Faded Love | Pjm

faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ unedited

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex.

This moodboard was made by my incredibly talented best friend @me-trash-tbh​ and, I love her so much

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: established relationship, domestic! Jungkook, smut, fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Guys, I love Jungkook. Like, I’m so sorry but, this is just pure fluff and filth. Love you. Also this is unedited for now, it’s 2am plz save meeee (update: it’s edited now woohoo)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (stay safe ladz), explicit language.

“They’re staggered so, we should push now…”  

You hear your boyfriend mutter from the other side of the room, body bent towards his computer screen.  

He’s been at this for hours now, fingers furiously working his keyboard, throwing suggestions/commands at his friends through an expensive headset.  

“Yah, we’re almost there…just stay focused…”  

Another encouragement is grumbled through his pouted lips as his hands make another commotion against his laptop.  

A fond smirk caresses your mouth and, you shake your head, positively endeared by his dedication to his game.  

You don’t want to interrupt him, you know playing video games for hours on end, shot gunning ramen like tic tacs is a luxury for him and, he deserves that. You’d be lying though, if you said that your side of the bed was aching for him a little bit. The bed you shared with Jungkook is massive, far too big for one person and, spacious enough for both of you to starfish across the surface comfortably.  

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I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT NOTICED 😂😂

this man did not see shit

Flame

Hey guys, Amanda here! I’ve been kind of slow on this update but again I wanna limit my posts to about once or twice a week. I’m a busy girl, ya know? Being 18 ain’t easy xD Anyway, I am actually really proud of this one, the inspiration just kind of streamed through me when I was writing it. Let me know if I should make it into a series! I hope you like it as much as I do and if you do, please heart it, reblog it, or follow! Love y’all, stay safe, and borahae!

Genre: bad-boy yoongi! au

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Word Count: 938

Warnings: pyromania, intense descriptions of fire and setting things on fire

Summary: Yoongi should learn to not judge a book by it’s cover, especially when it comes to Y/N, who is a lot more than what she seems.

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  “Take me on a ride.”

  He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and took the cigarette that he was about to light, “What?”

  “I said, take me on a ride.” I stood before him, wearing my neatly tucked-in blouse, grey blazer, and grey pants. My hair was previously tied up into a slick ponytail before I had taken it out after exiting the building where my office was located.

  He scoffed, looking me up and down, “You’re kidding, right? Little Miss Princess who wears pencil skirts and ‘Mary Jane’s’ wants to ride on a motorcycle with the big bad wolf?”

  My eyes narrowed in my classic intimidating stare, however he seemed unaffected. “Don’t pretend to know anything about me, Min Yoongi.”

  He shrugged and shook his head before placing the cigarette back in his mouth and taking out his lighter. He pushed the trigger, causing a flame to erupt. The orange glow flickered as it caused the end of the white cancer stick to light up red. The hue of the colors could be compared to the colors of the sky, although the sky was more toned down and had pink in it. The sunset was beautiful. If I were sitting on my roof and watching it like I used to in my teen years, I would feel complete serenity. Calm, happy, and relaxed. However, the gorgeous mix of pinks and oranges in the sky could not compare to the vibrant orange flame that had lit the cigarette between his lips. His hands were rough, veins coursed through them. His fingernails were slightly dirty and his knuckles were slightly bruised. Mysterious and appealing is how I would describe them as one of them shielded the flame from the slight breeze and the other held down the trigger that ignited the flame. But again, not as appealing as the fire that had captured my attention. 

  I stared into it, my eyes glazed over. Ever since I was small, the dangerous element had always intrigued me. I remember staring into the fireplaces during the holiday season while my family talked about whatever - I never paid attention to the conversation. I was too enraptured by the flames. I remember how I would always have candles in my room, providing me light. I preferred it that way, instead of turning on the headache-inducing bright light of my bedroom. Natural light had always been favored over artificial light during my lifetime. My friends who came over thought I was some type of hippie, but alas they were wrong. I just liked fire. The smells that encased my room from the candles were just a bonus. 

  When I grew into my teens, my interest in the destructive hue of orange had grown. From me playing with sparklers and fireworks in abandoned buildings with friends to burning pages of books in a bucket. There is nothing more beautiful than the charred ends of paper where the words had once rested but were now gone forever. It’s aesthetically pleasing, the crisp ends of burnt book pages. Which is why I burned over half of my books in the small bucket in my backyard. 

  Bonfires were always my favorite hangouts. My friends and I would have one or two every summer just to appreciate each other. From cheap stolen beer that they had copped from their parents to roasting marshmallows on a stick. They were always fun, and I was able to stare at the fire, lost in my thoughts as my friends enjoyed each other’s company around me. I was unable to resist the flickering of orange, the warmth that it gave off. Enough warmth to make me want to engulf myself inside of it. I’ve never tried though. I may be intrigued by flame, but not enough to set myself on fire. Maybe enough to hold my hand over a lighter until small blisters made their appearance, but not enough to commit suicide. 

  He chuckled, his deep voice had an edge to it, slightly raspy as he inhaled the cancerous fumes from the lit cigarette. The flame that I had been staring at for who knows how long had been taken away far too soon and abrupt for my liking. I blinked a couple of times to process, to come out of my thoughts and away from the fire. He put his lighter in the pocket of his leather jacket as he leaned on his motorcycle. His brown eyes searched mine, looking for something. For a motive. For any possible reason as to why I have approached him. His search was a lost cause, because I, myself, was unable to make clear as to why I was intrigued by him. By this mysterious man with rough hands and a cigarette addiction. Maybe it’s because he’s dangerous. Maybe I’m just attracted to danger. My mother had always called me a daring girl. From all the abandoned buildings I explored as a teenager, to the adventures into unknown places that I’ve indulged in, to the crowd of misfits I called friends, to my very love of flame, I would say she was right. 

  “You’re playing with fire, little girl.” His raspy voice cut the silence, cut the tension that I was sure that only I had felt. He wore a small smirk, almost as if he was daring me, curious to see what lengths or what ends I would go to. 

  My eyes sparkled with excitement, an excitement that I haven’t felt in years. A shit-eating grin grew on my face as I looked him dead in the eyes, “Good thing I’m a pyromaniac then.”

Lethal’s Masterlist (Updated)

Started: 6/30/20

Last Updated: 7/26/20

Total Works: 7

Key: (M) - Mature/smut

BTS:

Imagines/One-shots

Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

- Flame (bad-boy!au)

Summary: Yoongi should learn to not judge a book by it’s cover, especially when it comes to Y/n, who is a lot more than what she seems.

Hoseok

- Mi Corazon (Fluff)

Summary: Y/n takes Hobi to meet her family at one of their famous Miami block parties.

Jimin

- Luck (Fluff)

Summary: You’ve always been there for Jimin, supporting him through the majority of both of your lives, and he plans to thank you for it.

Taehyung

- Damsel (s2l!au)

Summary: Does fate exist? Maybe. If it does then it has one twisted way of bringing you and Taehyung together, the man that had to save you even though you two have never met a day in your life.

Jungkook

- Buttercup (Angst)

Summary: In which Y/N and Jungkook attempt and fail miserably at maintaining their “no feelings attached” agreement.

Smut

Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Blurbs/Drabbles

Namjoon

- Comfort (Bff!au, Angst)

Summary: “I feel like I’m more of a background character.”

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

- Coincidences Happen...(Humor, Crack)

Summary: "Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook have all the permission in the world to end my life and I would say thank you.”

Taehyung

- Cheat (Bff!au, Humor)

Summary: “I’m trying to cheat but I’m doing it wrong.”

Jungkook

- Cheat (Bff!au, Humor)

Summary: “I’m trying to cheat but I’m doing it wrong.”

- Love Again (Angst, M)

Summary: “Would it be too much to ask if you could remind me what it feels like to be loved again?”

Series

Namjoon

Jin

Yoongi

Hoseok

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

this will never not be funny