If This Was Turned Into A Novel, I Would Totally Buy It. The Storyline And Emotions Emitted In This Is

If this was turned into a novel, I would totally buy it. The storyline and emotions emitted in this is amazing.

•▨ The Choice ▨•

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Pairing: Bastard Prince Min Yoongi x Virgin Reader

Genre: Fairytale/Fantasy AU • Smut • Fluff • Angst

Word Count: 7300

Rating and Warnings: (M) for mature themes, innuendo, and sexual content • injury • loss of virginity • mention of a side character being too rough with his lovers • 

Special Thanks: A huge hug and a ton of love goes out to my FIRST EVER beta reader (and tiger king wife) @xjoonchildx​. • Also thank you to (my other tiger king wife) @ppersonna​ and (actual angel) @joonglows​ for giving fabulous encouragement and listening to me whine. 

Author’s Note: Hello @shadowsremedy​! Remember that one time 300 million years ago when you sent me this prompt for the WYR game? So this story happened… I hope you like it! Sorry it took for-actual-ever. 

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a lady born of fire and light

within her blood runs holy might

she must forge her lover’s throne

destroy what once was set in stone

her maidenhead shall be the sign

For from her springs the true king’s line

First Prophecy of the Current Age, Kingdom of Norlandria

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“My lady… I think you may have the wrong room.”

The cloaked figure seated serenely on his favorite chair - in his bedchamber - simply tilted her head.

“No,” your lips twitched in subtle amusement, “I am exactly where I meant to be.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Here? You meant to be here - in the bastard prince’s sleeping quarters?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes met his with cool defiance. Yoongi felt his body stir in response - as it always did when you were near.

Gods this is a dangerous woman.

His hands clenched into fists.

“My lady -” he emphasized your title deliberately, “you cannot be here.”

“And why is that, Min Yoongi?”

It’s been years since he heard his name on your lips and he was utterly unprepared for the effect of it - utterly unprepared for the sharp shot of pleasure twisting low in his belly or the heat that curled up his spine. 

Only the dull fingernails digging painfully into his palm kept his reactions in check.

“Have you forgotten who and what you are?”

Emotion flared in your eyes for the briefest moment.

“No. I have not forgotten.”

Yoongi crossed his arms, leaning back against his large wooden wardrobe with a dismissive scoff.

“Clearly you have, so it falls upon me to remind you that - as the only daughter of our high priest - a child of prophecy - and the sacred virgin bride of the future king - my brother - you have no business-”

“I am not here for your brother,” your voice cracked like a whip, cutting off his condescending tirade with pointed intent, “I am here for you.”

Yoongi felt the deep stirrings of fury boil up in his blood. He stormed forward, slamming his fist on the desk beside you.

“Is this a trap?!” he growled viciously, “Some sort of elaborate ruse cooked up by my brother to lure me into treason?”

“No-”

“Then are you trying to get us killed?!”

“Yoongi - please - listen-” you reached out to grab his sleeve, but he was too fast. He caught your bare wrist in his hand and you both froze.

It was the first time he had ever truly touched you.

It was the first time anyone but your parents and your handmaidens had ever truly touched you.

Gods she’s soft.

The thought flashed through Yoongi’s mind before he could stop it, stoking his anger all the more.

He swore loudly and yanked his hand away.

“Do you not comprehend that even being in the same room with you alone is a death sentence? You cannot come to my quarters in the middle of the night wearing -” the words choked in his throat as his eyes dropped below your neck- “spirits and saints preserve me - WHAT are you wearing?”

“A nightgown.”

“I can see it’s a nightgown woman - er my lady - but the fabric-”

You nodded pleasantly, “It’s the finest in all the land.”

Yoongi opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again.

“It’s completely see-through.”

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Would you rather be arrested by Jin or Tae?

▨ Arrested ▨

Pairing: Detective Kim Seokjin x Criminal Reader (Reader has a nickname)

Genre: Fluff • Angst • A Bit of Humor • A Hint of (Light) Smut

Word Count: 2690

Rating and Warnings: (M) for mature themes, innuendo, and light smut • mentions of heartbreak • criminal activity • morally questionable choices • a bit of rough contact and manhandling (very minor) • not as dark as it seems at first I promise • handcuffs obviously •

Author’s Note: This was my first time doing one of these and it totally ran away with me… 🙈 but I really enjoyed writing it and I can’t wait to tackle the next ones. I actually received two anon asks with this same request, so - to whoever you lovelies are, I hope you like it.

“You always did look good in red.”

Your fingers froze for a fraction of a second on the final button of your shirt.

You knew that voice. For years it filled you with warmth…

Now there was only dread.

“And here I thought saintly policemen preferred nice girls in white,” you drawled coolly, in stark contrast to the chaos his proximity had unleashed within you.

Your eyes did not seek him out, but every other sense stretched toward him with painful intensity.

“I should,” he shot back sharply, not bothering to hide the bitterness in his voice, “I should want someone else.”

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Heart of the Storm

Jeon Jungkook was the handsome RA that you could never quite bring yourself to talk to, and you were the ice princess whose status kept you far out of his reach… But a selfless act of kindness in the midst of a terrible storm forges an unexpected bond between you - one that could break your guarded heart… or finally set it free. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff • Smut • Hint of Angst • Secret Feelings/Strangers to Lovers

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6200

Warnings: mentions of emotional neglect • reader has a phobia of storms • very unsafe sex (shield it when you yield it y’all) • hints of classism 

Author’s Note: I will be blunt… This fic was actually very challenging to write. I did not expect it to take so long or so much. There are a couple of people without whom I would simply not have been able to finish it. My wonderful “Fick Riders” Ana, Lindy, and Donna a.k.a. @xjoonchildx​ @ppersonna​ and @taetaewonderland​  • The Lovely Lemon @lemonjoonah​ whose friendship never fails to shock and uplift me • Feedback Queen Rumu @kigurumu​  • and the beautiful angels in the BTS Smut Hub who offered me relentless positivity when I needed it most..

This fic is a little different from my typical style, and I am really happy I was able to finish it. I meant it as a gift to my followers for hitting my milestone and I actually hit another milestone in the time it took me to complete this! I just discovered this didn’t tag and my heart is just a little bit broken… Why?

You’re afraid of storms. 

Born to privilege (at least so you’ve been told), but money could not buy the love of absent parents, nor could it purchase any sort of freedom from the kind of fear that gripped you now. 

You shouldn’t even be here…

Alone in a dorm while everyone around you caught planes and trains and buses back to their diverse points of origin. 

The bed across from yours was usually occupied by your roommate and best friend since high school. She was a scholarship case at the elite private prep where the wealthy dynasties of Southern California sent their entitled spawn. 

A lone pair of Chuck Taylors in a sea of Jimmy Choos.

And a breath of fresh air.

Her father worked in stores; your father owned them, yet, despite the chasm between your social circles, you had become sisters, bonded by something far stronger than blood. 

When the storms came, she climbed into your bed and held you till the thunder passed. 

Unfortunately she and the comfort of her familiar embrace were 30,000 feet above you now; well on the way to celebrate the spring holidays with her chaotic tribe. 

You could have escaped for the week (like the majority of your peers), but your father was on vacation with his new wife (who graduated from high school a mere four years before you did) and the dorms were infinitely more inviting than the sterile halls of your family’s real estate holdings. 

So here you were. 

Alone in a storm.

Or so you thought…

Being an RA looked good on resumes and paid better than most work study jobs, but for Jeon Jungkook, the obligation to stay in the dorms over spring break (when he could be chasing music festivals along the California coast) was a definite downside. 

He heard sobs on his way up from the laundry and dropped the basket of clean clothes on the stairs. 

Only one person signed up to stay over the holidays; the only person who managed to spark shivers down his spine without effort or awareness. 

The princess. 

That’s what they called you when they thought you weren’t listening. It was an unoriginal label laced with jealousy and petty bitterness. 

But it fit you, nonetheless. 

Elegant even when you were clumsy. Distant even in a crowd. Reserved in ways that spoke of intensive social training and endless expectations. 

And you were screaming. 

His hand wrapped around your doorknob in a matter of seconds, but you could not hear him calling out to you over the thunder and the ringing in your ears. 

You did not hear the lock splinter when he slammed his body against the frame like his father taught him to do in case of a fire or an emergency.

Jungkook saw you often in and out of the dorms, yet you never really spoke to him, never offered him more than the occasional pleasantry or disinterested smile. 

He was out of your orbit and you were out of his league. 

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L is for Lunacy (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Established Relationship / Light Angst / Fluff

<< A FOLLOW-UP ONE SHOT TO THE ART OF WAR MORE >>

Synopsis: After two years of being sworn enemies (and 42,000 words of shenanigans), you and Jungkook had finally begun dating. As it turned out though, dating wasn’t any easier than coming up with the perfect witty retort to wipe the smirk from his face. When you came to the first Big Decision of the relationship, it was honestly anyone’s guess as to how things would go.  

Warnings: handcuffs (male + female), oral (male + female), very explicit dirty talk, degradation, semi-public making out, condom-less sex, cum play, things get soft (except Jungkook’s dick). Seokjin randomly procures invitations to formal events; no one really knows how.

Word Count: 15,790

Author’s Note: In order for this to make the most sense, I would recommend reading The Art of War More first! Thank you :)

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ceo!yoongi - daddy’s little girl

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ summary: it seems like hwayoung might have a favourite parent, and, spoiler alert: it’s not you.

→ genre: ceo!yoongi universe, fluFF aka jimin and hwayoung in matching teddy jackets, angst because parenthood is hard, lil touch of smut because yoongi n y/n have missed each other and hwayoung keeps cockblocking them womp womp

→ wordcount: 5.5k

→ notes: if you missed the ceo!yoongiverse as much as i did i hope you’ll like this drabble!! i’m sorry it took so long ya girl’s been buSY as heck! anyways i have moVed on from google translate and i have a vEry special translator who i will not expose in case they want to remain anonymous but for those of you who were horrified by the google translate korean from a couple drabbles ago i hope this time around it’s better!! also i couldn’t come up with a better title so get ur minds out of the guTTER

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is, go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

or if you’re interested in reading other ceo!yoongi drabbles: the proposal | x | the wedding | x | the first date | x | jealousy | x | baby makes three | x | the fishnet stockings | x | baby min’s timeline | x | the birth of baby min | x |

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n (or hwayoung?? u won’t get a lot outta her unfortunately) anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’re pretty sure hwayoung hates you

which is NOT fair because you gRew her for nine months and um also YOU BIRTHED HER

“we’re never going to get this diaper on if you keep kiCking me” you scowl as her tiny foot digs into your (still sensitive) stomach and you wince in pain

how the frick do diapers work

it’s just deconstructed underwear and you can’t even figure it out

which way is the back????

“okay, let me just…” you lift her up a little and slide the diaper underneath and plop her bum back down

hm

no that doesn’t look right

maybe that’s the front???

“sorry, wait-“ you lift her up again and she gurgles when you whIp the diaper away from under her “okay, now i got it”

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ceo!yoongi - the first date

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!au, the fluffiest fluff, humour, first date jitters, taco trucks

→ wordcount: 4.4k

→ notes: loNG LIVE the ceo!yoongi universe because here is the first date drabble!! i’d say it takes place like a week after the night of the gala and if you have no idea what i’m talking about go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit 

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

yoongi has had ENOUGH

why are ties so hard to tie?????

why can’t the world just accept him for who he truly is 

clip on ties and all

he groans to himself when he’s unable to loop the thing through the other thing and grumbles before ripping the tie off and tossing it into the closet again

okay look

he’s just feeling a little nervous

it’s weird!! he’s never ever usually nervous about things

speaking in front of 10,000 people at events? that’s fine

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