ONCE A KING, ALWAYS A KING.

ONCE A KING, ALWAYS A KING.

REST IN POWER, CHADWICK BOSEMAN.

Simple Things | jjk

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𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶: Boyfriend!Jungkook x Reader

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃: 3.5k

𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈: Based on the song Simple Things by Miguel! Highly recommend listening to the song before reading! (song fic request are my FAV, give me more please!?)

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: Weed Smoking, Language, Sexual Content: grinding, teasing, nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (be safe!), Dom!jk, Sub!Reader if you squint, After care?  Its also really fucking cute and fluffy. 

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A cloud of smoke hung in the air, as you press the joint to your lips. Inhaling deeply, feeling the familiar burn in your throat. Some new r&b track playing softly in the background. Jungkook’s long legs resting comfortably over your lap, you pass him the joint. He sets his phone to the side to sit up and take it from you. As mundane as it sounds, this had become somewhat comfortable for the two of you. He blows the smoke out, passing it back for you to finish. Placing the remainder in the ashtray as Jungkook starts laughing hysterically, his infamous cackle bouncing off the walls; easily one of your favorite sounds.

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Silhouetted Bonds (M)

A/N: I’m not sure if I can consider myself officially back, but I did want to share this with everyone! This is the beginning of the new yandere series I’v begun to write so with it comes a disclaimer: I do not condone the actions I have written nor do I intend to romanticize them. This is a work of 18+ fiction that I do not want anyone to aspire to align their real life with. I tag these fics as unhealthy relationships for a reason. Also, please note I do not condone nor do I believe the real world mafia is like this (nor do I want to romanticize the mafia), the world I write in is fake, and I do not mean for the world to align with our own. I will provide a lengthier disclaimer whenever I get the masterlist for this series done, but I don’t feel right not putting anything until then. I hope you enjoy the fic and have a great day/night.

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Word count: 10.6k

Pairing: Mafia! Yandere! Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: unhealthy relationship, manipulation, graphic depictions of emotional, verbal, and physical abuse enacted by a male family member, mentions of aforementioned abuse, mentions of murder and suicide, mention of starvation threats, shouting, graphic descriptions of consensual sexual acts, cunnilingus, fellatio, penetrative sex, dirty talk, unrealistic prison visitation, (unrealistic everything tbh) usage of the word daddy in a sexual setting (please tell me if I should add any warnings I missed and please prioritize your metal health over my writing)

Summary: Highschool sweethearts have a different bond than others understand you heard once. You shook it off as mere myth as you boarded a plane and left behind everything you knew. Yet, here you were once again, faced with the man who still loved you even after al this time. Begs the question it is true about highschool swethearts or if you and Namjoon have such a tangled web within your bond there was no use in trying to undo it in the first place. Like a shadow, his love followed you no matter how far you went to avoid facing it.

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Cut (Taehyung x Reader)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 14.5k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual Touching, Non Con, Dub Con, Outercourse, Drugging, Manipulation, NSFW

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: Those dark eyes followed the stream of tears running down your face, becoming entranced by the sight before him. Without any thought, he leaned forward and licked a stripe from the top of his hand to the skin beneath your eyes tasting the salty tear on the tip of his tongue. You jumped again in disgust and panic, recoiling so hard you knocked your head back into the wall behind you. He tilted his head back in ecstasy, a moan breaking free from his lips at the taste that tainted his tongue. A twisted part of him hoped that piece of you would be inside of him forever, that that single tear would tie the two of you together for an eternity. 

A/N: I want to give the biggest shout out in the world to @naipi-world​, this fic would not have been possible without her help and guidance while I was writing it. She inspired majority of this fic and helped me battle my writer’s block. Please send her some love because this really wouldn’t have happened without her, thank you so much 💜

This fic was also inspired by an ask I was sent by an anon, I hope you don’t mind that some things were changed!

Your shoes echoed in the quiet of the night, gentle scuffs against the pavement as you walked down the dimly lit street in a hurry. It was eerie, how quiet and empty the streets were. To anyone else it would feel like they were the only person in the world, suspended in a point in time where there was perpetual darkness, silence, and loneliness. It was foreboding and ominous. You shivered as you trekked on, heading in the direction of a lone parking garage. The walk had been anxiety inducing, the quiet and the dark beginning to get to you as you forced yourself to walk faster to your car. You could have sworn you heard footsteps behind you, light and fast just like your own.

You let out a heavy sigh as you reached your car, going to fish your keys from your bag as you fell into a relaxed state having worried for nothing. But, before you knew it, there were a strong pair of arms snapping around your chest and lifting you backwards. You opened your mouth in an attempt to scream only to have it muffled by his gloved hand. You squirmed violently in an attempt to break free from his python like hold around you. You could hear him grunting in frustration behind you, he was becoming agitated with your attempts to free yourself. You felt his leather covered fingers weave through your hair, gripping it hard before rearing your head back and slamming it into the hood of your car. Not once, but twice. Your body fell limp, disorientated as he began to drag your limp body away from the safety you thought your car had provided. 

You moaned in pain, weakly tugging your limbs to try and get away. The man said nothing and did nothing in reaction, he just simply continued to drag you in the direction of a waiting car. His concealed hand reached for the handle of the backseat door preparing to open it only to be cut off by a sharp cry of another voice.

“Cut!” The director screamed. 

At the sound of that single word, you lifted yourself into a sitting position and stretched. Your joints popped and ached in protest as you did so. This was the seventh time you had filmed that specific scene, each time your co-star lifted you had rendered you rather sore and stiff. These long hours on set were definitely not doing you any favors.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, pulling his hood off his head and crouching down next to you. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. A little sore is all.” You reassured him with a strained and tired smile. The moon hung high in the sky still, it was painfully late at night and all you wanted at this point was to curl up in the comfort of your bed and finally go to sleep. But, you wanted to be an actress and that wouldn’t come to you without some hard work involved. 

You hadn’t gotten many big auditions in your career. You had appeared on one to many commercials and had some small roles in TV shows and Dramas. It really was beginning to feel like you never were going to make it in the industry. This was the most work you had gotten in a while, and for once you were a key point in the story line. This time around, you had landed a gig for a re-enactment segment of a true crime TV show. You were playing a woman who had gone missing a few months ago in the parking garage of her college campus. The whole event had kicked up quite a fuss, the campus was in some deep shit. Because of their lack of security measures, a young woman with a bright future had been taken from the world. Since you were portraying her, you researched as much as you could about her disappearance as well as who she was. She was just another girl, much like you, who had made some reckless decisions and you felt for her. Her family was distraught, still looking for her with all of their time and effort. Many outsiders believed she had been dead for a long time though, her kidnapping too perfect with so little to go on that it had to have been planned perfectly. The most popular theory was that she had been abducted and was being trafficked. You hoped that wasn’t true. 

You rose to your feet, dusting off your pants as you reached for the prop that was your bag once more. You couldn’t help but wonder what that night must have been like for her, how scared she was. But a greater part of you didn’t want to know. 

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the way hoseok is looking at jungkook playing lost stars on the guitar 🥺

~𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛 (𝐌.)

-𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐢𝐜𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

-𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐗 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐄2𝐋, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤

-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.1𝐊

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦. 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬), 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

He was untouchable, unattainable, unattached, he simply floated above it all. Everyone knew his name, he was the type of guy people parted in the hallways for, the type of guy girls chased after, the type that guys would be jealous of. Jeon Jungkook knew he was a heartthrob, he had everyone wrapped around his little finger and he knew it.

It was your second year in college, Jungkook was at his peak popularity and you were, well, decidedly not. The halls were crowded, glances were exchanged and all seemed well until he came. The chatter died down into whispers and the crowd of teenagers parted, a usual hallway had become a runway for the college heartthrob and everyone watched as he made his way through. His long, wavy hair was hardly kept out of his face by a pair of overpriced sunglasses placed atop his head as he paraded the hall. He sent multiple winks in various directions as he passed, and just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone.

This wasn’t the first time you had witnessed the effects of the boy, it sometimes felt like you could never get away from him, you’d hear of him through hushed whispers and lovesick giggles. You were surprised the freshmen girls hadn’t made a shrine of him yet. You had tried to ignore him, but it had proved too difficult, so instead you feigned ignorance and tried not to look too interested.

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