SIBI FINALLY SANGUIS ALPHA COMEBACK!!!!!

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.

SEOKJIN x GQ KOREA

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Pair: Kim Seokjin x f!reader 

Summary: Kim Seokjin was everything any girl could want in school . Handsome, kind, popular. Many girls in your class had a crush on the man; including you. Being a few years older than you meant that after he graduated, you didn’t think you would ever see him again. Fast forward to seven years later, the oldest clichê in the book: Your mother marries a man, the man has a son. That son was Kim Seokjin. And now, you’re coming home for a family trip to a cabin in the woods, with a very much awakening crush on the man that is now one hundred percent off limits. A shared bathroom, a snow storm, a small town. What could go wrong?

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, step brother (not related, not raised together, not weird)

Warnings: This is the result of missing Seokjin. Namgi sideparing. Your mother is married to Jin’s dad, but you knew each other (and had a crush on each other) before they met. I swear it’s not weird, but he is your oppa. So: oppa kink, praise kink, smut in every part. Seokjin has a big cock and it should be a character of its own. Mini series, which means this will be split into three parts. There are some text edits here and there, but this is not a SMAU.

Taglist: Open! 

Day One. (14k) 

Day Two. (12k) 

Day Three. (13k)

Finale (1.8k) 

[+18] like no other • kth one shot

pairing: taehyung x reader 

word count: 6.937

genre: smut 

rating: +18 | explicit 

warnings: strong language, teasing, dirty talk, oral [f receiving], fingering, orgasm delay/denial, praise kink, sir kink, creampie, nipple play, rough sex, unprotected sex

au: exes 

trope: sex with the ex 

tags: shameless smut, big dick!taehyung, possessive!taehyung, best friend!jimin, best friend!yoongi

crosspost: ao3

summary: great chemistry is an extreme waste when people are terrible at communication and feelings.

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

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he’s just the prettiest ✨✨✨

+ bonus: jimin’s thighs enthusiast

↳ Index [Chapter 14 - Masquerade]

Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader, Seokjin x f.Reader, Jungkook x f.Reader, slight Taehyung x f.Reader 

Genre: Smut, Mystery, a lil bit of Horror 

Warnings: threesomes in the form of grinding, thigh riding, lots of neck kisses, sex in the middle of the dance floor, making out, mxm kissing too, fumbling, lots of sexy costumes, dirty talk, but also suspense and misunderstandings

Wordcount: 11.5k 

a/n: there is so much happening in this chapter, I don’t even know what I should comment on lmao. Also just so you know this is the last chapter before Sanguis Alpha goes on a little winter holiday break hehe 👁👁

“Oh wow, you actually came”, Hoseok greets you, taking you into a big hug before you can stop him. He already smells of alcohol.

“I did”, you and him step out of the hug, “my apartment was too sad." 

"Gotcha. But also look at you. You look hot as fuck. That corset looks so good on”, Hoseok says, placing his hand on your shoulder and letting his eyes travel over your body shamelessly. 

“Thank you very much”, you say and make a curtsy, “but you look hot too. I especially love the mask with that outfit. Also really love the harness, especially bold choice to go shirtless with it”, you say hooking your fingers in his chest harness and pulling him closer slightly. 

Hoseok purrs quietly, fire flicking up in his eyes for the briefest of moments.

“Thank you, thank you. I purchased them last week”, he explains, tilting his head back slightly to reveal his neck. The way his muscles flex under the leather straps, you try not to concentrate on too much.

You break your eyes away before you can do something you later regret, clearing your throat in the process. You look to your side, watching as the rest of Sanguis struts up to you and Hoseok. 

Jungkook is dressed in his full soldier uniform, face hidden behind a gas mask. Seokjin chose to go for a mask, which only covers the upper part of his face. Golden, it goes perfectly with his burgundy velvet suit and golden boots. He was not wearing a shirt under the jacket, revealing his chiselled torso.

You whistle through your teeth. 

“Look at you guys. Hot damn”, you say. 

“Thank you, you look good too”, Seokjin says, eyes not so subtly falling to your cleavage. 

“Thanks”, you hear Jungkook’s voice behind the mask. 

“Okay but damn Kook you really went all out with the costume”, you say, touching his arm. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, you can only imagine the way he lowers his eyes behind that mask. 

“T-thank you, that’s n-nice”, he stutters. 

Before he can grow any more awkward however, Hoseok drapes his arm across his shoulder. 

“Want to get drunk and then grind on the dance floor?” he suggests, looking between you and Jungkook. 

“I’m down”, Seokjin says, hooking his arm with yours. 

“Wait what?” you and Jungkook say in unison, already getting dragged to the bar. 

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Hi! I’m the last ask you got about fics tar are similar to imprint by Arctic grey I don’t know if you could tell but I was wondering if there’s any bts fics you have I don’t know if it was specified in my first ask

i got ur ask!! sorry for the late answer, but yes, i’ve read imprints! it’s one of the best fwb aus under the bts tag, in my opinion. i have a few you might like, with the novel-like feel you mentioned and the fwb aspect.

these are personal favorites i ended up bookmarking (which means i really find them good). i hope you end up liking them too! :)

obligated to say that if you’re looking for namjin specifically, all of bazooka’s namjin works are exactly what you’re looking for. otherwise:

[E, 217k] Where The Heart Is by ??? (orphaned account) pairing: taegi

[M, 12k] Inward peripheries by murkya (i’m a huge fan of their characterization!) pairing: yoonkook

i’m not sure if you’re into yoonkook but if you’re looking for good worldbuilding, characterization and a novel-like length/feel, i highly suggest reading anything from notyoongs. here are some fics under their account that i personally love.

[T, 27k] everything i never told you by notyoongs pairing: yoonkook

[E, 107k] something in the water by notyoongs (this is a whole novel) pairing: yoonkook

[E, 109k] all the light we cannot see by notyoongs pairing: yoonkook

[E, 63k] rewrite the stars by notyoongs (highlight in story!) pairing: yoonkook

and back to our regular programming~

[E, 51k] Say My Name (And I'll Lie in the Sound) by fadetomorrow pairing: taegi

[E, 41k] i wrote these for you by buffcooky  pairing: namgi

[E, 66k] How much to give and how much to take by Aguacates pairing: namkook

[T, 32k] Of (Accidental) Felons and Harlequins by CheekyBrunette, CynoDemure (highlight in characterization and dialogue!) pairing: namgi

[M, 28k] we're risking it all for illegal love by dmingi pairing: yoonmin

[M, 26k] Spanish Doll by saengie pairing: namjin

enjoy! :) <3

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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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 💜

this is so fucking good, im a whore for enemies to lovers namjin

the shaman and the exorcist

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Seokjin doesn’t believe in ghosts. Which would cause a huge uproar if everyone knew since he’s kind of a big deal at his university; he’s a shaman who protects people from evil spirits. He doesn’t remember where he got the idea to do this from, all he knows is that superstitious people pay good money.

Namjoon does believe in ghosts. Better yet, he can see them and he can expel them. But there’s a certain phoney shaman at his university who’s stealing all his clients in his exorcism business, and he’s not happy about it because haunted people pay good money.

So, what do they do? Figure out whose closet is holding all the skeletons, of course.