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Prey for Me
Summary: King Min Yoongi is known as being fierce, cold, and deadly to his enemies. How are you, a shy doe, going to survive working in the home of your natural hunter with no where to run?
Written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Bingo Bash. Prompt: Sexual Tension
Pairing: King(AgustD) White Bengal Tiger Hybrid Yoongi x Servant Chital Deer Hybrid f. Reader
Genre: Smut, NSFW
Warnings: Smut, language, dirty talk, oral sex (m & f recieving), fingering (f receiving), penetrative sex, unsafe sex (be smart yall!), threesome (ffm and reader is not a part of it directly), voyeurism/exhibitionism, light choking but not really just more firmly grasping the throat, over stimulation, squirting, cream pie, cum play, servant/royalty dynamics, hunter/prey dynamics, kissing
Word Count: 4,258
Your father’s gambling problem worsened when your mother left for a more strapping younger buck. She left you and your father behind like nothing. Falling into bad habits hard, your father gained so much debt some men came to your house demanding payment. Unable to pay, your father offered you up as collateral. Kicking and screaming, you were pulled out of your home. Not only crying pleas to the men taking you away, but also towards your father who sold you off like it was nothing; just like your mother. You wanted none of this, and it wasn’t yours to pay.
Now here you are as a servant in the castle. All the funds you would make go to pay off your father’s debt. There are not any other does in the castle, making you scared and often staring at your surroundings with large eyes. Your large ears twitch at the slightest sound too. It isn’t until you run around a corner, fluffy white and brown tail raised as you scramble across the floor, to stay out of sight from the large wolf officials that you meet your first friend.
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strawberry blond | pjm.
pairing. jimin x female! reader
genre/prompt. jimin takes a lot of photos; established relationship
word count. 1.3k
content. some mature language I guess but other than that its just cute married fluff with shy lil minnie!!
synopsis. You always wondered what was in those photo albums, but he was willing to let you into his world at his own pace.
writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! this was the easiest prompt to come up with acc but it’s my favorite :)) I listened to strawberry blond by mitski while writing this!
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Your ears perked up at the sound of a camera shutter, the book you were holding releasing you from its firm grasp on your consciousness. You were so immersed in your reading you didn’t even notice the dip in the mattress before the shutter went off. Looking up from your momentary source of joy you look at the culprit, your permanent source of joy, the blond boy with a glinting silver wedding band on his ring finger. He slowly lowered his camera, a pretty peach blush spreading across his cheeks as he found out he got caught. His eyes avoided your gaze as he waited for the photo to print out of the polaroid, a small smile now the companion of his deepening blush. He was always so damn adorable, you nearly had to stop yourself from cooing at his actions most of the time. Despite being married for 3 years after an 8-year relationship, he still was bashful when it came to romantic gestures. Banter and skinship? Fine, didn’t affect him whatsoever. Now, saying romantically cheesy things and holding hands in public? Absolutely not-- he’d overheat from how red his face gets from those things. He was always like that, although it was worse when you both started dating. He’s more comfortable now, initiating rather than reacting, which was something you were glad about. He was comfortable enough with you to seek those things rather than hope you do them.
You grinned at his retreating form as he went to the other side of what will be the bedroom of your apartment. You watched intently as he opened one of his two precious boxes with “PARK JIMIN” scribbled on messily with Sharpie. He had mentioned those two boxes were where he kept all his printed out pictures and polaroids taken as well as adding a “please don’t open them, my love” into the mix as usual. He stashed the picture he just had taken of you away tenderly in one of the countless photo albums of Polaroids and photographs he kept, however this one looked different from far away. Definitely far more expensive than the others he buys, but its not like you’ll pry about it. He was very sensitive about his photographs, so he was practically the only one who was allowed to look at his still memories and you were okay with that. There’s no use in making someone you’ve spend most of your life and hopefully all of your future with uncomfortable. He had always been into photographing things he found “beautiful and worth remembering”, in his own words. Even during elementary where you’d both met he had disposable cameras which he took pictures of different things at recess that caught his eye and of both you and him as well as his other friends. After getting his first Polaroid camera for his 12th birthday, they’d been inseparable ever since. You stretched, now fully detached from the book in your sheet-covered lap.
Your back was against the wall for what felt like hours as you both didn’t have any furniture yet, causing your back to be stiffer than it would normally. You’d insisted on buying new furniture to signal a new start in your lives after moving from the apartment you both lived in for most of your relationship, but didn’t account for the delivery date and the move-in date, which left you with just a mattress against the floor and a bedside table your husband vehemently refused to get rid of. Something about bro-code and not being able to throw away something his bros got him or whatever. Beats you, it’s not like it was an ugly design or color. Just a plain orange wood IKEA bedside table that’s probably in thousands of aesthetic pictures online out there. A polaroid he took of you last night laid on the same table and your cheeks suddenly heat up at the image. He took it while your eyes were closed in the climax of uh… intimate affairs. Yeah, that. He never left his pictures out in the open like that though, so you spoke up.
Your “hey, love?” was met with a hum from the blond man, his back still to you as he put the special-looking album and the other albums gingerly back into their box.
“You forgot one…from… last night,” you ended the statement in a whisper, the lewd image making your confidence fade, demeanor reminiscent to how your own husband was a few minutes ago. You took the photograph in your hand and held it out for him to take. When he turned around and saw your hand, a flash of recognition went through his face. A mischievous smirk carved itself into his usually timid face and he stuffed his hands into his short’s pockets. He was usually the shy and reserved one, however, when you showed his usual qualities it triggered cocky and sadistic Park Jimin to make an appearance. Bastard was taking pleasure in your embarrassment. You rolled your eyes and waved the picture in his direction. Weirdly enough, his demeanor never faltered. He’d always fussed over putting them away and keeping them stored safely, away from prying eyes, but why was this clearly intimate picture any different?
“I’d like to hang that one up, actually. Hmm… let’s see… should I put it right above the bed? Maybe put it at the back of my phone? I’d like to stare at it as often as I can,” he teased, feigning a thoughtful expression as he trailed off. Your whine of response caused his smirk only to widen. Your brain finally caught up to the situation and your eyebrows furrowed. Now this was new. He never did that… He’d store all his pictures without wanting anyone to see them even before the start of your relationship. The pictures he took were always too precious to him for anyone else to see, too personal, he’d said often when anyone did ask. Your clear bafflement showed on your face as your head automatically tilted in question. He seemed to take notice and understand why you were confused rather than annoyed. His expression finally faltered slightly, the smirk falling from his lips only to be replaced by a small smile and a soft flush on his cheeks once more
“I’ve um… thought about it… for a while. Since we got married, actually. I want...” he trailed off, his voice faltering. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing once again. “I want to show you all of my photo albums and the pictures I’ve taken… if you’d like? I want you to well... know all of me.” His voice trailed off at the end as he scratched the back of his neck.
You were left absolutely stunned. The situation you were suddenly thrust into had you completely taken aback. You knew how much his still memories meant to him and for you to be allowed to view them—to be the first known person besides him to view all of them in their entirety—it made your eyes water. It warmed your heart that he would trust you so much as to see even the deepest part of him he wished no one to see. It was a big step for him emotionally and the fact that he’s taking it made you just so damn happy. Your silence wasn’t mistaken, though. The lifetime you’d spent knowing each other gave him the ability to read you as though you were a book at the library. He knew how touched you felt and it only caused his blush to darken slightly. He knows what he’s going to show you. He loves taking pictures-- loves taking pictures of you. You’ll get to see how happy you make him. You’ll get to see exactly what he thought when those pictures were taken through the scribbles and dates on them. You would finally get a glimpse into the mind he had sealed away for protection. With a smile and nod, you accepted this wonderful change to your life.
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a bit about forgetfulness | jhs.
pairing. none really
genre/prompt. alien! au
word count. 600+
content. none questionable
synopsis. Hoseok has a very different idea of who’s in the wrong here.
writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! This was a quick little thing I had in mind that I wanted to get out. I plan to make bigger alien fics though maybe one for each member since I really love those kinds of aus.
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“Now, why are you glaring at me?” said the red-haired boy across from you whilst rolling his eyes. You scowled at his answer, clear distaste showing across your features just like the hour prior. He really didn’t see what was wrong with what he did, huh?
“Well, gee, let me think Hoseok! First of all, you drak all the almond milk and left the two other types of milk completely untouched—three cartons by the way, if I needed to remind you-- in the fridge. Then, you clogged the toilet with your… your powers just because you thought it would be funny to see my reaction and now well I don’t know, my roommate is right in front of me acting like he doesn’t know me and looks genuinely concerned! I don’t know Hoseok, it doesn’t seem too farfetched to think that the fact that Jungkook is looking at me like I kidnapped him is your fault! Call it a hunch!” Your statement ended in frustrated screaming as he looked at you with a expression that could be described as guilt mixed with mirth and that only served to fuel your potent fury at your unexpected new roommate. Hoseok was an alien, in simple terms. He referred to himself as an “intergalactic being whose sole purpose is to reignite the Earth with its needed life-force”, but you stopped listening at the big word “intergalactic”. He said he came from the universe over, his planet deeming him most fit to do this role. When he introduced himself, his name was a series of clicking and whistling, and your puny college student brain could not manage to do such a thing any time you wanted to call him so he was simply Hoseok for now. He was well-versed in the English language, though, another attribute that won his superiors over for this mission. Even if he didn’t know the certain word for something, he’d simply use a scenario or a sentence to describe the word he’s looking for and you’d be able to provide, the only real up-side for you to being an English major.
He scrunched his nose and looked at the slightly disheveled younger man sitting on the floor, now coaxed with an ice cream cone and a Switch from his earlier “who are you?! Where am I?!” tangent. If there was anything to calm the younger man from anything during the scorching months of summer, it’d be the banana ice cream cones from the corner store. The Animal Crossing villagers’ language as his character interacted with them was all that rang through the apartment as his brain whirred to formulate a coherent, stutter-less response and his above-average-sized “heart” beat. It took several moments before he met your eyes and simply muttered a guilt laced “I’m sorry”. The roll of your eyes caused him to at least try and defend the Jungkook situation.
“Well, about the chi—err, Jungkook… He had asked, quite enthusiastically if I may add, to see some of my powers and I had planned to simply change his hair color. As you can probably assess, however, my mind… what is it…? Bu… ‘Bugged’ out? Is that the right word? Anyways… since my mind inflicted it with no set ill intent, however, it is most probably that his… amnesia? Forgetfulness will wear off in twenty-four hours or so. Most probably, anyway,” he finished, letting out an awkward cough at you clear distaste at the fact that he wasn’t even sure that your precious little roommate would ever remember you again. You needed Jungkook to pay his part of rent and if he can’t remember anything, he can’t do anything to pay it. So, you were in trouble and so was he. Essentially, Hoseok royally screwed up and you were on the very verge of evicting his otherworldly ass out. It’s not like he paid rent anyway.
“Well, lady, I may not know you, but you sure do know your way into a man’s heart, I’ll tell you that,” spoke up Jungkook from his sitting position on the floor, eyes still glued to the screen. Jungkook’s phase when you had first met of having an infatuation with you was finally happening again. All you could do was groan helplessly and hope that Hoseok was right.
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dusk till dawn | kth.
pairing. taehyung x female! reader
genre/prompt. misunderstandings, marriage! au, angst
word count. 1.2k
content. none questionable, maybe hinted cheating? but it’s a misunderstanding so not entirely
synopsis. You trusted him with your heart, but after seeing him with another, could you again?
writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! It’s not based off the song of the same name but I did listen to it while writing. This is my last square in the row I chose :) Everything flowed out surprisingly quickly for this one. Like it took one hour at most, but I’m proud of it.
The flickering of lights showed little solace to the broken heart which you nursed. As you clutched your body, shaking with the sobs which consumed it, the broken pieces of your heart before you seemed to mock your naïveté. You’d placed the entirety of your trust on his palm only for him to close it and crush it. It’s not as though you could deny yourself of his blatant infidelity. You’d watched it happen after all. The Louboutin stilettos you’d picked for today which were once on your feet laid at the door of your shared bedroom with the one which you though was your beloved. You’d dressed up to surprise him and yet, all you’d found once you neared his office was your heart cracking. The journey home was filled with questions of superficial concern uttered by those which served your husband, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but nod and send a watery fake smile. Every minute you’d spent replaying the scene you walked into caused your heart to shatter just a bit more, making it so by the time you walked numbly into the bedroom, your knees buckled and your face gave out. Your face of pretense was unable to be kept any longer than it already had been put up. No, everything was not okay.
You weren’t meant to walk into that, that much you were aware. After all, why would it be intended for you to find your husband with his shareholder’s mouth on his? No, you hadn’t stayed long enough to watch as he pushed her forcibly away from himself and break their contract. How could you stay that long? Your weakened heart didn’t allow it. You’d read too much about this, all of your friends had gone through this, everyone had told you of the possibility of this. An affair. Your vehement refusal of the fact that your husband, sweet and lovesick Kim Taehyung, would partake in such a vile thing. He was always similar to a lost puppy when it came to you after all. He’d worked so hard to get you, it was almost laughable how it’d never popped into your mind. The biggest question in your mind as you laid on the floor of the darkened bedroom who’s only light was that of a candle was ‘what do I do now?’. A fairly simple question which would garner several answers with which you, however, did not want to partake in. As much as it devastated you, you couldn’t bring yourself to loathe him. As much as every breath with his betrayal in your mind hurt, you didn’t want to end things with him. Even if it hurt, you wanted him by your side. You wanted—no, needed— to forget what you saw. Your body and mind craved for him reassurance, his warmth. If he denied and was not truthful, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
The soft thumping of sock clad feet resounded, nearing the door you had shut in haste to hide yourself to the world. The soft knocking went not unnoticed, but ignored by you. It wasn’t until you felt the familiar warmth of your lover pressed to your back and his soft lips meeting your cold skin in comfort that you reacted at all. Your sobs had subsided, but as his broad frame embraced your smaller one, you’d started to let out cries of despair. He whispered simple words of comfort, attempting to subdue your audible grief. It had worked. After what seemed like a couple minutes, you’d be reduced to sniffling.
“I know you saw. I saw you run in those... towers by the door.” You made no attempt to respond at his attempt of a joke. You didn’t know what would be acceptable in a situation like this for your well-being.
“I’m going to be truthful, as I always am with you, my love. Please don’t doubt me, I beg you. I love you too much to let you go like this. Please... please look at me, my love.” You’d zoned into how his chest tumbled as he spoke. His words were gentle and full of genuine sencerity. You’d trusted him all these years, it’s not like you can’t bring yourself to again. Still, you’d graced him with nothing but silence. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t do anything but wait. Slowly, his words registered into your brain and just as slowly you attempted to face him from your kneeling position on the floor. He looked just like when you’d both met at the coffee shop you worked at. He would come in every morning despite having several assistants which would break their back to do anything he asked of them. Yet, he’d always make time to pick up his order every morning. He’d never pick up coffee, which you found peculiar for someone who looked like a businessman. He’d always pick something sweet paired with some pastry you offered at the location. Every day for two years he’d never failed to show up every morning until he, finally, asked you out. One could only guess the chain of events that happened before this moment. It was nothing short of sickeningly sweet and fairy-tale raquel days. This, however, was the first and biggest hurdle your relationship decided to encounter. How cruel could life be? He looked nearly the same, just a few minimal wrinkles of age here and there which would show as he did different expressions. He was still the same, however, and that hurt. How could the same Taehyung you knew all this time do such a thing to you?
His expression was that of soft panic, his fear of losing you outshining any other emotion. You both looked at eachother for a few more seconds or minutes, maybe, before he continued.
“i’m not going to say it was an accident.” The scattered pieces of your heart showed new cracks within them. They’d be nothing but dust by the end, you figured. You looked down at the floor.
“I knew she was intending to kiss me. I didn’t think she’d try to, though. You have to believe me when I tell you it wasn’t something i wanted. I’ve done everything I can to keep things professional between us, but she doesn’t get tired of trying. I didn’t know she would do this. Ple—please look at me.” Could you believe him? You closed your eyes and inhaled a heavy breath, laden with your insecurities. Looking into his eyes, maybe it was wishful thinking, you saw they held the only emotion he’d retained throughout his his entire ordeal: sincerity. You could see even remorse. His brain was filled with ‘If only’ and ‘I should’ve’ thoughts. He hoped—desperately—you could believe him. He’d heard many in his position talk of this situation happening and he didn’t want the end they described to happen.
“I know I should’ve pushed her off as soon as she neared me, but she always flirts with me and never steps over the line. I should’ve done it immediately, but I was stunned. If checking the cameras will make you happy then I’ll arrange so that you can look at the footage.” He suggested his voice softening and lifting into what sounded like a question. You took his cheeks in your warming hands and softly pecked him. You’d believe him, even if your brain screamed that he wasn’t being truthful. Even if your body didn’t want to believe the truth he spoke, you trusted him with your life.
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