Amazing, Will There Be More ?

Amazing, will there be more ?

Armed to the Fangs series index

Summary: You grew up in the Hunter’s Guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. While making the rounds one night, you encounter Taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. Next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. Finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

Pairing: eventual ot7 x reader

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 - coming soon!

This is so good, will you ever continue it ?

Void - Part 1 (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 7.9k 

Part 1 / ?

Warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension

A/N: This chapter focuses on Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jimin. But trust me, all seven will get involved before this is over.

Afficher davantage

Amazing fic !!

Combined Beings

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

SUMMARY: You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

WARNING IN THIS PART AND UPCOMING PARTS: cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭),  deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence

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“Listen, do you want me to punch them?”

Your best friend and co-worker, Ari, spoke from her spot next to you as you two eyed the other workers there. They were all mindlessly staring at their computers or highlighting papers all while they took breaks bringing you down.

You snorted. “No. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“It’s just annoying the way they believe they are the most beautiful creatures when their personalities are complete shit,” Ari scoffed out, glancing at you before you two looked away from everyone. You two faced the other way towards the muffins the CEO’s had dropped off early in the morning when no one was there. “Like, I’m all for women power but, fuck that power when it comes to them.”

“Ari,” you chuckled at her words and she shrugged, as if she didn’t say anything wrong. And she didn’t. You just didn’t want her to be the subject of teasing next. “Listen, don’t worry that pretty head of yours. I’m not exactly phased by it.”

“As long as you aren’t,” she looked at you, eyeing the strand of hair you placed behind your ear. “Remember, you are just as beautiful and you are absolutely breathtaking.”

“I’m going to start dating you if you don’t stop.”

“Please, do so,” she winked at you playfully before you two giggled at one another’s words. It was cut short when a voice broke you two out of your bubble.

“Y/n, stop hogging the food, I’m sure you’ve had enough by the way you look,” Ari rolled her eyes when you two turned around to see, Iseul, the woman who will not leave you alone, and Minjun, who bullied you because said woman did so.

“Oh, please, it’s embarrassing that at your age you’re acting so immature,” Ari gave the woman a deadpan stare. “Let’s clear up, too, that your inappropriate work clothes aren’t going to attract the attention of the CEOs.”

“Just leave us alone,” you breathed out, not phased by Iseul’s words. “You clearly are too bored that you’re not minding your own business.”

“You better watch the way you speak to your elders, y/n,” Minjun seethed at you and the way you spoke to Iseul.

“Again, emphasis on the ‘elders’,” Ari smiled sarcastically before grabbing your arm and leading you away. You got stopped, though, when Minjun grabbed your arm rather harshly, his bitten off nails digging into the flesh of your arm.

“You’re nothing here,” he spat out. “This business isn’t for girls that look like you. You and your friend here, if you keep talking to us with such disrespect, I will take this to the CEOs.”

“Act your age,” you glared at him, pulling your arm away from his grip. You and Ari walked away while your dearest friend rubbed the damaged skin. “He really said this business as if we didn’t work on trading products.”

“They probably don’t even realize the stupid words that escape their lips,” Ari shook her head. “But, anyway, with her and his horrible personality, they won’t won’t get anyone.”

“Minjun is so whipped for her,” you pointed out and Ari hummed at your words. “It makes me feel bad when he gets treated badly by her but, when he says stupid stuff like right now, I don’t feel bad. Does that make me a bad person?”

Ari smiled at how kind you were. It was the best and worst trait of yours. You really needed to be the badass woman she saw when you were at the club and a guy tried groping you.

Let’s just say, the guy ended up with a nose that his girlfriend, who attacked you instead, had to pay for.

“I love you so much,” Ari spoke, “but don’t feel bad for a douchebag like him. He put himself in that situation, lovely.”

You hummed in agreement as you sat down by your desk, Ari sitting next to you.

“Are you staying later by the way?” You asked her and she shook her head, sighing in relief.

“Thank goodness I don’t,” she breathed out, placing her hands behind her head. “For the first time, I am going home early.”

“Lucky,” you pouted. “I’m staying late.”

“Poor you.”

She laughed at your pain before you two started on work, working on the things you needed to in order to get out of work quickly.

It wasn’t long before you and your supervisor, Eunji, were the only ones left in the building, both of you giving each other assignments once in a while while bringing one another food or water.

“Y/n!” Eunji spoke loudly from her office room, glancing down at her watch while her bag was over her shoulder and her jacket was placed on her forearm. “Hey, I have to pick up my son from my mother-in-law’s. The documents that you are finishing need to be handed to Mr. Park by 7. His floor is second to last and his assistant is there, tell her about the documents, and she’ll let you hand them to him. I have a folder on my desk and it’s the yellow one. And that’s about it. Can you do that?”

She looked at you and you processed the information before nodding. “Don’t worry. I’ll have them turned in before that.”

She smiled at you. “Thank you so much. I wouldn’t have asked you for this but the documents are important. My son was just feeling fussy so I have to pick him up.”

“Don’t worry, Eunji,” you playfully rolled your eyes at her. “No, go. I’m okay doing this.”

“Call me if you forgot what documents you need to turn in.”

“I will.”

You sighed as soon as she got into the elevator, looking around the building as the sunset came through the windows, alerting you of the time.

You looked down at the documents again after putting music on and pursed your lips before puffing your cheeks.

You really needed to sleep early.

After 20 minutes passed, you glanced at the time. 6:33. You grabbed what you needed before heading towards Eunji’s office, grabbing the yellow document she told you to get on top of her desk.

Walking to the elevator, you moved around in the uncomfortable flats that were starting to hurt your feet since you had been walking around in the beginning of work, being told to do this or that by Iseul. After all, you couldn’t say no since she only got the job because of her persistent mother who donated so much to the company.

You looked up when the elevator made a sound, letting you know it opened. But, you were startled when you saw a man there, jacket on his arm and a black mask on covering the lower half of his face. He looked at you with such piercing, beautiful eyes, staring at you up and down.

You cleared your throat softly, getting in, and glanced at the buttons in front of the man.

“What floor?” The man asked, giving you a look one more time before his hands hovered against the things you were looking at.

“Second to last floor,” you answered, fingers drumming against your arm since you had them crossed over your chest.

“So, you’re going to see Mr. Park?” The man asked and you nodded timidly. He hummed. “Have you ever met him?”

“No,” you shook your head. “This will be my first time. My supervisor is usually the one to drop them off but, she had to leave early so she left these behind for me to hand.”

“You’re overworking, then?” The man questioned next and you pursed your lips before shrugging.

“I guess you could say that,” you replied, sending him a small smile as he continued to look at you here and there. “I don’t mind, though. I like getting my work done even if I have to leave home late and even if I don’t get paid for those hours.”

“What’s your name?” The man hummed once again, putting his jacket on. Once he did so, he placed his hands in his pockets, eyes meeting yours. He arched an eyebrow before sticking out his hand. You glanced between it and his face.

“My name is Y/n,” you answered, shaky hand touching his. Your breath hitched in your throat as his icy hand held yours tightly but soft at the same time. You could tell he smiled by the way it reached his eyes, clearly wanting to tease your reaction. “What’s yours?”

Dramatically, the elevator pinged, and you looked up to see the doors opening.

The man next to you stuck out his arm, letting you go first and you bowed, heading towards the pregnant assistant who was standing up to get a drink. You smiled at her and she did, too, but she focused on the man who came out with you.

“Mr. Park!”

“Hi, Binna,” he bowed and you held in your gasp at who he was. He towered over you, shoulder bumping into yours as he got closer to you, grabbing something from his assistant. He looked at you. “I got it from here, by the way. You should head home, I want you to go eat dinner and be with your family.”

Binna nodded and bowed at your boss. “I will, Mr. Park.”

She turned to grab her stuff and Mr. Park turned, too, the documents handed to him still being held in his grasp. He glanced over his shoulder, tilting his head to the side, instructing you to follow him.

You nodded and did so, bowing goodbye to his assistant, thanking her even if she hadn’t talked to you, but she, nonetheless, did the same.

You walked behind Mr. Park, taking in your surroundings. God, his office was such a spacious place with only his assistant in the front of the elevator, and then having to take another hallway to get to his office.

He opened the door, making you go in first, and he went second, closing it behind him. The heels of his shoes hit the floor as he walked towards his desk, making you gulp.

You breathed in, hoping your awkwardness won’t course through your body and hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What happened to Eunji?” The man spoke as soon as he sat down. He looked at you and he took off his mask, running a hand over his hair. You tried hiding the way your breath hitched in your throat. He was so beautiful.

You cleared your throat. “She said she had to go pick up her son from her mother in law’s.”

He nodded and looked at you intensely, his gaze burning holes throughout your body. You walked toward him, handing him the documents.

He hummed and grabbed them, his fingertips brushing against the skin of your hand, a surge of goosebumps rising on your arm.

He looked at the documents before fully looking at you, his gaze dropping down your body subtlety that you yourself didn’t even notice since you wanted to get out.

He surprised you, though, once his fingers reached out to grab your arm. His thumb ran itself over the skin where Minjun’s fingers left a bruise, some skin having peeled off, too, but not to the point where you bled.

“Who did this?” He mumbled to you, standing up from his chair to stand in front of you.

You debated whether you should tell him, but you knew he wouldn’t believe you once he tried doing something about Minjun. After all, Minjun was close to Iseul and she had more power than you. You could look like a fool and you’d be fired.

“Um, I did it?” You mentally facepalmed yourself at your tone before closing your eyes and sighing.

He chuckled at your words before glancing at you. He turned around and grabbed a kit nearby, grabbing some things.

“I know it’s not bleeding,” he said, “but I’d rather clean it and put the bandaid on.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Mr. Park,” you tried to wave him off but he gripped your arm, wiping the skin with an antiseptic wipe.

“I don’t mind, y/n, right?” he looked up at you through his lashes, making you nod. But he arched an eyebrow. “Words.”

“Um, yes, Mr. Park.”

He smiled at your words. “Better.” You looked down at the way he placed a bandaid on your arm and he snorted at the designs. “Hope you like it.”

You looked at it and smiled in amusement, the bandaid having been one of Barbie. You chuckled just like he did, eyeing it before turning to look back at him.

“Thank you,” you bowed your head and he hummed before grabbing another and giving it to you.

“Here, have it,” he said. “I’m pretty sure all of them are Barbie so, enjoy one. If you get hurt and you want a pretty bandaid, come see me.”

“Thank you again, Mr. Park,” you bowed again before walking away.

“Don’t hesitate to come up here if you want to tell me who did that to you,” he spoke up, causing you to freeze in your steps. You opened the door. “I don’t tolerate harassment.”

You nodded. “I’ll tell you. Thank you.”

“Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Mr. Park.”

“So, he just took care of that for you?” Ari looked at the bandaid in shock, clearly still processing the fact that you had met one of your CEOs. “He even knows how beautiful you are.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“I’m being serious, y/n,” she swatted your arm, looking at you with wide eyes. “If I go up there right now with a scratch, I’m sure he would just ignore me.”

“Not true.”

“Uh, scratch me!” She exclaimed, sticking her arm out. You raised an eyebrow at her, glancing at her and then down at her arm.

“I am not hurting you.”

“You’re gonna hurt me,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows. “I will do anything to prove my point.”

“Oh my god, I’m not gonna even get to scratch you,” you crossed your arms as you stared at your friend, “especially if I’m doing it on purpose.”

“Hmm…”

“Those pants look tight on you,” you two turned to look at Iseul who came forward, a coffee in her hand. Ari smiled at her presence for the first time.

“Hey, Iseul,” Ari started, “did you gain weight?”

Iseul’s head snapped up to look at her and you turned around to grab your coffee, knowing fully well you couldn’t do much to stop your friend. You just stood back and will step in if necessary.

“Excuse me?” The woman asked with attitude seeping through her words. “You shouldn’t be talking to me that way, I will have you fired.”

“I’m just saying,” Ari shrugged. “You’ve been bullying, y/n, for her weight but maybe it’s because you’re projecting.”

Ari tried to hide her smile at coming to feel Iseul grab her arm. She really did take this serious.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Ari.”

Iseul’s fingernails did dig themselves into the girl’s arm, blood coming out of the wound. You sighed and grabbed your friend’s arms as soon as the other woman left.

“You’re bleeding, you idiot,” you breathed out, about to grab a napkin if it weren’t for Ari immediately moving away from your grip.

“I’m going to ask Eunji if she has documents to take up.”

Ari left quickly towards Eunji, ignoring the woman’s concern over her evident wound. Ari came out with documents and sent you a thumbs up, heading towards the elevator. You shook your head and sat on the chair by your desk, watching the elevator stop on the floor you were at yesterday.

It didn’t take less than five minutes for Ari to come down, a grin on her face. You stared at her, unfazed, before your eyes came to set on her arm.

“He didn’t take care of me like he did to you yesterday,” she smiled triumphantly, like as if she did something amazing. Her face then morphed into one of pain when she finally registered her wound. “Fuck, give me a bandaid.”

You already had it out, knowing she was already going to ask for it. She smiled before you two went back to work, doing the assignments due.

A couple minutes ago, Jimin Park sat by his desk, thinking about you.

In fact, he didn’t know why he was thinking about you. He never payed attention to any of the people who worked for him and the others, but why did he help you yesterday?

There was something about you. And it wasn’t the way your pants fit on your figure and the way the blouse looked so pretty on you. You were attractive, but those eyes of yours who looked at him in a way many didn’t look at him.

Every woman he’s come across immediately came onto him. Even people who worked for him. Boundaries were never set and they only saw him as an attractive man who they assumed can win over.

They would sit on his lap like he couldn’t say no. His silence, in their mind, was an invitation. And he hated being seen as an object.

So, when your innocent self came into the room, he noticed. He noticed the way you awkwardly stood and looked around, the way you only handed him documents, and he knew that you were there for innocent matters.

While he was thinking about you, a knock was heard from his door, and he looked down at his papers.

The door opened and he looked up before coming across a woman that pursed her lips, documents in hand. He looked back down, sticking his hand out, and feeling the documents she gave him on the palm of his hand. She stood by his desk, waiting for him to speak.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked, his gaze not leaving his work.

“No, sir. Is there anything you need?”

He glanced to the woman with a deadpan expression and shook his head. “You can go.”

She nodded and bowed, leaving, but he noticed the wound on her arm.

She could put a Band-Aid on her own arm.

Love this fic so much !!!

pairing: idol!namjoon x reader genres: social media au, idol au, ?????? warnings: suggestive sexual content, some cursing, implied sex, fat shaming rating: PG13, unless stated in the part status: completed

notes: reader is foreign, meaning not Korean, plus sized and feminine. the faceless photos i am using for them reflects this. also, assume the boys are speaking/typing in korean to each other, and interacting with YN in English unless otherwise stated. don’t think too much about it, the language isn’t the main point of the story

summary: after meeting in a cafe, you and joon find each other on social media. he offers to help you with your language studies as he travels for “work”.

(📄) - written

Prologue 📄 Public Profiles Private Profiles (01) doubt you’ll find her (02) 심쿵 in english? (03) keep talking, kook (04) #AudioPoetry (05) well, that’s not good (06) oh. i can explain. (07) damn right kim namjoon (08) … so you’re hard? (09) so fucking worried (10) consensual handcuffs (11) collection of ties (12) don’t be jealous  (13) so worth it (14) kook, give it back (15) scream-tweeting (16) sex week (17) foot ENTER mouth (18) scared to love (19) NAMGI NEVER DIES (20) who or what is NURI? (21) ROLL THE DICE (22) WHY U SO GOOD? (23) unfortunate 📄 (24) double 1s (25) #GroupChatBros (26) staying for breakfast? (27) six months later (epilogue)

taglist:

@agustdez / @zxlla / @dreamcatcherjiah / @anothermisspark / @rjsmochii / @colourfulnightmare / @dinopowa / @yuusilverscar / @thisrandombitch / @mini-coop25 / @xxxanimangxxx / @ephyra1230 / @wystfulaster

This is great, may I be tagged for future chapters ?

prologue (tmp) | knj

your boyfriend breaks up with you and when you tell the reason to your roommate, he offers to help you out — in a way totally unexpected.

pairing : roommate!joon x reader (f) rating/genre : 18+ // smut, hurt/comfort, roommates au, fwb au. warnings : none except insecurities wc : 1.1k note : the chapters will also be the same length as this one haha!! hope you like it!

masterlist (series) | main masterlist

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Once again, you fail.

You sigh and slump back against your headboard, tired of the situation you have found yourself in for the upteenth time. Your hands fist at your bedsheets in frustration as a tear slips past your eye.

You should not be so affected by the words of a guy who doesn't even know what he wants for himself. But somewhere, you know he tells the truth. You are inexperienced, it doesn't need a genius to figure it out. But you are tired of your little relationships ending due to that reason. It's absurd to think that these people get with you and later think they can't be much bothered by your ass.

You groan and get up, slowly trudging towards the living room. As you open the door of your bedroom, you are met with darkness, and you assume Namjoon has already retired to bed. But as you walk further into the living room, a faint light catches your eye and you see Namjoon camping on the couch with his laptop on his lap and eyebrows drawn taut. The soft light of the screen illuminates his face and you see how concentrated he is, probably finishing up his report– or watching something as you see his fingers don't move and different colors flash across his face.

You walk towards him slowly, lazily, and it's as if on cue that he pulls out his earphones and looks up at you, a slow smile building up on his lips.

"Hey– omg Y/N, you are crying?" his peaceful tone immediately switches to one of concern when he spots you with tears in your face. You sniff with a chuckle as you wipe them away with your sweater paws and he hastily shuts his laptop, keeping it away and sitting up straighter.

He extends his hand out to you and you take it without second thought, rushing to sit beside him as he wraps and arm around your shoulder, letting go of your hand. He looks at you with a look you can't decipher – half because of the lack of light in the room and half because of your already blurry gaze.

"What happened?" His voice is soft, and it makes your worries fade away, if only a little.

"We, we broke up." you provide and he sighs, as if expecting that very reply. In hindsight, it should hurt you that your relationships and their early demise is so predictable that people don't even try twice before putting in their guesses. But, it's also the blatant truth. And you have known Namjoon for more than two years now, so you understand that his reaction is from no place of contempt.

His thumb rubs soft circles on the skin of your forearm and he pulls you in a little, understanding you. It's when he says your name again, in a comforting way, that you spill.

"He said," a chuckle makes its way past your lips as you recall the ridiculous reasoning of your now ex boyfriend, "he said that I am way too inexperienced for his taste." you finish, and even though you don't expect Namjoon to react instantly, you don't get any reply from him for a few too many seconds which makes you turn your head towards him.

You find him looking at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, as if he was going to say something but stopped before the syllables rolled off his tongue. As soon as he notices your eyes on him, he closes his mouth and gulps, before speaking.

"He said what?"

You laugh, forgetting that this is the first time you are actually spilling your breakup woes to your roommate. Usually if he asks the reason, you play it down, too embarrassed to let him know the actual one– but this time, you didn't hold back. Something you know you will overthink later but right now you can't care much.

"Yeah. He's not the first one though." A furrow forms between his eyebrows and he throws a look at you which shouts 'explain' and so, you do.

"I don't have much sexual experience. And sometimes, it has been the cause of the demise of my relationships. Though only three of them have met the same fate as this one, it's still a thing now for me." you don't think your explanation is understandable, but your roommate understands you.

"That's ridiculous."

"I know." you whine, punctuating your sudden change in tone with a laugh. He notices it, but doesn't question you. Of course, the ever sweet and understanding Namjoon. You continue, though, "But I feel like it's the truth. I mean, I am pretty inexperienced," you avert your eyes from his gaze before speaking more, "College was pretty bland for me. And I know sexual experiences don't dictate one's life, it's just my own–" you cringe before saying that word, "desire to explore more."

You are again met with silence, but this time it was expected. He is not your best friend for you to rant to him about your sexual experiences– or lack thereof. You mindlessly breath him in as his hold around your shoulders never loosens.

This was a bad idea, you think now. How are you supposed to go on with your day knowing the man in the room beside yours knows how you struggle with your exploring your sexuality. You almost think of finding a new apartment to move into before you hear his voice, soft and unsure, but still audible and there.

"I can help."

Did you, did you hear him right?

"Huh?"

He removes his hand from your shoulder and turns to face you completely, and you turn to him too, moving on autopilot.

"I said, I can help you. I have a little bit of experience and I can help you explore your needs." he explains with a light shrug, as if offering you to help you buy the grocery.

It's not that simple, you wanna shout at him. But the words get stuck in your throat as you think more about it. Namjoon offering to help you? Help you with literal sex endeavours? This hot tall guy who everyone has a crush on, or may you say would like to be crushed by is offering you this? Be real now, you'd be a fool to deny it.

But another, rational part of your brain (hardly awake and coherent) wonders if it would be a good idea for you both as roommates. Won't it affect your relationship? As friends? Your lips form a pout and you wonder out loud a simple,

"How?"

Namjoon seems to mull over your question, a few seconds of stillness passing by between you too. You aren't actually thinking much, just waiting (a little too eagerly) for his reply, when a slightly sheepish look crosses his features and he suggests,

"Well, for starters, do you have any toys?"

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Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

They have been popular in waves worldwide and elsewhere since the 1980s. Following a resurgence in popularity in 2003, gel bracelets became the subject of a widespread urban legend linking them to a supposed sex game, explaining their popularity: they were subsequently dubbed "sex bracelets."

Yellow - wearer is willing to hug

Orange - wearer is willing to kiss

Glittery Yellow - indicates kissing and hugging is acceptable

Glittery Purple - willing to French kiss

White - wearer will flash what they have

Purple - wearer is willing to kiss a partner of either sex

Clear - indicates a willingness to do anything the snapper wants

Pink - wearer is willing to give a hickey (18+)

Glittery Clear - wearer will let the snapper "feel up" or touch any body part (18+)

Blue - indicates oral sex performed on a guy (18+)

Glittery Pink - willing to "flash" a body part (18+)

Green - indicates that oral sex can be performed on a girl

Red - wearer is willing to perform a lap dance

Glittery Green - the wearer is willing to "69"

Black - the wearer will have regular "missionary" sex

Glittery Blue - is willing to perform anal sex