Jin As Husband Material 💍🤴🏻

OH MY GOD, SIBI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME???? THIS CHAPTER IS SO FREAKING EXCEPTIONAL. I CANT BELIEVE TAE JUST ADMITTED HIS TRUE FORM.....

↳ Index [Chapter 12 - Breakdown]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader 

Genre: Smut, Romance, tiny Angst in the beginning

Warnings: dom!Taehyung, fingering, dirty talk, consensual use of vampire compulsion, basically she wants him to make her “really horny for him by using his vampire hormones” and he does, rough yet passionate sex, sex on a kitchen table, multiple orgasms (f.recieving), multiple positions, cumplay, sweet aftercare and pillowtalk

Wordcount: 8.7k

a/n: honestly at this point I am *yells*

You startle awake. Someone just rang your doorbell. You close your eyes again and settle back in your pillow. It was probably just a dream. 

It rings again. 

Your eyes flit open, brows knitting. Or perhaps not. Groaning in annoyance, you sit up. 

"Huh." 

You just realised. You have no recollection of when you went to bed. It is like you walked into your apartment and blacked out. How peculiar. 

It rings again.

“Who the frick?” you ask, not even realizing that you asked a question. 

You get out of bed and drag your feet out of your bedroom. You don’t even bother turning on the lights, the moon is bright enough to illuminate your apartment. 

It rings again.

“Coming”, you murmur, knowing very well they won’t be able to hear you.

You take a peek through the spy first. 

Taehyung. 

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↳ Index [Chapter 18 - Desperation]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader 

Warnings: switch!Taehyung, morning sex, desperate & passionate sex, oral (f.recieving), body worshipping, handjob, edging (m.recieving), bondage with a tie, use of vibrators, multiple orgasms (f.recieving), overstimulation, he is being very goddamn needy (he has his fangs out *screeches*), dirty talk, creampie, the aftercare *sobs*, emotional pillowtalk & Taehyung being so in love

Wordcount: 10.9k

a/n: *throws chair against a wall but it bounces back and hits me in the face and knocks me tf out*

The next morning you get woken up by a painful cry. You jolt up from being startled, feeling confused for a moment until a quiet sob next to you calls your attention. Taehyung is still deep asleep, his whole body is shaking and his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be having a bad dream, judging by his tearstained cheeks and the way his fingers grip the blanket. He had even gotten rid of his shirt in his sleep, but despite being shirtless his skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his hair stick to his forehead.

“Taehyung, wake up”, you tell him, shaking him softly.

He doesn’t budge, the nightmare still has its grip on him, making him writhe on the mattress and forcing whimpers out between his gritted teeth.

“Taehyung, wake up”, you try again a little louder than before, shaking him again.

He jolts awake with a loud gasp, ripping his eyes open and looking around the room without focus. His hand is pressed to his chest as if he is trying to check if his heart is still there. He looks utterly confused, probably still half asleep. A single tear escapes his eye and runs down the side of his face.

“You were having a nightmare, weren’t you?” you ask softly, stroking the sweat-soaked strands of hair out of his face.

Relief washes over his face when the sound of your sweet voice rings in his ears and he can feel the touch of your warm fingers on his face. He can feel the weight fall from his shoulders, the painful ache in his chest is finally gone.

“You are here”, he croaks out, his voice still heavy from sleep.

“Of course I am”, you assure him, cupping his cheek, “what did you dream about?”

“Nothing, just-“, he touches your hand, “-doesn’t matter.”

He sits up to get eye to eye with you, kneeling on the bed. He holds your face in his hands, his eyes race over your body as if trying to look at everything at the same time. Your eyes, your lips, your hands, your stomach, your chest, your hair, your nose, your neck. Everything is here, real and warm. You are here, next to him. It was all a bad dream, you didn’t leave him all alone in this world as you moved on to your next life.

“You didn’t leave”, he whispers.

“Why shoul-“, you don’t get to finish your sentence before Taehyung’s lips come crashing down on yours. 

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Cooking For Two (KSJ x F!Reader)

pairing: ex-boyfriend Seokjin! x reader genre(s): just angst... i'm sorry au(s): exes to exes word count: 1.3k warnings: lots of regret, pining, misunderstandings, mentions of a past fight, Seokjin gets burned, both literally and figuratively rating: PG15

summary: based on this tweet, "seokjin the type to make too much pasta after a breakup because he's used to cooking for two" T_T

a/n: i was itching to write some good angst... and my muse (aka Jin) responded! this is sad, and i made myself cry. tagging @beckysworld7 because you encouraged me hehe <3 this is pretty unedited btw

Seokjin's ears fill with a loud hiss, tearing his gaze away from the soft patter of rain outside his window, and back to the boiling water on the stove. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the water overflowing and sizzling on the hot stove top. Cursing internally, he chastises himself for not remembering to put a wooden spoon over the top. It was a habit he rarely forgot, until, of course, his life had been tossed so far afield that he had lost all sense of familiarity.

And so, he continued on, fighting tooth and nail to hold on to the parts of his life that defined who he was before it had happened. However, the breakup had left him broken, empty, watching you take the best parts of him, of you both, and throw them away like they’d never meant anything at all.

He reaches over to pull the frothing pot off the stove, yelping as the blistering heat of the hot metal kisses his bare skin. Shaking his hand, he yells in pain and runs cold water over the burn, searching for some sort of relief. The taste of ash coats his mouth, and he’s not sure whether it’s from the pasta he’d nearly burnt, or the acrid memories that have begun to rise up from the deep place he’d buried them so many months ago.

Pappardelle with homemade bolognese sauce. He’d made the dish a thousand times before. It had been your favorite after every night out, every big celebration, even on rainy days, like today, when you weren't feeling well. The fresh, al dente noodles and the simmering hearty sauce were irrevocably tied to the memory of your relationship, each bite creating a different snapshot in his brain of times that had passed long ago.

Every Friday night since the last time he saw you, Seokjin made two bowls of pasta, sitting alone at the dining table, breathless and begging for you to walk through the door. Waiting until the steaming bowls ran cold, he finally accepted that you weren't coming today. After finishing one bowl, he'd put away the other one, sneaking bites of the cold, rubbery dough throughout the weekend; coming home from another failed date, or right before bed when the longing was at its worst.

He heard Namjoon’s voice in the back of his head, chastising him that the way he was living wasn’t healthy, that it’d been too long since you had gone. Seokjin knew his friend was right. But Seokjin didn’t know how to live his life without you, just like he’d never known how to only make one serving of your favorite recipe. And so he sat there, in the oppressive loneliness of the apartment you two had once shared, and lost himself.

Shuddering from the cold, he gazes over to the warm, calm flames that burn in the fireplace. At the end of it all, he hadn’t even remembered what caused the fight that ended it - all he remembers was the rage, the inferno that had erupted between the two of you. It was like nothing he had experienced before - hot, angry, and scathing. Blazing down everything in its path. The bitter stench of regret had settled deep inside his lungs as your footsteps ran out and closed the door behind you.

The doorbell rings, followed by the distinct sound of three rhythmic knocks, and Seokjin freezes.

Swinging the door open, his dazed mind wonders if it’s all been a dream. Because it’s you, cheeks red from the cold, bundled up in the plaid scarf and red mittens he’d gotten you for your very first Christmas together. You look beautiful, and Seokjin’s heart hurts all over again. Because you’re not his to love anymore.

You look towards his downturned gaze, and immediately think to yourself that it was a mistake coming here. The two of you stand on opposite sides of the threshold, forced into an impasse of your own doing.

Deciding to break the silence, you clear your throat, and Jin’s glassy eyes meet yours, pain contained within their umber depths.

“I’m so sorry for showing up like this,” you gasp, not realizing the words come out as a sob. “But I was making a dish, umm, the pappardelle with bolognese. And I realized I left the Le Creuset pot with you.”

Taking a deep breath, you force air into your lungs, mustering up the strength to continue while feeling the tears prick your eyelashes.

“You probably don’t want to give it back,” you mumble in the smallest voice you can manage. “And it’s unfair of me to ask for it, but I needed to make something for a thing I have to go to and I remembered you, uhmm, I mean your recipe.”

Peering through your lids at Seokjin, you watch him gulp as he tries to force a response, struggling to get the words out.

“I have the pot,” he garbles, voice hoarse. “Take it, and don’t worry about the pasta. I made some. You can have it too.”

Looking your ex-boyfriend in the eyes, the man you thought you’d have forever with, a sob escapes your throat, and your heavy breaths echo in the frosty air as he waits for you to respond.

“W-what do you mean take it?” you whimper, fingers itching underneath your mittens to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.

“I make it every Friday,” he whispers. “Two bowls. You can take the other bowl with you.”

You watch him disappear into the apartment, coming back out with a sizzling pot of pasta in his hands. He pauses, visage lost deep in contemplation, before the lines in his face disappear and he gives you a soft smile.

“Or,” he goes on. “You could come in and have some with me? There’ll probably be enough leftovers for you to take home with you.”

You feel a pit in your stomach at his proposition, glancing over at his pretty eyes and parted lips as they hopefully await your response.

Looking away, you stare down the hall of the apartment complex, not wanting to meet his gaze as you push your red mitten to the side and Seokjin catches a glimpse at your blanched fingers.

A sparkling, oval-cut diamond sits on your left ring finger, and through your pounding heartbeat, you hear Seokjin let out a pained whine.

“I-, I’m so sorry, Jin. I never should have come,” you weep, knowing that if you looked him in the eyes one more time, you’d fall in love all over again.

Turning on your heels, you leave him devastated, thoughts swimming with uncertainty about the fiancé waiting for you in the parlor of his parents’ house. Knowing deep in your soul that part of your heart would forever belong to the man you left at the threshold, clutching the steaming dish in his hands.

Slamming the pot onto the counter, Jin chokes on his tears, heaving in between deep breaths as he watches you run away through the window.

Lifting the spoon to his lips, he inhales a large bite of the dish, hoping to nurse his broken heart, only to have a dull flavorless bite coat his tongue. He’d forgotten the salt. Mourning the loss of his finesse for the dish that had once warmed his heart, he can’t help but remark at the forfeit of his love for you as well.

He feels rage overtake him, throwing the pot against the wall. The tasteless rubbery mess along with the shattered remnants of the last item of yours he’d kept painting a gut-wrenching portrait as he slumps to the floor.

He doesn’t know how long he stays there, tears leaking from his eyes as his whole body shakes.

When the clock strikes midnight, Seokjin rises, picking up the bland mess in his hands and throwing it in the trash. For good.

A/N pt. 2: Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

SIBI HOLY FUCK. im so confused and scared rn.... did tae really trapped oc? who tf saved her in the end? will she be a vampire? i cant wait anymore for the next chapter which will be titled HURT 😫😭🤚🏼💔

↳ Index [Chapter 19 - Schicksal]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: the beginning is very sweet until everything does a 180 and it turns very dark, violent blooddrinking, hunts, violence, betrayal, those are not your sweet romanticised vampires

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: i hate them, also istfg if just one of you blames oc i will slaughter you painfully

The sun was already getting ready for her sleep when you and Taehyung finally leave his wing. You hadn’t planned on leaving his wing, but your rumbling stomach convinced you otherwise. 

You giggle as Taehyung catches up with you on the stairs. He wraps his arms around you, picking you up with ease.

“What are you doing? Tae put me down”, you laugh.

“Never”, he says, pressing you against the handrailing at the end of the stairs, “you’re mine darling”, he coos, caressing your sides.

“Mhm, yeah I am”, you say, grinning goofily. His hair feels so soft in your fingers.

“I’m so happy to have you again”, he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“I’m happy too”, you breathe, feeling your body draw closer to him all on its own.

“Let’s never ever fight again”, he says, making you chuckle.

“That’s a little unrealistic”, you say. 

He pouts, earning himself a soft pinch to his cheek. 

“Fine, let’s never ever fight again”, you give in with fondness in your voice. 

“That’s better”, he says and smiles. 

“You’re so cute." 

"Ah yes? Are you perhaps talking to a mirror?" 

You snort, "Tae come on”, you whine.

Taehyung grins and leans in for a kiss, stopping as your stomach rumbles loudly. You both look down at it.

“Are you famished, my sweetest?” he asks, rubbing his hand over your tummy gently.

“Yes, a little, stupid human stomach, it ruined the mood.”

Taehyung looks at you with fondness in his eyes.

“Let’s get you something to eat, shall we?”

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this is very very much domestic and CUTE .... imagine falling asleep while taking a bath and leaning on your lover's chest 😣😫 but idk im a bit scared of tae here, i really hope he really wants to protect oc. anw pls be healthy and keep going sibi!!! i really love all your works 💜

↳ Index [Chapter 17 - Bath]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: talks of wounds, casual nudity, sharing a bath, Taehyung being a very worried boyfriend, he is a lil sulky and mysterious too, but overall he is so sweet :(

Wordcount: 7.5k

a/n: at this point, i am in love

Taehyung doesn’t raise his head. You know that he must have heard you come in and yet he doesn’t raise his head. It shouldn’t hurt that much, but it does. But then, he is still in the belief that you don’t want to talk to him. Perhaps he is simply trying to respect your wishes. Shouldering your bag, you make your way over to him. 

“You were right.“ 

Taehyung finally raises his head. His eyes travel over your face, stopping on the cut on your cheek for a moment before they flit to your eyes. His brows furrow as he takes in your bruised eye. 

"I hear that quite a lot, you must be more specific”, he says dryly and looks back into the book he was reading. 

It seems that he is still a little pissy. Understandable, you were terribly rude (and unfair) to him last time you spoke. You sit down next to him. 

“About the ring-" 

Taehyung scoffs and flips the pages. 

”-and that it has magical powers. I should have believed you and yet I didn’t.“

"And yet you didn’t”, Taehyung sends you an icy glare. He looks away a moment later, continuing to read. 

You stay next to him, watching him with nervous eyes. You know that he can feel your stare because after a moment he lets out an exasperated sigh and closes the book.

 "What changed your mind?“ he asks.

"Uhm so about that”, you start fumbling with your sweater sleeves nervously, “I may have ran into Jimin and at first he tried to mind control me but then when it didn’t work and he saw the ring on my finger, he ripped it off of me and”, you lower your eyes, “he made me dance with him”, you whisper. 

“So Jimin took your ring?” he asks, quirking up an eyebrow. 

“Yes, he did." 

Taehyung looks back into his book. 

"I see. I apologize for my friend’s behaviour, I will ask him to return the ring once I see him again”, he murmurs, flipping the page slowly. 

You furrow your brows in confusion. Well, that was not the reaction you had expected. He seems so uninterested in what you have to say. He hasn’t even asked you about the wound on your cheek or your bruised eye. Not that he needs to, but it is still weird, given how worried for your safety he was last week. One must think that a wound like yours would worry him like crazy. 

“Hey, Tae uhm, are you still mad at me?” you ask quietly. 

“Mad at you?” Taehyung asks, flipping the page, “why should I be mad at you?" 

"I don’t know”, you shrug your shoulders, “maybe for the way I treated you at the ball?" 

Taehyung licks his finger, flips the page and takes a deep breath. 

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this chapter is so sweet???!!! im smiling like crazy reading that jk part. and seokjin's and hoseok's turning event is so funny LMAO 😫😭

↳ Index [Chapter 16 - Aftermath]

Pairing: slight Jungkook x f.Reader

Warnings: none? idk it’s just Sanguis being the best caretakers ever, some mystery maybe, and many soft healing moments 

Wordcount: 7.7k

a/n: i just wanna hug everyone in this chapter :(

Your eyes open before your consciousness comes back. You blink. Hoseok’s surprised face appears in your vision. He has a wet cloth pressed to your forehead, stopping with the movements of cleaning you as he sees you wake up.

“Holy cow, you’re finally awake”, he gasps, “how are you?”

You look around the room as best as possible. This isn’t your room, or your bed, or even your house.

“Where am I?” you choke out, surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds.

“Our place. We gave you one of our guest rooms. You’ve been out for three days”, Hoseok explains.

“Oh, I see”, you relax into the mattress, “wait? What? Three days?” you squeak, shooting up straight. 

Hoseok nods and forces you to lie down again. The movement shoots a weird pinch through your arm. You look at the spot, eyes growing big when you see the needle in the crook of your elbow.

You follow the tube with your eyes, until they land on a clear infusion bag.

“Saline infusion, so you wouldn’t dehydrate”, Hoseok explains, “don’t worry I finished medical school in the eighties so I know what I’m doing.”

“I’m, I’m so confused right now”, you confess.

Why were you out for three days? What happened? 

“That is understandable. This is probably a lot to take in. Vampires are real, like holy shit. I get it, that’s a lot.”

“Oh? You-“, you tilt your head to the side, “you are a vampire?”

Hoseok nods his head and scratches his neck awkwardly, “surprise.”

“Are the others vampires too? Do they know that you are?”

Hoseok blinks in disbelief, “okay this was like the calmest reaction to me being a vampire I have ever seen. I once had a girl literally run away from me screeching prayers.”

“I think I’m still a little out of it”, you confess.

“Yeah?” Hoseok touches your forehead to check your temperature, “do you remember what happened to you?”

You close your eyes to try and remember. 

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don rafaaa

Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst

warning: none

wc: 583

song rec: just a little bit of your heart - ariana grande

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I don’t ever ask you where you’ve been. I don’t feel the need to know who you're with.

Your eyes are locked on the tv when the front door opens. Jungkook once again comes home two hours later than he is supposed to. At this point it would’ve been a surprise if he came on time.

Once he takes off his jacket and shoes, he walks over to the couch to give you a kiss on the forehead. “Hi, baby.” He plops down next to you and puts arm around you, pulling you closer. “Hey.” You simply respond, hesitating before laying your head on his shoulder.

I can’t even think straight but I can tell that you were just with her. But I'll still be a fool, I'm a fool for you.

You bite your lip when you smell her perfume on his shirt. He didn’t even bother to hide the mark on his neck too. You wanna cry and scream but you feel numb. This has happened numerous times that you don’t feel anything when he comes home like this. Your friends have told you plenty of times that you should just leave him, but you just keep coming back to him.

Jungkook was your first ever actual relationship. You have never loved someone like you loved him. He is all you know.

You thought you were pathetic for not being able to leave him. For still loving him when he clearly didn’t love you anymore. You didn’t understand where it went wrong. The first year of your relationship was perfect.

I don’t ever tell you how I really feel. ‘Cause I can’t find the words to say what I feel.

He made sure you smiled everyday, comforted you on the days you were sad, went on little dates as much as possible and took you to the best restaurants every weekend. He was you everything and you were his. He would always make you feel special.

A month or two after your first anniversary together, Jungkook started to change. Getting annoyed at everything and picking fights with you. After every fight he would just shrug it off and blame it on frustration he built up from work.

Of course Jungkook didn’t act completely cold towards you. He would still bring you flowers and hold you until you fall asleep. But you two started going on fewer dates and he would act very distant at times. After a while he would get home from work late and instead of being with you on weekend’s, he’d go out drinking with his friends, at least that’s what he told you, and get home the next day.

And nothing’s ever easy, that’s what they say. I know i’m not your only but I’ll still be a fool, ‘cause i’m a fool for you.

At first you didn’t think anything of it but one night he came home with very visible marks on his neck. You went crazy as he confessed that he cheated. You told him that you never wanted to see him and he needed to get the hell out of your apartment. But two days later you were quick to let him in, thinking his apology was genuine.

The same scenario happened a few times before you just stopped reacting. You knew you could never let go of Jungkook, even if you wanted to.

I know I’m not your only, but atleast i’m one. I heard a little love is better than none.

WOAHHHH, another masterpiece chapter from sibi!!! i LOVE LOVE how fluffy and sweet the beginning of this chapter is and then we get the nasty angsty ending but IT IS VERY MUCH WELL WRITTEN!! KEEP GOING SIBI, I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH <333

↳ Index [Chapter 13 - Sunshine]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader 

Warnings: cute domestic moments, Taehyung being a master in seduction, he is also whipped for her, THEIR DOMESTIC MOMENTS MAKE ME SCREAM, but also feelings of betrayal, slight violence and a fight :(

Wordcount: 8.8k 

a/n: i am going to punch a pillow

You open your eyes and blink in the bright room. You inhale deeply. 

“Mhm pancakes”, you murmur and yawn, “that’d be cool right now." 

Dishes clatter and only then do you realise that your bedroom door is open and the smell of pancakes actually comes from your kitchen. You lift your head and furrow your brows. Well, this is interesting. You ought to check it out. 

"Good morning, did you have a pleasant night?” Taehyung greets you before you can, having his back turned to you. He must have heard you come outside. Vampire hearing and all (again the books you read educated you a lot).

“Are you making pancakes?” you ask, waddling over to him. 

You look into the pan and over to the plate on which pancakes are already stacked. They look different, let’s put it that way. 

Taehyung sneaks a glance your way. 

“That look says that you aren’t pleased with the results.”

“No, they uh, look interesting”, you assure him, “I like how the edges are burned and the middle is still white. I never had them this way before." 

"Are you mocking me?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you. 

“I’m not” you assure him and chuckle fondly, “they look good, don’t worry." 

Taehyung clicks his tongue in distaste and looks back at the pan. He flips the pancake, cringing when the edges turn out burned and the middle white again. You chuckle, giving his middle a quick hug as you press a chaste kiss to his shoulder. You make your way to the fridge afterwards and open it to get the milk. 

Taehyung fills up the pan with new dough in the meantime. The faint sizzling is almost relaxing in the otherwise quiet room. 

"You know, you don’t need to cook for me. I’m happy with getting a soggy sandwich from the store”, you say and pour water into your water cooker, “as long as I can have my cup of tea, I’m happy.”

“I can’t accept that. A soggy sandwich from the store is below you”, he murmurs.

You sneak a glance his way, having to grin. Of course it is. With your grin still embedded on your face, you sort through your tea cabinet.

“Do you want a cup too?” you ask him.

“Oh, that would be wonderful”, he says, flipping the pancake, “aha!” he exclaims.

You look at him, “what is it?”

“You see, this one looks fairly decent”, he says proudly, tilting the pan so you could take a look at the (surprisingly) golden pancake.

“Ooh, I’m impressed, you mastered the skill on the last pancake. Congrats”, you say, having to chuckle.

Taehyung sends you a look of distaste and clicks his tongue.

“Mock me all you want, I’m not the one having to eat them”, he murmurs.

You scoff and laugh in disbelief, leaning against the counter.

“So I have to eat them? Is that so?”

Taehyung looks at you from the corner of his eyes, wanting to stay serious but having to grin in the end. He chuckles and shakes his head.

You turn your attention back to the two tea cups, pouring the hot water over the teabags and watching them dye the water golden brown.

You feel happy, which is funny because you can’t seem to remember the last time you felt this kind of happy. The warm kind of happy, the one that makes you smile all the time and no matter what you do, you just can’t stop smiling.

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i am literally sobbing rn

Infidelity

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | SEOKJIN VERSION

WORD COUNT: 9K

You and Jin had been divorced for a year but you’re forced to see each other when your son is found cheating on a test. After being called into school you both agree to make more of an effort being civil with each other, but it’s not long before history repeats itself. Family dinners turn into stolen kisses and ruffled bedsheets, but there’s one problem with your new arrangement. 

Jin’s wife.

warnings: angst, forbidden love, divorce, cheating, explicit smut, rough sex, oral sex & strong language 

masterlist | ask | song

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