth any less…

You glanced at the crystal vodka bottle on the counter in front of you and then back at your near empty glass, contemplating if you were even going to add juice to your next round. Your eyes involuntarily moved back to the TV screen that you had been watching from your bent over position on the kitchen island counter. You hadn’t even made it back over to the couch where you had first started and you didn’t think you were going back that way anytime soon, at least not in a sober state of mind. The faces and words flashing across the screen, mocking you, were painful enough from this distance.

Vodka on ice for the win.

You turned from the counter to grab more ice from the freezer when you tripped over the bulky duffel bag that had been resting next to your feet. Muffled curses spewed from your lips, your filter already disappearing even though you had only had one drink so far. Your nerves and emotions were shot and the sight of the duffel bag made you walk to the freezer even faster. You needed more alcohol, now.

You were already packed. You hadn’t gathered everything, not even a majority of everything. You had accumulated numerous objects, clothes, and decorations in the year and a half you two had been living together, plus half of the apartment was in your name, but it didn’t even matter, not anymore. You would come back for the rest of it later or maybe never. You didn’t really want to think about it right now. Regardless, you were ready to leave…but you couldn’t force yourself to walk out of the door and out of his life forever. Even with the television special still playing in front of you, even with the stupid Snapchat article still pulled up on your phone next to you, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t pick up your bag and say a final goodbye…so, you pulled out the beautiful, crystal vodka bottle he had bought you as one of your birthday presents this year and had started your mission of draining it, hoping that at some point along the way you would get up the courage to leave.

Why couldn’t you leave?

Because you were completely and thoroughly selfish. Because as much as it pained you to admit, you couldn’t imagine life without him. You couldn’t stand the thought of his arms not wrapped tightly around your shoulders and waist as you drifted off to sleep at night. You couldn’t bear the thought of never feeling his lips against yours or your skin ever again. You couldn’t face the fact that you would never get to sneak downstairs to his studio when he was in the middle of one of his creative moods and watch how passionate he was for his music, just like everything else in his life. There were so many things that you were too weak to let go of. You couldn’t leave him…because you loved him.

However, no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you cared for him, no matter the fact that you would do anything for him, you weren’t enough…He deserved better.

You startled from your depressing thoughts, the gorgeous crystal bottle almost slipping out of your hand as the front door slammed closed at the end of the front hallway beside the kitchen. Panic blossomed in your abdomen as footsteps sounded down the hall. He wasn’t supposed to be home until later. You were supposed to have more time to pull yourself together and leave. Damn it, why couldn’t you have just done what was right when you first pulled the Snapchat article up on you phone? Why were you such a terrible person?

“Baby?” a voice echoed down the hallway.

Instead of answering, you screwed the bejeweled cap back onto the liquor bottle and tipped your glass back to swallow a mouthful of the burning liquid as a tall figure made his way around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen.

“There you are, babe,” B/N exclaimed as he approached you from behind, leaning over your shoulder to place a quick kiss on your cheek as his hand skimmed down your back to grip your butt briefly, “What are we celebrating?” he asked, not missing the flashy vodka bottle on the counter beside you but completely missing your somber attitude as he walked to the cabinet to grab a glass for himself, wanting to join the fun. You hadn’t opened the bottle since he had gotten it for you, so by his reasoning there had to be something special going on.

He was so innocently excited and it almost had you in tears. His childlike innocence was another thing you were going to miss terribly. But you stifled the tears and forced a smile, the alcohol assisting instead of hindering for once. This was a happy occasion for him after all. He was right. You two should be celebrating.

“Why, we are celebrating your bright future, B/N,” you exclaimed brightly before tossing back another mouthful of the icy alcohol.

A giggle escaped your lips as you turned to face B/N, who had just finished filling his glass with ice, and raised your glass to him. Your merry illusion almost cracked as you drank in his figure, a figure you were so very familiar with. He looked painfully good in his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His dark hair was windswept and was begging you to run your fingers through it and mess it up more. But it was his smile that had you almost breaking down again, damn that smile! You caught yourself, however, and kept your composure, reminding yourself that you were doing this for him. This was for the best…

B/N eyed you suspiciously though his smile remained, knowing you well enough to now know something was off. You usually got giggly when you were drunk but he knew you weren’t drunk, slightly tipsy maybe but not drunk, not even close.

“To your future. To new and better opportunities. To your success. To your future happiness. I wish you all the best,” you exclaimed cheerfully, finishing off the drink in your hand before laughing quietly to yourself again

“Okay, babe, what’s going on?” B/N asked, his suspicion turning to foreboding as he set his glass of ice on the counter before grabbing your wrist and taking your glass out of your hand, “What do you know that I don’t? What new opportunities are you talking about?”

“Why, your new opportunity to find new love!” you proclaimed with a smile that was too bright, too fake, and eyes that were too glassy to be sincere, “A love that is worthy of you, that you deserve. The world is open and full of beautiful women who are more fit to be granted your attention. Women who will advance you and not hinder you.”

“What the hell are you saying?” B/N questioned you, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, “I don’t need a ‘new love’. I have you.”

“It’s okay, I’ve fixed that dilemma,” you exclaimed, patting his cheek gently, “I’m leaving, see?” you continued, pointing to your duffel bag on the floor at the end of the counter, “I’m not going to hinder you anymore. Now you can find someone you deserve and be happy.”

“I am happy!” he insisted passionately as his hands grasped your shoulders, his confusion turning to anger and panic, “Who told you I wasn’t happy? Where is this coming from, babe? You can’t leave me.”

“Oh, B/N,” you sighed, unable to resist any longer as you reached up to run your hand through his soft hair, relishing in the feel of the strands weaving through your fingers, “You don’t understand. You’re confused,” you insisted with a sad smile as you unconsciously turned to look at your phone next to you, “This is what’s best for you, for your future. You need a woman who is beautiful, fashionable, talented, intelligent, and…not me. You need someone who fits you. Not someone who is so beneath you.”

His expression only became more confused and frustrated as you pressed on. Where the hell did all of this come from?! You had been perfectly fine when he had left this morning. You had spent an extra few minutes together in bed before he had finally forced himself to peel himself off of you so that he wouldn’t be late to work and you had certainly been happy then. What had happened between then and now that had you wanting to leave him?

B/N followed your line of sight when you became distracted by your phone and immediately ripped it out of your grasp when he saw the large text banner at the top of the screen, “The Most Eligible Bachelors and Their Perfect Matches.” He quickly scanned the tabloid article, becoming more enraged as he scrolled through the piece.

“You actually read this bullshit?!” he pronounced disbelievingly as he continued reading the description of the woman this article believed was his match in heaven, “You’re trying to leave me for this bullshit?!”

He looked up and for the first time since he got home noticed the story airing on the television behind your shoulder, a screen adaptation of the article he was reading on your phone. He felt like his blood was about to boil in his veins. You had dealt with three and a half years of people disapproving of your relationship. He knew it was hard on you because it was hard on him, but you had been through so much together. You had survived together and he had no intention of throwing all of that hard work away because the love of his life had somehow been influenced by a piece of shit article written by people who knew little to nothing about him.

“Are you kidding me?” he blurted, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him, “Please tell me you’re joking so that I can laugh about this.”

“I’m serious, B/N,” you asserted, shoving him off of you, your earlier cheeriness gone, replaced with determination, “I’m not good enough for you. I don’t deserve you. You deserve to find someone better.”

“You came to all of these conclusions based on this piece of trash article?!” he spat, placing his arms on the counter on either side of you so that you were boxed in, “Those people have no fucking idea what’s best for me because it sure as hell isn’t what’s written in that shitty article. How exactly do you find that you aren’t good enough for me? Please enlighten me on that fact.”

“I…I have no status. I’m just an insurance worker. I’m not important,” you stammered, your words stumbling over themselves under the scrutiny of his furious gaze, “I’m not beautiful enough for someone like you. I can’t offer you anything…”

“What the actual fuck?” he muttered angrily to himself as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Is that the best you’ve got because you have yet to list a valid reason for you to walk out of that door on me. What the hell is wrong with being an insurance worker?! Don’t you know what you do is important? I have no clue what the hell is going on with my insurance. I need people like you just like everyone else in this world, so scratch that lousy excuse off of your list,” he demanded, his face becoming flushed as you seemed to be folding in on yourself in between his confining arms, “As for beauty, what the fuck do you mean you aren’t beautiful? Just because you aren’t walking on a runway or posing in front of cameras doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. So, I guess  you missed all of those mornings I made you late for work because I could not handle how you looked and had to have you for myself before anyone else was allowed to see you just so that I would be reassured that you were mine first. I guess you also missed all of the nights I spent telling you exactly how beautiful you were to me as I held you in my arms. Good to know that those words meant nothing to you. Damn, I thought we had been connecting on a deeper level. So, there goes shitty excuse number two,” he argued, his knuckles becoming white with how tightly he was gripping the countertop, “Now for this ‘I can’t offer anything’ shit. For three and a half years you have given me your time, your support, your patience, your love, your body…what else are you supposed to be able to offer me?”

“I’m not good enough,” you maintained softly, turning away from his gaze as tears threatened to break the barrier of your lower eyelids.

“You know what, Y/N?!” B/N practically yelled, gripping your chin again and turning you back towards him, “You literally have no argument to back that bullshit up! Do you really think we would have been together for three and a half years now if I wasn’t happy?! Disregarding what happens behind the closed doors of our bedroom…and, well, occasionally other places, I am not a masochist. If I was happy, we would not be together. I don’t like wasting my time and I know you sure as hell don’t like wasting yours, so you had better start singing a different tune, darling, because this one is getting really old really fast.”

“You don’t…that is…you…” you stammered, unable to form a coherent argument.

“What, Y/N?” B/N roughly asked, slamming his hands down on the countertop, causing you to jump a little bit, “Out of shitty arguments or do you have more for me?”

“Just shut up, B/N!” you screamed in frustration as you pushed out of the confines of his arms, “Just don’t…don’t talk anymore.”

“Why?!” he proclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he followed you to the end of the counter, “Because I’m right?! Because you literally have no reason to rip my heart out and walk out that door like you’ve been trying to do all night?!” B/N sniffed as a small part of his anger faded to despair at the fact that you were seriously trying to leave him.

“Stop talking, B/N!” you demanded again, your tears threatening to escape again.

Why didn’t he understand that this was best for him? Why did he have to make this so hard? Your heart was already breaking…

“You want me to stop talking?” B/N whispered, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes before leveling his gaze back on you, his eyes hard and almost predatory, “As you wish. No more talking.”

You had no time to react except for a surprised squeal as B/N crossed the distance between you in two furious strides before he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, grabbing your duffel bag in transit. You had little choice but to grip the back of his shirt, terrified he would end up dropping you as he ignored all of your protests and kicked open the door to your shared bedroom. He forcefully slung the duffel bag across the room, the bag connecting with the opposite wall with a loud ‘thud’ followed by cracking glass as multiple framed pictures crashed to the ground from the force of the impact. B/N slammed the door and locked in before striding over to your bed and dumping you unceremoniously onto the mattress.

You weren’t drunk by any means but the amount of alcohol that you had consumed was making your head swim as you flew through the air. Before you could see straight again, B/N was on top of you, his shirt stripped off in a fury before he had your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands and you thighs restrained with both of his.

“B/N—” you feebly protested before his lips cut off the rest of your complaint.

“No talking,” he roughly commanded before attacking your mouth again.

You resisted as long as you could but when B/N got like this you had little willpower. Soon you were kissing him back, each kiss leaving you more breathless than the last but at the same time, craving more. Right before you thought your lungs were going to burst from a lack of oxygen, B/N suddenly released you. A soft moan rose from the back of your throat as he pulled away, sucking on your bottom lip and biting it softly before freeing it completely. His mouth immediately moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling relentlessly.

“B/N—” you exclaimed breathlessly again but his free hand quickly closed over your mouth.

“You’ve always been terrible at taking direction, sweetheart, even now when it’s your own order,” he mumbled darkly against your skin before pulling away from your neck with an especially passionate suck and moving back into your view.

Even though his lips were gone from your skin, the stare he was giving you right now was enough to have you trembling under him.

“You know what’s unfair?” he asked after a few seconds of silence, his lips twitching into a smirk as he removed his hand from your mouth to trace the outline of your lips with his index finger, “I didn’t get to have any alcohol and you taste just like it. I guess I’ll just have to get drunk off of you…”

He offered you a slow wink before stealing a lingering kiss that had you pulling against his restraint, much to his amusement, before disappearing from your view again. His lips returned to your neck, marginally more gentle this time as he took his time making his way down its length while his hand slid under your t-shirt, caressing your skin and pushing the material slowly up your torso. When his mouth reached the collar of your shirt he shifted his hips back to trail his kisses up your stomach, starting at the patch of skin above your belly button. You couldn’t help squirming underneath him as his tongue and teeth explored with a mind of their own until he reached the edge of the lacy but comfortable bra you had worn that day.

“This one was always one of my favorites,” he whispered as he buried his face in the crevice between your breasts, turning and sucking softly at the skin of your breast that spilled over the top of the cup while the pad of his thumb skimmed over your nipple through the lacy fabric.

Your back arched into his mouth as he continued working at each of your breasts, his hand eventually finding the clasp at the middle of your back and removing the fabric to give him more freedom. The breathless and barely restrained moans escaping your mouth were driving him just as crazy as his mouth at your breasts were making you insane. He drew another muffled moan out of you as he drew his tongue roughly over your nipple again before shifting back up to your mouth to swallow the beautiful sound. He finally released your wrists and one hand immediately found itself wrapped in his hair while the other moved liberally over his torso, causing a groan of his own to surge from the back of his throat.

“How bad do you want me right now?” B/N suddenly asked softly against your lips, your hand tightening in his hair as one of his hands gently massaged your breast.

“B/N…” you sighed, attempting to pull him harder against your lips.

“How bad?” he pressed, resisting your pull but grinding his hips slowly over yours still trapped underneath him.

“B/N, please,” you pleaded softly, your nails digging into his back as your hips attempted to roll forwards but remained frustratingly restrained.

“This that you feel right now,” he mumbled into your ear, running his tongue lightly along the shell, “This desire, this need. I feel it too,” he revealed, moving down to suck at the sensitive patch of skin underneath your ear, “All the time, for you,” he insisted against your burning skin, “I need you and not just for sex. Don’t you understand?” he asked, shifting back to where you could see him again, “I need you. You are what’s best for me. I know because I decide what’s best for me in my life. Not the media, not the rest of the world, not you…me. I do. And I want you, now and always.”

“What if I still leave?” you asked quietly, your had massaging the back of his neck while the other skimmed lightly up and down the side of his torso, “What if I force you to find someone better?”

“You can’t,” he insisted, shaking his head, “I’ll spend all of my time trying to find you again. You want to ruin my career? Go ahead. Disappear before I wake up in the morning. Put me through that heartache and you’re damning me. You want what’s best for me? Give yourself to me, your body, your love, your support, all of it. Give it to me now and the rest of our lives…”

“Damn you, B/N,” you mumbled, pulling him down successfully this time and molding your mouth to his, “I love you…I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” B/N exclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eye as he shifted back to look down at you and moved off of your thighs, “I wasn’t too worried about you disappearing on me in the morning. You’re hardly going to be able to move…”

~Fire

The Storm (Optional Bias x Reader)

A/N - It’s been a minute.

You couldn’t even remember what had started the argument.

You sat at the kitchen table, your hands flat and still trembling on the table top, warm tears flowing down your swollen cheeks as you stared blankly at the door. B/N had left over an hour ago, and it hurt you more than you imagined.

You and B/N had been bumping heads for the last month, yelling at each other for small things, insignificants things that shouldn’t have even been enough to set you two off. You both would reconcile hours or minutes later, but the next couple of days would result in the same pattern. You couldn’t put your finger on it, and neither could he, but you two had somehow reached a wall in your relationship. You weren’t moving forward anymore. You were constantly fighting, constantly arguing, constantly finding little things about each other to nitpick at. It bothered you to no end, it frustrated him beyond comprehensible means, it kept both of you from sleeping, and yet you couldn’t seem to get past it.

And after all the building pressure over the weeks, you two had finally reached the boiling point.

It was unsure as to who or what started it, but one thing led to another. The snarky comments escalated into straight accusations. You argued about everything. You fought about nothing. You screamed and you cursed at each other until both of you were ready to choke the other. You remembered telling him in the midst of the heated moment that you wanted him to get his shit and leave.

And because he was so riled up, so upset, and so done with everything going on between you two, he blindly complied.

He grabbed a jacket and his keys, and he left with a rattling slam of the door.

And once you finally realized what had happened, your anger dissipated as fast as it had come, and you broke down and cried.

It had been a week since you had seen B/N. You two spoke only in text messages and only discussed when he would return to gather his things. The texts were short and sweet, and they shattered more and more of your heart every time. You didn’t want him to leave. Deep in your heart, mind and soul, you knew that that was the last thing you wanted him to do. But he seemed so willing and so ready go to. He never mentioned the argument or talked about the hasty decision made between you two, so you kept quiet on your end.

Maybe deep down, it was something he wanted.

You slept on the couch all that week because you couldn’t handle being in the room you had shared with him.

It was late Monday evening when he decided to come get his things.

B/N knew that you never worked on Mondays, and he had been given a few personal days off from his job because he couldn’t seem to function after the argument. His mind was always on what happened and what was currently plaguing the both of you. You were barely talking to him, and he figured that you had been serious about him moving out. You didn’t want him around anymore, and as painful as it was for him to believe it, he would do as you asked. He would do whatever you asked in order to make you happy. So instead of putting it off any longer, he finally decided to go and grab his belongings while you were both available. It was a good time as any for you to get it over with.

That day had been melancholy from the start, the skies grey and gloomy since the morning. There hadn’t been any rain as of yet, but many of the news channels suspected terrible storms either late that night or in the following morning. You had been patiently waiting and hoping for the rain. You hated storms, but you silently prayed for one to blow through fiercely. It was selfish of you, but if it rained then B/N wouldn’t come over. He’d have to postpone his pickup until you were both off again, and maybe by then, you would build up the courage to apologize to him or at least strike up a conversation that consisted of more than yes/no questions and answers. However, the luck seemed to be against you as the skies continued to get darker but not release any liquid tension.

You sat on the couch, your TV set to Pandora as you stared at the blank screen and let the music take you all over the place. You kept yourself from choosing a radio station that would make you a blubbering mess on the floor, but you didn’t make any effort to skip any songs that made you hurt. You didn’t cry, your tears dried up for the moment, but you continued to sulk silently as lyric after lyric coursed from the TV and through your tired body. It was a few minutes after eight when you received a knock on your door and your sulking session was momentarily halted. Unfolding your legs from under you and staring at the door for a few seconds, you slowly made your way to it, dreading the interaction you would have for the next hour or so. You opened the door and your stomach twisted painfully in regret and longing as you met the eyes of the man who had haunted your thoughts and dreams for the past few days. He gave you a small smile that you returned with a lot of effort.

“Hey,” he said softly, his brown eyes gentle and tired behind his windswept hair. The sky was now a menacing shade of black, the chilling wind picking up violently and blowing B/N’s hair every which way. There was still no sign of actual rain.

“Hey,” you replied just as quietly before shifting to the side to let him in the apartment before anything serious happened. He came in, a small duffle bag gripped in his right hand. He had turned back to you as you shut the door and caught your gaze on the bag. You eyed the bag warily, your throat closing at the sight of it. You wanted to snatch the bag from him and beg him to reconsider and stay, but you refrained from doing so despite the fact that B/N would have willingly, if not eagerly, let you. Both of you had similar thoughts of wanting to apologize, but both of you also figured the other really wanted this to happen. Nothing was said, both too stubborn and scared to say what you really wanted to say. When a minute went by with no words spoken except by the soft music playing from the TV, B/N cleared his throat.

“I’ll only be getting a few things for now.” It might have just been your hopeful mind, but you could have sworn his words had inflected upward, as if he was asking permission.

As if he was hinting at you to stop him.

“Okay,” you nodded, avoiding looking at him. You quickly took your direction of interest to the refrigerator, your mouth suddenly dry and in need of something to help you swallow your guilt and regret. You were too busy with trying to keep your eyes away from B/N that you missed his saddened look and heavy sigh. You grabbed a bottle of water and as you took a few huge gulps of the cool liquid, you allowed yourself to turn back and watch his back disappear into your once shared bedroom. You turned your back and faced the sink instead, the corner seemingly more appropriate to look at. Your breath was hitching, and you could feel your tear ducts refilling. Damn it, you didn’t want to cry right now. Not until after he had left.

Your tears were prematurely stopped as a shrill, continuous screech of a noise erupted from the TV. The sound then broke into several sustained notes of equal pitch before an automated voice filled the air of the room.

“We interrupt your programming to deliver a warning of severe storms in the areas of…”

The music on your Pandora had paused and had been replaced by a severe storm warning. Your eyes then went to the windows, and you saw that the wind was blowing even more ferociously, but there was now accompanying rain. Seconds later, the announcement revealed that your area was under tornado watch.

Shit.

Your thoughts were instantly on the fact that B/N would be stranded at your apartment until it blew over. You wouldn’t let him leave in such weather, no matter how awkward this would be for the both of you. You laughed humorlessly to yourself. You got your wish, but it was late and only making the situation worse. That’s what you got for being a stubborn jerk in the first place. You finished the rest of your bottle as the warning finally disappeared and your music started back up. You glanced back at the television then down the hall towards your bedroom. You wondered briefly if you should warn him, giving the chance he was too busy packing to hear the warning himself. But then again…. maybe it would blow over quickly. Maybe it would only last a few minutes at most, and then—

Flash… BOOM!

Your heart had already startled at the sight of bright strike of lightning flashing across your window, but it nearly stopped completely as the sound of the roaring thunder followed not even three seconds later. In straight fear, you crumpled to the ground, your back against the sofa and your head braced between your knees. There was another flash and then a seemingly louder crash of thunder before the lights flickered off and the music of your Pandora station cut off completely. The power was off. It was fully silent besides the pattering of the huge raindrops against the ceiling and windows and the erratic pounding of your heart in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body trembling. You stayed in that position for what felt like hours when it only a few minutes.

“Y/N?”

B/N’s soft voice reached your ears and you felt his presence closing in on you, but you kept yourself in your protective position, your terror keeping you from unfolding. You felt his hands pull against your arms, wanting you to move them from around your head and knees. You reluctantly allowed him to, and slowly, you lifted up your head. The room was dark, but you could still see his concerned expression and kind eyes. He could see the fright in yours, and he wanted nothing more than to take that fear away from you.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he reminded you, and you nodded.

Without saying anything more, he gently gripped both your hands and coaxed you to stand. Lightning stuck once more, and you fell into his arms without a second thought. He didn’t mind in the least, embracing and shielding you. He led you to the hallway, which was the safest area with no windows or glass nearby. You noted from your pressed position against his chest that he had pulled out a few comforters, a blanket, and a pillow off your bed and put them in the hallway to create a pallet. He then led both of you down to the ground on top of the comforters before throwing the blanket over you. You let yourself fall into his embrace, cuddling further into his chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, whispering comforting words in your ear and stroking the skin of your arms until you visibly calmed down. Eventually, the pelting rain, flashing lightning, and screaming thunder didn’t seem so bad now that you were in B/N’s arms again. You appreciated him doing this for you. He was always your rock when the storms came through, and while you were in a tight spot at the moment, you were really thankful that he still decided to take care of you.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his chest, and you received a hum in response.

You and B/N stayed tightly pressed together, both listening to the storm take out its anger on the world.

“B/N,” you spoke up after counting 100 of his heartbeats. “Will you stay… after the storm lets up?”

You didn’t receive a response right away, and it terrified you. However, your face was gently coaxed upwards seconds later, and you met his relieved gaze. His thumb stroked across your cheeks then your lips.

“I thought you wanted me to—”

“No,” you negated quickly. You brought your lips to meet his, your eyes tearing up once again. “I’m sorry. I was stubborn and stupid. I want you to stay. I never wanted you to go.”

“I never wanted to leave,” he whispered, his grip tightening around your body as he kissed your lips once more. “I never want to leave.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again against his lips that never let up.

“I’m sorry,” he echoed, eventually rolling you over so he could have better access to your mouth. He kissed you with fervor for a few minutes before pulling back. “I’m sorry about everything. I hate arguing with you.”

“Me too,” you agreed, using B/N’s braced position above you as a chance to wipe at your face. He pressed his lips to your cheeks and forehead before leaving light kisses on your neck, your arms wrapping back around his neck and waist to pull his weight back down on you. “I can’t believe it got this far.”

“It won’t ever get this far ever again,” he spoke determinedly, looking into your eyes with certainty. “We won’t do this anymore. It’s me and you. I promise, baby.”

He sealed the promise with more kisses, and both of you agreed through your actions and whispered words to never let such petty things destroy what you had. The storm blew over hours later, and it took with it the wall that was holding your relationship back.

~Ice

anon asked: 😳 your blog is awesome so far~! can you also do GOT7 for the cheek kiss after a first date?? tysm babe

hi anon, you’re cute

Mark:

Right before you parted ways after your first date with Mark, you leaned over and pecked his cheek as he told you some funny story about the rest of the members. I hope you weren’t looking forward to hearing the ending of said story, because as soon as he felt your lips on his cheek, Mark wouldn’t be able to speak or even think anymore. A smile would burst over his features and he’d let out a feeble giggle. He’d be blushing for a while thinking about it.

Jaebum:

Ok so here’s the thing about Jaebum- if you kiss him and then try to walk away or say goodbye, he’s going to stop you from being able to do either of those things until he can repay the favor. Seriously, he’ll grab your hand if you try to walk away, a big smile on his face as he leans in to kiss your cheek and whisper, “Have a good night,” in his deep ass voice wow can i get a jaebum

Jackson: 

Jackson would be loud. As soon as you kissed his cheek, he’d squeal/shriek and when you pulled away, he’d do a little happy dance as you walked towards your house. I think he’d turn to make some joke to you and only then realize you were almost to your door, prompting him to sprint after you and hold the sides of your face as he planted kisses on your nose, forehead, chin, cheeks, and well, if you want, he’ll kiss your lips, too. 

Jinyoung: 

Jinyoung would be internally screaming when you kissed his cheek, but he’d play it cool… for about five seconds. As soon as you pulled away and he looked over at you, he would become a blushing, smiling, mess. He’d be really shy for the remainder of your time together, blushing whenever you looked at him. Right before you said goodbye, he’d pull himself together enough to ask if you wanted to maybe do this again sometime tomorrow 

Youngjae: 

After you kissed Youngjae’s cheek, he’d freeze momentarily, his little heart racing. If you tried to walk out to your house/car/whatever, he’d probably start to whine about how cute you were and claim, “Seriously, my heart hurts!” I think that by the first date, Youngjae would have gotten over a lot of his initial shyness through recognizing you returned his feelings, so he would probably stall you from leaving for a while just to ramble about how happy he was. 

BamBam: 

After you kissed his cheek, BamBam would be losing his shit internally, but he’d try to play it cool, winking at you and asking, “Don’t you think you missed a spot?” while pouting his lips to convey the message. If you did kiss him for real, he’d freak out and turn into a babbling, blushing wreck when you pulled away. If you didn’t, he wouldn’t be hurt or anything and would probably laugh it off before kissing your cheek back and sincerely stating that he really liked you, want to meet up again soon? 

Yugyeom: 

You already made his day by going on a date with him, but you kissing Yugyeom’s cheek really sends him over the moon. He’d blush a little and noticeably become 190832x happier. Whereas the other guys would move to kiss your cheek back, I think Yugyeom would pull you into a tight hug and excitedly explain how happy you’ve made him today and how glad he is you even gave him the time of day and this might last a while

48 22 with jb?💕

22. “Come over here and make me.”

48. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

“Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” Jaebum asked as you walked out of the room you shared with him in nothing but his oversized, baggy shirt; you shot him a wink and hummed lightly as you walked around, cleaning up the room and saying, “Because it looks better on me, of course.”

Jaebum turned around on the couch so that he could watch you pick up the room and you could almost feel the sexual tension in the room but you decided to push him farther; you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing it gently and then quickly pulling away once more.

Jaebum made a low groan and then spoke up, saying, “You should take off that shirt before I make you,” he growled, looking at you with dark eyes; “Come over here and make me,” you said before running back towards the bedroom as Jaebum chased you, hot on your heels.

Give me a pairing an AU, and I will write a three-sentence fic~

The Matchmaker

Moodboard by: myself. Theme : Park Jinyoung aka. The Matchmaker.

Title : The Matchmaker

Pairing : Jaebum x Reader x Jinyoung

Genre : Fluff, Romance, Angst

Author : Me

Summary : You love Jaebum, with all your heart. There is no way he would love you back though, considering you’re too scared to even say hello to him. One day, your friend tells you about the Matchmaker, a man who can help you get the love of your life and you decide you need this person in your life. This is the only way to make Jaebum and you a whole.

“What do you want from me?” His voice was god-like, just like his suit. It all felt like you were meeting with Cupid himself.

“Love. I need him to fall in love with me.” Hoarse was the answer, steady, sure. This was your most precious wish now.

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The Visit

Title : The Visit

Pairing : Choi Youngjae x Reader

Genre : ANGST (If your heart is weak, don’t read this, I mean it.)

Words : 1338

Summary : Youngjae comes to see you with a present.

It rained today. The grass is covered by countless droplets and it’s shiny. It’s another one of these days when the earth smells like the end of summer. It’s humid, cloudy and white.

It looks like heaven.

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Mark; 

-the two of you would be laying in bed still, binge watching ‘The Walking Dead’ when he’d suddenly start pressing his hardened member against your backside as he gently rubbed at the front seam of your shorts- 

*pressing his lips against the nape of your neck* “Daddy needs your sweet pussy right now, kitten..”  *slowly wraps his free hand around your throat*  “I need you to be a good girl for me, okay?” 

Bambam; 

-while you laid in bed, watching as he combed the room with his camera this sudden mischievous grin painted across his face as his slow panning halted the instant he reached you- 

*making his way over to you, he stood at the edge of the bed; scanning your exposed body with his camera* “Baby, I really want you right now..” *his hands caress your legs, circling your inner thighs*  “I wanna film us fucking okay, babygirl? You look so pretty on camera..”

Yugyeom; 

-as you helped him practice a new routine he was learning, your bodies became heated and melted with the sensual rhythm- 

*looking at the way you moved against him in the large mirror, he roughly grab your hips* “Look at how perfect we look together babygirl..”  *gently licks a broad strip along your neck before nipping at it* “Oppa wants to fuck you right now, okay?”  “I want you to watch Oppa fuck you senseless.”

Jinyoung; 

-the two of you would be at some fancy dinner party with JYP and some of his fellow costars when he’d suddenly grip your thigh; grazing his fingertips along your inner thigh- 

*leans over to you as the other are busy in their own conversations* “Don’t make a sound..” “Keep your legs nice and open for me, okay baby?” *his fingers start to gently rub your dampening slit as he adjusts his posture, just giving you a smug grin as he circles your clit and just watches as he tortures you*

Jaebum; 

-he’d watch as you made dinner, just admiring every part of you until he saw you bend over the counter; something about the way you looked just completely aroused him- 

*walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist*  “Baby, Daddy needs you..”  *roughly presses your torso onto the counter as he grinds his hardened member against your bum*  “Daddy needs to fuck you right here.. right now.”

Jackson; 

-the two of you would be laying in the living room together when he’d start getting frisky; rubbing your bum and thighs, groping your breast all while the members were still home- 

You: Babe, we can’t everyone’s home, what if they walk in?

*pinches your clothed nipple while grinding his manhood against you* “Who cares? They could watch for fucks sake, I just need to be inside that tight little pussy of yours right now..” 

Youngjae; 

-you’d be sitting on his lap, the two of you cuddled underneath a blanket while y’all and the others watched some action film they decided on; he’d suddenly look up at you, watching as you attempted to suppress your needy moans while he teased your cunt- 

*presses his lips against your cheek before whispering* “Sh, shh princess- if you make a sound Daddy will punish you, understood?” *licks his lips as you grin while slipping his hand into your shorts, teasing your drenched entrance* “Mhmm, my little slut’s always so ready for me..”

Amaranthine

Title : Amaranthine (Endless)

Pairing : Im Jaebum x reader

Genre : ANGST 

Words : 1221

Summary : You, Jaebum and forever. It is everything you need, and you give it to him for your anniversary.

Part of the Series Paradise Lost 

It’s an amazing feeling.

You feel great. The moment you were done, it was blissful. It’s not like any other day. You’re lying next to your most precious person. Jaebum is right next to you. You try turning to the right where you can see his head resting peacefully.

He looks like an angel.

Today is your anniversary. You had prepared a great diner for both of you and Jaebum had been incredibly late.

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Paradise Lost - A GOT7 Anthology

- Moodboard by the Amazing @th7thsense ! Thank you so much <3

Seven stories, Seven happy moments turned into chaos. Paradise lost is a collection of angst. It is a compilation of torments, thrill, but also forgotten happiness, drown into delicious pain and sadness. 

                                 Paradise Lost - A GOT7 Anthology

✣ Mark - Delusion                             

✣ Jaebum - Amaranthine

✣ Jackson -

✣ Jinyoung -

✣ Youngjae - The Visit 

✣ Bambam - Bandits 

✣ Yugyeom - Summer Solstice