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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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BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE 💞

Plz reblog if you liked this <3

Heeyy!! Here is BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE (or rather how I think they cuddle).I added a few songs that remind me of the individual members if you'd want to give them a listen 💗. Also i wanted to apologise for this not being NSFW like my usual work, i'm not feeling it today :/ but anyways, enjoyyy!!_______________________________

Jimin

- likes being big spoon so he gets to nuzzle his face into the back of your neck

-sometimes he lays on you'r chest because he likes listening to you'r heartbeat that reminds him your not just a dream

-deff COVERS you in kisses whenever your cuddling with him

-he has those big-ass plushies ALL over his bed (and they probably have very wierd names, like 'roosik' or smt💀) and sometimes just to be petty he chooses the plushie over you to cuddle. But he comes back to you in a few mins.

-LOVES it when he lays down in you'r lap and you play with his hair @////@

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Namjoon

(hes too precious STOP 😭)

- likes being big spoon because he LOVES feeling you'r hips/waist as you lay on you'r side infront of him

-watching movies and cuddling >>

- he always asks how you are feeling throughout the whole thing because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable at all

- he makes sure to let you know that he loves you at least more than 3 times

-he lends you his sweatshirts if your cold (ik thats the most 'uwu y/n 🥺' thing but plz dont kill me 💀)

- fluffy blankets everywhere!!!

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Taehyung

-hes surprisingly very clingy

- i can only imagine him as a little spoon

-he would want to get hugged from the back and when you put you'r hand on him to hug, he would hold it by his chest

-if your watching a movie or smt he will make drinks and you'll sit in between his legs

-like jimin, he also likes plushies but he probably has the very small ones which you could basically use as a neck rest so he lets you take those if you'r neck gets tired

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Yoongi 😼

- RANDOMLY tells you he wants to be little spoon and it usually catches you off guard

-he rly likes it when you touch his waist/hips when hes little spoon

-he lets you borrow his clothes

-whenever you guys are bored, he lays down in you'r lap and lets you do his makeup or skincare

- you guys deff squeeze each other's cheeks (on the face 🤨) as a joke until one of you gets hurt or smt and the other nourishes them

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J-Hope

- doesn't seem like he'd cuddle very much. I think he just mostly individually hugs you and cuddles you when your sleeping. Hes both big & little spoon

-A SHIT-TON OF KISSES >>

-he jokes around a lot with you so no matter what your doing, he'll cheer you up :))

- he buys you comfy things like ; socks, blankets, hoodies, plushies, and little cute slippers so that your not cold at all

- he whispers a lot of cute things to you in you'r ear while cuddling

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Jin

- BIG SPOON

- he usually cuddles you face-to-face so he can look at you and kiss you

-the hot chocolate this man makes is chef's kiss 🤤

-he loves it when you have anything of his belonging on you. Weather it be an elastic band or a necklace, it just makes him very happy

- i think he tells you stories while you cuddle 💗

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Jungkook

- usually big spoon

- actually ADORES it when you lay down on his chest

- he finds it very calming to hear you'r voice so he likes it when you talk to him as your going to bed

-taking pics w/ you while cuddling >>

- he enjoys playing with you'r hair a lot

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Sorry this was pretty short but i hope you liked it. ALSO I STAYED UP TILL 12:50AM TO FINISH THIS SO BE GRATEFUL 🙄. Anyways MERRY CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU!! Im very thankfull for you reading this! Reblog if you enjoyed and dont forget to like!! Send request if you have any Byebye guysss!! :)))

all i see is you

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Namjoon goes to the music menu and selects the Playlists option. The first few playlists are regular playlists that everyone (including Namjoon himself) has – workout playlist, study playlist, road trip playlist… – and, apparently, the rest are all their song guides organised by album and era. Namjoon scrolls all the way to the bottom until he reaches the last playlist and abruptly stops in the middle of the sidewalk.

Namjoonie. The name of the last playlist is Namjoonie.

Or, Seokjin lends his jacket to Namjoon and he finds an old iPod inside one of its pocket. Out of curiosity, Namjoon looks through Seokjin’s music and finds a playlist titled Namjoonie.

gods and angels are only dreaming of to have what this man has ♡ for @gimbapchefs ♡ {cr. namuspromised}

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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"you moved on. help me do the same."

i scoffed, who said i did?

thus it will become lovers to enemies to lovers au

LOVERS TO ENEMIES

• “Oh, come on, don’t glare at me like that. We’re enemies, not total strangers. Even with how much you wished we were.”

• “No. Don’t you dare. You know I would’ve burned down the entire world to earn another minute with you, and you couldn’t even be bothered to stay.”

• “I’m tired of this cat-and-mouse chase, and I can’t keep seeing your face knowing I can’t even hold you anymore.”

• “I care enough not to kill you, darling. But not enough to keep you safe.”

• “You moved on. Help me do the same.”

• “Please. Either you were lying to me this whole time, or you’re lying to yourself right now. I don’t know which hurts more.”

• “You can pretend you’re good/evil all you want, I know you. I loved you. And this is not who you are. It never was.”

hi! i hope your having a good day. i just wanted to know if you had any advice for writing a betrayal and making it feel impactful?

Hi :)

Sure, here is my advice for you:

How to write betrayal

Betrayal can be a good plot twist for your character and for your reader. If it's done right, it can be surprising and highly emotional.

Reasons for betrayal

personal gain/greed

ex. money, status, power, etc.

fear

jealousy or envy

Types of traitors

the bad guy - you always knew they would eventually betray you

the weak one - the person is not strong enough to stand by your side or strong enough to resist temptation

the climber - this one wants to gain something from the betrayal and wants to climb the social ladder - and for that they need to step on you

the good guy - they're trying to actually help you, even if it means they have to betray your trust

the conflicted - they don't want to hurt you, but they have a very good reason for their betrayal

How to make it impactful

two things: not seing it coming and being close to the traitor

show how much the character trusts the traitor, how they confide in them and believe them to be on their side

or show that the betrayed would have never even considered that the traitor could betray them, so the betrayal is a complete shock to them

Why does it hurt so much?

they lose a person close to them

their memories with them are tainted now

they second-guess all their past interactions

it disturbs their sense of trust with everyone, because if even someone they trusted could betray them, then what is stopping anyone else

it confuses their instincts, since they didn't see it coming

I hope this helps and have a good day!

- Jana

SIBI FINALLY SANGUIS ALPHA COMEBACK!!!!!

↳ Index [Chapter 15 - Torture]

Warnings: graphic description of torture & violence, swearing, blood & blooddrinking, vampires being out of control and very agressive, I am literally warning you this chapter is not fun or quirky this is a VERY DARK chapter, VERY DARK 

Wordcount: 5.6k

a/n: this is once again a warning that this is a very dark chapter which contains themes which could be triggering for some, I tried to censor as much as possible, but there are still very dark themes in this chapter despite the censor! If you feel uncomfortable reading such themes I advice you skip this chapter and wait for the next chapter to come out, I promise you that this is the darkest chapter of the story and that the next chapter is going to be light again. 

This is now the last warning. If you decide to continue, do so with the knowledge that you have been warned multiple times and decided to continue reading out of your own free will! The chapter will begin under the cut. 

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this is so beautiful

The Saga

In a past life my lips have met your lips my soul nurtured your soul and yours mine. Endless possible points in time and space some unbeknownst cosmic force   has brought us together  time and time again. Whether for a lesson to be learned mindsets to be destroyed and rebuilt karma to be returned  or a story to be finished.

We’ve only begun our journey together this life but this time I’m privileged enough to see you coming and prepare myself for the goddess I see you for.

the absolute prettiest 🤍

we gon’ change. happy birthday taehyung ♡

he’s so hypnotizing

(cr)

“"Life is tough, and things don’t always work out well, but we should be brave and go on with our lives.”- BTS VOGUE KOREA

SEOKJIN x GQ KOREA

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 screams art student taehyung so much im sick crying rn

⁂ 11/100 days of kim taehyung | van gogh

duality pt. 37738329293 (cr. namuspromised)

+ kindest smile 😔

↳ 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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↳ 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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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 💜

Paper Cranes | Kim Taehyung (M)

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x F!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, smut, angst. Non idol AU. College AU. Best friends to lovers. Slice of life.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe!), so much fluff you might pass out

WORD COUNT: 18.3k

DESCRIPTION: It is said that if someone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will receive one wish. Kim Taehyung has been folding you paper cranes since he was six years old. He won’t tell you what he’s going to wish for once he reaches his goal, but even into your twenties, all you know is that he’s been wishing for the same thing every time.

You’re six years old when you receive your first paper crane from Kim Taehyung.

Your first year of elementary school is almost over—there’s only two months left until summer break, and you’ve been counting down the days until you are finally free to wake up as late as you want and play with your friends until the sun goes down.

That’s also why it strikes you as odd that there’s a new transfer student, his newly assigned seat right beside yours, being introduced to the class. His eyes are big and wide underneath a fringe of dark brown hair, and he’s cute in the way that all kids are cute—with rosy cheeks, big ears, and a shy demeanour that tells you that he would most likely rather have stayed at his previous school.

After a brief introduction of Hello, I’m Kim Taehyung, he shuffles over and takes his seat. He doesn’t really look at you, keeping his head down as he pulls his notebooks from his backpack. You see that the margins are covered in doodles, little cartoons and make-believe stories etched onto every far corner of the page.

You open your mouth to introduce yourself, but the sound of your teacher’s voice has you facing the blackboard once more. You try not to think too hard about the new boy sitting beside you, gently humming to himself as he doodles butterflies in an open meadow.

At recess, you’re playing with a few friends, doing cartwheels and rolling around on the grass. You’re giggling with your friend, Chaeyoung, when you hear a ruckus happening not too far away.

“Hey! Please, no, give it back!”

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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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tightrope (pjm) | drabble series m.list

pining, f2fwb2l infidelity on jimin's part

warnings: angst, reader is in love with him but who isn't, swearing, making out, fwb but still sfw and nothing explicit, college parties, mentions of anxiety because reader represents my two brain cells when they have to come up with small talk, jimin calls reader sweetheart because he's a whore who likes to play with her heart 🤠

rating: pg-15

a/n: writing after a long time feels weird but the good kind of weird, its 3am idk what im talking about but here, take a fic

*throws fic at you*

one | two | three | four | five

BTS PTD on stage in LA

Do you any super angsty fics like angsty angsty

hi there love, as I was checking my shelf for some angsty angsty fics to recommend I ended up pulling 50+ gvjhakgsdhjgsdjfk so I highly suggest you just check the angst fics I read here, but I will still be recommending the ones that I find really angsty, the ones that tear a hole in my heart, the ones that made me cry buckets of tears out of heartbreak and pain, the ones that haunt me and pull out all the sad feels from me whenever I’m reminded of these stories. 

p.s. I will sort this by member and will try to just list at least three or maybe five, okay five it is per member ~ the ones that made me feel very very angsty and very very emotional T_T | 🍒

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i’m so in love with him :(

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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im sobbing pls pat me rn

sometimes it’s best to remember the past is just a memory…

pairing | kim seokjin x reader genre | angst, suggestive content, mention of a miscarriage words | 6,411

inspired by | Haruki Murakami’s short story “A Folklore for my Generation…”

listen to | Epiphany, Autumn outside of the post office and Tonight/This night

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Boyfriend Things OT7

The Love Scenarios

first edition - middle of the night

second edition - love at home

third edition - post break up

fourth edition - dancing

fifth edition - there’s nobody else

sixth edition - love in primary colors

seventh edition - one day at a time

eighth edition - kisses

ninth edition - dreams in reality

tenth edition - hugs

eleventh edition - when you lay in between my legs it doesn’t matter

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