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jjunberry · 3 months

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bts! getting jealous of a male friend

pairing! bts x reader

genre! angst

synopsis! bts gets jealous of your male friend (requested)

wc! 800

jin! had his jaw clenched. you were talking to a friend that stopped you and jin during a outing. it’s like jin didn’t exist in that moment. he was green with jealousy. when you finally did return your attention to him, his mouth spoke before he could even think. “if he’s so much better than me then go be with him!” he snapped. your eyes went wide. “jin..” you started confused at his behavior. “no go.” he yelled. you wanted to protest but his face was full of anger. “call me when you’re ready to talk without yelling at me.” you left him to wallow in his jealousy and insecurities.

namjoon! stared at you with a stone face. he kept clenching and unclenching his fist. he watched carefully as you caught up with a guy friend during your weekly cafe date. joon rarely gets to see you and seeing you talking to your male friend set him over the edge. when you returned namjoon was quiet. his shoulders tense. “i think you should go join him, since he’s obviously more worthy of your time.” his voice was deep. “joon what?” you asked confused. “go.” he snapped. you scoffed grabbing your stuff. “call me when you decide to talk to me like an adult.” namjoon watched you go with regret.

yoongi! came back from the restroom to see your attention on some guy. he scoffed before standing there looming behind you. the guy stuttered over some words before leaving quickly. “yoongi what the hell?” he raised and eyebrow. “why’d you do that?” he scoffed. “if he’s so much better than run after him.” he didn’t yell but you sensed he wasn’t joking. “grow up yoongi seriously.” he scoffed but it killed him to watch you walk away.

hobi! had a look that could kill etched into his face. this guy just came up to you and took your attention off him so easily. hobi was practically seething. it’s like you forgot he was there. when the guy finally left hobi turned his pent up jealousy on you. “seriously y/n? it’s like i was just a wall standing there!” he stomped his foot. “what? it was like a two minute conversation.” he scoffed. “whatever i don’t want to see you right now, go.” he turned away from you. he heard you scoff and leave not sparing him a word. you’d listen when he wanted to talk and listen.

jimin! was quiet but screaming internally. who was this guy? you blew off plans with him to see this guy? jimin was furious. he called you but you ignored it talking to your friend. jimin had enough and stormed over. “y/n seriously!? you ignored my call for this guy?” jimin was angry. seeing red. jealousy over taking all reason. “jimin my phone was on do not disturb.” he scoffed. instead of realizing his mistake he dismissed you. “whatever y/n go be with him!” he didn’t let you talk before storming away.

taehyung! was jealous whenever you’d spend a little more time with another member. so when you were stopped by a male friend tae was already on edge. how dare he talk to his s/o? how dare is s/o ignore him for that guy? “seriously y/n? ignoring me for him? who even is this guy?” tae was being rude and your friend decided to just leave sensing he wasn’t wanted around. “tae what the hell?” you asked. he scoffed. “i should ask you that!” you rolled your eyes. “he’s a friend.” taehyung crossed his arms. “fine go spend the day with him then.” you didn’t bother fighting it, you’d speak to him later when he decided to be a grown up.

jungkook! didn’t understand what jealousy really felt like until he saw you giving the attention he get’s to another guy. anyone could see the steam coming from his ears. the guy glanced and jungkook and took in his looming presence before saying goodbye quickly. you turned and seen jungkook’s face and stance. “kook are you okay?” you asked. he scoffed. “obviously not y/n, just go spend time with him leave me be!” he snapped. your eyes went wide at his tone. “kook..” you started. “no just go.” he was serious. you sighed before leaving to be angry. he’d come around.

requested! by anon <3

author’s note! i hope this was okay! tyy for requesting

love, echo🖤

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simpliciaty-cc · 2 years

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hollyhomburg · 8 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt.58)

(SneakPeek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Your nightmares are a troubling development but the pack won't let you drown. They have different ideas on how to help you. Some more damaging than others.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, cuddling, Nightmares, graphic depiction of fake character death, Discussions of past rape, No explicit depictions of past rape/sexual assault, past domestic-abuse, flashbacks, safe-wording during sex (Sorta), unpleasant sexual encounters, under-negotiated kink, mentioned sex toys, crying during sex, Sad blow jobs, small dick jungkook, allusions to past eating disorders, anxiety, implied self-hate, self-esteem issues, non-verbal main character.

W/c: 10.3k

A/N: this chapter was originally supposed to be a lot longer- but i got too in depth with it and had to split it up. This is easily one of the more heavy chapters of bily (and that's saying something), so please be mindful of the tags! I will say- this section given as a sneak peek is actually at the beginning.

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Chapter 58: Don't let this darkness fool you

Your unraveling starts with the Nightmare.

It’s a dark tangle of half-forgotten moments. A movie with all of the scariest scenes copied and pasted. Bright punctures of feelings like blood dripping down your chin and the tang of it in your mouth. Geumjae’s scent in your nose as he shoves your mouth against his skin. All of it. Every unhappy memory that your psyche has locked away for later dragging you down and down like the tide would drag a stone to a watery grave.

Until the moments condense like a figure rising through fog and you’re sitting in that house again. The one with the yellow brocade curtains pulled closed across the windows so that no one sees what happens inside.

You're sitting with Geumjae at the dining room table. The elaborate meal in Infront of you rises with steam and smells divine. The cutlery is polished so clean that you can see your reflection in it. A million dancing tiny versions of you staring back with vacant doll-like eyes.

You remember this meal; you remember what happened to you on this morning. The soreness between your legs reminds you of that horror. You remember how hard you worked after he left in the morning leaving you in a bloody heap in the bathroom. You remember hoping that if you did everything you absolutely could to prepare this meal, He’d be satisfied and he wouldn’t hurt you again.

But avoiding rape is never quite so easy.

It was foolish to hope back then. Geumjae was a man of routine and he required your body every morning and evening without fail. But hoping is so hard to avoid, like an itch under your skin that demands biting nails, a furious sort of wanting. Hope is nothing more than a chain that drags you through the sludge when you think it might be your buoy.

For this nightmare, the other chairs at the table aren’t empty like they usually are. It’s not just you here.

He must have taken a needle and stitched your mouth shut (like he always threatened) because you feel powerless to scream at Namjoon to get away to stay back. You can do nothing more than watch as he leans over and says something to Geumjae that makes him smile.

His smile makes him look like Yoongi; who himself is sitting at the head of the table nursing a glass of wine and scowling. Jin is on Namjoon's other side, hair combed back from his face in a way that makes Seokjin look absurdly pretty. On his left is Jimin and then Tae. Each of them eats like they haven't in days, shoveling food into their mouths like it’s their last meal.

Jungkook is by your side and asks if you’re going to eat your dinner roll. Puffy and crusty bread that he never would be able to eat in real life. You watch powerlessly as he scarfs it down like he hasn’t ever eaten anything more delicious. licking his fingers from the crumbs when he finishes.

Tae is dressed in your jewels this time, not Jimin's. The necklace Geumjae gave you for your second anniversary digs into her collar bones as if it was pinned there, like a butterfly on a piece of cardboard. Glittering with more diamonds than seem possible. Like one of those Instagram filters, every reflection mark turned glittery. Jimin’s suit is like something out of vogue.

One moment you’re looking at the perfectly edible food and the next you’re watching it rot before your very eyes. The meat greying and melting, the salad wilts gooey and spoiled. The fancy porcelain plates writhing with worms and maggots and creepy crawlies that slither out of nowhere. No one notices. No one realizes that the bites they bring to their lips are poison.

Jin licks his lips, the skin already greying and cracking.

Geumjae looks up at you from his plate, grinning all the while. Collar starched white. You haven’t heard his voice in so long but your mind remembers the exact cadence of it in perfect detail.

“What’s wrong princess? Aren’t you going to eat up?

When you look back at them, Namjoon’s slumped in his chair, chest not rising and falling, staring blankly forward with bloody eyes. When you look Jin’s got his head half gone. Cut away. Wriggly things curl behind what's left of his eye. Tae’s collar bones are bleeding where the diamond collar sits. Ribbons drip down her bodice. Jimin’s white shirt is slowly blooming red too. Bullet wounds pepper his chest. One on his shoulder and a cluster of them over his heart.

Jungkook slumps over his plate seizing until he’s still. Still the way that dolls are. Dead. Looking at you with wide vacant eyes that go grey with congealing blood.

Yoongi's hands are burning, fire licking up his clothes and he does nothing to put it out. Burning and bubbling and boiling. Skin pealing up like paint beneath the flames.

Hoseok is the only one not at the table.

Geumjae smiles again. Baring his teeth in that animal way of his. “What’s wrong princess? I thought you said you loved them- aren’t you going to try and stop it?”

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iceprincessviviane · 11 months

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Last will. - Heritage series prologue.

Paring: poly!BTS (Demons) x Female!Shy!Skinny!Chosen!Reader

Type: dark romance, horror au, soulmate au, poly relationship, slowburn, yandere.

Warnings: Horror themes, some religion themes (mostly demonic), gore, blood, manipulation, witchcraft, magic themes, death (side characters), mentionings of forced marriage, mentioning about past, loss, yandere, obsessive, possessive, swearing, low self-esteem,dealing with grief, sugestive content and silly jokes created by me. (If there is more to add let me know.)

Next chapter.

Summary: When old, lonely lady is dying, some mysteries are revealed, which none is expecting. Someone is going to take advantage of that for sure.

Author's note: It was around Halloween and I was getting inspired and decided to try something in good, old scary mood. I might be not good at it, so sorry! And it's based kinda of my strange dream. Action is supposed to be in northen Canada in make up city, this is how it was in my dream so I will let it stay. Sorry if that has no logic at all. Dream was really strange and first chapters are mostly based on that, rest it just written by me as continuation. Introduction is long and whole mansion is based on one from Tonb Raider series (Legend/Underworld). English isn't my first language so sorry for all mistakes.

Dedication for the @aris-ink meance (angel) which supporter me all the way along and mostly I'm posting because she gave me a wings 💖

MINORS DNI

In modern office was sitting very old and elegant lady. She had old-fashioned dress and her white hair were in tight bun. Fine jewllery was on her neck, same was for wrist and ears. The stones were shinging in light of the lamp. She sat opposite young notary, which was writing somethine with pen on his documents. Dame was visibly getting impatient, her assistant was making meaningful glances at worker, but he didn't even noticed. After few minutes she sighed and tapped her emaciated on light brown desk.

"I am sorry ma'am, it has to be perfect."

She rolled her eyes and looked around. Office was big and bright, outside was raining heavy, wall of water and sometimes the sky was pierced by thunder. There was computer on the other side of the desk and big bookshelf filled by documents and books about the law. On the wall was hanging put some awards and certificates which notary finished successfuly.

"My boy, I am sorry to interrupting you, but in fact I don't have much time. I am going to die very soon and I need to do a lot." Old lady said bitterly.

"I am sorry ma'am." He gave her sympathetic smile and put down pen. "I have ended your last will as you wished."

Notary handed her document. She read it with little frown. It was strange for her, but the time has come and she had to take care of last things in this world.

"I have concated the curator of museum you have mentioned. He is thrilled by your proposition and agreed to all your terms."

"I am glad then. I hope this will do good for next generations." Old lady smiled warmly.

"But there is one problem. Being specific about the mansion in Grand Hillsam." Man said looking at the name of the town.

Immediately old lady's glance became cold and suspicious. "What about it?"

"I have found that in fact it's part of Canadian heritage and it was just under your custody ma'am. It can't be given to any museum or anyone unless the government agree or the owner can't take care of it. I have tried to contact the office in Grand Hillsam and they have sent me to someone higher."

Old lady scoffed and waved her head with annoying expression. She tapped desk again, looked like wanting to light a cigarette.

"But they have stated that, after your death it will become clear what will happen to the mansion. It can't be made into museum if it's not proven that mansion would be left all alone."

"But I wanted to avoid passing it to anyone. That's why I wanted to make museum there and give all historical stuff away as gifts."

"They are very thankful, but your family last will is above that. You were not living there in fact, only someone who lives there can decide about mansion." Young man sighed taking out some documents. "I have searched it very carefuly, but can't do anything about that."

"That's bullshit." She cursed not like a lady. "I have paying all the bills and sending money to take some care of this mansion. I just didn't want to live there." She frowned.

"And as your family stated, only person who lives there can decided to such things as selling or giving up the mansion. After your death your family and far family will be informed about it. If they won't be able to take care of it, it will be made into museum." Notary said shrugging with helplessness.

"But I have no family. That's why I am giving away the money and things."

"Well... that's not true ma'am... the office searched through documents as did I. You have a very distant family, here in Europe."

"But they have been thrown out of my lineage almost three hundred years ago. The testement didn't include them in any case."

"Well... the office in Canada have stated that unless your famil won't care about mansion or simply can't because of money, then yes it will be made into museum."

Old lady sighed slowly, but then nodded. "If it's all, please let me sign it and let's end this farse."

Soon notary handed her all necessary documents. She signed them with diligence. They have left office and her assistant helped her by softly holding arm. He was middle age man, who served her long time. When they were in the car, driver almost immediately pulled into driveway.

"Damnit, it was so close to get rid of this stupid mansion and it's secrets. I am sure they have had their word in this." She said staring at the window and terrible weather.

"So what now? Your distant family will be called to Grand Hillsam that's for sure." Assistant said with worrying tone.

"I will make sure, that they won't want to stay there and will be protected. I need to be at home as fast as possible."

}*{

It was dark outside and was raining almost all time. Week has passed since old lady was in the office. Now she was lying at bed, weak and in fact annoyed. She lighted a cigarette and took a deep breath. Her assistant just left bedroom. It was quite big one, with canopy bed, balcony, big wardrobe and high bookshelf.

"You shouldn't be smoking." Happy voice said with concern.

"I am dying, I can do whatever I want." Old lady's words were horase. "I don't care how I am going to die, I am going to enjoy life till my last breath."

"You are still the same." Green eyes flashed in dim room, just on the bookshelf.

Small, dark as night cat hopped on the floor and made it's way to the bed.

"Thank's God, I was thinking that Harry was making you suspicious." Old lady said bitterly.

"It was hard to make my way here and this form." Cat said and stopped near the bed, that lady could see him.

"I need your owner'a help." She confessed.

"We know. That is why I am here, but don't know the details."

"I wanted to give up the mansion. To get rid of it, make family free. But of course they have stepped in." Old lady frowned with disgust.

"Well it was sure, that it won't be so easy."

"Officials said that until my last family won't be proven that don't want to take care of the mansion or simply can't take care, because of money, there is no way of making of it museum."

"So they even messed with office." Cat said perking it's ears.

"Yes. There is a threat, that all will start again. I have no time to meet my distant family and tell them about our messed up past. Pretty sure that they won't believe me anyway. So you will have to take care of that. They can't stay there and they have to give up this stupid building."

"Well it's not like when the building is gone, all the problems will disappear. The bond will be still there."

"Yes, but the ritual place will be no more, all the knowledge and items will be gone. Some spells will break. Even town might get free from dark influence. It will be hard for them go rebuild that somewhere else.

"I will go and tell my owner about everything." Cat promised and licked it paw. "But now let me keep your company."

Animal jumped on the bed and sit on old lady's lap demanding headpats. She gladly provided them till her hand stopped and last breath left her mouth. Cat purred softly making sure that her soul is safe.

}*{

Namjoon stepped out of the car and looked at building in front of him. He put his hands in the pockets. The gate was closed and strong walls were protecting land inside. It looked old and untreated. Through a gate you could see entrance to the garden and main entrance to the big manor. It was already late, moon poking from behind a clouds made a little light. He walked to the gate and put a hand in shadow place then

walk

through

the

darkness till he reached other side. He did the same with big doors and found himself inside. There was dust, unplesant smell and silence, but he remembered those halls too good. There was big, main space and staircase which were splitting up, leading up and to the left and right where were rooms. Entrance to the basement was also through this room, same as kitchen and second part of the manor. He wasn't alone.

Shadows shifted slighty and into his view came six characters. Wide smile appeard on his handsome face.

"Is thar true hyung? That's why we all are here?"Jimin asked coming closer.

"Better be that or I will throw hands." said Yoongi and leaned on pillar in opposite.

"Our man has confirmed that there is another descendant. They have rejected idea of the museum for now and have stated that it must to be prooven that descendant can't take care of mansion to make it museum." Namjoon has spoken quietly.

"So we have chance to take it all back?" Jungkook's wide and bunny smile appeard.

"Maybe, now they have to brought here this person."

"All right let's go back to the work guys." Jin stated and they all have disappeard in the blink of the eye.

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purpleyoonn · 2 years

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My Goddess

Summary: You tried to escape again, only to epically fail. Nothing seemed to work, and Hades just smiled as he watched you walk away. He knew the real reason you kept trying to run away, and was just waiting for you to realize it.

Pairing: Hades Namjoon x Persephone Reader

Genre: hades x persephone au, bts au, angst, fluff, teasing, smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: kidnapping, this is a hades x persephone retelling, escape attempts, mc doesn't want to admit anything, mc running from her feelings, slight coercion, needy mc, tease namjoon, smut, namjoon being a feral tease, mc just wants to feel full, dom namjoon, sub mc, lots of angst,

(please let me know if I miss any tag/warnings)

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“Come on, darling. You should have known that wouldn’t work.”

You sigh, knowing you had been caught. Again.

You had been at it for a few weeks now, you think. Time worked differently in the underworld, unfortunately. You had woken up here one morning, someone caressing your face as you slept. It freaked you out, and you had been trying to leave ever since.

“Yeah, well I hoped it would.” You turn around, staring him dead in the eyes. You hated the smirk on his lips. Hated the damned quirk of his eyebrows as you spoke to him. He stood against the doorway, leaning on it with his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles bulge.

He had told you that you were meant to be his queen. To rule by his side.

You laughed in his face.

You were your own person, and you would be damned if you were to be stuck here for all eternity with someone who kidnapped you, who claimed you like you were the last toy on the shelf.

Letting go of the window frame, along with dropping the tied-up sheets on the stone ground, you walk past Namjoon, ignoring him and the tilt of his lip. The stupid, attractive smile that he wore whenever you tried to escape.

“Sweetheart, you are mine. The sooner you realize that, the sooner our bond can grow. You are the Goddess of the Underworld and deserve to be worshipped like only I can provide.” You roll your eyes, tired of listening to the same speech he gives you every time.

Sometimes, you wonder why you don’t just give in, why you don’t just let him take care of you like he promises. But then you see the smirk he wears on his lips, and you remember.

It was like a game that only he seemed to play. Teasing you and making you feel secure, and then you try to escape, and he locks you up again in the bedroom. You didn’t think he had a serious bone in his body, but by god, you couldn’t help but want to jump him at any given moment.

You had to hold your breath every time you were near him, for his scent only drove you closer, wanting to shove your face into his strong chest.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You enter the room, walking forward and taking a seat on the bed, as far from him as you can. When you look up, his eyes are locked on yours, narrowed and dark as he bites on his bottom lip.

“Now, why don’t we just continue like normal, where you leave and go do whatever it is that you do, and you lock me up again where I just try and think of another escape plan. Sound good?” Your sarcasm as him rolling his own eyes, his footsteps coming closer to you before he picks you up with one arm, making you scramble for balance. You lock your arms around his neck just in time for him to push you against the wall.

“How about this. Why don’t you tell me why you really want to leave, and I will let you go?” Namjoon’s tone is low, a teasing lilt to his voice as he watches you. He watches your throat move, a gulp going down as you try to breath. One of his hands was holding onto the back of your thigh, fingers dangerously tracing the bottom of your shorts. The other was on your waist, almost brushing against your breast.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who would want to stay somewhere with the person who kidnapped them out of their bed and continues to treat them like a toy.” You teeter on yelling at him, a scoff to your words. You didn’t understand what he was talking about.

Your heart beats faster, seeing him bring his hand to your face, fingers tracing your jawbone. The touch as shivers moving up your spine, despite your brain telling you it’s out of disgust, you unfortunately know better.

“My darling, once you admit how much you desire me, then you can go, and I will not follow. But you have to say it.” Another scoff leaves your lips, making him growl out at your defiance.

Namjoon was quickly losing patience with you. He could sense your desire for him, could see in your eyes every time he looked your way how you had to clench your thighs together. Your nectar giving him every indication of your feelings towards him. Like sweet pomegranates, your scent jolted with every touch.

Moving closer, he brushed his nose against the pulse in your neck, listening and watching as it jolted at the slightest touch. You could feel his smirk against you, could feel the brush of his lips on your pulse point as he placed a small kiss to the skin.

You tried to clench your thighs, needing to quell the tingles you were feeling in your core, only to remember your thighs were wrapped around his hips, letting him feel every twitch of your body against him. You felt him smirk against your neck again, making you want to push him away.

You couldn’t help but feel that familiar need to run. That you needed to get away from him and his hypnotizing touch. You couldn’t think when he was so close. Every nerve in your body was telling you to run and hide, but now, you didn’t know if it was from him or from you.

“Darling girl, you mean to tell me you have no clue why your pulse jumps every time I get near? Why you feel the need to clench your thighs when I get close enough to touch?” He watches you shake your head, choosing again to deny your feelings for him instead of admitting them.

‘Maybe I can push them out.’ Namjoon thinks, planning another way for you to admit your feelings. He knew, once you admit your feelings verbally, you would never be able to leave. It’s the modern-day pomegranate seed, keeping you here with him forever.

Going in for the kill, Namjoon starts placing hard kisses against your neck, his tongue laving up your jaw before nibbling on your ear lobe. Your breath hitches in your throat, focused on the feeling of him against you. His arm now picks you up from the wall, moving towards the bed and pushing you down. He is quick to cover your body with his own, all while keeping his lips on you, creating marks on the expanse of your neck and shoulders.

He pulls away to look at you, your eyes blown wide and the deep flush to your cheeks only making him grow harder against your thigh. You looked like an absolute goddess underneath him, and he couldn’t wait for you to realize it.

“If you want to leave so badly, why do you trap me between your legs, hmm?” He tries to lift his hips from your core only for them to move back down, your ankles crossed right above his ass, anchoring him to you.

Your body seems to be betraying you left and right, your ankles unwilling to let go of his hips. He quirks his eyebrow at you again before digging his hips into yours, making you feel all of him against you. A small moan leaves your lips, your fingers tightening their hold against the sleeve of his shirt.

You didn’t understand why your body was acting such a way, when all you wanted was to leave. It’s not like you actually liked the Lord of the Underworld. You hated the mere mention of him, didn’t you?

“I don’t know what you mean.” You mumble out, trying to hold in your moans at the feeling of him moving against your core, his lips sucking marks onto your neck. You were so caught up in the feeling of him against your core, that you almost missed his hand moving south, the tips of his fingers slipping under your underwear.

Another gasp leaves your lips as his middle finger brushes against your core, his cold touch making you jolt. He chuckles at your movement, letting you get used to his touch before he moves further down, the tip of his middle finger slipping into your entrance. But he doesn’t move, watching as you start to move your hips, trying to entice him to move with you. However, he stays still, even slipping his fingers back out.

“please” you whimper, blind to the logic rushing through your brain and instead listening to your heart as it tells you to stay. All you want Namjoon to do is to keep his promises. You wanted him to touch you, to make you feel warm in the depths of this castle he keeps you in.

“You know what I want. It’s the only way I can help you, my love.” You squeeze your eyes shut at his words, the pity in them making you want to cry.

“Come on my darling, all you have to do is tell me why you want to leave. Why your heart beats for me, and I can help you.” Those were two contrasting things, but your mind didn’t notice that. You didn’t notice the twist to his words, the catch that he was hinting at.

All you saw was a way for him to prove his promise to you. All you needed to do was say something. You were taking too long though, making you grasp at Namjoon’s hand that was leaving your skin. You shook your head, eyes pleading with the god to not leave.

“My darling, if you want this, if you want me, all you have to do is ask.” His voice was like honey, dripping into every crevice of your soul. It was like you could feel him everywhere, covering every pore and piece of skin you had. It consumed you until you were crying.

“Please. Please Namjoon.” Your tears had him cooing, leaning forward until he was kissing at the stray tears falling down your cheek.

“What do you want, my love?”

“I want you.”

Your words had Namjoon surging forward, finally capturing your lips with his own, sealing the deal before you could take anything back. He had waited months for this, for the opportunity to have you, eternally.

His hands moved with a new confidence, ripping your clothes off. He was careful with you, his touch soft as he kissed his way down your body. He was excited that you were his. All he wanted to do was map out every inch of you. Find out what made you create those sweet sounds that screamed to the heavens above. He wanted to know the best way to make that sweet pomegranate nectar drip from your core for him and him only.

You were his Goddess, and you would be treated as such.

A cry of pleasure left your lips at the feeling of his fingers entering your core. They left just as quick, Namjoon bringing his nectar coating fingers to his lips for a taste.

“Oh darling. You’re so delicious.” He rasped out, his tongue coming past his lips to lick the dripping slick that was racing down his palm.

The sight was erotic, tingle after tingle moving to your core as more slick fell down your center and flooded in a puddle on the bed. The look on his face was almost feral, his eyes now black as he moved quickly and captured your lips again.

His body was now fully pressed against your own, his clothes missing, a slight thought wondering of how they disappeared so quickly passed your mind, as his hands moved slowly down your body. His touch was soft, contrasting to the kiss he was giving you, his teeth nipping at your lips, pushing for dominance.

When his hands finally reached your core, you were weeping, pleading for him to do something. You were empty, a feeling you didn't like more appreciate as he pressed himself against you. You could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your hip, making you push your hips up, hoping he would get the hint.

“Darling, use your words.” You could almost feel the smirk on his lips as he begins to press kisses down your jaw and towards your neck, a hard kiss pressed to your pulse point.

“I...I” you try to push your words out, but the feeling of him is almost too much. You cry when he removes his hands from your body, only to feel his fingers edge at your lips, almost petting against your soft flesh.

“I can’t do anything unless you tell me what you want, baby.” You can hear the sass in his voice, the god truly enjoying the teasing he was giving you.

Namjoon finally had you underneath him, begging and crying for hit touch, and he wasn’t about to give himself to you so easily after you made him wait months to claim you. He would draw this out as much as he could, though he was fading quickly into lust and hunger as the feeling of you rutting up into him catches his attention.

“Now, now my love. Use your words and maybe I’ll think about helping you.” He uses his thumb and index finger to pull your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

Everything was quickly becoming too much, and you swore if he didn’t fuck you soon, you were going to do it yourself. You had enough toys to help you, and en extremely nice showered that pulses.

As if reading your thoughts, Namjoon lets out a low growl before pushing into you, his dick stretching you open as he pushes in inch by inch. A moan leaves your lips at the feeling, every ridge and vein felt against your walls has you clenching around him.

“Ugh, my love,” He groans out as his hips crash against yours, his cock now fully rested inside your walls. You grab at his shoulders for stability as he pulls back before quickly gaining momentum.

Your senses were overwhelmed, every grunt, every push, every touch had you whimpering. You were quickly reaching your orgasm, the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust against your walls.

Namjoon went from grasping at your hips and ass to pushing you down into the mattress, his hand pulling one of your legs over his shoulder as he brings the other to rub at your clit.

It didn’t take but a second for your body to reach its limits, the angle of his thrusts and his finger rubbing at your clit had you coming. Your walls clenching around Namjoon had him searching for his own release, coming just seconds after yourself.

You could practically feel your stomach bulging, his warm cum coating your walls, almost never-ending as he groans in your ear. Your eyes are blurry as you feel his weight drop onto you, the warmth from his body moving to your own as he holds you in his arms.

As you try to get your vision back, you can feel his length hardening again as he still rests in your pussy, your walls subconsciously clenching around him again.

“Really?” You ask him, only to receive a nip to your neck and a thrust of his hips. Just as another moan leaves your lips, he thrusts again.

“Oh my love, I'm just getting started. We’ve got eternity together now.”

#bts #bts au #bts namjoon #bts rm #bts kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #hades namjoon #persephone reader #bts namjoon x reader #bts namjoon au #angst #lots of angst #purpleyoonn

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Figured that now would be a good time to go over a fun little about the Punks turtles that was actually one of the first things my best friend and I came up with after deciding they would be punks in this iteration ⚡️Their music taste⚡️

Leo

His music taste is most electric/dance. He doesn’t particularly enjoy dancing, and isn’t very good at it (At least he doesn’t think so) but he likes music that he can move around to, and by move around too, he means running along rooftops or beating up goons who ‘learned to fight’ by watching Shonen anime and nothing more. He doesn’t listen to any particular bands or artists as in his words he ‘Doesn’t care about celebrities, only the music they put out’. He used to listen to nightcore as a kid. He also really likes glam rock and punk rock.

Raph

Possibly to no one’s surprise at all, Raph’s music taste is metal. He likes Metallica, Megadeath, Pantera, Black Sabbath, Slayer, Sabbaton, Anthrax, Motörhead etc. He also listens to a lot of punk rock and even a bit of k-rock. He also listens to a lot of indie.

Mikey

Mikey will listen to pretty much any genre of rock, but his favourite is classic rock, The Beatles, Rolling Stones, AC/DC etc. as well as just anything from the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s, Queen, Guns n’ Roses, Madonna, Bowie, Nirvanna etc. he also listens to a lot of punk rock with his brothers and glam rock when he’s hanging out with Leo.

Donnie

Donnie’s music taste is mostly just Kpop. His favourite groups are Stray Kids, TOMORROW X TOGETHER, and BTS, but he also really likes Enhypen, Ateez, Seventeen, Twice, ITZY, Red Velvet, IU, etc. and he of course listens to a lot of punk rock with his brothers. (His brothers think there’s a connection between his lab being sound proof and his noticeable hypersensitivity to sound sensory, especially if that sound happens to not be his favourite music)

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles fan iteration #teenage mutant ninja turtles punks in action #tmnt #tmnt fan iteration #tmnt pia #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael

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btsx50states · 1 year

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Rolling Stone's preview clip of Jin's performance of "The Astronaut" with Coldplay tomorrow night! 👨🏻‍🚀💜

#bts #jin #kim seokjin #the astronaut #coldplay #jin x coldplay #rolling stone #🐞

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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No Regrets | KNJ, JJK

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, there was only one bed!, Reunion!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: unrequited crushes becoming requited, 190811 Jungkook and platinum blonde Namjoon are the visuals, also both are gym rats so.... think "thick", excessive use of "Noona," lots of longing touches, implied threesome

Word Count: 1,000 on the dot!

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: One hot night spent lying between your friends Jungkook and Namjoon brings old feelings to light.

“Do you have any regrets, Noona?”

A/N: This was written as part of the Possums Fic Exchange for @reliablemitten! Mittens, you know I adore you, and I love spending time with you in the possum dumpster! I hope you like this one, I kind of read your list of likes and then smashed a bunch together. 💜

Special thanks to @minttangerines for helping me with this one!

Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! 💕

Sequel: Together

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You can’t sleep.

Might be because you’re not in your own bed. Could be jet lag kicking in. But it’s probably due to the fact that you’re sandwiched between your two very hot friends, Jungkook and Namjoon, as they both slumber beside you.

Ten years ago, you would’ve been elated to find yourself lying between your two crushes. Tonight, though, you’re worn out from traveling, and you’re burning up, because they’re not just gorgeous, they’re literally hot, warmth radiating from both like they’re living, breathing furnaces. And the motel’s ancient AC unit is failing to keep the temp down.

The night started on a high as you met up for dinner and drinks. Although it’s been a decade since you were together, you easily fell back into your old rapport. The three of you were a perpetual trio on campus - where one went, the other two always followed. But you never went there with either of them. Time and again you’d had a chance to say something, do something, but you never found the nerve, and your crushes went unrequited.

At check-in, the motel couldn’t find your reservation. Namjoon graciously offered to let you crash with him and Jungkook. But the motel messed up their booking as well, giving them a room with only one bed. And thanks to the college reunion that brought you all to town, there are no vacancies tonight.

Your friends insisted that you take the bed, but you’d stubbornly countered that you could share. A queen-sized bed is big enough for three, right? Maybe, if two of those three aren’t as ridiculously swole as Jungkook and Namjoon. When had they become gym rats and why weren’t you notified? Perhaps deleting your social media was a mistake. God only knows how many Insta thirst traps you’ve missed.

It’s just too hot. Your t-shirt and shorts are sticking to you. If only you were alone, so you could peel them off. Maybe you should’ve let the guys have the bed and slept on the floor. It’s probably a lot cooler down there.

You shift slightly, seeking a more comfortable position. The mattress appears to be carved from stone and your back already aches. And sweat is starting to trickle… well, everywhere. As you fidget, your hips brush against Jungkook’s. There’s no change in his steady breathing, so you twist, turning onto your stomach. No relief is found there, so you roll back onto your side, bringing a knee up, your ass bumping him again as you contort yourself into a less painful pose.

A tattooed hand suddenly grabs your hip.

“Noona. Stop that.” Jungkook rumbles, the command laced with exhaustion and maybe… frustration?

“Sorry,” you whisper over your shoulder, trying not to wake Namjoon. “Just trying to find the right position to keep my back from hurting.”

“Well, unless getting your back blown out will help with that, you gotta stop rubbing on me.”

“I - what?” Shocked by Jungkook’s response, you roll over to face him. He’s always been a flirt, but he’s never brazenly offered to, uh, perform sexual chiropractics on you before. He smirks at you in the dim light filtering into the room through the dingy blinds.

“You heard me.” His hand finds your side again, and your gaze wanders up his inked arm and across his broad bare chest.

“Do I need to give you two the room?” Another deep voice grumbles.

You roll over again to find Namjoon facing you, dark dragon eyes cracked open sleepily.

“No, I’m not sure what Kook is on about, but I’m just trying to get comfy,” you reply, flopping onto your back.

“Is the heat bothering you?” Namjoon asks. “I was afraid to crank the AC too high, didn’t want it to short out.”

“It is pretty warm,” you admit, and Namjoon hums apologetically.

Fingers tug on the bottom of your t-shirt.

“You could take this off,” Namjoon murmurs huskily, sliding the fabric up your stomach slightly, and you shiver at his gentle touch. “Might help a little. Would you be more comfortable without clothes?”

“Uh….” ‘Comfortable’ seems to be a relative term here. More sweat prickles your forehead as you fail to reply, gaze bouncing from man to man.

Something pulls at the fabric on your thigh. You glance down and watch the tattoos on Jungkook’s hand flex as he grips the thin material of your shorts.

“What… what is happening right now?” You’re pretty sure you’re not dreaming, since you can feel every droplet of sweat beading all over your body. Not to mention the wetness pooling between your thighs.

“Kook-ah and I had a long talk a while ago,” Namjoon informs you, hand still playing with the hem of your shirt. “About regrets.” You tilt your head to peer at his face. There’s a yellow flicker in his eyes, just the streetlight outside reflecting there, but you could so easily believe it’s a flame.

“Do you have any regrets, Noona?” Jungkook purrs. His nose nuzzles into your ear, and you gasp as his soft breath tickles the sensitive skin there. “Anything you ever wish you’d said? Or done?”

“Um…” It’s very hard to think with a pair of teeth nibbling sharply on your earlobe and several large hands sliding beneath your clothes. You stare at the ceiling as if it might have an answer for you to give, but there’s nothing there except the outline of a water stain.

“We both agreed that this reunion is a second chance. That if any opportunities arose, we’d seize them.” The bunched cloth of your shirt pauses at the underside of your breasts, as Namjoon’s hand halts in its path.

“So what do you say, Noona?” Dark curls fall across Jungkook’s brow as he draws back to study your expression. “Are you with us?”

You uncurl your fingers from where they’ve been digging into the sheets beneath you. Placing one hand over Jungkook’s and the other over Namjoon’s, you nod. “Yeah. I’m with you. Seize away.”

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