Since Part One I Fell In Love With This Story. It's Just That Amazing!!! It Had Me From The First Word

since part one i fell in love with this story. it's just that amazing!!! it had me from the first word i read, i just wanted more and more. And being able to see how tae's and oc's relationship blossomed it was so wholesome and beautiful. thank you for creating such masterpiece

a human touch, part 2, final

Part 1 / 1.5 / [2]

summary: everyone knows that androids don’t think, or feel, or have emotions. they’re not human, after all. so when a two hour session with a sex android ends up with nothing more than a nice conversation, you think that’s the first and last time you’ll see v.

then he turns up at your door.

pairing: taehyung x f!reader / word count: 24.4k / genre: robot!taehyung/virgin!reader, fluff, smut (NSFW, 18+)

warnings: cursing/explicit language, very brief injury mention/blood mention (nothing violent/explicit I promise!), alcohol consumption, reference to former sex work, sexually explicit content, reference to masturbation, reader has sex for the first time, oral (f + m), multiple orgasms (f), unprotected sex (taehyung is an android but please take necessary precautions irl), I think that’s it but please let me know if I’ve missed anything

a/n: this got so incredibly long,, I hope that makes up for the wait! thank you to @hobi-gif​, as always, for being so supportive and uplifting and beta reading this for me, you are a shining star in my sky. and thank you to the wonderful @flowerseokjin​ for letting me pick her brain about art galleries and telling me about the incredible exhibition/paintings that I wrote about in this fic, you truly are the loveliest 💕

note: this is the final part of the main story! I’ll be writing minis/drabbles etc in the future but,, this is part 2 of 2 💖

A month after Taehyung walks into your life, you finally get new neighbours.

You’re aware of this because: 

a) Rory had let you know in advance (to wit: “I have been instructed to inform you that the new tenants of apartment 4A will be moving in next Sunday.”)

and:

b) Said new tenants are apparently very noisy.

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uptown girl [TEASER]

UPTOWN GIRL WILL BE POSTED THIS SUNDAY (DEC 6TH) @ 11PM CET

— kim seokjin x reader — bodyguard!seokjin + princess!reader + enemies to lovers!au | romance + smut + fluff — 16.4k words — after the biggest royal screw up with your previous bodyguard, you are assigned a new one. you’d never had such a hard time befriending someone who worked for you. 

[PREVIEW]

Hyunwoo and Seokjin stood by the end of the bar, watching over you three. Hyunwoo, although he was officially Namjoon’s bodyguard, also usually took care of Jimin because he could get in trouble.

You didn’t break eye contact with Seokjin as you bottomed your drink and walked back into the dance floor. Seokjin immediately knew that he was not going to have a fun time. Hyunwoo chuckled.

‘What?’ Seokjin asked and Hyunwoo shook his head.

‘Nothing. I just hope you weren’t expecting your job to be a breeze.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, no one can actually tame the Princess. She will never give you a break.’

Seokjin stayed in his poker face. ‘I never expected this job to be easy.’

‘Good because it won’t be. She’ll give you hell.’

Hell. It was a funny concept for Seokjin; a concept he didn’t think about a lot since he was a kid and he questioned the existence of God, heaven, and hell. Still, he was sure that he’d somehow died and had the misfortune of ending up in hell and his punishment was looking after you. The number of times that he had almost lost you was incredible, but he’d just found you again with a teasing look in your eyes.

Seokjin had been your bodyguard for less than a day and you were already the bane of his existence.

War & Peace || jhs

↠ War & Peace ↞ “Your rivalry with Jung Hoseok first began at the tender age of five, right after you’d beamed a cardboard box of crayons straight at his forehead. He’d bled and it’d later left behind a thin scar that sliced clean through his right eyebrow. You should’ve felt guilty, but you hadn’t. Still didn’t.

He’d had it coming for trying to Compel you to hand them over anyway. And technically, you did hand them over. Just not in the way he’d probably wanted. At least, that was what you’d told the teacher after Hoseok had growled wildly at you from across the playroom table.

But you know what they say; all’s fair in love and war.”

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings/Genre: Alpha!Hoseok. Omega!Reader. Enemies to lovers. ABO dynamics. Explicit language. Fluff. Smut. Slight angst. Cliché spin-the-bottle scene. Pining. They’re both annoying idiots. Competition au(?). MateMaking (& other bad puns) Soft Dom!Hoseok. Somewhat subby! Reader. Penetrative sex. Oral (f receiving). 18+

All works here are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission. That is illegal and you are stealing no matter if you give credit or not.

The room was abuzz with people.

You paused where you stood at the entrance to the Four Seasons’ Hotel ballroom. Fingers tightening around the small, black clutch bag in your hand, you let your eyes rove over expensive dresses and suits and quaffed hair and curls. At least the spaghetti strap, two piece off-white dress your mother had bought (and forced you to wear) fit the occasion quite well, so your inherent fear of accidentally standing out wouldn’t come to fruition.

Whoever had decorated the ballroom had pulled out all the stops. There were miniature chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, lights turned to a dim setting. Small-yet-cosy circular tables were spread out evenly, chairs for two either occupied or emptied. A man in a catering ensemble approached you, extending his tray of bubbly champagne. Normally you wouldn’t put alcohol of any kind into your body, but you’d make an exception just that once. You took one with a smile of thanks and swallowed a mouthful in an attempt to chase away your nerves.

When your parents had first approached you about attending the matchmaking event, you’d been wary. The events themselves weren’t rare; young adults who had yet to find a mate would go to them. They had a ninety-nine percent success rate when it came to matching you. However, you found the whole thing to be quite archaic.

It wasn’t that you were against love or finding a mate or anything like that, you just didn’t think that attaching yourself to another person for life should be so significant. You’d been too busy during college getting your degree to date anyone seriously. And you’d never felt the desire to, hadn’t needed to.

As an Omega, you were the lowest tier in the societal hierarchy. And as an unmated Omega, you were a rare commodity. It was expected for an Omega to be mated before they even reached their twenties. Something about needing to be taken care of or some other bullshit that you disagreed with. You could take perfectly good care of yourself.

But when you’d come home mateless after graduation to visit your parents before trying to find a job with your degree, they’d been concerned. Your mother, a fellow Omega, had sat you down and forced you to fill out the overly long, three hundred questionnaire for the matchmaking service. Of course, you’d rolled your eyes, but ended up relenting. You’d decided that you’d just go to the damn event, let the mysterious matchmakers do their thing, give some excuse to leave sometime in the middle of the thing, and then go home and tell your parents that you’d tried.

You should’ve known that it wouldn’t be that easy.

Glancing down at the dark red card the size of your palm that the woman manning the check-in desk had given you, you memorized the two numbers printed on it. As if you hadn’t looked at it a few dozen times already. Just in case. You didn’t want to be there, but you weren’t about to somehow accidentally embarrass yourself either.

The flared, lace skirt of your dress brushed against your legs while you made your way through the room, eyes scanning the number placards on the table in search of your own. Some of them already had couples sitting at them, engaged in conversation and hiding shy smiles behind dainty hands. Your heels click-clacked against the shiny marble flooring as you weaved between others who were still finding their seats.

Eight, nine, ten, you mentally counted in your head, passing by the white-clothed tables. Eleven.

Your feet halted and you glanced down at your card one last time before looking up. Table twelve was already occupied, leaving a single seat left.

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Lining’s Silver

➳ Pairing: Fashion Designer!Yoongi x Artist!Reader

➳ Genre: Smut, fluff, college AU, idiots to lovers, e2l

➳ Word Count: 14,105

➳ Summary: You would rather die than confess you’re capable of feeling anything but disdain towards the rich and privileged, so you make it known, loud and clear, that going on a bunch of dates with Min Yoongi is nothing more than an academic arrangement for the sake of your GPA. Holding hands and catching f*elings for him? That’s all part of the plan, so don’t get the wrong idea.

Or as Jeongguk likes to call it, “Matchmaking 101: How to Get Two Tsunderes to Fall in Love.”

➳ Warnings: Explicit language, pining, mention of family issues, alcohol consumption, mint yoongi >:), fingering, oral (f receiving), penetration, dirty talk, lowkey dumbification

➳ Publish date: Sat. November 7th, 2020

➳ Author’s Note: This is dedicated to my birthday neighbor and my favorite clown in the world, @moominyg​ !! The fluff is for you, but the smut is for me >:) Happy birthday to us :D and thank you for pretending that you didn’t know about this gift LOL

You’ve been told that “hate” is a strong word, but you can wholeheartedly say that you detest a lot of people. 

For whatever reason, college has only made this feeling fester in your heart like an ember that’s ready to ignite. Before, you’ve considered the possibility that maybe you’re just being cynical. But on the other hand, you know for a fact that you’ve had too many run-ins with snobby film majors and arrogant theater kids for their abborhibble attitude to be more than a mere coincidence. Contrary to popular belief, enjoying Game of Thrones does not make you tasteless and not knowing Alexander Hamil-something does not make you uncultured. 

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hoseok ♡ MMA 2020 (cr. c_a_leaf)

< 8. Down Mood >

Colors: synopsis🎹

Live in a black and white until you met your soulmate and see the colors isn’t easy to everyone. Yoongi loved black so much and he didn’t believe in that, while she had the whole different idea.

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A/N: HELLO! I know I promised in the last part that I wanted to do like a second part of the other one, but is this... It was so long that decided to put it as a new part. Well, enjoy it !!!

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